The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 320: Chapter 265, You Have No Reason

In the banquet hall, music was flowing melodiously.

Guests were toasting and conversing, the room filled with laughter and cheerful voices.

Bang~!

Suddenly, the grand doors of the banquet hall were forcefully pushed open.

A man in leather armor, wearing a sailor’s scarf on his head, strode in.

His skin was shriveled, his lips slightly retracted, leaving a trail of bloody footprints with each step.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The sounds of joy abruptly stopped.

Everyone looked in disbelief at the carrion that had charged in.

Thud thud thud~!

More carrions in various attires crowded and jostled their way in.

Their gaze turned to the other people in the hall.

They acted immediately, pouncing like wild beasts.

“It’s the carrions, kill them!” someone shouted.

The guards were the first to react.

Drawing their weapons, they swiftly met the foremost carrion.

The longswords swept across, and the heads of the carrions fell, rolling to the side.

Before they could rejoice, the bodies quickly formed pus-filled boils the size of bowls.

Pop pop pop~!

The boils burst open, and from the splattered fluids emerged multicolored spiders that continued to leap at the living beings around them.

The crowd swung their swords again at the spiders.

The spiders died.

Bang bang bang~!

Their bodies continued to explode, releasing thick poisonous fog that quickly filled the entire hall.

…

“It’s the carrions, everyone come closer to me, let’s fight our way out together.” someone yelled loudly, leading the people around him to form a basic formation, beginning to fight their way out.

The room was enclosed on all sides, and the toxic gas kept rising; staying would mean certain death sooner or later.

Clang clang clatter~!

In the midst of the fierce battle, more carrions fell, splitting into even more poisonous spiders that continued their assault on others.

Those fighting back were not only battling the carrions but also frantically grabbing at the spiders crawling over them.

It was chaotic.

The spiders were highly venomous.

After their sharp mouths tore through flesh, there was widespread purpling necrosis and unbearable pain.

The distraction from the spiders disrupted the rhythm of combat.

Many were toppled to the ground by carrions from behind, wildly tearing and slashing.

Those who had intended to lead a charge out were forced to retreat back after half their number were left behind.

They pressed wet cloths to their mouths and noses, leaning in the corner to continue their defense.

“Damn it, Marek, did you provoke a high-level Necromancer?” shouted one of the distinguished guests attending the banquet. “Just apologize already, this kind of fighting is going to be troublesome.”

And Marek, who was hosting the feast, was angrily cutting away the rotting flesh from his body, also shouting, “I don’t know any Necromancers; I haven’t offended any. It must be you who have done so, drawing them here!”

“Damn it, I should never have come to this lousy event.”

“Mage lord, there must be some misunderstanding. Please cease your attack; we can provide you with generous compensation.”

“Yes, whoever you have a grievance with, we can sit down and discuss it properly.”

“I apologize on behalf of Marek…”

Gurgle gurgle~!

While they were speaking, two round objects rolled through a gap in the defense circle and came to rest at their feet.

The pins had been pulled out and lay discarded to one side.

The crowd frowned, but before anyone could stoop to pick them up,

Bang bang~!

Two thunderous explosions erupted; the grenades went off, and the few people in defense were instantly blown away, with blood and limbs splashed across the surrounding walls.

In an instant, there were hardly any living left.

Those remaining had no will to fight and held their heads in their hands, begging for mercy.

While the carrions too were being decimated by the grenade explosions,

Marek seized the moment, his figure swiftly darting towards the doorway.

His rapier swung out, and instantly several carrion heads fell to the ground.

His body then nimbly darted into the corridor.

…

As vision restored, he took a few deep breaths.

Marek stood at one end of the corridor, his gaze fixed on three figures opposite him.

Two tall figures and one upright with jet-black hair, dressed in the dark leather armor of a Vice-executive, holding a White Bone Cane—a young Spirit Mage.

Associate Vice-executive…

Black hair… black pupils!

Marek’s heart skipped a beat, and his face grew even darker.

