Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

The crowd of onlookers looked forward.

In the open space at the port, the island owner had a hole in his chest, and his internal organs and blood were flowing out.

Behind him stood a figure wearing a white robe with various patterns of the sun, stars and various religious symbols embroidered on it with gold thread, and wearing a crown on his head.

He looks to be in his 40s, with a calm and solemn face.

The head of the Vatican?

Why are you here?

Then why didn't you stop the island owner from killing the Vatican knight?

People were thinking, but no one spoke.

Just staring blankly ahead.

Plop! Plop!

Suddenly, the sky became clearer as it sang like a choir.

The crowd near the front began to kneel down on their knees and bow their heads in worship involuntarily.

With tears streaming down his face, he expressed his inner pain and prayers.

……

Whoosh~!

The skeleton flashed, and its body suddenly grew three meters, as if it was a truck out of control and crashed directly into the enemy.

Boom~!

A golden light appeared in front of the Pope, like a solid wall, blocking the impact of the skeleton.

The Pope narrowed his eyes in surprise, "This skeleton...? It's really different."

In response to him, there were series of explosions from the roof behind him.

Bang Bang Bang ~!

The Barrett snipers stationed around opened fire directly.

The bullet was blocked by the golden light, as if it hit a shield and was stopped.

The Pope turned his head and looked over. Several golden lights shot out and the head of the skeleton archer in the dark exploded instantly.

“Kill!” Wu Heng said in a low voice, blood gushing out of his mouth.

Hurrah~!

The slightly higher-level skeletons around raised their rifles and fired in a fan-shaped pattern towards the center.

The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the area, and smoke covered the battlefield.

……

Crowd of onlookers.

There was chaos in an instant, and people in the front row knelt down and kowtowed to the Pope.

Those behind want to escape from here to avoid being affected and losing their lives here.

Shouting and cursing caused chaos.

Xilagui led the association members and guards and appeared on the main road.

"Evacuate, everyone go to the central square."

The cold-eyed blond elf waved his hand and gave an order.

The association team and more than a hundred guards in the city dispersed instantly and began to evacuate the crowd to the side paths on both sides.

Then head to the central square.

"Deacon, the person in front of us won't leave and is still kowtowing." The dwarf deputy deacon pushed his horned helmet and said directly.

Xilagui glanced at the Pope in the distance viciously, but was powerless to do anything. She said, "Drag them away. They will wake up if they leave the area."

The dwarf deputy deacon nodded, and took his men to forcibly drag the kneeling worshipping crowd to the back.

People began to evacuate.

Xila Rose spread the white wings behind her and flew to the front to look at the scene of the battle.

There was a flash of worry and communication in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and turned away without hesitation.

The association has its own mission.

At that time, Wu Heng talked to her about what would happen if a hero really appeared in the Vatican's fleet.

What she had to do was, first, to evacuate the crowd, and second, to try to explain the whole story to everyone.

"Deacon, the road is clear and the crowd is evacuating." The deputy deacon came back, sweating profusely.

The road below was completely clear and people quickly left to the rear.

Xilagui flew down, folded her wings, exhaled white air from her mouth, and said, "Let's retreat. We can't help here."

"Yes, Deacon!"

Everyone strode away.

……

battlefield.

The Pope narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is this your little trick?"

Amid the intensive shooting, his tone remained calm.

The holy light is like a sharp sword, covering the sky and the earth.

The skeleton's soul fire was extinguished piece by piece, turning into scattered bones on the ground.

Wu Heng's body was covered in blood. This body was supporting him for the last time. He vomited blood and squeezed out words from between his teeth, "That's it? It's really disappointing. Among the heroes in the association, you are not the weakest, right?"

"Heh~! No wonder you only dare to come here to bully ordinary professionals."

The Pope restrained his expression and said coldly: "Sharp-tongued."

Huh~!

A rocket came shooting straight at him.

The Pope's figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared. A rocket whizzed past and exploded and rose on the sea in the distance. The Pope's figure appeared where Wu Heng was.

Wu Heng had a rifle in his hand and was about to pull the trigger.

The Pope snapped fiercely.

Wu Heng's mind went blank for a moment, and obedience and loyalty rose in his heart.

In the moment of distraction, the Pope shot out two hooks from his hands and hooked Wu Heng's shoulder bones.

Wu Heng's eyes focused, and his supernatural power [Keratin Armor] was activated. The black keratin armor began to spread and wrap around the skin.

The holy light was like a sharp sword, but it did not last for a few breaths before several more holes appeared on his chest.

Blood flowed like a waterfall.

The Pope pinched his neck and lifted him up little by little, saying with a look of disdain in his eyes: "You are not dead despite this injury, it seems that you have some real skills. Come back with me and see what secrets you have."

Click~!

There was a snapping sound.

The Pope looked down and saw a prop similar to shackles that directly connected the two people together.

