The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 345: Chapter 286, Don’t Push Me to Burn You All down

After dinner, Wu Heng trained in the courtyard with the two ladies.

After this period of training, Wu Heng felt that his adaptability had significantly improved.

It wasn’t that his combat had become much stronger.

Rather, his reaction to emergencies, the coordination of his body, and some special movements had all become much better than before.

After the training session.

Wu Heng invited the two ladies to take a bath together.

The three of them frolicked and played for a while before returning to their respective rooms.

Wu Heng went back to the fourth floor.

Before going to sleep, he pondered his next plans.

“The zombies need to keep leveling up; I need to find a way to gather some intelligence on the Flying Dragon Pirate Group, increase the number of Skeleton Flying Dragons, and ideally develop my own informants to provide ongoing intelligence.

Then there’s the matter of the fleet. The ships lack combat equipment. If I could bring modern vessels here, the various advanced weapons would make killing the pirates much easier….”

He sighed lightly, his hands pillowed behind his head.

“There’s no sea where I live. To reach a coastal city would probably take several years, which is indeed a problem. When the time comes, I’ll have Li Yahong ask around in the channel to see if anyone can provide what’s needed.”

After thinking for a while, the sky gradually darkened.

He lay down to rest.

…

Late at night, sleep took over.

In a hazy state, a psychic attack was blocked and dissipated by his mental barrier.

Wu Heng suddenly opened his eyes with a grave expression.

“Someone is attacking me?”

This sensation of a mental barrier resisting a psychic attack had last occurred when ‘Yazde’ tried to destroy his will, which was repelled by his specialization, “Enhance Will.”

Instantly wide awake, he immediately smelled the scent of incense in the air.

Whoosh~!

All of a sudden, the sound of whistling pierced the air.

Wu Heng glanced to the side and saw ‘Skull Crusher’ wielding his warhammer, swinging it in a sweeping motion.

Smack~!

In his astonished gaze, it seemed as though something had been smashed to pieces.

The “Dancing Light Skill” was cast, and he saw the smashed body of a spider stuck to the wall.

Although it was crushed, one could still make out that it was a variegated spider the size of a fingernail.

From above?

Wu Heng looked up in confusion.

He saw that the ceiling overhead was densely covered with spiders, swarming just like ants.

Hiss hiss hiss~!

At this moment, the sound of the dense crawling resonated, and a mass of spiders converged into a black mass before lunging at him head-on.

Wu Heng rolled away.

Thud! The cluster of spiders covered the bed.

Having rolled off the bed onto the floor, Wu Heng stood behind two skeleton attendants.

Skull Crusher and Blood Axe moved forward, brandishing their weapons and continuously stomping with their feet.

Wu Heng’s expression was ugly.

Indeed, someone had set their sights on him—he hadn’t misinterpreted his feelings during the day.

The scent of the incense came from a magic censer, and controlling such a dense swarm of spiders was not something a regular professional could achieve.

Whoosh~!

At this moment, another large mass of black spiders lunged at him.

Without thinking, Wu Heng waved his hand and the bedsheet rose into the air, wrapping the incoming spider swarm into a bundle and throwing it to the ground.

With a swing of Skull Crusher’s warhammer, it landed on the writhing ‘bedsheet.’

Bang!

The wrapped bedsheet burst, and a large splatter of green liquid sprayed out.

“Let’s go, we’re getting out of here,” Wu Heng said as he opened the door and led the two skeleton attendants out of the room, while also controlling the room’s objects to smash down on the approaching spiders.

He then firmly shut the door behind him.

As he walked downstairs, he summoned his armor and magic wand, donning them.

He also released ‘Glenda’ and ‘Xiao Xiao.’ While they looked on, puzzled, he said, “There’s an enemy nearby who controls spiders. Find him.”

“Okay,” the two ghosts nodded and quickly shot up into the sky, piercing through the roof and flying out.

Upon reaching the third floor, the Skeleton Fire Blade was still guarding outside. He pushed open ‘Andre Willow’s’ room. The vixen inside was still deep asleep, while the window was already being invaded by spiders.

It seemed that the spiders were targeting him, moving according to his location.

“Wei’er!” Wu Heng called out as he approached her.

Andre Willow remained fast asleep.

“Carry her!”

The Skeleton Fire Blade hoisted her onto its shoulder and walked out with him.

Continuing to Mini’s room, which was the same—she was deep asleep.

He had ‘Bawudong’ carry her on the shoulder, and together they headed downstairs.

By now, the swarm of spiders began to gather on the first and second floors. The skeletons outside began attacking the spiders.

They swung their weapons and stamped their feet.

They attacked spiders as much as possible.

However, due to the sheer number of spiders, this had no significant effect.

Similarly, the spiders’ attack methods, involving breath and toxins, were not notably effective against the skeletons.

…

Wu Heng, accompanied by skeletons and sleeping maids, made their way down the stairs.

Still, large clusters of spiders blocked their path.

“Don’t force me to set fire and burn all of you,” Wu Heng warned.

But to the spiders, this presented no deterrence whatsoever.

At that moment, Glenda and Xiao Xiao flew back.

