The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Yazde stared blankly with hollow eyes.

Wu Heng directly asked, “What other arrangements have you made to deal with me?”

“No more,” replied Yazde, “you’re just a newcomer, not worth it.”

Damn, why do I feel insulted?

“If you really did succeed, what were your plans?’¹

“I’ve already filed a transfer request in your name, and I was going to disappear to some unfamiliar place. After a few years, nobody would remember you.”

Damn, he did have more plans.

Moreover, considering his own current merits, being transferred to the outside should have also allowed him to attain the rank of captain.

“What assets do you have?” Wu Heng continued asking.

I have a residence in Black Stone Town. Part of my assets is with Snake Badge Consortium and the rest is in this space ring.”

“How do you use this spatial ring?”

“Trying to communicate with it using spiritual power.”

There was one last question left.

After pondering for a moment, Wu Heng continued to ask, “Do you have any influential backers or a special status?”

“The Professional Association, Sky Eye Cultivation Association.

After finishing speaking, Yazde fell to the ground with a bang.

Other than the Professional Association, Yazde was also a member of a Secret Cultivation Hall.

Another weird organization.

I’ve never heard, but it actually doesn’t matter either.

I just hope not to be involved in anything with me.

Wu Heng bent down and took off the spatial ring from his finger.

The ring looked ordinary, made of silver, and had a diamond-shaped white fragment on the top.

He rubbed it with his clothes and put it on his finger.

He tried to use his spiritual power to connect with the space ring and immediately sensed an independent space inside.

There were no complicated procedures like blood drop acknowledgement, it was even simpler than imagined.

There were many things inside it. Other than clothes and daily items, Wu Heng’s eyes fell on a chest.

He imagined it in his mind, and the chest appeared in front of him, hitting the ground with a bang.

He opened it immediately.

On top were ‘Snake Badge Consortium’ storage receipts, and below neatly stacked silver coins.

Considering Yazde’s status in the association, it wasn’t surprising that he managed to get so much money.

He put the chest away again.

His gaze fell on the staff on the ground.

Sacrificial Staff (special item).

(Description: The Evil God can satisfy your desires but will also take what he is interested in.)

This staff was also a special item.

Wu Heng wanted to pick it up, but stopped his hand halfway.

But this staff was different from the ring.

Yazde was used to wearing white gloves, if he didn’t take the gloves off, Wu Heng wouldn’t see the ring.

But this staff, he carried with him, and everyone had seen it.

It was hard to explain his death here, and if he took the most noticeable staff, it would easily lead to further investigation.

And using a tool to make a deal with the Evil God was also a hot potato.

After thinking for a moment, he decided not to take it.

At this moment, Xiao Xiao flew in from outside.

“Uncle,” she said, hovering in the air, “I flew around the hall, there’s an uncle guarding the door.”

There’s someone at the door?

From the outside, I couldn’t hear our conversation, could I?

Wu Heng pulled Xiao Xiao back into his body, immediately able to see the image of the person at the door.

A silver armoured man, holding a longsword, stood not far from the door, looking left and right as if standing guard.

Anel – Captain of Team One.

Wu Heng frowned deeper.

Yazde said he had no fallback plan, so why was Anel still guarding the door?

This made Wu Heng start to suspect that something went wrong somewhere.

Or, maybe, the answer wasn’t accurate.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to step out first to test the other party.

He opened the holster, turned off the safety, and held the short spear hanging on the side of his bag in his hand.

He opened the door and went out.

Anel outside the door looked back at him.

Neither of them said a word as they locked eyes.

But when Anel saw Basen coming out from the side, his face changed abruptly, and the longsword in his hand was drawn from its sheath, slashing towards Wu Heng.

Ding-!

The sound of metal clashing echoed.

The short spear steadily blocked the downward slash.

Anel appeared surprised once again when he saw a mage steadily blocking his attack.

Wu Heng swiftly kicked at his opponent’s chest.

With a thud, Anel staggered back three to four steps.

His expression was one of pure disbelief.

Meanwhile, Basen unsheathed his sword and charged instantly, and Wu Heng also pulled out his pistol, intending to kill him on the spot.

Anel moved even quicker, reaching out for a scroll and ripping it open immediately.

Boom!

Thick smoke quickly filled the air, obstructing their line of sight.

Then, the sound of hurried footsteps escaping could be heard.

Basen quickly followed behind, disappearing into the smoke, and Wu Heng, holding his pistol, hesitated for a while before also chasing after Basen’s vague figure.

Coming to the side of the staircase, they saw Anel leap out through the window and down.

Wu Heng and Basen also jumped down.

Only one thought crossed Wu Heng’s mind now.

He was a Necromancer. If he didn’t kill Anel and got bitten by him instead, things would only get more complicated.

When he rushed out of the association’s territory and saw the crowded streets outside, Wu Heng abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Blindly pursuing like this might not be a wise choice.

Moreover, Anel moved quickly and had already vanished into the crowd.

Damn it!

Wu Heng stood still, thinking about how to handle this situation.

After considering for a while, he decided to return to the association first to assess the situation.

If things started to develop unfavorably, he could try testing the attitude of Vice-executive ‘Slyther’, or even escape overnight.

Cautiously, Wu Heng returned to the association.

Standing at the entrance, he noticed quite a number of people suddenly gathered in the usually desolate association building.

His heart dropped.

Had somebody already discovered Yazde’s dead body so quickly?

Moving a little closer in, Yuli quickly came forward and asked, “Wu Heng, where did you go?”

“Eh? What happened?”

“Yazde is dead!” Yuli replied in a hushed voice.

At that moment, a body was seen being carried from afar and covered with a white cloth.

The sleeve sticking out from the edge of the cloth revealed it to be Yazde’s body.

“How did he die” Wu Heng asked.

“Just died, a suicide note was found on his desk. My aunt read it, he knew he was going to die probably, and did some last instructions.” Yuli explained as she continued looking around.

A suicide note?

It seemed that the enemy’s plan was even more comprehensive.

If they successfully took over his body and left a handwritten suicide note on the table, it would be a good way to absolve them of any crime.

They were also afraid of drawing unnecessary trouble after replacing him.

Yazde indeed taught him a lesson.

No matter how low-profile you are, once you display wealth that is not in line with your strength, you will be targeted.

“What’s wrong?” Yuli glanced up at him and continued, “By the way, the executive was looking for you right? Did he say anything to you?”

“Just mentioned about this mission of merit, didn’t expect that he would die so suddenly.” Wu Heng replied.

Since things had progressed to this point, Wu Heng didn’t plan on disclosing any more about it.

Yazde was dead, but he was still alive.

This was a good outcome.

Talking too much would only bring him trouble.

As for the fleeing Anel, it didn’t really matter.

Yazde’s handwritten suicide note, even if he came back to accuse Wu Heng of killing Yazde, would hardly be credible.

Moreover, his plan was hardly feasible and revealing it was unlikely.

He still needed to be prepared for some underhanded tactics, though.

Soon, officials from the city hall also arrived, inspecting the body and the study.

From the actions and conversations of the crowd, it seemed nothing suspicious had been detected.

Next was coordinating Yazde’s funeral arrangements.

As he had no descendants, it was up to the association to arrange his burial.

Inside the Vice-executive’s office.

The whole association’s affairs were now being handled by the Vice-executive.

Slyther finally had control over the association.

“Did you see Yazde earlier?”