The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse-Chapter 573 - 470 Im afraid its all over

Chapter 573: Chapter 470, I’m afraid it’s all over

Chapter 573: Chapter 470, I’m afraid it’s all over

The other party was clearly targeting him.

And to draw them out, he would have to be the one to do it.

It was only through this method that his side could take the initiative.

If he waited for the opponent to make the first move, he would only end up even more passive.

Hearing Wu Heng openly say he would lure the other party out,

the old mage’s eyebrows slightly rose as he sized him up again.

Not everyone had the courage to face a level 18 professional.

Previously, he had doubted the truth of Wu Heng killing a level 18 Island Master, but now it seemed quite possible.

“So, where should we lure the opponent to give us the greatest advantage?”

Imilo thought for a moment and then said, “The sea would be best. That way they can’t escape after we engage.”

On land, there was still a chance of them slipping back into the residential area.

The old mage nodded in agreement, “Hmm, on the sea, we can indeed avoid many unnecessary troubles.”

As Wu Heng listened to the two conversing, his brows furrowed.

He coughed lightly and said, “On the sea, he can’t run away, but neither can I.”

The fact that the other party was following him and looking for an opportunity to strike suggested there was a significant chance they were of a close combat profession.

Luring the other side onto a ship was like binding both parties with “Gladiator Shackles”; neither could leave the boat.

“Once the opponent appears, we will come over as quickly as possible,” the old mage said with a smile.

Wu Heng’s frown remained, “He’s a level 18 professional. By the time you arrive, I’ll be done for.”

Against a level 18 professional, there might be a chance if he fought desperately.

But with two level 18 individuals present, it was too risky for him.

The old mage flipped his hand and produced a scroll, “If it’s dangerous, you can teleport away.”

[Teleportation Scroll]

(Description: A scroll inscribed with a teleportation array, which can connect with another array within the “same plane” and “range” to transport you to the target area.)

Teleportation scroll.

The pirates had used it before.

The effect was still quite remarkable.

Imilo also said, “Dean Gianvito is a mage of the curse school. He can teleport us directly there. With your strength, there shouldn’t be any danger.”

Curse school mage, Wu Heng glanced at the old mage again.

The man still had a smile on his face, looking every bit the transcendent hermit.

After thinking for a moment, Wu Heng didn’t decline the offer, deciding that holding off for a few minutes or stalling the opponent for a while should be no problem.

“Then let’s proceed with this plan,” Wu Heng put away the scroll and agreed.

Once they had settled on a preliminary plan,

the old mage pondered for a moment before asking, “Vice-executive Wu Heng, do you have no impression of this person at all?”

“None, except for the pirate matter, I’ve never encountered a level 18 professional,” Wu Heng replied directly.

Imilo analyzed, “The most likely possibility is someone from the Church of Divine Punishment, but the physique described by Wu Heng doesn’t quite match theirs.”

“Are you referring to the witch on the wanted poster?” the old mage asked as he took a sip of tea, “Witches have many unique abilities; changing their appearance isn’t that difficult for them.”

Wu Heng shook his head, “I’ve never met that witch, nor do I have any major grievances with her.”

The old mage and Imilo both fell silent.

Indeed, there was no apparent reason for her to be tracking Wu Heng.

If it was about revenge, she would seek out Imilo.

All three were unable to come up with any plausible explanation. Imilo then said, “We’ll know who it is when the time comes. Wu Heng, go back and prepare. Once everything is arranged, I’ll inform you. Remember not to discuss this matter with anyone for now.”

“Understood, I’ll head back now,” Wu Heng said as he stood up and left the room.

The old mage took another sip of tea and remarked, “Your vice-executive has quite the guts.”

Getting to his feet, Imilo casually said, “He’s worried about the two maids by his side. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have mentioned this and would have dealt with that person himself.”

The old mage raised an eyebrow in disbelief, “You’re putting too much trust in him. The gap between levels is not so easily crossed.”

Imilo didn’t explain further and walked towards the exit.

The old mage, holding his Magic Wand, followed him out of the study.

…

Inside the study,

Andre Willow was sitting at the desk organizing documents, while Mini was by the sofa, feeding a small owl.

As she tore the jerky, she said, “You can’t grow up to look like Philippa the Parrot. We need to be an attractive Tamed Beast, you hear me?”

The little owl swallowed the jerky without any response.

Hearing the sound of the door, Mini turned her head and saw Wu Heng returning.

She dropped the jerky and leaped into his arms, “Master, has something happened?”

Andre Willow and the small owl also looked up.

Bringing Mini with him that morning was obviously an indication of some matter.

Wu Heng hugged Mini, who was in his arms, and said, “It’s nothing major. I suspected there might be danger on the island, so I brought Mini over first. Now I’ve spoken with the steward, and he will handle it.”

“Then, can I go back later?” Mini asked directly.

“Stay a bit longer for now. Once the steward has everything under control, you can go back,” Wu Heng replied.

“Okay!” Mini agreed, sitting back on the sofa and began flipping through a comic book with fraying edges.

Wu Heng then sat back at the desk and started preparing for the night’s battle.

He checked all firearms and ammunition one by one.

As for Skeletons, he now had positioned by his side a level 17 Skeleton Ronin named Kerim and a level 17 Skeleton Boxer named Tuolga.

These were the same ones who had used “Gladiator Shackles” to teleport him to the wilderness during the pirate attack.

And the level 18 Skeleton Prophet, who actually didn’t have great combat strength, was not brought along with him.

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Upon giving it serious thought, if the opponent were truly alone,

he might have a chance.

He stayed in the study until the afternoon.

Thump thump~!

There was a knock at the door.

Mini sprang up from the sofa like a carp and went to open the door.

