The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

"I understand, chatting with you all has eased me a lot." Wu Heng smiled.

The Lady's puppet stood up, "Let's go, instead of talking strategy here, hurry and cultivate! All difficulties stem from your lack of strength!"

"It's not you who gets burned and struck by lightning." Wu Heng said as he followed outside.

Together they went to the training grounds for the third stage.

...

Afternoon, after completing the training.

Wu Heng returned to the Island Lord's Mansion, sat on the sofa, and was talking with Lilith on his phone.

「What's the word from Leader Hadara over there?」

「He'll keep an eye on the Holy Hall, but no specific measures yet.」 Lilith replied briefly.

Wu Heng furrowed his brow slightly and continued typing, 「Any intel on the Holy Hall's rapid hero training method?」

「Nothing yet.」

Wu Heng touched his chin, then edited another message, 「I want the Secret Speaker at the Holy Hall to record the location using Phantom Train tickets.」

There was silence for a few seconds before Lilith finally responded, 「Don't do anything foolish!」

Wu Heng quickly typed, 「Just in case, is it doable?」

「Sure, but he doesn't have a ticket, how will you send it?」

「Same as last time, send me his name and appearance, and I'll write a letter to deliver it.」

After a brief pause, Lilith sent a detailed description of the Secret Speaker's features and name.

Wu Heng replied, 「I'll write him a letter, you notify him via radio to tear up the ticket near the Holy Hall, but not board the train.」

「Okay.」

Wu Heng thought for a moment and sent a grateful emoji, 「ヾ(＠゜▽゜@)ノ Love ya!」

「Teach me!」

「Sure, next time!」

As the conversation ended, Wu Heng had just put down his phone when Shanaela walked over from the training room, her forehead still glistening with sweat.

"Has something happened?" Shanaela asked softly, "Today, Lilith Leader suddenly asked me about the Elder's Council's situation."

Wu Heng thought about it and decided there was no need to hide it from her, saying seriously, "The Holy Court is drafting a new list of blasphemers, and the entire Wood Elf Elder's Council is on it."

"What?" Shanaela stood up abruptly, her pupils constricting, "Is it true?"

"It's currently just intel, no official decree yet." Wu Heng held her shoulder, "Don't tell the Elder's Council just yet, there might still be a chance."

Shanaela's breathing was noticeably rapid, her fingertips unconsciously clenched, "If it really goes through, the wood elves... ."

"In the worst-case scenario, the Elder's Council will temporarily relocate to Gold and Silver Island, and I have the ability to protect them." Wu Heng said in a deep voice.

Shanaela took a deep breath, "That would still be good, at least we can preserve our lives!"

Wu Heng nodded, "I'll head upstairs to handle some things first, I'll talk to you carefully later."

Shanaela forced out a smile, "Alright!"

Wu Heng returned to the study, took out the Special Item quill, and wrote on the letter, 「Tear up the ticket outside the Holy Hall, do not board the train.」

After writing, he placed a ticket along with it and sealed it in an envelope.

Then he held it in his hands, silently reciting the Secret Speaker's name and recalling his appearance, the letter vanished.

...

Four days later.

Within the sacred hall, brilliant golden Holy Light cascaded from the canopy, illuminating the pure white marble floor like flowing molten gold.

Under the towering statue, three Archbishops clad in luxurious Holy Robes knelt on one knee, heads bowed, accepting the Pope's admonition.

Their expressions were solemn and devout, but deep in their eyes flickered with excitement and longing they couldn't conceal.

Hero~!

Finally, it's their turn.

The Pope wielding a Scepter, his steadfast and authoritative voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Today, you shall bear the glory of the Holy Hall, purging worldly filth with divine might."

As his words fell, the hall's door gradually opened.

Twelve Church Knights clad in silver armor entered in neat steps, carrying a Holy Cabinet engraved with intricate holy patterns, solemnly entering the grand hall.

The Holy Cabinet was made entirely of Holy Silver, surfaces etched with countless angel and saint carvings, gleaming with a faint golden hue under the Holy Light.

When the Holy Cabinet was placed before the statue's pedestal, the entire hall's atmosphere froze, as if time had slowed down.

The Pope stepped forward, calling out: "Holy Seat, take your position."

The choir's song suddenly heightened, transforming into a near ear-piercing harmony.

Blinding gold light erupted from the Holy Cabinet's seams, flowing out like liquid, completely enveloping the Archbishops kneeling before it.

Buzz!

It felt like the air within the grand hall solidified for a moment.

In the next instant, the bodies of the three below abruptly straightened, their robes moving without wind.

Their presence started to climb frantically, the Holy Light igniting like flames on their skin.

Outside the hall, the sky twisted abruptly.

The starry river reversed.