The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse Chapter 1700 - 1117: Immortal Emperor (Part 3)

"I offer you two choices." Wu Heng’s tone was calm. "First, submit to the Spirit Awakening Sect, and the Endless Desert will henceforth be incorporated into the religious domain. You may retain so autonomy. Second, you know the consequences..."

"Are you threatening ?" The Immortal Emperor’s eyes narrowed. "Back when The Holy Court was powerful and wanted to eliminate you, I even sent people to Gold and Silver Island to seek shelter for you! Is this how you repay my kindness?"

This statent was half true, half false.

The two parties did not have a deep relationship before, and the Endless Desert’s previous invitation valued Wu Heng’s combat prowess. The offered terms were far from compelling enough for Wu Heng to rely on them.

At this mont, ntioning it was rely a matter of verbal sparring.

Wu Heng heard this and smiled slightly, "That’s why there’s the first option. Of the other heroes outside, I’ve killed at least over a dozen. Not many can sit here steadily and negotiate terms with you like this."

"Where are there so many heroes...!" The Immortal Emperor instinctively refuted, but his tone weakened.

"The Holy Court can mass-produce them with the Power of Faith. I have no reason to deceive you," Wu Heng’s gaze fell on his wristwatch. "I’ll give you five minutes to consider. If you haven’t decided by then, I’ll assu you’ve chosen the second option."

The great hall fell into dead silence, and the ticking of the watch gradually beca clear.

When ti was almost up, the Immortal Emperor finally spoke slowly, his voice filled with utter exhaustion and helplessness, "What can I get?"

"The chance to survive! And the right for your undead troops to continue existing." Wu Heng’s answer was direct and ruthless.

The Immortal Emperor stood frozen for a mont. Eventually, his proud head lowered, as if all his supporting strength had been drained away, "With things having reached this point... do I still have a choice? I... choose the first option. The Endless Desert is willing... to submit to the Spirit Awakening Sect."

"A wise choice." Wu Heng nodded with satisfaction, casually taking out a portable solar-powered radio. "Take this. If anything happens in the future, I’ll contact you through it. It works when placed under sunlight."

"Okay." The Immortal Emperor accepted the radio.

Wu Heng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and an invisible pressure suddenly increased.

The Immortal Emperor trembled, imdiately correcting himself, his tone becoming exceedingly respectful. "Yes... my lord."

The matter concluded, and Wu Heng’s figure instantly disappeared.

Only the Immortal Emperor stood alone in the empty, eerie great hall, holding the radio that clashed with its surroundings, gazing at the direction in which Wu Heng had vanished, motionless for a long ti.

...

Gold and Silver Island, in the conference hall of the Spirit Awakening Sect’s headquarters church.

Wu Heng sat solemnly in the main seat. Although he did not deliberately emit pressure, the calm and profound presence of the Divine Spirits enveloped the entire hall in an atmosphere of solemnity.

He had just received representatives from various tribes and kingdoms from the continent.

In the discussions, Wu Heng took the opportunity to ntion establishing churches of the Spirit Awakening Sect in various places.

Apart from the already bound Wood Elf representative, who imdiately expressed full cooperation, other representatives, while verbally agreeing, kept their heads down and repeatedly stated that specific details needed to be discussed with their regional leaders or kings upon return.

Wu Heng was also aware that they were rely stalling for ti.

They were both afraid of arriving too late and offending this newly ascended divine being, and also of moving too quickly and drawing the fierce retaliation of the Old God, who had recently lost his Holy Hall and was watching eagerly.

This cautious and difficult struggle for survival in the crevice was almost written on each representative’s face.

Wu Heng granted them ti to return and discuss.

He didn’t want to push too hard and destroy the image he had built up over ti.

As the reception process neared its end, Wu Heng nodded slightly, indicating that everyone could leave.

The representatives of various tribes respectfully saluted before exiting the hall in an orderly fashion.

However, when the crowd had almost dispersed and the hall had returned to emptiness, an elderly man dressed in the distinctive brocade clothing of the Yeko Kingdom remained standing there.

It seed he had made a significant decision. As the silhouette of the last envoy disappeared into the corridor, he took a few bold steps forward and knelt heavily in the center of the hall, "Heinrich Frederick, the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Yeko Kingdom, pays homage to the great Divine Spirit, my lord!"

The Yeko Kingdom?

Wu Heng’s gaze fell upon him.

This country, under the arrangent of The Holy Court, had usurped the throne of Brittany.

"Did your current king send you?" Wu Heng’s voice was calm and indifferent, revealing no emotion.

"Yes... yes, my lord," Heinrich dared not raise his head, his voice becoming increasingly humble. "His Majesty the King... he is willing to return the throne unconditionally, only pleading for the divine spirit’s rcy to spare his majesty’s life."