The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 1034

Chapter 1034: Chapter 822, He Likes Men, Doesn't He? Chapter 1034: Chapter 822, He Likes Men, Doesn't He? Phantom Train Ticket Machine.

Indeed, such a thing existed.

Having lived in the Otherworld for a while, Wu Heng was still astonished to have never seen how train tickets were actually dispensed.

The last time he took a train in the Yeko Kingdom, it was Slyther who directly provided him with the ticket.

The Phantom Train ticket machine before him, however, looked more like an old, outdated typewriter unearthed from a forgotten corner.

The body was a heavy military green, with wear and tear evident on the surface and edges, while some of the internal parts were covered by rust.

Below was the typing area, a row of round keycaps neatly arranged with a thin sliding rod on the side of the body.

Wu Heng carefully observed, and the attributes of the ticket machine promptly appeared.

[Phantom Train Ticket Machine (Special Item)]

[Effect: Print tickets.]

[Side effect: Sacrifice of soul.]

(Description: An aged ticket machine with unique functions. If you are willing to give up your own soul, it can embark you on a special journey.)

Looking at the attributes,

Wu Heng's brow once again furrowed.

The side effect was the sacrifice of soul… the price seemed too steep.

But then he thought again,

and immediately realized something was off – the Second Prince couldn't possibly sacrifice his own soul. A soul sustaining damage could at best cause idiocy, or at worst, directly disperse the soul.

The Second Prince's own level wasn't high, and his soul's strength was even less likely to endure the side effects of a Special Item.

Coupled with the first of the three Special Items he saw, the human bone nail, everything could be explained clearly.

The effect of the human bone nail was to absorb Remnant Souls.

It must be utilizing this Special Item to exchange for tickets with the ticket machine.

As for the ghosts trapped in the basement, there might be some other things that they themselves did not understand.

Piao and the other two ghosts furtively selected some other items they liked – after all, they were the belongings of a prince. Even if they were useless ordinary items, their design was still exceedingly extravagant.

After they had divided up the loot,

the Three Ghosts flew back, gathering opposite to inspect the Special Items.

“Uncle, are there any other special Special Items?” Piao asked directly.

“There are two more,” Wu Heng replied. “This one is The Holy Court's pendant, which gives holy damage during a fight and makes speech more influential, but the side effect is an unceasing piety.”

He reconsidered the pendant, comparing it with the information provided.

“What is piety?” Piao's eyes widened.

Bella also looked over, waiting for his answer.

“It means to respect and be sincere. In the context of The Holy Court, it's recognizing their belief,” Wu Heng pondered for a moment before explaining.

“Oh, so what does this sentence mean?”

Wu Heng scratched his head. “It likely means that using this Special Item will make one more and more reverent and obedient.”

“Brainwashing?”

“It could be understood that way, and it's difficult to correct,” Wu Heng found himself agreeing with this summary.

“And that one! Is it a keyboard?” Piao pointed toward the ticket machine.

Wu Heng moved the ticket machine in front of him, speaking earnestly, “This is the very ticket machine we've been searching for.”

The Three Ghosts looked at the machine in surprise.

Glenda suddenly realized, “So it was actually in his possession.”

“The ticket machine looks like this, huh? It's so ugly,” Piao commented after a glance, somewhat disdainful.

Bella, however, smiled and asked, “Can it really produce tickets?”

“It can!” Wu Heng continued to elaborate, “The function is to sacrifice the soul to produce tickets.”

As soon as his words fell, Glenda and Bella simultaneously stepped back half a meter, with Piao belatedly realizing and following suit.

The Three Ghosts were all wary of the ticket machine in front of them.

Special Items in this world were a rather unique class of artifacts, with some having such powerful side effects that they would be sealed away.

Mentioning the sacrifice of the soul, the Three Ghosts were all fearful it might affect themselves.

Wu Heng looked at the ghosts and said, “It only takes effect if used; otherwise, if it affected anyone who saw it, the Second Prince would have died long ago.”

That made sense to the Three Ghosts, and they flew back.

“Those tickets, were they all exchanged with ghostly souls?” Piao asked.

Wu Heng nodded, “The previous human bone nail must be the Second Prince's means of soul absorption, what I don't know is whether a Remnant Soul has the same effect as a normal soul!”

Glenda's eyebrows rose as he said, “If the effects are the same, then car tickets could be easily produced over in the Zombie World.”

“I was thinking the same.”

After going through all the Special Items and trophies, Wu Heng stored everything into the Space Ring.

Glenda hovered nearby, watching him gather the spoils, and casually asked, “What's next? The Second Prince is dead. Is there anything else to do?”

Wu Heng looked towards the distant city and said, “Piao will stay with me; Glenda and Bella will investigate that city. The Second Prince came here; this must have been a place of refuge.”

“Alright!” Glenda and Bella nodded and flew directly towards the distance.

Piao hovered in mid-air and suggested, “Uncle, I think we should visit the Second Prince's residence – there must be lots of good things there.”

