Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1040, All Misunderstandings

If you become a hero, your heart and head will no longer be fatal weaknesses, and you will not die immediately even if they are damaged.

The religious leader's chest was hollow, and blood was pouring out like a waterfall, soaking the scorched earth beneath his feet into dark red.

The heroic physique caused the muscles to move instinctively, trying to heal, but they were suppressed by the dirty light wrapped around the wound and could not recover.

And the gaze that was fixed on Wu Heng turned into vigilance mixed with fear.

Miscalculated.

I originally thought that without a weapon, I could gain the upper hand, but the opponent's fist seemed to be even more powerful.

He beat himself into this state.

Not far away, the sounds of the battle between the other two Vatican heroes gradually became sparse, and his peripheral vision kept glancing over here.

Master Wu Heng's robe rustled and the red lines on his skin flowed like lava.

A beating heart was casually held in the hand, and every contraction splashed out fine beads of blood.

The impact of this scene was so strong that it even made the two battle-hardened heroes feel dazed for a moment.

The three of them might not be able to defeat him.

Although Wu Heng had the upper hand, he was also in a bad situation, as every attack from the religious leader had a penetrating effect of divine attributes.

Moreover, the shadows of the choir in the sky continued to shed holy light, which not only affected the undead, but also made his entire body feel a huge burning sensation, as if a branding iron was pressed on every inch of his skin.

He looked down at the still twitching heart in his hand.

Click!

Under the gaze of everyone, he bit off a piece of flesh.

Blood dripped down his chin, and the sticky sound of chewing could be clearly heard.

【Sparkling resistance increased.】

The moment the system prompt popped up, the burning sensation all over the body suddenly eased.

As expected, this effect can be solved by increasing resistance.

"Who the hell are you..." The religious leader's mind completely collapsed. He cursed angrily, then turned into a golden light and fled into the distance.

Wu Heng put the heart into the space ring, and his figure disappeared instantly, blocking the golden light's escape route.

Boom~!

A whip kick came down like a battle axe, and the air was blown into visible ripples.

The religious leader smashed into the ground like a meteorite, and rubble and dust shot up into the sky like a fountain.

Whoosh~!

A golden beam of light suddenly shot out from the smoke and dust. Wu Heng turned his head to avoid it. The beam brushed past his ear and melted a hole with a diameter of several meters on the distant mountain wall.

Below, the religious leader tried to escape again, and water arrows poured down from the sky like a rainstorm, instantly blocking all angles of escape.

The fleeing figure of the religious leader paused for a moment, and Wu Heng's figure caught up again.

Bang bang bang bang~!

Fists like a storm hit him all over his body.

There are no skills, no rules, just absolute crushing of strength and speed.

Every punch creates a circular wave of air.

The religious leader only felt that the opponent was getting more and more ferocious, like a wild beast with endless strength. He had no chance to escape, and it was difficult to resist.

The golden light that protected the body was like a fragile eggshell, shattered into pieces under the heavy blows of the rain.

What kind of mage is this? What kind of monster is this?

Poof~!

The next second, the hole in the chest was pierced again and torn apart with force.

Wow~!

The body of the religious leader was torn in half like a rag, with his internal organs and blood splattered all over the sky.

Even a hero cannot heal at this point.

A ghost emerged from the corpse. It was not angry, nor did it roar. It just glanced at Wu Heng coldly, then turned around and disappeared.

【Bone Cage】.

A grim bone prison rose from the ground, but there was no ghost inside.

Ran?

Wu Heng's eyes narrowed, "Glenda, he ran away."

Upon hearing this, Glenda, who was fighting with the old hero, immediately became ethereal.

The old hero roared angrily, and the golden shadow sword behind him slashed down, and holy light poured down like a waterfall.

"Take care of yourself!" Wu Heng's figure appeared behind him through teleportation.

……

I heard a voice behind me.

The old hero's face twisted instantly, fear flooding the fighting spirit in his eyes like a tide.

"Evil, evil and rebellious!"

The voice was trembling, as if he was trying to hold on.

The holy light around him was boiling, burning the ghost and Wu Heng's body. The golden shadow sword was raised high, and then suddenly slashed down.

The phantom is a condensation of holy light and belongs to an elemental body. The long sword in his hand is not affected by the effect of "Forbidden Soldier".

Boom~!

The sword energy fell, and the ground collapsed into a gully dozens of meters long.

Wu Heng dodged to the side like a ghost, and then kicked the old hero solidly in the chest.

The leather armor on his body was instantly dented, and he vomited water. Under the force of the kick, his body instantly flew backwards. Wu Heng spread his bat wings behind him and followed closely.

"Attack, faster!" the old hero roared, and the golden shadow swung the sword frantically, with dense sword energy swinging out, trying to slow down the opponent's advance.

At the same time, he took out a dagger from the space ring in panic. As soon as it appeared in his palm, it fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Forbidden soldiers! Damn them!" the old hero cursed again.

