Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse

In the courtyard, there were soldiers wearing heavy armor, with shields or long swords in front of them, like humanoid machines made of steel.

The door was kicked open with a bang.

Everyone looked at the three figures that broke in.

"It's the enemy!" someone shouted.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!

The soldiers picked up their crossbows and shot out.

Two skeletons stood in front of Wu Heng, and the arrows penetrated his leather armor and nailed him.

"Kill!"

"Kill them all."

Both sides gave orders almost at the same time.

The heavy infantry picked up their weapons and rushed to the door.

Kaxiu and Keranmu, one on the left and one on the right, separated and started firing at the crowd with machine guns in their hands.

Bang bang bang~!

The deafening explosion and the sound of bullets tearing through armor.

It resounded throughout the area.

At such a close distance, the bullets had the greatest lethality.

The seemingly indestructible armor was torn into holes, which were embedded in the soldiers' bodies.

Some people tried to raise their shields for defense, but under the dense rain-like sweeping, the shields were shattered, and the heavy armored infantry fell down in batches, lying all over the courtyard.

All the people died, and the heavy machine guns stopped firing.

The air was filled with the scorching smell of gunpowder and the pungent smell of blood.

Wu Heng raised his staff, and the gray-white light circle swung out.

The heavy armored infantry who had just died in the courtyard stood up and walked over here.

The holes in the broken armor kept leaking melted flesh and blood.

It dripped all over the ground.

"Uncle, they are still inside, guarding the door, waiting for you to go in." Xiao Xiao said.

"The city lord didn't escape from the back door, right?"

"No, Aunt Glenda is watching him, he can't run away." Xiao Xiao replied.

Wu Heng nodded and looked at the building with closed doors and windows in front of him.

In the gap, I could sense the gazes looking over.

I didn't escape from the back door immediately.

Do they think they still have the ability to fight, relying on the mechanisms and ambushes in the building?

Squeak~!

The door of the building was opened a crack.

As if provoking, if you have the guts, come in.

"You fight to the death, but I still want to be a hero!"

Wu Heng took out the machine gun directly from the space ring.

It was fixed on the ground, the shell chain was placed, and the muzzle was facing forward.

The next second, as if the gods roared, dense flames shot towards the building in front.

The doors and windows were as fragile as pieces of paper, and bricks and rubble flew everywhere.

The solid walls turned into ruins under the bombardment of raindrops of shells, and dust rose like smoke.

...

A shell chain was used up, and there was a shell shell under his feet.

The wall was shaky, and then it collapsed with a bang, stirring up countless smoke and dust.

The scene inside the building was also completely exposed to the sight without any cover.

The ground was full of bodies of people who had been blown up, and their limbs and arms were scattered all over the room.

Several seriously injured soldiers who had survived by chance were vomiting blood. When the wall collapsed and they looked at the machine gun outside, their faces were full of horror.

While vomiting blood, they shouted, "Spare my life, it's none of our business."

"Don't kill us."

"I am willing to cooperate with the investigation, spare my life, spare my life."

One person shouted, and the others followed suit.

They begged for mercy loudly, and were willing to cooperate with the investigation now, as long as they were not killed.

Wu Heng glanced inside, and did not see the city lord 'Dashiel' among the living people.

Wu Heng waved his hand, "Kill them all."

The heavily armored skeletons on standby rushed forward.

Kill the wailing wounded in the room.

What time is it now? The army outside is still besieging the members of the association.

Leaving prisoners will only cause trouble for yourself.

"Uncle, that person is inside." Xiao Xiao said immediately.

...

In a room inside.

The city lord ‘Dashiel’ was covered in blood, with one arm drooping weakly. He took out the potion and poured it into his mouth.

He listened to the begging for mercy and the last wailing outside.

Dashiel’s face became even uglier and a little flustered.

He had obviously held back two level 18 professionals, and the rest was to kill them all.

But the most inconspicuous, who was thought to be the owner of the Treasure Island who just followed to investigate, would show such strong combat power.

He replaced the old wizard and killed here.

No.

Even if the level 18 wizard came, he might not be able to destroy a building into what he saw in front of him in a few seconds.

“Damn it, what kind of monster is this.”

Dashiel cursed, and felt a little regretful again.

He shouldn’t have underestimated him.

Or, he shouldn’t have agreed to this plan.

He took out the scroll with difficulty and tore it open with force.

