The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Even those two lieutenants of not insignificant rank only struggled for a moment before collapsing heavily.

"A mental attack?" Flari gritted his teeth and climbed up, filled with uncertainty.

A body this strong? And capable of mental attacks?

No, it must be the effect of a Special Item.

"Shoot arrows!" Flari whispered again.

Swish, swish, swish~!

Suddenly, shooting holes on the mountain walls both sides opened abruptly, and countless arrows rained down like a storm!

Wu Heng gently waved his right hand, and two curtains of water appeared out of nowhere, arrows shooting into them, as if trapped in a mire, ultimately suspended in place.

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

Flari's muscles bulged, raising his battle axe high, he leaped like a meteor, hacking down toward Wu Heng's head!

Wu Heng stepped back half a step, easily avoiding it.

Bam~!

The battle axe smashed down, cracking the ground and sending rubble flying.

Then, the battle axe swept sideways, slicing towards Wu Heng's waist!

"Got him!" Flari's eyes flashed with wild joy!

Clang~!

The sound of metal clashing was piercing, and upon closer inspection, Flari found that the battle axe had only torn Wu Heng's outer garment, revealing a piece of snow-white scale armor underneath, gleaming icily.

Scales?

Not human?

Flari's heart trembled violently, but before he could recover, his abdomen was struck again, sending him flying backwards once more!

Wu Heng followed like a shadow, closing in instantly.

Flari gritted his teeth, forcing his body to adjust mid-air, and as he wiped his face, a fierce lion-head mask emerged!

Roar——!

A piercing soundwave erupted, carrying a mental assault, striking directly at Wu Heng's mind!

Wu Heng's brow furrowed slightly, his mind momentarily dizzy, but clarity returned in an instant.

Seizing the opportunity, Flari flicked three poisoned iron spikes, their piercing sound sharp!

Wu Heng flicked his fingers lightly, the spikes clanged to the ground, embedding into the stone wall, their poison releasing wisps of green smoke from corrosion.

"What kind of monster are you?!" Flari finally panicked, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He originally thought Wu Heng was just an arrogant character relying on the backing of Gold and Silver Island, but now it seemed he himself had kicked a steel plate!

Bam!

Wu Heng delivered another kick, yellow light flickering around Flari's body, barely withstanding the impact, but the counterforce still sent him rolling awkwardly.

"I can't drag this out any longer!" Flari gritted his teeth and struck the ground, a totem pillar rose from the earth, emitting a dazzling light!

With the emergence of the totem, his fear vanished, replaced by fervent fighting spirit.

His weapon switched to two short-handled battle axes, charging like a whirlwind.

Getting close to Wu Heng, the short-handled axes continuously swung.

Ax shadows endless, the offensive like a tide!

Wu Heng did not fully dodge, allowing some attacks to hit him.

The scale armor absorbed most of the force, the remaining attacks only leaving shallow blood marks on his skin, which quickly healed under a faint golden light.

"Holy Light technique of The Holy Court? Are you from The Holy Court?" Flari's eyes widened, his mind in tumult.

Gold and Silver Island? The Holy Court?

"What level are you, really?" Flari roared as he leaped backward to put distance between them, full of fighting spirit, but reason told him he was truly in big trouble this time!

Scanning around, Flari suddenly pulled out a token, shouting sharply: "The Divine Dragon Binding Chains."

Clang clang clang~!

Countless iron chains shot out from all over the military camp, winding towards Wu Heng like venomous snakes!

"Trap him!" Flari gathered his resolve, "As long as you're not a Hero, you won't leave here today."

However, Wu Heng's lips curled into a slight smile, and he disappeared abruptly!

"What?"

In the next instant, Flari felt excruciating pain in his left ribs, his whole being kicked into the mountain wall!

Before he landed, Wu Heng had already closed in like a ghost, fists raining down like a storm!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The pale yellow shield shattered, the iron armor dented, and the pursuing chains disintegrated instantly, vanishing.

Flari's face was covered in blood, his consciousness beginning to fade.

A final thought flashed by, could it be Wu Heng!

Thud!

He fell heavily to the ground, completely unconscious.

The military camp fell into dead silence, with only the wind whimpering.

"Wu Heng, there are people coming from outside." The Lady's voice sounded in his ear.

Wu Heng looked up, seeing the dwarf official wearing a bronze whistle hurriedly approaching with Leander and the others outside the camp gate.

They stood at the door, staring dumbfounded at the unconscious soldiers scattered across the ground and Wu Heng holding Flari like a dead dog.