“But we were supposed to be assassinating; wouldn't going to take things be walking into a trap?”

“True,” Piao agreed, then added happily, “Anyway, we have enough. I'll give it to my mom when we get back; she's never seen such things before.”

“Piao is such a good child,” Wu Heng affirmed.

“Hehe!”

Wu Heng continued to take out a mat, wrapping up all the corpses and collecting them into the Space Ring.

Sitting on a rock, Wu Heng pondered for a moment before taking out the portable radio to assemble.

After making the connection, he spoke into the microphone, “Wen Mansha, can you hear me?”

Three or four minutes passed before Wen Mansha's voice came through, “Master, I'm here!”

“How are things on your side?”

There was a pause on the other end, and the tone was somewhat puzzled, “Master, is something wrong on your side? We just spoke this morning.”

If it weren't for the fact that others couldn't use this kind of prop and he was familiar with Wu Heng's tone and rhythm of speech,

He might even suspect that someone was impersonating and talking to him.

Wu Heng immediately said, “It's a bit chaotic over here; I'm asking about your situation.”

Riding the Phantom Train always gave one the feeling of time being out of joint.

He had indeed contacted Wen Mansha in the morning, and they had discussed the matter of the Messenger.

“Everything is normal on my end. Master, be careful out there, and if there is any danger, come back first. There's no rush with this matter,” Wen Mansha's tone was somewhat serious.

“It's okay, the Second Prince has already been killed by me,” Wu Heng said.

There was silence again on the other end.

After a while, Wen Mansha's voice came through, slightly dubious, “Really?”

They had been discussing that morning whether the Messenger could lure out the Second Prince, and now the Second Prince was already dead?

A prince of a kingdom.

With so many high-level professionals and absolute protection around him.

To actually die at the hands of his master alone.

This… was indeed a bit unexpected.

“The body is right under my feet,” Wu Heng said.

“Uh…” Suddenly, Wen Mansha did not know what to say.

It seemed she had underestimated her master's strength.

What luck she had had back then.

In a place like Lundham City, to have become associated with such a master.

“Master, what's your next plan? I will cooperate with you as much as possible on my end,” Wen Mansha suppressed her excitement and said immediately.

Wu Heng said, “The Second Prince is dead, but it's still not possible to resolve the conflict between the two parties. Is there a more moderate method to transition the Second Prince's powers to you?”

On hearing about the transition, Wen Mansha's heart skipped another beat.

Given the area currently occupied.

It wasn't an exaggeration to call herself a queen of a region, and now she was about to expand even more.

Wen Mansha pondered for a while and said, “When you came back last time, didn't you say that the Second Prince had a body double outside? Could we use that double to replace the Second Prince and make him our puppet?”

“The body double is dead, died even earlier than the Second Prince.”

“Uh…” Wen Mansha frowned, “What about taking control of the ministers?”

“The division of labor among the ministers here is complex; it's not as simple as controlling one or two people,” Wu Heng also dismissed the idea.

Wen Mansha said, “Master, I need to think this through carefully. When I come up with a plan, I'll inform you.”

“Okay, don't let word of this get out. No one knows he's dead yet,” Wu Heng added.

“Understood!” Wen Mansha then said, “The Messenger is already on the way, won't it disrupt your future plans?”

“It shouldn't be a problem. Having him turn back now might raise some suspicions.”

“Then let him continue as planned,” Wen Mansha continued.

“Also, get the fortress ready. If the news leaks, we may be attacked by their military,” Wu Heng said.

Although he didn't think it would be exposed, it was still necessary to be prepared.

To prevent any possible dangers.

“Okay, I understand. I'll make arrangements immediately,” Wen Mansha spoke with a serious tone.

“I'm fine now; I'll notify you if there's any news.”

“Alright, Master, please also take care.”

“Okay!”

Wu Heng replied with an “okay,” hung up the communication, and put away the radio.

He sat on the rock, waiting for Glenda and Bella to return.

It was now dusk.

The orange afterglow filtered through the gaps in the branches, casting a mottled pattern.

Occasionally, some wild beasts approached, chased by Xiao Xiao, all of them retreating deep into the jungle.

He chatted idly with Xiao Xiao for a while.

When the sky had grown dark, Glenda and Bella, who were responsible for scouting, finally returned one after the other.

Bella said, “I circled around inside the city. The highest-level professional there is an 18th-level one; it's somewhat like a small fortress.”

No wonder the Second Prince had fled here; it seemed to be a second refuge point prepared in advance.

For a city of this size, they wouldn't position an 18th-level professional as a guard.

“What about the military force?” Wu Heng inquired.

“It should be considered elite, but not as many people as in the previous city,” Bella replied thoughtfully.

Wu Heng nodded in understanding.

Then, Glenda also spoke up, “I went to the central mansion. Inside, there's a woman being cared for; she should be the princess of the Second Prince.”

Princess?

The wife of a prince was called a princess, and only after becoming king would she be referred to as a queen.

Both souls furrowed their brows.

Bella said subconsciously, “Didn't they say he preferred men?”