The teleportation magic circle gradually lit up under his feet.

Swish~!

Suddenly, a sharp sword flew over out of thin air.

Dashiel dodged subconsciously, and the magic circle disappeared.

And then, the door was kicked open.

Wu Heng strode in with his skeleton attendants.

...

Dashiel had a broken arm, was covered in blood, and looked miserable.

Seeing Wu Heng coming in, he smiled bitterly and said, "I misjudged you."

"I'm a little curious, what do you think? This city lord doesn't want to be anymore, and kills people from the association?" Wu Heng looked at him and asked.

Since the death of the local deacon, he has been suspicious of this city lord.

Just like Philippa analyzed, whoever is easiest to clean up the scene, then this person is either the murderer or the accomplice.

The only thing that makes everyone in this department unsure is that no one is stupid enough to take everything they have to confront the association head-on.

"If you stand in my perspective, when you look back, you will find that there is only this way." Dashiel said with a wry smile.

"Maybe, Brittany is sure that you will not do this, and now it seems that she is still wrong." Wu Heng nodded

"The fifth princess? She is the smartest in the royal family, but she looks at things too idealistically, like an overprotected child, but I am still very happy to hear that she is alive." Dashiel said, and then said: "Can I survive if I surrender? I am no longer a threat to you, and I can cooperate with you."

Wu Heng glanced at his broken arm and shook his head, "No, I want to use your head to quell the war outside."

"Then let's see who can survive." Dashiel's eyes were fierce, and he took out a dagger with his only remaining hand.

Wu Heng looked sideways, "Kill him, don't destroy his appearance."

"Arrogant~!" Dashiel shouted and rushed over.

Kaxiu also turned into a stream of light and rushed out.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of the opponent and smashed his throat with a punch.

Dashiel's body flew backwards and slid down the wall. His eyes widened and his body slowly collapsed.

"Roll up."

The skeleton took off the tapestry beside him, rolled up the body and put it into the space ring.

Wu Heng came to the hall, and [Dead Corpse Battlefield] was released again, and several skeletons stood up from all sides.

"Follow me."

They walked out quickly together.

...

A part of the city.

The wind was howling, and the sound of fighting and collision was deafening.

Elder Tapani held the sword in one hand, his eyes were sharp, and the sword was like a silver snake, attacking at fast and tricky angles.

Opposite him was a burly boxer with a beard.

His steps were steady and his punches were continuous. Every punch was like an erupting volcano, with a rumbling sound and spewing flames.

The two men fought, and the surrounding trees were broken in half. The ground and the surrounding walls were left with spider-web-like depressions and sword marks.

"The elves are a favored race, and they can spend more time honing their swordsmanship." The boxer stepped back and briefly distanced himself.

"It's not your turn to criticize me yet." Tapani said coldly.

"Your people are about to die, and you are not in a hurry at all? When you are left alone, you can't leave." The boxer put his hands behind his back, calm and composed.

Tapani also forced a smile, "The investigation team personally appointed by the five leaders, do you think you can survive? You want to be a turtle, but you can't escape the investigation of the leaders."

"Haha~! I dare to kill you, and you still scare me with these? The only way left for you is death..."

As he spoke, the boxer suddenly looked forward.

A building in the central area, smoke and dust billowed.

How did you find it there!

...

Street fighting area.

The sound of rows of bowstrings was clear.

The army found it difficult to break through the front, and began to surround it, using long-range attacks to consume the association's manpower.

Arrows rained down cracklingly, and the association members were in a mess.

And outside the association, the corpses had piled up into a small mountain.

The old wizard Janvito showed the terrifying strength of an 18th-level wizard, but it was difficult to resist such a large-scale attack.

Wind, thunder and fire came out together.

Killing targets in groups.

Similarly, continuous casting made his face paler and his expression weaker.

"Protect the priest and treat the wounded." Janvito said with a messy beard, looking back.

He raised his head and drank the potion, waving his staff.

The wind blew, and most of the falling arrows were blown away.

The priest reached into his arms, took out a jade talisman and crushed it suddenly.

The next second, a holy light descended from the sky, and the singing of the choir sounded.

The wounded were healed, and the physical strength of the combatants was also recovering rapidly.

Under the holy light, some of Wu Heng's transformed corpse servants howled in pain and turned into wisps of ashes that drifted away under the holy light.

"Damn it, keep these undead spirits away from the holy light."