The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse Chapter 1569: 1071: Didn't Even Spark a Bit?

Chapter 1569: Chapter 1071: Didn’t Even Spark a Bit?

The two sisters were here as part of a transaction between the Wood Elves and Wu Heng.

At that ti, they indeed seed as if they were ‘sold’ by their tribe to this Human Island Lord.

But after signing the Slavery Contract, their status wasn’t as low as imagined, and Wu Heng did treat them well.

During this period, not only did they advance to Level 19, but he’s also preparing a Special Item suitable for the sisters.

He truly treats them as his own, perhaps even better than the Wood Elves do.

Wu Heng smiled and said, “They suit you well, reaching Level 20 as soon as possible is the best thanks.”

Ailuria knelt on one knee, placing her right hand over her left chest in a gesture of loyalty, “Thank you for your support, my lord. We will work even harder.”

“Hmm, don’t overexert yourselves,” Wu Heng said.

“Yes!” Ailuria responded and when she looked up again, Wu Heng was already ascending the stairs.

Outside the window, the silver moonlight shone in, casting a silvery glow on the coffee table.

Ailuria first put away her sister’s Blood Sacrifice Knife and then carefully held up the Heaven and Earth Ruler, the bronze bell softly ringing with her rising movent.

Ailuria subconsciously took a step forward.

The space distorted for a mont before her eyes.

When she ca to her senses, the tip of her boot was already at the edge of the first step of the stairs.

And what was originally a distance of seven or eight steps was crossed in a single step.

“This….” Ailuria quickly turned her head, the unfinished tea on the coffee table indicated that what just happened wasn’t an illusion.

Is the effect this good?

If used well, the advantage in battle is practically imasurable!

Ailuria felt a surge of excitent, gripped the ruler tightly, and turned towards the direction of the training room to get accustod to this Special Item in advance.

…

The mist in the bathroom hadn’t completely dissipated when Wu Heng opened the bedroom door; Shanaela was leaning on the head of the bed, flipping through a book about painting.

“I thought you wouldn’t be staying ho on the first night back!” Shanaela didn’t lift her head, but there was a hint of jealousy in her tone.

Wu Heng lifted the silk quilt and lay down, “Jealous, huh?”

“Who cares, if I were to get jealous I’d have been soured to death by now.” Shanaela snorted lightly, closed the book, but leaned into his arms, “When the Elf Elder saw the association announcent, you don’t know how happy they were, like the gamblers who win big with small bets in the casinos.”

“It’s good that I didn’t disappoint you,” Wu Heng said with a smile, patting her shoulder as he held her.

At that ti, when the Wood Elves placed the fate of their race on Wu Heng, it was also a kind of gamble.

But from the current situation, they bet correctly.

“How could it not be!” Shanaela showed a gentle expression.

Wu Heng kissed her forehead lightly and continued, “Things will get better and better in the future, and you must also train hard to beco a Hero soon.”

“I know! I’m working hard too.” Shanaela said, turning over to face away from him, “Sleep, we need to get up early tomorrow.”

Wu Heng was taken aback, not sure why she was suddenly displeased.

He thought for a mont and placed his hand around her waist; the warmth of her skin was palpable through the silk nightgown, “What’s wrong, are you angry?”

“No, just thinking of resting early, what are you up to?” Shanaela turned her head slightly.

Wu Heng’s fingers glided down her spine, lifting the hem of the silk nightgown, their lower abdons pressing together.

“I just saw Ailuria still training downstairs.” Wu Heng leaned in closer to her neck, feeling the body in his arms shudder slightly, “Quite diligent.”

“She’s always been like that since she was young…” Shanaela’s words ca with heavier breaths, her rear tilting slightly back, “Physical training is her hobby.”

“I see!” Wu Heng gently lifted her long legs, laying them on his own.

Shanaela slapped him playfully, “If you dare think of another woman at this mont, I’ll kill you!”

“How could I possibly do that!” Wu Heng replied, half-annoyed.

Shanaela snorted lightly, saying nothing more.

The moonlight filtered through the window screen, casting their intertwined shadows together.

…

The next day.

The morning mist had yet to clear; the Array Patterns at the center of the training ground in the west of the city caught the light of dawn.

The skeleton attendants ford a long queue, stacking the pre-prepared materials in the designated positions within the Formation as required.

“Having been delayed for so long, unless sothing special happens, don’t interrupt the process.” The Lady leaned against a chair, her puppet’s slender fingers lightly tapping the armrest, “The success of the third phase will be a monuntal advancent in your physical strength.”

Wu Heng looked at the center of the Array Patterns, where the charred marks from the last training session remained.

Training wasn’t sothing he was averse to.

However, the process wasn’t exactly pleasant.

When the skeleton attendants had finished their preparations, Wu Heng stepped towards the Array Patterns, only to suddenly stop after a few steps.

“What now?” The Lady frowned.

Wu Heng flipped his palm, and the Special Item, the Truth Engraving Knife appeared in his hand, “Do you think it could modify the training rules?”

The Lady’s puppet leaned forward abruptly, a glint flashed in her glassy eyes, “Give it a try, but rember not to exceed three tis.”

Wu Heng nodded, and with the thought of ‘accelerating the body refining efficiency’ in his mind, the knife’s tip burst forth with a blinding golden light, inscribing dense runes in the air.

“What did you change?” The Lady asked.

“Training efficiency,” Wu Heng replied, walking straight into the periter of the Formation.

Seated at the center, the Lady leaned back against the chair once more and signaled to the side, “Activate the Formation.”

Whoosh~!

Layers of flaming heat soared to the sky, dark clouds covered the heavens above, and rolling thunder crashed down.

At the center of the Formation, flas shaped into scarlet blades wildly surged into Wu Heng’s body, while the thunderstorm struck densely from above.