At this time, Wu Heng's figure had arrived at his side, and his fist smashed down like a meteorite!

Boom boom boom~!

Each blow was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking.

The old hero was bombarded back and forth in the air like a broken sandbag, and the holy light phantom became fainter and fainter. The old hero gritted his teeth, and the holy light phantom's body began to burst out with strong light, and suddenly exploded with a bang.

Wu Heng's body was blown away.

The old hero turned his head to look at another battlefield and roared, "Come over now! Do we have to wait and defeat these monsters one by one?"

Upon hearing this, another Vatican hero's body was surrounded by holy light, and he forcibly left the battlefield and flew towards this side.

Suddenly a small voice sounded beside my ear, "Uncle, are they going to merge and transform?"

The novel is about a divine servant.

In the last battle, the two Vatican heroes were able to merge into one and form a divine servant.

The combat power also instantly increased by several levels.

At this time, the two did not run away, but moved closer to each other, giving people the feeling that they were preparing to merge.

"I know!" Wu Heng said, and chased after him again.

In the air, water droplets quickly condensed and shot out like a rainstorm, trying to stop the two people approaching.

But the two people on the opposite side seemed to be determined and rushed directly into the area covered by the "rainstorm" and continued to approach.

Buzz~!

And in the smoke and dust covered by the rainstorm, the dazzling holy light exploded like the scorching sun, and the two figures began to twist and blend.

Just as the two figures became more and more illusory and gradually formed into six-winged divine servants.

Wu Heng shot into the smoke like a cannonball, and kicked two people in the side with a forward kick with a sonic boom, directly kicking one of them in the chest.

Click~!

With the clear sound of bones breaking, the man flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and crashed into the rocks behind him.

The shadow of the divine servant that was about to take shape instantly disintegrated and turned into spots of light all over the sky.

Wu Heng swung his fist and knocked the other man to the ground, then he pressed his knee into the man's chest. His fists turned into afterimages and kept falling down.

Bang Bang Bang ~!

The dense fist winds collapsed the ground, and the other person who was kicked away in the distance was submerged by the gray sword energy torrent condensed by Corn Sword Masters No. 1 and No. 2 who arrived.

"Wu Heng, Wu Heng, don't kill me." The hero under him, whose body was no longer in human form, tried hard to beg for mercy, "It's useless for you to kill me. The Holy See will have new heroes. Don't kill me, let's negotiate."

Wu Heng slowly stood up, blood-red air steaming from his body, "How did you create a new hero?"

The other party's eyes narrowed, "I can't say!"

"Then go to hell!" Wu Heng smashed his throat with a punch, and his whole head was twisted strangely.

The moment the body dies, the ghost appears.

This time, Wu Heng was prepared in advance, and the bone cage rose up quickly, trapping the escaping ghost inside.

"Wu Heng, this is a misunderstanding. Don't kill me. If the ghost is destroyed, I will really die." The ghost begged for mercy in horror.

He didn't know what was going on. Why did the ambush plan develop into this situation?

The three heroes on his side were beaten to death by a magic hero with a punch.

"Don't you think it's too late to say this now?" Wu Heng took out the Magic Soul Pot, and attracted by the power of the undead, the ghost flew into the Magic Soul Pot.

"Wu Heng, you can get compensation."

"Don't kill me, we can discuss any conditions."

"There is a misunderstanding here..."

Before flying in completely, you can still hear the other party shouting, trying to resolve the situation peacefully.

After all the ghosts were collected into the Magic Soul Pot, Wu Heng closed the lid of the pot and continued to move towards the stone mountain in the distance.

The stone mountain has been cut into a flat slope, and three ghosts are surrounding the ghost of the old hero.

Seeing Wu Heng coming over, he immediately said: "Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding."

Wu Heng took out the Demon Soul Pot without any haste, opened the lid, and said, "Go in!"

The power of the dead pulled him into the magic soul pot.

"Uncle, isn't there another one?" Xiaoxiao asked.

"Glenda has gone after him, let's go check it out too." Wu Heng sensed the direction where Glenda was, and then said to the skeleton, "Collect all the bodies."

After saying that, he chased in the direction of Granda.

After flying for a distance.

Then he saw Granda floating leisurely in the air, with the trapped ghost of the religious leader beside him.

Granda is being lobbied at this time.

"What future do you have following Treasure Island? Let me go, and the Church can give you more..."

"When the two sides start fighting, your kindness today will be your way out..."

"The Holy See can even help you rebuild your body!"

Glenda looked at him helplessly. Just as he was about to speak, he looked into the distance again and saw Wu Heng flying over with the other ghosts. "Is it over?"

"It went better than expected." Wu Heng said with a smile.

Xiao Xiao immediately said, "Aunt! You don't know, they wanted to merge and transform, but uncle kicked one of them away."

"Didn't the fusion succeed?"

"No, if it succeeds, we have to run."

The religious leader on the side looked even more solemn. It was obvious that the other two had also been killed. He took a deep breath and said seriously, "Wu Heng, I am the leader of the association. You must handle this matter through the association."

