Chapter 1093: Chapter 859, Starlight Pouring (5000 words, one more update today.)_2 Chapter 1093: Chapter 859, Starlight Pouring (5000 words, one more update today.)_2 Giant waves were stirred up.
And the figures of the two had been completely engulfed by the gunfire.
Association dormitory.
The gray falcon stumbled back through the window, transforming into Yuli with a pale face.
Black Stone Town Steward 'Slyther' changed his expression, pulled her over, and spanked her several times, “Told you not to run around, why don't you ever listen.”
Yuli did not resist, but her face remained deathly pale, and she said, “Aunt, the Pope of the Church has come, he wants to kill Wu Heng.”
Slyther staggered.
The Pope!
A person only heard of in legends.
Has now appeared here, and this time as an enemy of Wu Heng.
“Aunt, can he survive?” Yuli asked pitifully.
“Maybe!” back to her senses, Slyther said, “Get ready, let's leave here first.”
“I won't go, I want to help him.”
Island Lord's Mansion.
From the speakerphone, the voice of 'Mackintosh' came through, “The Pope has landed on the island, he's fighting at the port with the adult, get ready and those who can leave should leave first.”
Their eyes widened, faces ashen.
Shanaela also collapsed on the sofa, knowing at this moment.
There was no longer any hope for her side against a hero.
No matter how talented Wu Heng was, he still needed time to grow, and now against the Pope, there was only one outcome.
Death!
On the sea, The Holy Court's fleet.
At this moment, all the clergy had gathered on the deck, wearing gorgeous and solemn robes, staring intently at the battle at the distant port.
As the gunfire overturned the port, the thick smoke seemed to obscure the entire small island.
Complete silence fell over the five huge ships.
Everyone was amazed at the scene unfolding in the distance.
“How does he have such strength?” a Priest murmured to himself.
Among the crowd, someone with some information responded, “Wu Heng, his name is quite known in the association these past two years, seems to be from Yeko Kingdom.”
Wu Heng…
However, after a brief discussion.
A series of scolding voices rose again.
“The association is actually supporting such a rebellion, utterly foolish.”
Port.
As the dust gradually dissipated, at the center where it was originally.
Countless energies intertwined like ripples, and the fragmented body was regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Broken bones grew anew, and torn muscles slowly healed.
In no time, the Pope stood again at the center, with sunset glow reflecting from the sky, and the sacred sounds ringing once more.
The crown and robe were nowhere to be seen.
The Pope walked out of the smoke with his upper body bare, the mercy in his eyes turned into barely concealed anger.
His gaze swept around.
Just about to rush towards the center, he saw a figure walking out head-on, still followed by a mass of Skeletons.
Wu Heng!
He was not only alive.
There was no injury on his body, and his robe was not tainted with dust.
“Heroes cannot be killed, does it mean your dead bodies can regenerate? Quite special indeed,” Wu Heng spoke directly.
He had previously heard from Lilith that heroes cannot be killed.
Wu Heng pondered over this, how could it be possible that heroes could not be killed.
At first, he speculated that heroes, upon being killed, could use Ghosts to resurrect, after all, 18th-level professionals could produce Ghosts upon death.
Or perhaps, they could become life forms similar to elements, immune to physical attacks.
But witnessing the Pope's resurrection, he also understood this notion of immortality; the body was reshaped by some energy.
Even if steel could be pounded into mud by repeated strikes from a Machine Cannon, the Pope's body would still be destroyed but could also regrow, truly unkillable.
The flesh does not die.
No wonder heroes have such a status.
With that ability, they could wander anywhere.
“You seem to know quite a lot,” the Pope said coldly.
Wu Heng continued, “It's actually quite ordinary, I thought these weapons couldn't harm you, turns out it's just fast recovery, you'd be really popular in Myanmar.”
The Pope frowned, seemingly trying to grasp his words' meaning.
His gaze passed over the collar peeking out from behind his Leather armor and he revealed a faint smile, saying lightly, “Hundred Soldiers Robe, the association actually gave you this Special Item, so all of these are your copies?”
“Yeah.” Wu Heng didn't bother to hide it and plainly said, “Seven in total, come find me!”
“Heh, I reckon you can only split into two or three at most, not a single word of truth from you,” the Pope sneered, then seemed to understand, “Are you waiting for your headquarters' people? Trying to drag it out until they arrive, to save yourself? Rest assured, they can't save you, no matter who comes.”
“You're bullshitting…” Wu Heng narrowed his eyes, stepping back half a step.
Skeletons rattled loudly as they surged forward, and from above came the dense gunfire.
Starting to strafe the target below.
The dense bullets left marks on the Pope's body, which quickly healed.
“Courting death!” the Pope waved his hand casually.
Namesake golden armored Knights formed from golden light appeared out of nowhere, killing towards the Skeleton Army.
Angelic silhouettes emerged in the sky, their Light Swords slashing at Skeletons, leaving cracks on the ground.
The Pope turned into a streak of light, slaying forward.
Wu Heng activated his Superpower [Burst Potential], and his attribute Strength surged for a moment, [Keratin Carapace] his skin was covered with black keratin.
The two clashed no less than five rounds.
Wu Heng's body was pierced by golden light, his head rolling to the ground with a Gollum sound.
The Skeleton Army did not dissipate.
Proving that Wu Heng had not truly died yet.
The Pope appeared in front of the head, saying, “I'll go find the next you, hope you've made progress.”
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