The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse Chapter 1675 - 1110: Are You Surrendering?

On the high platform, the figure within the divine light silently sat.

What drove him to relentlessly pursue Wu Heng was far more than re hatred; at a deeper level, it was an indescribable anxiety and dread.

Wu Heng was exceedingly bizarre.

Not only did he escape from his grasp ti and again, but incredibly, he established a Divine Position in such a short ti.

This growth speed surpassed all of his understanding.

If allowed to continue growing unchecked, he would inevitably beco a dire threat, possibly upending everything in the future.

Hence, he must be forced to reveal himself, right now.

And based on Wu Heng’s past behavior, he was confident that facing such desperate pleas from his followers, Wu Heng was very likely to appear.

This was not a bad thing.

If he could seize this opportunity to completely devour and absorb this newly ascended Divine Spirit, the gains would far exceed all previous losses.

Moreover, he could learn from him the coordinates of the new realm—a whole new world is an irresistible temptation for any Divine Spirit.

The ceremony below continued.

Bundles of dry wood were continuously piled up, and then soone began to cast the [Grease Skill], pouring it on top, a strong sll perating the entire square, mingled with fear and despair.

Step, step, step~!

A high-tier Priest quickly walked to the bottom of the high platform, bowed, and reported, "My God, everything is ready."

The gaze from within the light swept over him, pondered for a mont, and an icy voice sounded: "Give them enough ti to pray, let their despair... spread further."

"As you command." The Priest respectfully withdrew.

Ti crawled by in agony.

On the square, the sounds of prayer, sobbing, and curses grew louder and more chaotic, forming a chilling cacophony.

About an hour later, the presence on the Divine Throne lost its last shred of patience.

"Ignite the fire." The God’s voice, devoid of emotion, resounded throughout the square, "Let them see with their own eyes how feeble and inept the God they worship is!"

The order was given.

The Church Knights, holding torches, marched forward in orderly steps, and without hesitation, they threw their torches onto the woodpile drenched in grease.

Boom~!

Flas t oil and exploded instantly!

The raging flas rolled and roared, forming a massive wall of fire, quickly spreading toward the central stake area.

The onlookers closed their eyes in distress or turned away, unable to bear witnessing the impending tragedy.

The blazing fire was like a roaring beast.

Just as the flas were about to lick the hem of the first victim’s clothing, a sudden change occurred!

All the surging flas were as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, then completely disintegrated and dispersed!

Only countless tiny sparks remained, drifting gently down, extinguishing.

"What happened?!"

"The fire... the fire went out?"

The entire scene was in an uproar, everyone widens their eyes, incredulous at this incomprehensible spectacle.

At a ceremony presided over by Divine Spirits, how could such an anomaly occur?

"You are indeed audacious!"

At this mont, the icy voice from the Divine Throne rang again, carrying a barely detectable weight.

His gaze, as if substantial, shot towards the balcony of a building at the side of the square.

Everyone’s gaze instinctively followed.

On the previously empty balcony, a high chair appeared at so point.

A figure lounged against it, black hair and black eyes, with a calm expression, casually overlooking everything in the square.

"It’s Island Lord Wu Heng!"

The crowd burst into incredulous shouts.

"What Island Master! Don’t talk nonsense! Do you want to invite disaster upon yourself?"

"The Holy Court made such a grand scene just to force him to appear and fall into their trap!"

"Too foolish... Even if he ca, what use is it? Can he possibly save people from the Divine Spirits?"

"Indeed, he might just get himself killed... What’s the use..."

Wu Heng was too famous in this world, almost everyone knew him.

Especially those near the Erald Sea, they had seen his portrait or t him in person.

Seeing him appear now, people felt shock, but more than that, pity and confusion—what change could his appearance bring before the supre Divine Spirits, other than adding another lost soul?

...

Wu Heng lounged against the stone-carved backrest, his gaze pierced through the square, directly confronting the blazing light on the high platform, "So eager to see ?"

"If you weren’t hiding your tail, lacking the dignity and responsibility a Deity should have, why would I go to such lengths?" The Divine Spirit’s voice slowly ca through, like rolling thunder rumbling across the skies.

Wu Heng scratched his ear, his tone sowhat playful, "Seeing isn’t hard, just pray devoutly before my statue... Maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll even respond to you?"

"Do you dare talk big when you’re about to die!" The entity within the light snorted coldly, its killing intent surged fiercely, "In that case, this avatar shall beco mine!"

Before the words were finished, the blazing light on the high platform suddenly expanded, transford into a golden light that tore through the skies, like a spear of judgnt, and with unparalleled force, shot straight towards the balcony where Wu Heng was!

Almost simultaneously, Wu Heng’s silhouette blurred suddenly, a deep and imnse energy rose around him, also transforming into a stream of light, boldly eting it!

Boom————!!!

Two divine powers collided with a thunderous roar over Gold and Silver Island!

There were no fancy techniques, no complex spells, only the most elental, most brutal clash of energies and rules!

In an instant, the sky seed to be torn apart.

Half was a dazzling, divine golden light, within which appeared countless angelic shadows chanting, holy halls rising and falling, attempting to purify all things with supre authority.