“Mr. Vice-executive of the guild, I’d like to ask what exactly is going on here?” Marek took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and then asked.

“Mr. Marek doesn’t recognize me? Your banquet earlier mentioned me many times, and now by killing me, you can save yourself a hefty sum,” Wu Heng said with a smile.

Marek’s face turned icy, and with a sudden motion, he hurled the longsword in his hand forward.

Like an arrow leaving the bow, it whistled through the air.

His body followed close behind, turning into a shadow that rapidly approached the three men, reaching out mid-stride to draw two short blades into his hands.

Whoosh~!

The thrown longsword, dodged by the three, embedded itself into the wooden wall behind them.

Marek closed the distance quickly, the short blades stabbing straight for the gaps in ‘Skull Crusher’s’ breastplate and helmet.

Bang~!

However, Skull Crusher’s movements were even more straightforward and efficient.

Leaning back, he simultaneously kicked Marek in the abdomen.

After a dull thud,

‘Marek,’ dressed in a suit, was sent flying backward, vomiting blood.

He looked up again only to be met with several ashen beams of light striking his body.

His strength began to plummet rapidly as his vigor dwindled.

The wounds that had slowly started to heal from the elixir he had taken earlier began to fester once more.

His condition declined swiftly.

Marek quickly rolled to his feet, pulling out two thunder orbs and throwing them straight ahead.

Mid-roll, they were kicked back by Skull Crusher.

Bang, bang, bang~!

The thunder orbs exploded, and smoke instantly enveloped the area.

Marek’s form turned into a cloud of black mist, merging with the smoke, drifting towards the exit of the corridor.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~!

Skull Crusher and Blood Axe, weapons in hand, began to chase and slash at the black smoke.

Wu Heng also took out a submachine gun from his space ring, unleashing bullets towards the dark mist above.

Bullets poured out densely, dispersing the fog’s cohesion.

His movement speed slowed down increasingly.

With a painful scream, Marek reverted back to his human form, collapsing to the ground.

Skull Crusher stepped forward, planting his foot on Marek’s chest.

The warhammer fell in an unceasing rhythm, shattering his limbs.

Marek howled in pain, showing sharp fangs in an attempt to bite the ankle that was pressing on his chest.

Thud~!

A muffled sound.

Skull Crusher kicked him in the face, bursting an eyeball, with sharp teeth flying everywhere.

Marek screamed at the top of his lungs, “Wu Heng, you can’t kill me, I’m not on the guild’s wanted list, there will be big trouble if you kill me, you are the vice-executive, you must abide by the guild’s procedures and rules.”

Even spewing blood profusely, he kept screaming.

He didn’t know where things had gone wrong.

Why Wu Heng had arrived at Gold and Silver Island early, and how he knew about the plan, coming directly here to kill him.

But he truly regretted it.

If only he had stayed further away from this place.

Further away from him.

Marek, with his status at the time, knew how to avoid rules that were unfavorable to him.

Just like he had said, according to the guild’s rules,

Wu Heng had no reason to kill him.

Even if he wanted to kill his opponent, it wasn’t to Wu Heng’s benefit to kill him.

Wu Heng looked at him, along with the stench of blood coming from his body.

Calmly he said, “Talking about these things with a Necromancer, what were you thinking?”

Under Marek’s horrified gaze, Wu Heng waved his hand.

Blood Axe chopped off his head with an axe.

…

Squeak~!

At that moment, the banquet hall’s double doors opened again.

A woman in a dark-colored dress, showing off her long slender legs, heavily made up and bloodstained, staggered out.

Behind her, the hall was still full of dispersing poison gas, no longer showing a single living person.

As the woman leaned against the wall, she cursed, “Marek, are you even a man, running off and leaving your own woman behind?”

Gurgle, gurgle~!

Right then, Marek’s head rolled to her feet.

The woman’s pupils shrank suddenly, and she looked up to see three figures standing not far away.

She shouted immediately, “Don’t kill me, I’m no threat to you, I can serve you, I assure you I’m very comfortable.”