The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse-Chapter 426 - 354, Evil Sword (Please vote for monthly tickets, brothers who have them, please support.)

Chapter 426: Chapter 354, Evil Sword (Please vote for monthly tickets, brothers who have them, please support.)

The Association was already investigating the reasons behind Wu Heng’s framed suspension.

Today, he faced an assassination attempt.

What flashed through both their minds was a well-planned, dark conspiracy.

Imilo put the document aside, “How can you confirm the assailant was ‘Kerim’? Have you seen him before?”

Wu Heng shook his head and said directly, “Yesterday, when I was chatting with ‘Shiraz,’ the Vice-executive, she mentioned that ‘Kerim’ had arrived on the island and also described some of his traits, including how he had managed to kill a Vice-executive and escape punishment.”

“Go over the whole event with me in detail,” Imilo said directly.

...

Wu Heng took a deep breath and recounted the location of the battle and its outcome in detail.

Actually, there wasn’t much to say.

He had been followed on his way back from the Association, and a fight had ensued.

However, when Wu Heng mentioned that the other party had fled seriously injured,

Imilo showed a hint of skepticism.

“You left him seriously wounded, and then he escaped into the crowd?”

“Yes, he moved very quickly, and there were too many people around at the time to finish him off,” Wu Heng explained.

Imilo’s gaze turned even more astonished.

Kerim had a great reputation outside for having killed a Vice-executive without being put on a wanted poster.

No one below the sixth rank could survive being targeted by him.

Yet Wu Heng, a newly-appointed Vice-executive, not only managed to escape, he nearly killed his pursuer on the spot.

If it were someone else, Imilo might really think the attacker was just worried about losing face, but Wu Heng had no shortage of accomplishments in the merit rankings for killing fifth-rank professionals.

Such strength had long surpassed the expectations of a Vice-executive.

Coming from him, the authenticity was not to be doubted.

Imilo nodded and said directly to someone nearby, “Moya, issue a wanted poster for ‘Kerim’ and also notify the ports to screen for Kerim and prevent him from leaving the island.”

“Yes, Steward!” Moya nodded, entered the data into the Steward’s records, and went out immediately.

You could tell that Imilo was also quite enraged.

To come such a long way just to kill a Vice-executive, how audacious.

Imilo continued, “It seems that the framing and suspension were meant to set you up for this assassination.”

Wu Heng nodded, “There’s no second explanation!”

“Hmm, let Shiraz continue the investigation. No matter whether he finds the culprit or not, once we capture ‘Kerim’ and interrogate him, I’ll reinstate you,” Imilo said decisively.

“Thank you, Steward!” Wu Heng thought for a moment, then added, “Steward, I acquired a piece of the assailant’s clothing during our fight, which could highly likely lead us to him.”

Imilo understood his meaning.

“Give it a try, I’ll accompany you when the time comes.”

“Alright.”

Wu Heng immediately took out the Tracing Locket from the Space Ring and the assailant’s fallen cuff.

He dropped a drop of blood on the locket’s position and then brought the fabric close to it.

The inanimate skeleton head suddenly came to life, biting off a piece of the fabric and began to chew on it.

Then, a gloomy blue ghost burst out from the skull, struggling as it rushed towards a direction.

“Steward, it’s effective!” Wu Heng looked up.

Imilo got up, put on his leather armor, and said, “Prepare the carriage.”

“Yes!”

…

Inside a private room in a tavern.

Kerim, wrapped in a heavy cloak, barged in.

His face was pale, and his body emanated a faint smell of blood.

The gunshot wound had almost caused him to lose a limb, and the negative effects of Necromancy Magic caused his wound to become inflamed and suppurated; the efficacy of the healing elixirs was also significantly lessened.

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Upon seeing his state, the captain in the room stood up abruptly, “What happened?”

Kerim glared at him angrily and said, “Did you dare to deceive me?”

Sensing Kerim’s intent to kill, the captain’s complexion changed and he quickly asked, “What do you mean?”

“That kid is a high-level professional,” Kerim said angrily, taking a step forward with his sword.

The captain retreated in fear and immediately explained, “What benefit would there be for me to deceive you? If you were killed by him, I would also be investigated by the Association, would I involve myself as well?”

Kerim continued to stare coldly at him, silent.

The captain, now suspicious, asked, “Are you saying that his rank is very high?”

Kerim said, “He has strength entirely equal to mine; how could he possibly be a rookie who has been transferred less than a year? Either you set me up, or the person who sold you the intelligence deceived you.”

The captain’s eyes widened somewhat.

His mind raced through all the intelligence he had collected.

Then he continued to counter, “Impossible, I received information from the Secret Cultivation Hall scattered across various places, tracking his whereabouts in each city at every moment… How could it be!”

“Hmph! Go back and investigate for yourself. Get me a boat to leave the island. If the Association catches me, you won’t escape either,” Kerim retorted.

Seeing his expression, the captain offered no further persuasion and simply said, “Here’s the boat ticket for today’s departure and the agreed payment, to the last coin. But I also hope you won’t disclose this matter and go somewhere far away.”

Kerim pocketed all the money and said coldly, “If I find out afterwards that you’ve lied to me, I’ll come looking for you again.”

With those words, he turned and left.

The captain stood there, his expression ugly.

…

At the port.

It was still the busiest part of the island, with large and small boats filling the docks and workers hauling all kinds of goods.

Kerim straightened his hood and quickened his steps towards the dock corresponding to his ticket.

But just as he stepped onto the gangway,

Kerim’s face suddenly changed, and he looked back towards the way he had come.

He saw a carriage from the Association slowly stopping at the side of the road outside the port, and two figures, one after the other, stepped down.

Aside from Wu Heng, adorned in a Robe, there was also an elf Steward with golden hair and splendid Armor.

