The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 1329 - 967, Divine Messenger_2

Chapter 1329: Chapter 967, Divine Messenger_2

"I appreciate the Immortal Monarch’s recognition, but for certain reasons, I cannot leave the association to join the Endless Desert," Wu Heng politely declined.

An unexpected and puzzled expression flickered across Kurt’s face, "You mean...?"

Wu Heng gestured to interrupt the other party, then continued, "I can’t join the Endless Desert, but I feel the friendship and importance from the Immortal Monarch. I am willing to maintain friendly relations between Gold and Silver Island and the Endless Desert."

"Of course," the other party nodded.

Wu Heng pretended to ponder and then continued, "Perhaps we can engage in some cooperation to exchange what we need, just as you said, we are professions, supposed to help each other."

Kurt said, somewhat puzzled, "If you join us, you’ll get whatever you want, why go through exchanges?"

"I have my difficulties and can’t leave the association. Please convey my apologies to the Monarch," Wu Heng said, sounding a bit helpless.

The other party was pondering the difficulties he mentioned.

Even as a hero, is there such difficulty?

But he’s merely a messenger; if the other party truly refuses to join, there’s no way to force it.

Still, he asked, "Are you referring to those island goods for exchange? Procuring these items is one of my purposes for this trip."

Wu Heng smiled, "The island’s goods are normal business cooperation; you can place bulk orders at the city hall. I’m talking about our private cooperation between Necromancers."

"Privately? What do you mean?"

Wu Heng said seriously, "For instance, providing you with upgrades for Ghosts, I can help elevate them to Level 18; in return, you’d need to provide what I need."

Kurt’s eyes widened instantly, "Ghosts? Level 18?"

...

Church.

Morning light filters through colored glass, casting colorful spots.

Aifulin walks at the forefront, the embroidery on the priest robe flowing with movement as if alive.

Following behind are more than twenty island residents, whispering among themselves,

"Priest Aifulin!" A woman carrying a basket of vegetables queried from behind, "Where is Lord Island Master?"

Aifulin paused by the column in the side hall.

The crowd looked forward; inside the side hall stood a small version of the hero statue, different from the solemn statue in the main hall, this statue had a gentle face and an upward palm in a gesture of offering.

"Hold on, I’ll show you," Aifulin said, kneeling on the prayer mat before the statue with a devout demeanor.

The believers exchanged glances.

"I’m here," a ethereal female voice suddenly sounded.

People in the back were startled.

Aifulin crossed her hands over her chest, "Honorable Divine Messenger, Your devout followers seek guidance."

"Go ahead... I will answer according to your query," the mechanical voice sounded again.

...

"Please tell me, what will the weather be like in the Emerald Sea tomorrow? Is it suitable for sailing?"

After two or three seconds of silence.

The mechanical voice sounded again, "There will be mist in the morning, gradually dissipating after sunrise. The Romulo Route may experience ’whale song mist’ in the afternoon; ships should try to avoid it or maintain a distance to appreciate the spectacle."

The statue... no, it was the Divine Messenger who answered the question.

The crowd behind all wore stunned and incredulous expressions.

A few women with baskets opened their mouths in exaggeration.

It really answered Priest Aifulin’s question as if chatting.

"My husband said there would indeed be fog tomorrow; he’s been sailing for years and is always accurate in this matter," someone from the crowd piped up after a while.

People who sail frequently can usually predict maritime weather.

It’s generally fairly accurate.

"So, the Divine Messenger truly exists?"

"Lord Island Master, is he truly a deity?"

Aifulin had already stood up again, saying reverently, "This is the Messenger arranged here by Lord Island Master. Before asking questions, you need to accurately call out the Messenger’s name, then you may pose your question."

Glancing down, "Who wants to try?"

...

The crowd was silent for a moment.

A woman in her 30s carefully stepped forward, "Priest Aifulin, may I try?"

"You may! Follow as I said before, first address the Messenger by name, then proceed with your question," Aifulin offered the position.

