The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse Chapter 539: 448, Crazy, All Crazy

Chapter 539: Chapter 448, Crazy, All Crazy

The alliance fleet of the trading groups had been redirected.

Currently, all arrangents on the island were targeting the side of the association.

Whether it’s related to the blank envelope or not, killing him would not be a mistake.

Moreover, the sooner, the better.

Imilo lifted his teacup, took a sip, and said, “Your analysis is pretty good, almost the sa as the intelligence I’ve gathered. However, if I make a move against him, an uprising will imdiately erupt on the island. You must have heard about the way pirates fight; it’ll only make the situation worse.”

He looked at him again, “Besides, if he’s just acting according to the blank envelope, killing him will only cause the envelope to appear in soone else’s hands next, and we’ll lose our target of investigation.”

Wu Heng frowned.

Imilo was thinking along these lines.

One concern was that the island might descend into chaos, resulting in more deaths.

The second point was that they currently knew the enemy’s plan and could investigate following the plan. If they killed him, the trail would go cold, and the enemy would co up with a new plan.

“So, do we need to do sothing?” Wu Heng asked.

Imilo fell silent for a mont, then said, “The association’s reinforcents are already on their way and will arrive within three days. We’ll take unified action then.”

Wu Heng’s eyebrows lifted.

So there had already been preparations made.

“Alright, Steward.”

“Don’t speak of this matter to outsiders.”

“Yes.”

Wu Heng nodded, feeling more at ease with reinforcents coming.

With Imilo being strong enough already, the reinforcents he had requested would undoubtedly be even stronger.

Having finished discussing serious matters, Wu Heng continued, “Steward, I’d like to inquire about the Robe of the Hundred Soldiers.”

“Moya, check the information for him,” Imilo said to soone at the side.

Moya ca over with a smile and asked, “What would you like to know?”

“I’ve already tested the robe’s ability to create duplicates. I want to know about the range of the duplicates’ actions and whether there will be any effects after a duplicate dies.”

Moya flipped through the information and quickly glanced at it.

She replied, “There’s no overly restrictive distance. The records indicate that as long as you remain in the sa space and reach a critical distance, the user can feel so sensation; you can test it out then.

A dead duplicate will disappear instantly, and after you end the Special Item’s effect, you will endure the pain of death.”

Wu Heng continued to inquire, “Among these duplicates, is there a distinction between the main body and the duplicates?”

Checking the information, Moya said, “No distinction.”

“Alright, understood,” Wu Heng said.

Moya smiled, “Nothing else you want to ask?”

“That’s all for now. I’ll co to ask you if there’s anything else unclear.”

“Actually, that’s pretty much all that’s recorded here. If there’s sothing unclear, you’ll have to experint on your own.” Moya stood up and returned to her desk.

Wu Heng also bid farewell to the two and left the Steward’s Office.

He sat in his own office for a while.

Seeing that there wasn’t much to do in the afternoon.

And considering recent dangers.

He beckoned Andre Willow to lock the door and left work early to go ho.

…

Dinner ti.

An extra place had been set at the dining table.

Millicent seed reserved, eating sparingly.

Shanaela would lift her head to glance at the newcor now and then before looking at Wu Heng.

Wu Heng said, “I brought up the matter of the fleet with the Steward today; he doesn’t have any new intelligence on it either.”

Shanaela’s face soured instantly.

It now seed very likely that the fleet would not be returning.

Looking up quietly, she said, “I’ll arrange for a ship; let’s leave first.”

Shanaela was a smart person with keen instincts.

She had definitely sensed sothing amiss about the situation on Gold and Silver Island.

“It’s not safe at sea, and as the Vice-executive of the association, if I flee now, how will I face others later?”

“Forget being a Vice-executive. I have money, enough for us to spend,” Shanaela said, then blushed, adding, “It’s enough for taking care of Mini and Wei’er as well.”

Wu Heng took her hand, “Don’t worry, I can protect you if there’s danger. In the worst case, I’ll take you away, that’s not a problem. If I’m not there, just co to . The guards here are sufficient to ensure your safety.”

“I also have guards to protect you if there’s danger.”

“Let’s protect each other.”

After dinner.

Millicent went back to her room early.

Wu Heng and the others chatted downstairs for a while.

Then they each retired to their rooms.

Because of this issue, Shanaela did not stay overnight.

She probably went back to take care of her own matters.

Wu Heng then opened the boundary door and headed to Zombie World.

…

The night was ink-black; a few weakly glowing Illuminating Stones hung around skeleton necks, flickering on and off.