“It’s Steward Imilo!”

“Why has he come to the port? Is there another Fugitive around?”

“He’s so handsome…”

“Dude, as a man, isn’t that inappropriate for you to say?”

“Gender shouldn’t stand in the way of our true feelings.”

…

On the gangway,

Kerim watched the two approach with an unsightly expression and eyes full of fear and regret. Clearing his throat, he said, “What, are you a child? Can’t win so you run back to mommy?”

Wu Heng replied, “Are you scared? Where’s all that bravado from before?”

Kerim looked at Imilo and said, “Vice-executive Imilo, Wu Heng has been suspended, and we only have some minor disputes. According to the association rules, you have no reason to make a move against me.”

Imilo’s face was expressionless as he bluntly said, “The guild has issued a warrant for your arrest. Come back with me to undergo some investigation.”

Kerim glanced down at the port and swept his gaze over the adjacent sea, saying, “This place is crowded. Aren’t you afraid that your actions against me might affect the other people here?”

“You can try!”

Kerim’s expression hardened as he turned and ran towards the ship.

Below the ship, the ‘Imilo’ figure’s hand produced a golden Longsword, and he aimlessly waved it in the direction of the fleeing figure.

Several crescent light blades, as bright as daylight, instantly flew before ‘Kerim’.

Before he could unleash any skills, they struck his body, bursting into a big splash of bloodlight.

Then, a second sword was swung once more.

The fallen body, head separated from torso!

Dead?

Wu Heng watched the scene in surprise, his eyes wide.

Calling ‘Imilo,’ he also feared that the other party would escape, and he wouldn’t be able to catch him.

But he hadn’t expected it to be so easy to kill him.

He had drawn his gun, but there was no time to claim the kill.

…

“Go collect the body, we’re heading back to the guild.” Imilo said, then walked towards the carriage.

“Okay.” Wu Heng hurried onto the cargo ship, kicking the rolling head back into place.

He fumbled around the body, finding a thin sword and a Space Ring.

As for the armor on the body, it had already been chopped to pieces by the sword light just now.

Wu Heng’s eyes settled on the body of the single-edged thin sword.

[Nebula Evil Sword (Special Item)]

[Category: Special Item]

[Effect: Touching mist, appears behind the target simultaneously.]

[Side effects: Affects the mentality of the holder.]

(Description: A cursed sword passed down through generations, every master gains power but ends up dying by the sword.)

“Thought it would be teleportation, turned out it’s the sword’s ability.”

Before, in the mist, Kerim could instantly move behind him; he thought it was a ronin’s skill.

Now it seems it was entirely the sword’s ability.

What was more on the ronin was the real battle experience.

Wu Heng walked to the body and took off the sword sheath from his waist, sheathing the Evil Sword.

He took out a mat, rolled up the body, and put it into the Space Ring.

Then, carrying the spoils of war, he boarded the carriage.

…

Lighthouse Street.

Xi Ligui led the team members.

Still in the inn on Lighthouse Street, they conducted their search.

The team members knocked on the rooms of the inn’s guests, asking for names and occupations, as well as how many were travelling together.

The innkeeper whispered to ‘Xi Ligui,’ who stood beside her, “Vice-executive, in a small place like this, how could we have criminals living here? It must be the establishment across the street, jealous of our good business, slandering us.”

Xi Ligui remained silent, one hand on the hilt of her sword, stationed at the staircase.

Thud, thud, thud~!

At that moment, the room at the very end had no response to the knocking.

Two team members came over and said, “Vice-executive, no one is opening the door in that room.”

Xi Ligui looked at the incessantly chattering innkeeper and asked, “Someone is staying here?”

“They are, they even ordered dinner not long ago. How could there be no one!” After saying this, she too knocked a couple of times, shouting, “Guest, are you there? Guest, are you still there? The guild’s people are checking. Please, open the door.”

After standing at the door and shouting for a while, it remained unopened.

Xi Ligui directly asked, “What kind of person is staying in the room?”

“A dwarven gentleman, who seemed quite decently dressed.”

“What profession, how many people?”

“Not sure about the profession, just one person. Definitely has nothing to do with the killer you’re talking about,” continued the innkeeper.

In terms of height, he completely differed from the target the guild was seeking.

“Open the door, let’s take a look!”

The innkeeper hesitated, but finally took out the key to unlock the door.

The room was empty, the bed in disarray, and there was unfinished food on the central wooden table.

It seemed the person had truly left quite suddenly.

“They must have left through the window,” commented a team captain after glancing at the window, then turning back.

“Record the features of the dwarf and check them against the warrants when we get back,” Xi Ligui instructed.

Seeing the guild investigating, the person had straightaway fled.

Even if it wasn’t related to this case, there was likely some issue.

The team members began to question the innkeeper about the dwarf’s appearance while Xi Ligui led the team to the next inn.

…

The bustling streets were crowded.

A dwarf shrouded in a linen hood mingled with the crowd, quickly moving away.

Along the way, he saw a guild carriage passing by head-on and cautiously stepped aside, shielding his hooded head.

After walking some distance, he finally looked back at the direction of the inn and the disappearing carriage.

“Guild members are everywhere.”

He hesitated for a moment, deep in thought.

Leaving the busy street, he headed towards a quieter area.

After crossing two blocks,

his gaze eventually settled on an inn called ‘Parrot Snail.’

It wasn’t very crowded and the shop had a decent decor.

He walked in, approached the counter, and asked, “Any rooms available?”

“Yes, how many guests, and for how many days?”

“Just one, for three days.”

“There’s a single suite on the third floor, 360 coppers for three days.”

The dwarf paid the money and said as he went upstairs, “Prepare some dinner, and bring it up.”

“Certainly, guest. Please wait briefly upstairs.”