The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 1381 - 991, Letter from Lu An_2

Chapter 1381: Chapter 991, Letter from Lu An_2

If Wu Heng wants to do it, then he can definitely get it done.

After all, he hasn’t failed before.

"Great! Looking forward to your good news," Qi Hancai said with a smile.

After discussing business, Li Yahong suddenly interjected with a smile, "By the way, Wu Heng is staying here tonight, do you want to come over?"

Qi Hancai glanced at Wu Heng, and without any hesitation, agreed directly, "Sure, I’ll finish up my work as soon as possible and fly over before evening."

Li Yahong pretended to be surprised, "You’re actually coming?"

"Didn’t we agree last time?" Qi Hancai chuckled, "If Wu Heng has time, we’ll do it together."

Li Yahong rolled her eyes and glared at Wu Heng, "Look, you’ve left everyone at home starving."

Wu Heng spread his hands, "How is this my fault?"

Qi Hancai suddenly remembered something and added, "Oh, by the way, the ’Black Pearl’ sent from South Africa, Wu Heng, do you want to take a look? It’s been over two months."

Li Yahong frowned, "South African Black Pearl? What’s the use of that in the End of the World."

Qi Hancai smiled and didn’t explain.

Wu Heng said, "Keep them with you, don’t send them back, lest the other party thinks we’re dissatisfied."

The ’Black Pearl’ referred to two women sent from the South Africa Base, pure African, originally meant as a gift to establish connections, but Wu Heng hadn’t paid them much mind and even considered sending them back.

Qi Hancai said the situation over there was unstable, afraid of causing misunderstandings, so they were temporarily placed at the South Korea Base.

Qi Hancai smiled, "Alright, got it."

The communication ended, leaving the office quiet for a moment.

Li Yahong propped her chin with one hand, looking at Wu Heng, "What do you want to eat tonight? I’ll have someone prepare it."

Wu Heng stood up and stretched lazily, "Whatever, since... it’s not me who’s hungry."

Li Yahong glared at him again, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Zhao Yanqiu.

...

Enveloped by Holy Light, the Holy Hall was a sacred city of pure white.

Towering spires pierced through the clouds, and dome buildings were inlaid with gold leaf.

Frescoes on both sides of the street depicted the gods’ epics, with every brick and stone carved with symbols and emblems of The Holy Court.

The residents living here were all devout followers of the gods, holding scriptures, praying daily, and offering their Faith.

Deep inside the Holy Hall, within a spacious mansion, several clergy members dressed in Divine Robes slowly entered, their expressions solemn, hands folded across their chests.

Their pace was deliberate, as if moving to some rhythm.

At their center was a young woman.

She wore a simple white robe, her long linen-colored hair cascading over her shoulders, her face serene, but her drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing a hint of tension.

Her abdomen had a slight swell, outlining a gentle curve beneath her loose robe.

"May Holy Light bless you and the child," the leading Priest said softly, his fingertips grazing her forehead, leaving a faint golden mark.

The woman didn’t respond, only nodding obediently as she was helped onto a carriage by an Attendant.

As the carriage curtain fell, she finally raised her eyes, peering through the gap towards the towering cathedral.

The sound of hooves began, the pure white convoy slowly progressed amidst hymns, followers on both sides of the street paused to pay respects, resuming their activities only after the carriages passed.

Inside the Grand Cathedral.

The Pope stood amidst the colored glass light, holding a golden Scepter.

"Your Majesty! The person has been brought into the Grand Cathedral," the Priest reported, his voice lowered to a whisper, "we just await the missing materials to arrive to use the Special Item."

The Pope slowly turned, revealing eagle-like eyes in the play of light and shadow, "Has she shown any signs of dissent?"

"No," the Priest shook his head, "since becoming pregnant, she has chanted scriptures daily without ever questioning her mission."

"Very well," the Pope continued, "Notify Saidu to exchange some materials at the Association using Merit, then return to prepare for the ritual."

"Yes!"

...

Zombie World.

The base lights stood out brightly in the darkness, Qi Hancai strode forward in tall military boots, her long legs encased in tailored pants, her steps confident and forceful.

She pushed open the bedroom door, bringing in a slight chill of night air.

Inside the room, brightly lit, Wu Heng lounged on the sofa chatting casually with Li Yahong and Zhao Yanqiu, a few bottles of beer and snacks on the coffee table, while they waited for her to arrive.

"Looks like I’m not late," Qi Hancai casually hung her coat on a rack by the door, revealing the high-collared blue sweater underneath.

