The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 281: Chapter 234, A Series of Special Items_1

He’s not dead yet?

Wu Heng stood in place, somewhat surprised.

Such a heavy firepower had almost reduced the entire estate to ruins, and yet ‘Benasev’ was still alive.

Logically, he shouldn’t be the last one standing.

Moreover, he had used the Phantom Train to leave this place.

“If he’s escaped, could this cause any trouble?” Wen Mansha looked somewhat flustered.

Today, they had killed half the nobles in the city.

Even though this was Lundham City, and these people were affiliated with the ‘Secret Cultivation Hall.’

No matter what, it wasn’t Wu Heng’s place to kill until a warrant had been issued.

Plus, a level 16 Necromancer could have friends or companions behind him.

If no one survived to escape, considering the secluded location of the estate, it could still be handled smoothly.

But if someone got out, things could get very troublesome.

Wu Heng stood in place, quickly assessing the situation in his mind.

Then, turning to Wen Mansha, he said: “The Wise Skeleton will clean the battlefield, preserve that Necromancer, and burn all the other corpses.”

“Oh, okay!” Wen Mansha nodded subconsciously.

Wu Heng summoned a few skeletons over.

He pulled out a similar train ticket from his Space Ring and tore off a corner from the middle of it.

Whoo~!

The harsh sound of a steam whistle blared.

Ripples formed from nothing, and the iron-green train reappeared, stopping in front of Wu Heng.

The door opened, revealing the inside of the carriage.

Wen Mansha was startled. “Master, what are you doing?”

“Stay here, I’m going to kill him.”

After saying this, he signaled the skeletons behind him to board the train.

He wasn’t sure whether, by using this ‘Special Item’ ticket, he would board the same train as ‘Benasev’, but he needed to try. It was the only way.

Wu Heng boarded the train.

Squeeeak~!

The door closed, and Wu Heng quickly turned around.

All he could see was Skull Crusher and a few other skeletons, trapped outside the train, desperately banging on the door.

Only he who held the ticket was allowed to board.

Whoo~!

The horn blared again, and the train began to move.

Damn, screwed it up.

…

Wu Heng stood inside the carriage, motionless.

His bad premonition grew stronger.

His eyes could see inside the carriage, yet his ears heard no sound, and he couldn’t feel the train jostling him.

At this moment, he was stripped of his senses of hearing, touch, and smell.

Even his ability to feel magic and compile spells was taken away.

If it weren’t for his still functioning eyesight, he might have doubted whether he was even alive.

He stood in place, adjusting to the changes.

Attempting to move, he lifted a leg and walked towards the side of the carriage.

Only by seeing his leg move and his foot step did he confirm that he did indeed get up and walked.

Pushing open the carriage door before him.

Benasev was currently seated in a chair on one side. His gaze, full of suspicion and horror, was directed at Wu Heng.

His mouth moved slightly, as if he were loudly expressing something.

But no sound came out.

Benasev, in his panic, drew a short sword from his waist. Wu Heng dipped his head and reached for the handgun at his waist.

The lack of physical sensation made this action, which he often practiced, quite eerie.

The gun’s safety was turned off, he pulled the trigger.

The bullet shot out of the barrel, heading straight for its target.

Under Benasev’s horrified gaze, the bullet penetrated his forehead and exited out the back.

There was no spray of blood.

Fear still filled Benasev’s eyes. There was some confusion in his gaze. He reached up to feel the wound on his forehead, only then did his body slump over.

The entire process didn’t seem to cause him any pain.

Wu Heng stepped forward.

After searching the body, he found gold and silver jewelry, a flashy brooch, and a Space Ring.

After removing all of these, Wu Heng sat down and waited in silence.

The train continued to go on.

He didn’t know where it would stop, and when it would stop.

Maybe he should have shot the leg; Benasev definitely would have known how to stop it.

…

Time passed unknowingly.

The void outside the window began to show rugged mountain contours.

The train also slowly came to a halt.

Whoosh!

The door opened.

Hearing and touch returned.

Wu Heng stood up, glanced out of the window and, seeing no movement outside, hoisted the body off the ground and strode out of the train.

The train’s headlights went out, and the entire station plunged into darkness instantly.

Wu Heng released a ‘Dancing Light Skill’ at the front.

In the brief moment of brightness, Wu Heng’s heart tightened.

Five or six corpses were in his line of sight.

Their armors were ruined, and the bodies were withered and shrunken.

Wu Heng stood guard on the spot, but the bodies did not move, and no monsters appeared.

It was only when he threw ‘Benasev’s’ body to the ground, that two nearby corpses crumbled into fine sand with a soft sound, and their broken armors scattered all around.

They had been dead for quite some time.

As Wu Heng scanned the surrounding area, it was evident the place was enclosed. The surrounding walls and the roof overhead were all rugged mountain stone.

Only the platform he was standing on had smooth stone slabs, forming a station.

It was as if a station was hollowed out from a closed mountain.

The green train behind him didn’t leave; it seemed to slip into stand-by mode, just sitting there.

…

Once he was sure no danger was present,

Wu Heng’s gaze returned to ‘Benasev’s’ corpse.

He hesitated between casting ‘Bone Manipulation Skill’ and ‘Communicate with the Dead’, but ultimately chose the latter.