The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 1294 - 951, Battle_2

Chapter 1294: Chapter 951, Battle_2

The Flag-bearer squinted slightly, "Aren’t you suspicious of me? Ask whatever you want quickly."

Andre Willow glanced at him and said, "I’m not good at interrogations, so please wait here until the Leader returns."

The Flag-bearer glared with wide eyes, the chains pulled taut, "Nonsense."

...

Between the sea and sky, a golden figure stood suspended in the air.

Six pairs of wings spread out, an overwhelming aura sweeping across heaven and earth.

If Xiao Xiao hadn’t retreated into the body, they would have surely shouted something about Saiyans or other anime characters capable of fusion.

Meanwhile, a thought flashed through Wu Heng’s mind about Lilith’s suspicion that the Pope and the Religious Leader were the same person.

But immediately, he dismissed it.

When Lilith mentioned it, she was referring to the previous Pope.

And that one had already died by his own hands, with the soul even absorbed by a Ghost.

This might be a capability of The Holy Court, or perhaps this Pope is connected to the Religious Leader.

"Wu Heng is still Level 20," Glenda replied.

Still Level 20?

Yet the aura emanating from this person was several times stronger than that of the previous Religious Leader and Pope.

If the Hero was the highest level in this world, then this fused form of the Pope stands at the peak of the Hero.

Even when confronting the strongest hero, the ’Dragon’, I never felt such a sense of threat.

"I read in a book, beings with wings are recorded as Divine Servants in The Holy Court," Glenda’s voice came over.

Wu Heng nodded.

The most significant part was that this ’Divine Servant’ in front of him also had wings.

Previously, one advantage he had was the ability to fly freely in the air.

The opponent, even as a Hero, only had short-term Sky Control.

He could exploit the opponent’s inability to land, calculating time differences for an attack.

Now the opponent also had the ability to fly, with noticeably more wings than he did.

"Heretic, death is your only redemption."

The Divine Servant spoke leisurely, his voice majestic and sacred; at this moment, he seemed no longer a human but a truly exalted Divine Spirit.

"Pretending to be divine!" Wu Heng sneered.

"Heretic!"

The Divine Servant’s angry shout roared like thunder, pointing at Wu Heng.

In an instant, the entire sky turned into a golden sword tomb, with tens of thousands of Light Swords resonating, locking onto Wu Heng, their blades glowing with Holy Texts that illuminated the night sky like daylight.

Wu Heng’s gaze sharpened, his long spear also pointing forward.

"Rise!"

With a loud shout, an inverted spectacle appeared, countless droplets rising from the ocean, each transforming into sharp Water Arrows, shooting upward.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Elemental storms exploded continuously in mid-air, pressing hollows into the sea surface.

In the flickering light and shadow, the Divine Servant’s figure suddenly blurred, wind-borne as his form lingered in place, while his true self appeared beside Wu Heng.

His sense of danger made Wu Heng preemptively aware of the opponent’s intention, releasing the Teleportation Technique to vanish.

Boom~!

The Divine Servant’s sword fell, instantly slicing through meters of ocean waves; before the waves could rise, his chase was upon!

Wu Heng pointed casually, causing the Divine Servant’s clothing to animate, the gold-embroidered collar twisting at his throat, the belt coiling around his ankle, the pants tightening upward.

The Skill of Animate Object had no direct combat power but could disrupt an opponent in battle.

The fusion of the Pope and the Religious Leader, yet the clothing remained.

Surely, they couldn’t be ordinary garments either.

Simultaneously, the flesh on the Divine Servant’s body rapidly shriveled and wrinkled, only to be quickly replenished over and over.

Ssshh~!

The Divine Servant tried to tear away the clothing, while the Skeleton ’Shanshan’ shot like a cannonball from one side, its broken horn aiming at the Divine Servant.

Bang~!

A kick sent Shanshan flying like a cannonball, crashing into the sea.

Wu Heng simultaneously employed Burst Potential and Keratin Carapace, his form flickering before the opponent, the long spear cleaving down.

Clang~!

Weapons collided, a blast wave erupted, and a halo on the Holy Sword shattered.

Wu Heng also felt a tremendous force rebounding, causing his entire right arm’s flesh to rupture, only to regenerate swiftly under the cover of Keratin Carapace.

