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"No matter what, I must pay attention to this matter and must not let my guard down!" The Pope Ernst spoke. He placed his hands on the table, stared at the other nine giants and said, "I think someone has to personally go and investigate this matter and capture the heretic. Moreover, this person has to be a Saint realm expert!"

With that, the Pope's eyes swept over the Consul of Light, Olive, meaning that this is your duty and that you are responsible.

Olive nodded and was about to answer.

"I'll go!" At this moment, a person walked in. The head of the Hall of Piety, Commander Wharton, stood up, his eyes flashing. He bowed towards Ernst. "Your Holiness, leave this to me. I want to avenge the death of the Holy Crusaders!"

Ernst thought for a moment, then nodded. "It's good for you to make a trip. If possible, bring him back alive!"

"Yes, Your Holiness!" Wharton knew that a living Primordial Necromancer was more useful than a dead Necromancer.

"Where is that guy now?" Wharton turned to ask.

"Asinaris is an important border town. I'm afraid he's already left Holy Empire!" Olive said.

"I think his destination should be the Roland Empire. Now that I think about it, perhaps only the Roland Empire can protect him!" Olive thought for a moment before continuing.

"That's for sure!" The Pope nodded and solemnly said, "We can't let him enter the Roland Empire. If he does that, then we'll be in trouble. Those few old fellows from the Roland Empire will be hard to deal with!"

Between large countries and large countries, there is usually a buffer zone formed by a few small countries, otherwise it is easy for war to occur.

"If I'm right! "He should be in Barbarian City by now …" The Hall Master of the Hall of Glory hadn't spoken a word until now. "My suggestion is to have Holy Empire send their Royal Griffin Knights to Barbarian City for a search!"

"That's right, that Necromancer destroyed their Asinaris, it's about time for them to do something!" Wharton laughed as he spoke.

The Holy Church had always been a tyrannical country, and this time was no exception. However, they seemed to have forgotten one thing. Ba Bahrain, which was located at the border of Holy Empire, was an independent, sovereign country …

… ….

After leaving Holy Empire, Ron rode his Skeleton Fighter on a long trek and entered the borders of a country called Barbarian.

After leaving Holy Empire, Ron felt much more free to breathe. He could safely ride on the back of the Skeleton Fighters. Even the exposed pedestrians and mercenaries were only slightly surprised. No one paid him any attention, but no one questioned him along the way.

There were times when there was not a single person to be seen for hundreds of kilometers. Ron had been camping out in the open the entire way, relying on hunting to keep himself warm, but luckily he had stayed in the Dark Forest before, otherwise, it would be very difficult for him to survive in the wild.

In the evening, in an unknown forest, Ron sat cross-legged on the ground, beside a fire that crackled with the heat of it, and beneath his feet was a pile of chicken bones that looked as if they had just eaten.

In front of Ron now lay a corpse, Aryan, pale, wide-eyed, his mouth open, as he had been before his death.

This was why it became one of the essential items for the mercenaries. If they could hunt for strange beasts, they would put the corpses in the dimensional bag, and then directly sell them to the Chamber of Commerce, which would then make all sorts of materials from the corpses and sell them to the mercenaries.

The whole body of a beast was a treasure. Generally speaking, a complete corpse could be sold for a bit more. Unfortunately, Ron didn't understand this at the time, so he had only taken the core.

"What do you want with the body of the Aryan priest, Grandpa Khomelin?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"Ha ha!" Hou Meilin stroked his beard and asked with a smile, "Ron, do you want to suddenly increase your strength significantly?"

"Raise my strength?" What does survival in this world depend on? It didn't rely on money or power. It relied on strength. If you had strength, you would gain the respect of others. If you had strength, you would be able to have everything you want.

Ron, who had not been blinded by Aryan's alluring thoughts, thought for a moment before saying, "Don't you say that training must be done step by step? Any method to increase one's strength through external means would be perverse. Moreover, there would definitely be gains and losses, just like the Necromancy Magic, Soul Ignition, which is used to obtain strength. At the same time, it would also have to pay a heavy price … "

Hou Meilin smiled, "It's true that we'll have to take things step by step, but when I say power enhancement, I'm not talking about perverts. There's a rather powerful profession among the Church of Calamity in the Omorus Continent that happened 100,000 years ago …"

Looking at Ron's puzzled expression, Homer smiled and blurted out, "Corpsemancer —"

"A lich?"

"Yes!" "A lich!" He looked into the distance and said faintly, "The liches are also a branch of Necromancy, they train in the art of corpse control. To be honest, I feel a little frustrated when I see those guys who study corpses all day long, but I have to admit, they are extremely powerful!"