"You come to kill me. Have you followed the association's procedures?" Wu Heng interrupted with a raised eyebrow.

"This..." The ghost paused, "This situation is different."

Wu Heng unscrewed the lid of the kettle. "Anyway, the association doesn't know that you died in my hands for now. Let's wait until they find out. Besides, the Holy See has no shortage of heroes, so it doesn't matter whether you live or die."

"you……."

Wu Heng didn't listen to his nonsense and put it into the Magic Soul Pot.

One person and four souls return to the main battlefield.

Corn Sword Masters No. 1 and No. 2 have dragged the three bodies together.

The body of the religious leader was split into two halves vertically, and the bodies of the other two were twisted and no longer recognizable as human beings.

But it’s not a big problem. When converting the undead, the corpse will be repaired.

The only thing is whether the internal organs can be taken out normally. After all, we are still waiting to use the internal organs to improve resistance!

"Uncle, please save Count Pizza. The New Year's money he received from kowtow today is enough to buy him an apartment." Xiaoxiao flew over hurriedly and said.

Wu Heng followed and saw Count Pizza trapped in shackles.

The entire skull was pressed against the ground, and a deep pit was created under the skull.

Still looks a bit miserable.

[Prisoner's Shackles (Special Item)]

[Effect: Traps the target and restricts its actions.]

[Side effect: The target is completely "dead", and the shackles are removed.]

(Description: A pair of heavy shackles covered in rust, with the surface covered in wear and tear and dark red stains, as if stained with the despair of countless prisoners.)

This prop is really nice.

But it can only be taken away by 'death', and the death of a dead servant should mean the extinguishing of the soul fire!

One is a prop, and the other is a heroic skeleton.

Wu Heng still felt that the vampire skeletons with flying abilities were more important.

"We can't unlock this strange object. Let's see how to rescue him later." Wu Heng said to Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao flew over and comforted the skeleton, "I'll rescue you soon, don't worry."

Wu Heng took out a straw mat and asked Sword Masters No. 1 and No. 2 to roll up the body.

Then pick up the weapons that fell on the ground.

The words "Forbidden Soldiers" in the sky became fainter and fainter, but the words were still floating in the air, like a law restriction, changing the rules of this area.

The weapon that fell to the ground was still heavy and could not be picked up at all.

The weapons were still here, so he didn't dare to leave. He sat down on a huge rock nearby, took out his cell phone and called Brittany to let her know he was safe.

……

The palace hall.

Brittany sat on the throne, tapping the armrests with her slender fingers.

The captain of the guards knelt on one knee, and the sound of his armor hitting the ground was crisp.

"Your Majesty, notices have been posted throughout the city." The captain's voice echoed in the empty hall, "All churches in the Holy See have been sealed off, and twelve priests and knights who defended the religion... have been publicly executed."

When he said the word "execution", his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

If we really kill the priest, there will be no turning back.

Brittany nodded slightly, "How's the reaction in the city?"

"There was a small-scale riot among the believers, but it has been suppressed." The captain lowered his head to report, "352 radical believers have been arrested. The patrol team has been tripled and is patrolling the entire city."

Brittany's slender fingers suddenly stopped.

The temperature in the hall seemed to drop suddenly.

This is the terrifying thing about the Vatican. There is no need for fighting. Just a few words like "God's will" during a sermon can turn the usually docile people into fanatics.

What’s even more frightening is that in this world where everyone is a professional, once a riot gets out of control, it is possible that the regime could be overthrown one day.

"Well done." Brittany finally said, "Take a break."

The captain nodded and stepped aside to wait.

The hall fell into silence again.

The old court wizard sat on a wooden stool brought by his maid, holding the scepter in his skinny fingers.

The young official next to him kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, leaving a small stain on the stone slab.

There is nothing to report later.

But the meeting wasn’t over.

Everyone knew what they were waiting for: the final outcome of the battle between the two parties outside.

Either get rid of the Vatican completely, or let everyone die together.

Brittany suddenly raised her eyes and looked outside the palace.

The hands of the clock on the wall are slowly moving towards 12 o'clock.

Ring ring ring~!

The clear sound of the bell was like the sound of a silver bottle breaking, instantly breaking the silence in the hall.

Everyone's eyes turned to the throne, and Brittany pulled something out of the inner pocket of her fine dress and placed it to her ear.

The Queen's originally tense face melted away like ice and snow the moment she heard the content of the phone call.

The corners of his lips curled up and his eyes rippled with victory.

After saying a few words, he put away his phone and looked down again.

"Your Majesty, is there any news?" the Minister of Finance asked nervously.

"Three heroes of the Church." Brittany's voice was clear and calm, echoing under the dome of the hall. "They have all been killed by His Excellency Wu Heng."

Wow~!

The hall was instantly in an uproar.

Execute!

Instead of repelling the enemy, they killed them directly.

One killed three heroes….