Li Yahong glanced at her, "Go take a shower, Sister Zhao is getting impatient."

Zhao Yanqiu blushed, giving her a light pinch, "Stop saying weird things."

Li Yahong leaned into Wu Heng’s arms, "Among us, what’s there to fear?"

Wu Heng hugged her shoulders, saying to Qi Hancai, "Sit down and have some water, don’t catch a cold."

"Since the transformation, I’m in great shape," Qi Hancai cast a flirty glance, heading to the bathroom, "I’ll take a shower first."

The sound of water trickled, steam blurring the silhouette on the glass door.

By the time she emerged again, the atmosphere in the room had changed.

On the sofa, the three were already entangled, clothes scattered everywhere, breaths mingling.

Qi Hancai stood at the doorway, momentarily stunned, then gently bit her lip and cautiously leaned in, merging into this warmth.

...

In the morning, Wu Heng returned to the prison.

On the surveillance screen, the situation of a few prison cells was displayed.

The priest sent in yesterday was still locked inside, yet to be transformed into a zombie.

"Xiao Xiao, call the Skeleton Alchemist over," Wu Heng said.

"Understood!" Xiao Xiao saluted, passing through the floor directly to leave.

Soon, the door opened, and the Skeleton Alchemist walked in.

"Don’t transform them yet." Wu Heng took out an elixir formula from the space ring, "Use this formula to attempt to develop an antidote for the zombie virus."

The formula was a Corpse Core Antidote Potion provided by the association.

Just right to be used for developing an antidote for the zombie virus.

Definitely not for personal use, primarily for selling outside, as a core product, in exchange for minerals and gold.

Let the global bases continue to work for me.

The Skeleton Alchemist took the formula, his soul fire flickering slightly in his hollow eye sockets, then bowed and withdrew.

Glenda floated to Wu Heng’s side, "You plan to use these priests for virus experiments?"

"Can’t just capture others randomly, right?" Wu Heng replied.

Glenda said, "The Holy Court clergy, especially those of Archbishop level, have constitutions already different from ordinary people. Conducting experiments on them won’t produce referenceable results."

Wu Heng was taken aback, and then he realized.

Indeed.

The level of these priests was not low, with higher resistance to various abnormal states, incomparable to ordinary people in this world.

The experimental data might be skewed.

"Then what’s your suggestion?"

Glenda said, "There’s no shortage of criminals anywhere, why not just capture a few and send them over?"

Xiao Xiao also reminded from the side, "And those apocalypse bandits, yesterday I talked with mom, she said there are still many apocalypse bandits!"

Wu Heng nodded, "What you’ve said makes sense. Using them for experiments would count as contributing to humanity."

"Exactly!" Xiao Xiao nodded in agreement.

Wu Heng took out his phone and dialed Li Yahong’s number.

"What’s up?" Li Yahong asked on the phone.

"Help me select a batch of criminals," Wu Heng was straightforward, "Preferably those who deserve to die, we need live experimental subjects."

Li Yahong paused for a moment, her voice instantly waking up: "Got it, there’s quite a number of those, should I send them to the prison then?"

"Yes, deliver them straight to the skeleton," Wu Heng said.

"Okay!"

Hanging up the phone, Wu Heng took one last glance at the surveillance screen.

The priests were still curled up in the prison cell, the door opened, and the Skeleton Alchemist had already gone inside.

Even if the experimental results might vary, for now, doing experiments on them, the end would be the same anyway.

...

Returning to Gold and Silver Island.

Thud thud thud~!

The sound of hurried footsteps on the wooden stairs, Xiao Xiao manipulating a puppet rushed down first, scanned the living room, and went to find Robey and Philippa to play with.

Wu Heng followed unhurriedly, just as he reached the hall, Mini came walking towards him, holding a letter in her hand.

"Master, the association sent a letter yesterday."

Wu Heng took the letter, the cover had no signature, and the seal had no markings to discern its origin.

This is somewhat simple.

Those who would write to him typically wouldn’t send it over so casually.

He tore the wax seal and unfolded the letter.

"Wu Heng:

The association’s investigation into the Celt Kingdom is actually a Holy Court conspiracy.

Their true goal is to seize our special item to resurrect the body of the religious leader.

I can no longer escape, doomed to death.

But you must intercept it before the special item is delivered to the Holy Hall—otherwise, everything will be too late.

We may not be allies, but at least our goals align.

——Lu An·Randolph."

Lu An·Randolph!

The prince of the Celt Kingdom who challenged him as soon as he arrived on the island.

Wu Heng was somewhat surprised as he looked at the letter in his hand.