The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 729

Chapter 729: Chapter 590, Why Do Your Movements Look So Familiar (One more chapter today)._3 Chapter 729: Chapter 590, Why Do Your Movements Look So Familiar (One more chapter today)._3 Wu Heng took out a telescope to survey the surrounding wall and with a thought, a Ghost flew out to gather intelligence.

Soon, the Ghost returned, and the images were shared.

One was a Level 18 professional, another was close to Level 18, probably at Level 17.

Just one step away.

“Prepare for battle,” Wu Heng said.

Slyther panicked, “Ah? The three of us? Fight?”

“You don’t need to, just protect yourself,” Wu Heng said as he gestured with his hand to his side.

A fissure and a stone door opened, revealing the cannon, Machine Cannon, and a Hidden Arsenal Cave crammed with Skeletons.

…

Tul Village.

The spacious central square was now filled with the black-robed Congregation of the Heaven Destiny Cult.

In the forefront, a huge ring pattern hung high, its afterglow reflecting and exuding an air of majesty.

Arrayed in an embroidered robe, a Sect Guardian stood solemnly on the high platform with a thick book in hand, loudly reading.

Below, the devout Congregation gathered, holding candles and chanting the words of our Divine Spirits.

Bishop ‘Fateh’ sat under the ring, taking the place of Divine Spirits to enjoy the worship of the people.

Given time, he would gain plenty of prestige.

Someday, he would be sent to the position of a hero.

And receive the same treatment as those heroes who sat in the Hall of Heroes, imperiously giving orders.

Evil Cult, what does it matter if they kill?

As long as one’s power is strong enough, no one can do anything against them.

Thinking of the day he might occupy such a legendary position filled him with an electrifying sense of exhilaration.

Power, after all, was what decided everything.

The chanting ended, and it was time for ‘Fateh’ to come forward. He caressed the armrest to stand up, straightened his attire, and walked slowly to the front.

With a gentle smile on his face, he waved his hand slightly.

Just as he was about to speak, a sudden sense of dread surged from his heart.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!

The sound of something tearing through the air.

Objects in large numbers fell from above.

Fateh quickly dodged to the side, boom, an explosion erupted, blowing him away.

Boom boom boom~!

Explosions after explosions soon covered the entire village.

The Congregation was torn to pieces, with limbs and rubble flying everywhere, scattering across the sky.

Panic and screams continually rose, as total chaos ensued.

“Enemy attack, prepare…” a core member of the Church shouted his command, but the next second a Grenade exploded near his feet.

The man was flung into the air, missing both legs, vomiting blood profusely.

Higher-level professionals had formidable vitality.

But the shock of the explosion could still shatter their innards, causing them to lose their combat capabilities instantly.

Someone yelled loudly, “Take cover in the houses, prepare for battle.”

The sound of explosions was deafening.

No one could hear any commands clearly; everyone was in disarray, the totem representing the Church was trampled underfoot, muddied.

…

Outside the village.

[Mansion Skill] was still active, with grenade after grenade being shot into the sky, crashing into the village regardless of cost.

These Grenades – they had a few thousand of them.

All for dealing with situations like this.

Level 18 professionals were among the top fighters in this world, and it was essential to reduce the enemy’s fighting power as much as possible.

It would be best to kill or seriously injure them directly.

The force and shock from the Grenades could hardly be stopped by any Special Item or artifact.

If hit, there would be no good outcome.

Slyther stood to one side, his eyes wide open, watching as the gates opened nearby.

The artillery shells flew into the village, shaking the earth, tearing through the walls, and the village was engulfed in dust and smoke.

Had the way of fighting changed?

Is this how battles are fought now?

…

During a round of covering bombardment.

Xiao Xiao quickly flew back, directly entering his body.

The images were shared.

In the smoke-filled village, a group of people stumbled through the collapsing walls, fleeing toward one side.

The Level 18 Bishop!

And a few professionals of not insignificant levels.

Wu Heng pointed to the side, “There, Kai Xiu lead the team, kill all of them.”

Kai Xiu stepped lightly, turning into a blur as he rushed out.

Meanwhile, behind the stone door, amid the clattering of bones, a flood of oddly-shaped Mutated Skeletons surged out of the stone door, charging into battle alongside him.