The woman nodded, kneeling on the prayer mat, hands clasped over her chest, "Respected Divine Messenger! Xiao Ai!"

"I’m here!" The female electronic voice came through.

The woman rejoiced, then closed her eyes, becoming even more devout in demeanor, "I am a bard, now Level 5, but feel promotion is hopeless... I’m a bit lost, please give me direction."

The light strip at the base of the statue lit up again, and the mechanical voice simultaneously emerged, "Retrieving Level 5 bard’s practice poetry, Elf Race ’Dawn Wind Narrative Poem’..."

Following that, a melody came from within.

The woman was stunned, swiftly grabbing paper and pen, starting jotting down in sequence.

Once finished, the electronic voice didn’t stop, "Human Race ’Thief and the Moon’, Dwarf Race ’Iron Cradle Song’."

"Training methods, Resonance training with rhythm: recite by the water each morning, observe ripple synchronization rate, ideal state: produce the 3rd concentric circle at the 7th word, recommended tool, echo crystal."

"Impromptu lyric writing training, randomly draw 3 keywords, compose a 4-line poem within 10 minutes."

"Live feedback, perform in public areas, observe audience response, make adjustments."

The woman widened her eyes.

The paper in her hand was already filled with text.

Looking at her notes, joy gradually overflowed from her eyes.

She continuously bowed before the statue, "Thank you, Messenger, thank you, great Mighty God Wu Heng..."

Beside her, Aifulin revealed a smile.

The gratitude emanating from the woman’s eyes could prove she had grown from a mere follower and become a spirited member of the Spirit Awakening Sect.

And the others behind were all silent, blankly watching over this side.

"If I learn this way, I can do it too." Someone praised, "The Messenger provided the poetry and training methods; if it were me, I could also level up."

"Exactly, the Messenger has gathered poems from various races." Someone agreed nearby.

Aifulin maintained the poise of a priest, gently saying, "You may contact the Messenger in each prayer room, remember to maintain respect, speak as I’ve taught you; don’t anger the Messenger, ask whatever you wish."

"Foremost, this is a blessing from Lord Island Master to the believers."

...

Association.

Xi Ligui hurriedly walked out with the team while wearing armor.

Beside her, the Dwarf Deputy Deacon strode, saying, "Today the prayer room is open, with a Divine Messenger answering the residents’ puzzles, including some professional training matters. Residents, including mercenaries, are all gathered there; there are too many people. If they aren’t dispersed, serious issues might occur."

"What Messenger?" Xi Ligui frowned, glanced at Shi Yali.

The latter also shook her head, indicating not much awareness.

They knew about Wu Heng’s return.

As agreed, he’ll accompany them tonight, but no trappings of any Messenger.

The dwarf responded, "It’s the Lord Island Master’s Messenger. You’ll understand when you get there; now the outside world claims the Island Master is god descended, but there are too many people."

Xi Ligui nodded and led the team directly out of the association.

The church is also in the central square.

Once exiting the association gate, she saw the thick crowd at the church entrance.

Xi Ligui and Shi Yali paused their steps, eyes wide.

...

City hall, meeting room.

Wu Heng sat across from him, a Necromancer from the Endless Desert furrowing his brows, "You want to train ghosts for us? For the Endless Desert?"

Helping the Endless Desert cultivate Necromancy; he was indeed the first.

Even though this legendary young hero achieved many astounding feats.

However, in Necromancy research, it’s hard to believe anyone outshines the Endless Desert’s qualification.

After a pause, he said, "Heroic Sir, are you serious? Not joking with me?"

"It’s not a joke," Wu Heng said earnestly, "The Immortal Monarch might not care for Level 18 ghosts, but the Endless Desert probably has many Necromancers. I can help you elevate the ghosts to Level 18, and you will pay me the corresponding reward."

Kurt continued to look at the other party several times, seeing the earnest demeanor unlike a joke, he said, "What do you want? I need to write a letter and send it back to see the Monarch’s thoughts."

Wu Heng nodded, "What I want is simple, the method of the ghost ritual, skill book; these are not difficult for you."