“We found no suspicious people,” they reported.

“Nobody, Uncle!” Xiao Xiao added.

Wu Heng’s frown deepened—neither ghost had found a trace of the enemy.

Where exactly was this person controlling the swarm from?

And why attack in this manner?

“It’s very likely that they are hiding in a nearby residence. It will take some time to search,” Glenda said.

Glenda was considering where the enemy might be hiding.

But Wu Heng was thinking that if the enemy’s location was uncertain, rashly charging out could likely be a trap set by the opponent.

These spiders were just one part of it, the aim was to force me out.

Wu Heng shook his head and said, “No need, the other party came prepared, they must have made full preparations, you all come back first!”

The two ghosts nodded and burrowed back into their bodies.

“Gather around me,” Wu Heng ordered.

The skeletons around started to converge towards him.

Once all had arrived,

Wu Heng released a “Breath of Death” inside the room, filling it instantly with a dark blue fog.

The negative energy of necromancy began to erode the spiders in every corner of the room.

They crackled as they fell to the ground.

After that, he opened the boundary door.

With all the skeletons and children, he headed to the Zombie World.

…

On the other side, was the hotel corridor.

Having transported 50 skeletons earlier, he had opened the boundary door in the middle of the corridor.

He commanded the skeletons to walk out of the hotel, shaking off their armor to ensure no spiders followed.

The two still sleeping maids were placed on the beds in the hotel guest rooms.

Wu Heng went to the restroom, washed his face, and tried to feel more awake.

After freshening up, the two women were still deep in sleep.

There were no problems with their physical conditions.

Wu Heng sat down at the desk and began to go through the wanted posters on his tablet.

What had happened tonight was too sudden.

Daring to assassinate a vice-executive of the association.

This must be a deep grudge.

An old enemy? Or the accomplices of the fugitives I killed on Gold and Silver Island?

Thinking back carefully,

It seemed there were indeed quite a few enemies since leaving Black Stone Town.

“I can’t think like this, if I do, the range is too broad,”

Wu Heng slapped his own face, rethinking the possibilities of who the enemy might be.

The transportation and communication in this world were relatively primitive.

The likelihood of adversaries from Black Stone Town or Lundham City tracking him down was slim to none.

The greatest likelihood was either the pirates he had killed or members of the Secret Cultivation Hall.

But the Secret Cultivation Hall was currently under the Blood Clan’s watch, so they likely wouldn’t seek revenge right now.

So, was it the accomplices of the pirates?

…

Dawn was breaking.

Wu Heng reopened the boundary door to take a look.

On the other side, there was no trace of the spiders left, not even the bodies of those that had died.

If not for the signs of battle all around,

Wu Heng might have thought it was all just a dream.

Assassinating an association vice-executive was no minor matter.

The attackers, upon discovering their target missing, would certainly not dare stay any longer.

He let the ghosts check once more, ensuring there was no danger,

before he carried the two still sleeping women back.

He waited in the living room for a bit, as it grew brighter outside and the sounds of people talking on the streets came through.

Mini yawned and exclaimed, “I slept really well last night.”

Next to her, “Andre Willow” was also woken by the noise and said, “Mini, why did you run to my room again?”

“I didn’t!”

The two became a little more alert and realized they were lying in the living room.

Moreover, the environment around them felt somewhat off.

Wu Heng approached and said, “Get ready, we are all going to the association together.”

In the daytime, it was unlikely for the attackers to make a move.

But it was better to be safe.

Realizing there might be a special situation, the two women quickly got ready.

They followed Wu Heng to the association.

…

Steward’s Office.

Wu Heng knocked on the door lightly, and after receiving a response, he pushed the door open and walked in.

The elegantly tall elf steward seemed to have just arrived,

as he was placing stacks of files on the shelves behind him.

“It’s rare to see you this early,” Imilo commented as he glanced at him.

Wu Heng was in no mood for idle chatter,

and got straight to the point, “Steward, I was the target of an assassination last night.”

The elegant steward and the cleaning elf assistant both paused in their actions.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“What happened?” asked Imilo, sitting back at his desk with a stern look.

“Last night, I was first subject to a psychic attack, followed by a large swarm of spiders…” Wu Heng briefly recounted what happened the previous night.

He omitted the detail about the boundary door, and kept the means of his response vague.

If pressed for details, he would say he used a certain item to limit the spiders’ assault.

“Did you sustain any losses?” inquired Imilo.

“Some material losses, but people are alright,” Wu Heng responded.

“Hmm,” Imilo nodded, then frowned and thought for a moment before asking, “Can you identify who attacked you?”

“I can’t be sure, it’s very likely someone seeking revenge.”

“A spider swarm, psychic attacks…” Imilo repeated.

It seemed he couldn’t locate any relevant information in his mind.

After pondering for a moment,

he lifted his head and asked, “Do you still have any of those spiders?”

“I do!”

Imilo nodded, then turned to his assistant and instructed, “Moya, take Wu Heng to the Old Barrel Tavern and get the information.”

“Yes, Steward!” the elf assistant replied, then continued looking at Wu Heng, “Go change into something more ordinary, I’ll take you there.”

“Alright!”