Wu Heng smiled, and with his blood-stained mouth, he gritted his teeth and said, "I caught you too."

The next second, a sense of crisis rose in his heart, and he wanted to flash away, but was restrained by the shackles on his body.

In the distance, several scattered and adjusted armored vehicles had blazing flames spewing from their gun barrels.

The shells were running at full speed, densely covering the position where the two were.

Boom boom boom~!

The entire port was completely overturned, with sand and gravel flying everywhere and smoke and dust rising into the sky.

The island was also shaking from the constant artillery fire.

It caused huge waves.

The figures of the two had been completely submerged by the artillery fire.

……

Association dormitory.

The gray falcon stumbled back from the window and transformed into Yuri, her face pale.

Blackrock Town's butler Slater's face changed, he pulled her over and spanked her on the butt several times, "I told you not to run around, why are you so disobedient."

Yu Li did not resist, but her face turned pale. She said, "Aunt, the pope of the church is here, and he wants to kill Wu Heng."

Slater staggered.

Oh, the Pope!

Someone you've only heard of in legends.

He actually appeared here, and this time he was Wu Heng’s enemy.

"Aunt, can he survive?" Yuri asked pitifully.

"Maybe!" Slater came back to his senses and said, "Get ready, let's leave here first."

"I won't leave. I want to help him."

……

Island owner's mansion.

The voice of 'McIntosh' came from the speakerphone, "The Pope has landed on the island and is fighting with the adults at the harbor. You guys get ready, and those who can leave should leave first."

Several people opened their eyes wide, their faces looking deathly pale.

Shannella also slumped down on the sofa, and she knew at this moment.

Facing the hero, there is no hope for me anymore.

No matter how talented Wu Heng is, he still needs time to grow. Now facing the Pope, there is only one outcome.

dead!

……

On the sea, the Vatican fleet.

At this moment, all the clergy gathered on the deck, wearing gorgeous and solemn robes, staring at the battle in the distant port.

As the artillery fire overturned the harbor, thick smoke seemed to cover the entire island.

There was complete silence on the five huge ships.

Everyone looked at the scene happening in the distance in surprise.

"How can he have such power?" a priest said to himself.

Someone in the crowd who knew some information answered, "Wu Heng has been very famous in the association in the past two years. He seems to be from the Yeke Kingdom."

Wuheng…….

Just, after a brief discussion.

The voices of rebuke rang out again.

"It's stupid that the association is supporting this kind of rebellion."

……

port.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, it remained in the original position in the middle.

Countless energies intertwined like water waves, and the shattered body was regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Broken bones grow back and shattered muscles heal.

After a while, the Pope stood in the center again, the rosy clouds shone from the sky, and the Buddhist chanting sounded again.

The crown and robe had disappeared.

The Pope walked out of the smoke with his upper body naked, and the compassion in his eyes turned into unconcealable anger.

His eyes scanned the surroundings.

Just as he was about to rush towards the center, he saw a figure walking towards him, with a large number of skeletons behind him.

Wu Heng!

Not only did he not die.

There were no injuries on his body, and his clothes were not stained with dust.

"Heroes are immortal. Does that mean your dead bodies can be restored? That's really special." Wu Heng said directly.

I heard Lilith say before that heroes can’t be killed.

Wu Heng was thinking about this question, how could there be such a thing as being immortal?

The initial guess was that after the hero was killed, he could use the ghost to resurrect. After all, a level 18 professional could have a ghost after death.

Alternatively, they could transform into elemental-like life forms, making them invulnerable to physical attacks.

But after witnessing the Pope's resurrection, I also understood the saying that he could not be killed. His body was reshaped by some kind of energy.

Faced with such frequent bombardment from machine guns, even steel was turned into mud.

The Pope's body can still be destroyed by machine guns, but can grow back again, making him truly immortal.

The body is immortal.

No wonder heroes have this status.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This ability can be used everywhere.

"You know a lot." The Pope said coldly.

Wu Heng continued, "It's a bit ordinary, actually. I thought these weapons couldn't hurt you, but it turns out they just recover quickly. If you go to Burma, you will definitely be very welcome."

The Pope frowned, seemingly trying to understand the meaning of his words.

His eyes swept across the collar that was exposed behind his leather armor, and he smiled slightly, saying lightly, "The Hundred Soldiers' Robe, the Association actually gave this rare item to you, which means that these are all your clones?"

"Yes." Wu Heng had no intention of hiding anything and simply said, "There are seven in total. Come find me!"

"Oh, I think you can only pick out two or three bodies, and you are not telling the truth." The Pope snorted coldly, and then he seemed to be in a daze, "Are you waiting for someone from our headquarters? Do you want to delay their people to come over so that they can save you? Don't worry, no one can save you."

"You are bragging..." Wu Heng narrowed his eyes and took half a step back.