The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse-Chapter 555 - 457 Gods Perspective (Part 1)

Chapter 555 -457, God’s Perspective (Part 1).

Chapter 555 -457, God’s Perspective (Part 1).

The head injury was severe, with vital organs damaged; even the Revival Technique was ineffective.

Now, the ghost had directly left the body.

High-level professionals are becoming harder and harder to kill.

“Can you devour him?” Wu Heng asked in a low voice.

The two ghosts looked at each other.

Glenda said, “I’m unsure. My level is about the same as his, but his abilities might be much higher than mine.”

Xiao Xiao saw that even Glenda was uncertain.

She shook her head as well.

Wu Heng glanced at the ghost in the White Bone Cage, still rampaging and cursing loudly.

Having his own ghosts devour this one now was somewhat risky.

He was also suspicious that it had not immediately fled—perhaps it was a deliberate ploy to get his own ghosts to rush forward.

To fall into a trap.

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“Wu Heng, what can you possibly do to me? Level 18 is a height you will never reach. I will haunt you forever until you die and become a ghost, and then I’ll devour you bit by bit,” Occam shouted angrily from within the cage, venting his frustration.

“I, we are Necromancers, King Yama—afraid of you, an ugly freak?” Xiao Xiao pointed at the other and shouted, then shrank back behind Wu Heng.

“Haha~! You actually raised such a small ghost as a Spirit Servant, Wu Heng, we’re the same kind of people, unscrupulous, ruthless, you’re no better,” Occam continued to shout loudly.

“What do we do?” Glenda asked.

“Don’t devour him yet; we’ll use him as material for a ceremony later,” Wu Heng said directly.

Hearing this, the ‘Occam’ inside the cage suddenly stopped cursing, his eyes looking this way with some unease.

Wu Heng rummaged through his Space Ring.

An earthenware jug-like artifact was taken out.

[Demon Soul Pot]

(Description: A container for storing and imprisoning souls.)

This item had been obtained from killing that ‘Necromancer’ in Lundham City.

It seemed it could be of use now.

Under Occam’s astonished gaze, Wu Heng approached the ‘Bone Prison.’

The bony bars automatically widened their gaps, allowing Wu Heng to place the artifact inside the prison.

Then, the White Bone Cage began to compress space towards the Demon Soul Pot, forcing ‘Occam’ closer to it.

“Wu Heng, we can talk this out,” he said.

“Between us, it’s merely a conflict of power; there’s no deep vendetta or hatred,” he added.

“Give me a chance, I’ll help you become a Steward,” Occam’s voice grew louder, more frantic, “Wu Heng, let’s talk, your spy is dead, I can help you earn merits.”

“No, you can’t do this, Wu Heng, you can’t be so ruthless,” Occam cried out tragically, his body getting stretched and sucked into the Demon Soul Jar.

The Bone Prison vanished, and Wu Heng corked the Demon Soul Pot.

“Wow, King with the Golden Horn’s Magic Gourd,” Xiao Xiao exclaimed.

Wu Heng was just about to tease Xiao Xiao when he suddenly felt the sensation of being watched from behind.

He turned around abruptly, only to see ‘Occam’s’ decapitated head.

A pair of eyes was curiously watching him.

Damn it—!

Wu Heng’s heart tensed.

He stepped back, raised his gun, and aimed forward.

Skeletons instantly shielded Wu Heng.

“Occam really is useless, even failing at this,” the corpse spoke weakly.

“Not coming out in person, to meet face to face?” Wu Heng addressed the head.

He could distinctly feel that some kind of magic was establishing a connection with the head before him.

It definitely wasn’t ‘Occam,’ but someone else.

This method was even more sinister than the abilities of a Necromancer like himself.

The head kept his gaze on him, “The association actually nurtured someone like you, it’s really somewhat surprising, interesting!”

Wu Heng said, “Do you have something to say?”

The head smirked eerily, “Just here to see, who exactly killed ‘Occam’.”

“To avenge him.”

“Dead is dead,” the head stated.

Wu Heng said, “Name yourself, you can’t be afraid to even give your name, right?”

“Heh, remembering you is enough for me,” the head said.

After speaking, his tongue extended, attempting to bite down.

Wu Heng was prepared, he squeezed the trigger.

With a bang,

The bullet passed through the skeleton’s gaps, pierced the head’s brow, and rolled away to a distance.

The skeletons stepped forward quickly, kicking the head back here.

The tongue was still there, now with a deep bite mark.

The head also turned back into a corpse, its eyes cloudy.

The connective magic vanished as well.

Glenda spoke seriously, “What was that?”

“It seems the pirates’ affair involves someone else; I’ll mention it to the Steward later,” Wu Heng said, and he pointed his gun at the head, firing another shot.

“So scary, he wasn’t watching us all this time, was he?” Xiao Xiao said from behind.

“No worries, he didn’t dare to show himself; he must be even more afraid of us,” Wu Heng said, tossing the head back beside the corpse.

“That makes sense!” Xiao Xiao thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Wu Heng took off the corpse’s Space Ring, and also said, “Strip him of everything he has on him.”

The skeletons advanced, began to strip the corpse of its clothes.

Then they wrapped everything in a straw mat, and Wu Heng stored the corpse and its clothing and gear in his Space Ring.

He would examine them closely later.

“Xiao Xiao, continue to stay by my side and protect me; Glenda, go take a stroll around the Island Master’s Manor, see if he’s got a treasury or something, and steer clear of ‘Imilo,’ we don’t want him tarnishing our image,” Wu Heng directed.

Glenda nodded and flew directly toward the manor.

…

Returning to the alleyway checkpoint,

“Olin!”

The Dwarf Captain ran over quickly, “Here, Vice-executive.”