A staff member peeked in with a smile, “Vice-executive Wu Heng, the steward has requested your presence.”

“Alright, I’ll be right there,” Wu Heng agreed.

It appeared that they were ready.

He put on an outer layer of the association’s vice-executive defense Leather armor.

Before leaving, he instructed the two women, “You two stay at the association’s lodging tonight, and don’t go too far for dinner.”

The two women looked at each other.

“Okay, master, be careful,” Andre Willow immediately expressed her concern.

Mini followed, “Master, we will wait for you to return.”

“Hmm, it’s alright. It’s a task arranged by the steward, it’s not dangerous,” Wu Heng reassured, patting Mini’s rabbit ears before opening the door and leaving.

…

Dusk at the Conch Tavern.

“Guest, your dinner is ready,” Philippa, carrying a tray, gently knocked twice on the private room’s door and announced.

Helpless, even though she felt averse.

She could hardly ignore ‘Millicent’ nagging in her ear.

It wouldn’t be for long anyway; in a few days, she’d ask Wu Heng to arrange a job for her, even patrolling outside would be better than this.

“Bring it in!” A woman’s voice came from inside the room.

Philippa immediately pushed the door open and entered the private room.

In the not-so-small private room,

there sat a woman with long brown hair and delicate features, a slight smile gracing her face.

She wore leather armor over her torso and brown leather pants; a black cloak also lay beside the next seat.

However, her temperament was distinctly unlike the mercenaries commonly seen on Lighthouse Street.

“Guest, I’ve brought you your dinner, it’s definitely delicious,” Philippa said with a practiced smile.

“Put it down,” the woman replied soothingly.

“Alrighty, enjoy your meal,” Philippa said, setting it down and turning to leave.

The woman continued, “Are you Philippa?”

With a puzzled look, Philippa turned and said with a smile, “You must have mistaken me for someone else, guest.”

“We’ve met at sea. Back then, you were even a captain!” the woman said with a charming smile, continuing the conversation.

Upon hearing about an acquaintance, Philippa immediately replied, “A friend’s place, just opened, lending a hand.”

“I was wondering, how could a captain be here? So you’re just helping out,” the woman maintained her smile.

“Are you also from the sea…?” Philippa glanced at her again.

“I’m not from the sea.”

“Oh, I thought not. You don’t dress like a seafarer, and you’re too pale,” Philippa kept on talking.

The woman smiled silently, simply watching her.

Smoke quietly rose in the corner, forming two poisonous snakes that slowly climbed onto Philippa’s shoulders.

Standing there, Philippa’s complexion suddenly stiffened.

Her eyes expressed alarm and fear, but her body was rigid; only her eyeballs could still dart around.

“Sorry, little sister…” the woman whispered.

Hiss~!

The smoke serpents flicked their tongues and bit towards her neck, one on each side.

Clang~!

The room door was forcefully pushed open.

A bald strongman burst in.

He glanced around the room and said, “Let’s go, he’s set sail, don’t raise any alarms here.”

Set sail?

At this time?

“Are you sure it’s him?” the woman asked doubtfully.

“He used a disguise, a kind of prop that turns him into a woman, easy to see through,” said the bald man as he walked over and took a few bites of the food on the table.

“What is he doing out at sea?”

“Who cares what he does? He only took two attendants with him; they’re probably his skeletons. Once at sea, no one can save him,” the bald man said with a hint of excitement.

Philippa, still immobilized, began to change her expression.

She quickly surmised that they were planning to kill Wu Heng.

Done for. Her foolish vice-executive surely knew nothing of this.

And he had gone out to sea, clueless.

The woman pulled her hood back over her head, concealing herself, and said, “Let’s go!”

With a slight wave of her hand, the rigid Philippa rolled her eyes back and fainted.

The two left the room, closing the door behind them.

The tavern downstairs was abuzz.

The guests were noisy, and the bartenders were busy entertaining.

Nobody noticed the two departing the tavern.

…

Late into the night,

Wu Heng stood on the deck, gazing at the boundless sea.

Even when lying in ambush for others,

he couldn’t suppress the overwhelming sense of tension within.

A Level 18 professional, apart from heroes, was among the strongest around.

To say there was no pressure would clearly be unlikely.

“His corpse will be just perfect,”

At that moment, Xiao Xiao swiftly flew down from above, and said urgently, “They’re coming, there’s a ship heading this way!”

Glenda also followed and flew down.

Wu Heng looked in the direction Xiao Xiao was pointing.

The sea was still pitch black, and he saw nothing.

But Xiao Xiao never played tricks in critical moments, and besides, Glenda was right there too.

Spirit Vision was not dependent on physical sight; the darkness had no effect on them.

“Is there a Level 18 professional?” Wu Heng asked.

Whether there was a ship was not important.

Whether a Level 18 professional was following, that was the crucial matter.

If the other party didn’t follow, things might get even trickier.

“Haven’t seen one yet,” Xiao Xiao shook her head.

“Do we need to go inside the ship and check?” Glenda asked.

The effects of Spirit Vision only worked on visible targets.

Hidden in a building or wearing items like a ‘Concealment Cloak’ that obscured one’s presence, they could not be seen.

“No need to go there, just keep a lookout,” Wu Heng said.

“Okay!” Xiao Xiao nodded and flew back up, continuing her watch over the sea from above.

About twenty minutes later,

a medium-sized vessel appeared, illuminated by the moonlight.

Heading directly towards them.

“Here they come, there’s a Level 18 professional,” Xiao Xiao exclaimed.

A figure emerged from the cabin of the approaching ship.

She too looked towards their vessel.

With a push of her feet, she shot out like a cannonball.

Spanning the distance, she landed with a thud on their deck.

“Got you, little vice-executive!”