The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse Chapter 1694 - 1115: Assault on the New Holy Hall (Part 3)

The gno soldiers on both sides gripped their weapons tightly, yet none dared to stop them. They could only watch the two figures vanish at the end of the corridor.

For a mont, the hall was silent. Solding slamd his fist onto the throne, sending shattered stone flying.

"Send the order to the border... let them pass." He practically forced the words out from deep in his throat.

I knew this order would be given.

I should have done the wood elves and Wu Heng a favor ahead of ti. Now, it’s forced consent.

The Dwarf Race, offended both sides.

...

The Wood Elf Main City.

The figures of the Queen and the Dragon erged from the Mansion Skill.

"The Dwarves have agreed to let us pass," the Queen reported, "but they require us to claim that we forced our way through, and they do not acknowledge it."

"No problem," Wu Heng nodded.

Through a spiritual anchor point, he also saw the conversation in the gno hall.

The course of the conversation doesn’t matter much; the main thing is to achieve an agreent.

"What should we do next?" the Queen asked.

"Follow ," Wu Heng turned around and walked away.

In no ti, the three arrived at a spacious training ground on the outskirts of the city.

The Mansion Skill opened again, and from the other side of space, skeleton drivers gradually drove out trucks with rugged exteriors, solid structures, as well as armored cars and various military vehicles.

These vehicles, all equipped with the ’Eternal Fla Engine’ technology, can provide powerful and constant power.

"These are new transportation tools for you to use," Wu Heng explained, "they can greatly improve the efficiency of material transportation and ensure frontline supplies."

After speaking, he looked at the Dragon, "Dragon, you will depart with the first transport convoy, responsible for escorting and ensuring this batch of materials safely reaches The Holy Court’s front line."

The Dragon scrutinized the trucks and then nodded, "Understood, leave it to ."

After the tasks were assigned, Wu Heng’s figure disappeared.

The Queen imdiately started preparing the transport materials.

The next morning at dawn, the morning fog had not yet cleared.

Dozens of trucks were ready, resembling a steel dragon, heading to the battlefield.

...

Outside the new Holy Hall’s city walls, the world seed void of color.

The black tide-like Skeleton Army surged over the mountains and fields, silent, orderly, and endless. The rattling sound of bones filled the entire area.

Suddenly, a low rumble ca from behind the skeleton ranks.

Rows of armored vehicles appeared in sight, their barrels adjusting angle, pointing forward.

Boom, boom, boom~!

Amid the massive roars, shells with trailing flas slamd hard onto the city walls engraved with countless holy runes on the Holy Hall.

Boom——!!

Boom~ boom~!

Huge stones shattered, the Holy Light Barrier flickered violently, then shattered like fragile glass.

The defense magic that adhered to the city walls appeared utterly powerless under the continuous bombardnt.

Bricks mixed with the mutilated limbs of the guards soared into the air, smoke and dust engulfed the walls.

On the city walls, the defending forces sang hoarsely, Holy Light Magic rained down on the sea of undead, its brightness having a restraining effect on necromancy.

But the gaps were imdiately filled by the undead flooding from behind, with no end in sight.

Amidst the bombardnt of various magic and modern weapons, the skeletons above swooped down first, crashing toward the defenders on the walls.

...

In the command room.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

"Your Eminence! The east side wall has completely collapsed! It’s confird that not only is the ’Dragon’ from the Snake Badge Consortium commanding the undead army, but several special skeletons have appeared... they possess the power to kill a ’Holy Seat’! We... we can’t hold them much longer!" A knight covered in blood knelt on one knee, his voice trembling.

The new Pope’s face was deathly pale, fingers clenched tightly around the scepter, knuckles white.

He forced himself to remain calm and issued a rapid series of orders, deploying the remaining city reserves for support.

But each incoming battle report only worsened the situation.

Outside the window, Central Square, the towering Holy Court sun totem shattered with a resounding explosion, sending a cloud of dust into the sky.

In despair, the Pope dismissed everyone, stumbling to the inner hall, kneeling heavily before the massive Divine Spirits statue.

"Oh supre Lord! Your devout followers are suffering desecration and massacre by the undead! The Holy Hall is on the brink of disaster! Please descend with a miracle and save us from the edge of destruction!" The Pope’s forehead pressed tightly against the cold ground, his prayer was shrill and desperate.

The statue seed to respond to his plea, beginning to tremble slightly, emanating a majestic ocean-like Power of Faith, illuminating the dim inner hall as if it were daylight.

Pillars of pure light shot out from the top of the statue, infusing several High Level Bishops outside the hall.

Ugh~!

Enveloped in light, the Bishops roared in a mix of pain and power.

The stars in the sky hung upside down, their aura rising dramatically, forcibly stepping into the Hero Stage.

Delighted, they transford into golden rays, rushing to the battlefield in an attempt to turn the tide.

However, just as they took to the sky.

They were covered by a huge shadow.

The shadow transford into a massive body, its arm becoming a dragon’s claw, directly crushing the head of a newly ascended ’Hero’, the Bishop who hadn’t yet joined the battle.