The two figures collided and separated like shooting stars.

With each swing of the Holy Sword, the sea surface split as if by an invisible giant blade, revealing trenches tens of meters deep, unable to close for a long time.

Wu Heng’s Water Series Magic transformed into skyward water tornadoes, colliding with the golden Light Swords in mid-air, exploding into rings of elemental storms.

The Divine Servant shattered the Water Arrows aiming at his crotch with his longsword, golden light suddenly flashing in his eyes.

Golden mirages appeared in the sky, with countless Priests standing in a grand hall, forming a choir, sacred hymns resonating as palpable vibrations across space.

The oncoming Skeletal bodies were hindered, their Soul Fires flickered, burning.

Buzz~!

Wu Heng felt as if struck heavily in the head, vision turning stark white.

The Divine Servant approached like a phantom, longsword raised high, radiating light.

Glenda appeared instantly, her fingertip pointed at the Divine Servant’s brow, attempting to unleash the Illusion Technique.

"Hmph." The Divine Servant’s Holy Sword veered, golden flames following the sword’s edge slashing toward the Ghost.

Glenda retreated into the void hurriedly, yet her Soul Fire dimmed by the scorching.

Icy gilded fingers clamped around Wu Heng’s throat, divine flames pouring through his veins from the fingers.

His neck bone creaked, and the ’Keratin Carapace’ on his skin frantically regenerated and carbonized constantly.

Wu Heng suddenly exerted force, forcibly prying open the hand gripping his neck, at the moment of the opponent’s astonishment, the bronze spear thrust toward the opponent’s chest.

The Divine Servant casually flung Wu Heng’s body like a cannonball, crashing into the reef behind with the force of a projectile.

"Cough, cough!" Wu Heng rose from the rubble, quickly healing his dislocated shin bone.

Rays of sword light shot over, striking the semicircular water curtain, rippling and dissipating through the barriers.

The Divine Servant floated gracefully in the air, the skin on his body wrinkling and recovering repeatedly.

"Blasphemer, you shall receive due punishment." The Divine Servant’s voice suddenly became a dual echo, "Divine Punishment!"

The sky suddenly brightened like broad daylight!

A colossal Holy Light Sword spanning a hundred meters pierced through the clouds, with its sword edge yet to arrive, the sea had already split into an abyss-like trench.

This scene was even more terrifying than when the former Pope wielded it, with the sword body’s surface flowing with densely packed Holy Texts, clearly visible.

...

Far away, on the association’s ship.

At the edge of the azure sea, a golden Light Sword pierced through the sky, tearing the dark night apart with a golden rift.

Even tens of nautical miles away, the divine might still caused the association elite on the deck to tremble in their hearts.

"What is that?"

"A golden giant sword... it’s the Pope’s Divine Punishment."

Among the accompanying association’s elite on the ship, there were many scholars from the Hongwen Alliance, even if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, it had been recorded in various books.

Just a glance at this moment, and one could recognize it as the Pope’s Skill.

Has the battle already begun?

With the youngest human hero.

Bang~!

The cabin door was abruptly flung open.

The Dwarf Leader was the first to rush out, stepping to the ship’s bow and looking ahead, astonishment surfacing on his face.

Subsequently, the Elf Leader followed closely, with shock in his eyes, "They’re still battling."

Perhaps we can make it in time, but it depends on whether Wu Heng can survive this attack.

The deck suddenly tilted sharply!

A lookout on the mast screamed suddenly, "The waves are coming."

The ship swayed violently, everyone grasping something nearby for stability.

The Dwarf Leader stood firmly as if rooted, unmoved, saying, "I’ve been to the Gold and Silver Island. According to the route, the battle location hasn’t reached Gold and Silver Island, they wouldn’t fight at sea!"

The Elf Elder squinted, "You mean Wu Heng confronted them proactively?"

"Isn’t it because Lilith didn’t leave?"

"Impossible, even if Lilith stayed, she would only prevent the two sides from fighting," the Elf Leader stated.

The Dwarf furrowed his brow even tighter, saying, "That kid’s crazy, intercepting two heroes at sea?"

Then he glanced at the mighty giant sword, saying, "Remember our bet, no backing out."

Evidently, he did not believe Wu Heng could survive under this giant sword.

The Elf Leader ignored him and urged, "Full speed ahead! Faster."