Leander's Adam's apple moved, his voice trembling, "What...what did you do?!"

Wu Heng casually tossed Flari to the ground, saying indifferently, "Oh? Have you come to support him?"

...

Leander and the others stood frozen, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.

"No, no! We are here to mediate!" Leander hurriedly waved his hands, his voice quivering.

"Mediate?" Wu Heng sneered, lightly flicking the bloodstain hanging on his sleeve cuff, "Things got to this point before you showed up, the Dwarf Race's efficiency truly opens my eyes."

Leander's face stiffened, forcing himself to explain, "The coordination on the usage time of the Heart of Molten Fire was an internal issue and has nothing to do with you."

Saying this, the corner of his eye swept over the unconscious Flari, silently cursing this fool for provoking someone they shouldn't have.

Likewise, his heart was even more shocked.

Why are the people from Gold and Silver Island so abnormal?

"Oh? So how do you plan to handle this?" Wu Heng's tone was calm, yet it sent a chill down Leander's back.

"You, you can of course continue using it!" Leander hastily said, not even daring to wipe the sweat off his forehead, "As a gesture of apology, we'll extend the usage time for you by fifteen days."

Wu Heng's gaze darkened slightly.

This compromise was only because he demonstrated overwhelming strength.

Before, he hadn't appeared, instead letting the whistle-blowing dwarf inform him to wait ten days.

"How will you write the report for your Leader?" Wu Heng suddenly asked.

Leander was taken aback, then quickly responded, "Write it as it happened! Flari arbitrarily sealed the mountain, attempting to monopolize the results of the Heart of Molten Fire, his provocations leading to an escalation of the conflict..."

"Add one more sentence," Wu Heng interrupted him, "Flari openly showed contempt for Gold and Silver Island, attempting to sow discord between Gold and Silver Island and the Dwarf Race. This sentence, make sure it's sent word for word to the Dwarf Royal Capital and the Leader of the Association."

Leander's face turned pale, but he could only nod, "Yes, I'll arrange it immediately."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding dwarves quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the situation wouldn't further deteriorate.

"Sir, may we treat the injured?" Leander cautiously asked, his gaze sweeping over the unconscious Flari.

Despite despising this arrogant fellow kin, the Dwarf Race could not afford to lose high-tier combat power.

Wu Heng nodded indifferently, then pointed to Flari, "Lock him up, I must take him with me when I leave."

"What?" Leander exclaimed, "This, this is too..."

Wu Heng walked forward slowly, lowering his voice, "If I don't see him when I leave, all of you will have to come to Gold and Silver Island as 'guests'."

Leander shivered, "Understood!"

Wu Heng said no more, putting away Flari's Space Ring and Special Item, and turned towards the cave of the Heart of Molten Fire.

"Just letting them off like that?" The Lady's voice sounded in his ear, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Go keep an eye on them, see if they have any more tricks," Wu Heng whispered.

The Lady chuckled softly and turned to fly back.

Wu Heng walked forward, the dwarf with the copper whistle on his chest quickly caught up, "Sir, I'll assist you in coordinating for the door to be opened."

"Alright!" Wu Heng continued walking forward.

The two arrived at the metal door of the cave. Despite the commotion from the camp, the guards here remained unmoved.

Their gazes, however, were curious as they looked at the two of them.

The whistle-blowing dwarf immediately said, "Open the door, the Heart of Molten Fire can be used normally."

The guard promptly pulled the chain, and the tightly closed door opened.

Wu Heng walked inside.

...

Inside the cave, heat waves surged.

The heavy metal door closed behind, Wu Heng's footsteps echoed between the rock walls.

Lava pools churned with crimson bubbles, the heart of molten fire in the center blazed like a miniature sun, progress frozen at 97.6%.

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm his mind.

After fighting back and forth with the Holy Court for so long, he thought his state of mind was decent enough, but today this dwarf threw him off balance.

Sitting beside and waiting for a while, the Lady flew back and said, "They've locked up that Great Commander, everything else is done as previously agreed, no issues found."

"Hmm! Just follow through," Wu Heng nodded.

Then, he took out the Special Item fragments acquired yesterday and approached the Heart of Molten Fire.

The fragments were cast into the magma, the Heart of Molten Fire's light surged bright - 98.7%!

Wu Heng's pupils contracted slightly.

There's a chance!

Previously, at this level of progress, it would have been activated directly.

Such value-laden Special Items were already significantly worthwhile.

But his goal was not just here but closer to 100%.

He gritted his teeth and took out one rare fragment.

"The last gamble!"

The fragment traced an arc and fell into the magma.