The howls of zombies echoed all around.

Groups of figures converged on the roads like phantoms, forming a dense tide of the undead.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!

Skeleton Flying Dragons flew overhead, bombarding the ground with dense solid iron bullets.

The roar of explosions filled the air.

In the faint moonlight, one could see limbs and flesh splattering everywhere.

After two or three rounds of bombardnt by the Skeleton Flying Dragons.

The whole area fell into a brief silence.

Afterward, faint zombie roars continued to echo from all around.

Wu Heng glanced at the surrounding situation.

With a thought, he imdiately split into six identical clones.

“Form a square formation and advance with ,” he commanded.

“Split into two teams and follow to the left.”

“The rest, co with to the right.”

Each pair of clones grouped, dividing the Skeleton Army into three units.

They began to clear out zombies along the paths ahead as well as to the left and right.

The Skeleton Army engaged in fierce combat with the zombies, and the sounds of intense fighting rang out.

In mid-air, two ghosts responsible for reconnaissance stood still, dumbfounded.

Xiao Xiao surveyed the area several tis, “What’s happened? Who are all these people? How did so many uncles appear?”

Glenda was also puzzled, “Use your Spirit Vision to see if these are just illusions.”

“I did, they’re all real, it’s over, uncle has split apart,” Xiao Xiao exclaid, hands on her face in shock.

Just then, Wu Heng in front called out, “Xiao Xiao, Glenda, go scout ahead.”

The Wu Heng on the left said, “Co this way, it’s too dark up ahead.”

The one on the right also added, “Check the buildings for any special zombies.”

“It’s over, I’m going to split too,” Xiao Xiao lanted.

Yet the two ghosts quickly flew out.

They kept shuttling between the three areas, scouting around.

Dawn was breaking.

Wu Heng had been clearing zombies all night long.

He released the Robe of the Hundred Soldiers’ clone effect, and a sharp pain combined with a sense of splitting assaulted his brain.

He stood still to recover.

He opened up his experience points and took a look.

[Level: 16 (73542/225000)]

In one night, he had nearly gained fifty thousand experience points.

The speed wasn’t slow either.

After dealing with the bodies,

Wu Heng got back into the truck, “Let’s head back.”

As Qi Hancai started the car, she said, “Don’t wear yourself out, the whole base relies on you!”

“It’s alright, no big deal,” he replied.

…

Gold and Silver Island, at sea.

Philippa lay on her side in the dark cell, idly poking at a straw stem in her hand.

Lately, the mbers of the Black Dragon Pirate Group had indeed not troubled her much.

But neither did they show any concern.

Barely managing to keep her from starving, she was left weak and listless.

Thud, thud, thud! The sound of footsteps approached as two mbers of the Black Dragon Pirate Group descended.

One of them kicked the iron cage forcefully, “Ti to eat.”

After tossing a biscuit onto the ground, they turned and walked away.

One remarked, “I heard that below the hero Imilo, the strongest can land on the island, can’t we?”

The other replied, “Are you out of your mind? Others will deal with Imilo, it’s not our place to step in.”

“True, I’ve heard the island is filled with noblewon, skin smoother than silk.”

“That’s for the captains to enjoy.”

“Once they’ve had their fun, it’ll be our turn, and it’s not like they’ll spoil or sothing, what’s there to fear.”

“Heh, that would be great.”

The two of them laughed and slowly moved away.

Philippa sat up, watching outside the cage, her eyes wide.

The pirates were rallying to attack Gold and Silver Island.

“Crazy, they’re all crazy,” she muttered.

Her eyes rapidly moved around in the darkness.

She untied the dirty braid on her head and pulled out a Space Ring entwined with hair from the root of one of the braids.

Slipping it onto her finger,

…

Military warehouse.

Wu Heng listened to Qi Hancai’s resource tally.

He collected all four armored vehicles into the Space Satchel.

As the vehicles vanished from sight,

Qi Hancai was startled, stepping back instinctively before realizing it was one of Wu Heng’s abilities.

Previously he could only store so items.

Now, even armored vehicles could be pocketed; it was incredible.

“What about the skeleton drivers?”

“Over here, I brought them,” Qi Hancai went to the side and brought over several skeletons.

These were the skeletons who had learned driving and handling firearms and machine cannons from Li Yahong.

They counted as the technical professions within the skeletons.

“That’s it, you go have breakfast, I’ll call you if needed,” Wu Heng said.

“Okay!” Qi Hancai nodded, waved goodbye, and headed toward a nearby building.

Wu Heng then returned to his room with the skeletons.