"Corpse controlling techniques, basically speaking it is to control the body to fight, according to the different corpse levels, it can be divided into three levels: zombie, zombie and spirit corpse, in which zombies have 50% of the dead person's strength, movement is slower, and zombies have 80% of the dead person's strength, it is more violent and difficult to control, spirit corpses have 100% of the dead person's strength, this is already similar to normal people …"

"Ron, think about it, this guy is a teacher level, a rank 7 holy priest. If he were to become a zombie, with 50% of his power, his strength would be equivalent to that of a high-ranked priest. In this way, you would have a companion with the strength of a high-ranked priest, wouldn't that greatly increase your strength?"

Priests could be divided into classes, such as Apprentice Priest, Priest, Light Priest, and Holy Priest.

"Really? This can increase my strength?" said Ron, pleasantly. "You must teach me, Grandpa Holmerin!"

… ….

In front of Ron, a large amount of space had been arranged. Within the space, all kinds of complicated patterns were crisscrossing. It was extremely complicated, and if someone who didn't know anything saw this, they would be dazzled.

"Corpse Refinement Array!"

With Ron's current strength, he could only refine zombies, zombies were the same level as zombies, but he couldn't refine zombies, since zombies required the strength of a soldier, zombies required the strength of a master, and zombies required the strength of a master.

The Corpse Refining Formation was much more complicated than the Forging Formation that Ron had learned before. Even under the guidance of Komelin, he still made three mistakes. He had to use several of them before he could complete the formation.

In the magic array, sharp bone spikes lined up one by one, forming a strange formation. Aryan's corpse was lying in the middle, all kinds of bones crisscrossing. From afar, it looked like a fine art piece.

Hou Meilin said, "You have to refine the corpse at night. You can't refine it during the day, and the time you refine it is also very particular. Usually, it starts at 12 in the morning, when the yin aura is at its densest in the day …"

"If the refining fails, the corpse will also be destroyed. One night, the corpse can only be refined once. However, there is no limit to the number of corpses …"

Ron listened attentively and said, "Grandpa Homerin, that means if there's a chance, we can have more corpses of powerful people and form an army of zombies."

Hou Meilin laughed and said, "How can a strong warrior's corpse be so easily obtained? Moreover, if your corpse is destroyed, it will never be recovered. Do you think it's your Skeleton Warrior … "

Hou Meilin continued, "Corpses can still be repaired if their injuries are not too severe. For example, your 'Death Bind' can cure corpses. If their vital parts are hit, then this zombie will be crippled..."

He paused, glanced at Ron, and his voice grew serious. "I'm telling you seriously, the main point of a zombie is its heart. Once its heart is destroyed, the zombie will stop moving.

"Yes..." Ron replied with a shiver in his heart.

At this time, the corpse refining array emitted a faint light, causing Ron to be extremely surprised.

Hou Meilin said, "The corpse refining array has been activated."

Lightning twined around the bone spikes on the ground, continuously moving along the surface of Aryan's corpse, letting out "crackling" sounds.

The corpse refining array emitted light and began to absorb the Yin Qi in the sky and on the ground.

"Now, infuse soul force into the core of the formation …" Hou Meilin urged.

Ron didn't dare to hesitate. He pressed one hand on the Formation Aperture, and with a thought, a steady stream of soul power poured into the Formation Aperture.

At this moment, Ron had already broken through to become a high-level Necromancer, and his soul force was much stronger than it was back in the Beginner Tier. If his previous soul force was like a small stream, then this was just a small pond.

Ron felt his soul force being desperately absorbed by Aryan's corpse. In just a short moment, more than half of it had been absorbed.

Aryan was at the level of a master, a mere soul force was not enough for him to absorb. Rönn gritted his teeth and injected all his remaining soul force.

At this moment, the corpse refining array lit up, and Aryan's corpse seemed to be supported by a mysterious force as it slowly floated up.

By this time, Ron was sweating profusely. His soul force had almost been sent into the Corpse Refinement Formation.

After an unknown period of time, the light of the corpse refining array gradually dimmed. As for Ron, he was nearly exhausted.

Komelin's spirit had been standing next to Ron, his eyes fixed on the changes in the array. Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched, and a hint of joy flashed through his eyes. "It's done …"

It was at this moment that Aryan suddenly stood up straight, startling Ron.

"He... He's moving? " said Ron, pointing shakily at Aryan's body.

"Nonsense, how can we fight if we don't move?" "Get up, this is the first time I've seen someone being scared by a corpse that was refined by himself!"

Ron got up and smiled sheepishly.

"Give him back his weapon. That way, you'll have one more helper!"

Ron handed the captured staff back to him, and Aryan took it, but his eyes were lifeless and glazed, like a walking corpse.

Ron scratched his head and asked, "About that... How can I control it? "

"Zombies do not need your control, you only need to give orders!"

"One step!" Ron tried to give orders to Aryan's body. Indeed, the corpse of Aryan stretched out its foot and took a step forward.

"Hehe, so that's how it is!" He pointed at Aryan and did a lot of things. Aryan was like a marionette.

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