The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse Chapter 1658: 1104: Divine Fire2

Chapter 1658: Chapter 1104: Divine Fire_2

Every comnt was filled with words of envy and longing.

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xico, Volcano Camp.

In the living room, Lilith reclined on the soft sofa, Philippa sat cross-legged beside her, and Robey, Xi Ligui, Shanaela, and others were seated in different spots, all browsing the flood of livestream posts and discussions on the forum.

In the past few days, news of the Spirit Awakening Sect’s first public selection of profession-bound followers had almost taken over the entire internet.

Although they were familiar with professionals, they were curious about how this world chose its professionals.

Besides, the Archbishop of this world was Xiao Xiao’s mother, so they were intrigued to see what she looked like.

“These new believers… are behaving so unseriously,” Robey frowned slightly, looking at the comnts from so followers on the screen.

“It indeed differs from the style of The Holy Court,” Xi Ligui nodded in agreent.

The Holy Court’s believers always seed restrained, devout, even with a fanatical obsession.

Whereas the followers of the Spirit Awakening Sect had a… hard-to-describe, unconventional manner in their words and actions.

The comnt section was filled with ‘hahaha’ and ‘envy tears’, ‘dancing for brothers at three in the morning’, and so other posts and comnts.

Shanaela observed their slightly puzzled expressions and couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t you all think? This style really resembles Wu Heng and Xiao Xiao’s usual deanor, doesn’t it?”

Everyone was montarily stunned, then all nodded in agreent.

They continued watching for a while longer; seeing that the ti was about right, they each split off to cultivate.

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Otherworld, Headquarters of the Association.

The banners representing different factions had all been taken down, and the Holy Radiance Banners of The Holy Court hung high on the walls, silently declaring the shift in power.

Claudio sat alone at the head of the long table, his heavy religious robe making him look somber.

His fingers skimd over one docunt after another in a chanical action, his gaze indifferent.

Since the association completely submitted to The Holy Court, all heroes and high-tier professionals also pledged allegiance before the deity statue; past events had beco settled.

However, when his gaze fell on the next urgent battle report, his previously unperturbed expression instantly turned into one of shock.

His pupils narrowed sharply, his fingertips clutched the paper’s edge tight enough to nearly crumple it.

Written on the report, in clear black and white, the Holy Hall, along with five major cities under The Holy Court’s domain, had overnight… turned into ruins.

The city walls crumbled, all living beings perished, with no survivors.

The ssage was sent half a month ago, which was also when the Divine Spirits roughly appeared.

“This… how is this possible?!” A gasp of astonishnt escaped uncontrollably from his throat.

Wu Heng!

Hadara and Bruno died, both felled by a re flick of the Divine Spirit’s fingers, and their souls were obliterated.

Yet, he not only survived but also had the capability to counterattack?

He even managed, in the face of the Divine Spirits, to destroy the Holy Hall and several key cities in one fell swoop.

This…

Wu Heng didn’t die, losing Gold and Silver Island, while The Holy Court lost the Holy Hall and those cities.

Doesn’t it sound like The Holy Court actually suffered the loss?

An inexplicable emotion unpredictably crept up Claudio’s spine.

Perhaps, he really could change sothing.

He stared intently at every word of the report, as if trying to predict the future’s direction from them.

After a long ti, he stiffly lifted his head and looked out the window, in the distance, where The Holy Court’s newly erected deity statue reflected a cold and colossal halo in the sunset.

Could that man, who repeatedly defied norms, create miracles once again?

…

Otherworld, a frontier human city-state.

The wooden courtyard gate was shattered with a loud bang, splinters flying!

Several Protective Church Knights clad in The Holy Court’s armor stord into the courtyard, longswords drawn, emanating chilling gleams.

Behind them, a dwarf dressed in a sacred robe walked in slowly. Despite his short stature, his gaze was as sharp as an eagle’s, quickly scanning the empty courtyard before finally fixing on the house door straight ahead.

“Kill your way in!” The dwarf coldly instructed.

Crack~!

Before the knights could advance, the house door and windows shattered with a resounding explosion!

Two enormous black figures lunged out like lightning; they were two high-level skeletons with insect wings and hideous features draped in black cloaks.

They moved at a terrifying speed, crashing into the leading knights like bowling pins, sending them flying in all directions, armor dented, and the screams abruptly silenced.

“Humph!” The dwarf snorted coldly, and without seeing any action from him, two brilliant golden chains appeared out of thin air, coiling like spirit snakes around the charging skeletons, forcefully stopping them in mid-air!

In the next instant, the dwarf’s silhouette suddenly blurred, ghost-like, disappearing into thin air.

When he reappeared, it was behind one of the skeletons, his short blade flashed with a venomous glow, slicing straight at the neck!

Bam~!

A gunshot rang out, the bullet brushed past the dwarf’s afterimage and embedded into the ground.

The dwarf once again instantaneously dodged, while two more Skeleton Guards charged from inside the house, their sword light weaving into a web, driving him into constant evasive action.

The dwarf was evidently a thief by profession, with unpredictably elusive movents, his short blade sharp and vicious, each flash accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking the air.

However, the skeletons felt no pain, feared no death, and each was a Level 20 skeleton, their attacks were continuous like tidal waves, coupled with intermittent cold shots fired from inside the house, the dwarf gradually found himself in distress.

Finally, a skeleton seized the mont as he dodged bullets, its fist pounded like a cannonball, smashing his skull!

The dwarf’s body slowly collapsed.

At that mont, several figures cautiously erged from the house.

The leader was the City Lord Wen Mansha from Lundham City, cradling a machine gun, flanked by the fox woman Andre Willow and the butler Hartel holding a child.