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Deep in the night, a group of people stood outside the gates to a quiet room in Barovacs Academy. They were consciously divided into two rows, waiting anxiously. They were almost all instructors in the various divisions of the academy, and the one in front of them was impressively Vice President d'Abbs.

Suddenly, the door to the quiet room opened and a benevolent old man slowly walked out.

"President!"

"Lord Dean!"

Those people all went up to welcome him. Their faces were filled with respect, because the one who walked out from inside was the headmaster of Baroque Academy, a Saint-level expert who was a fire element magus.

Platz was dressed in a plain, white magic robe. The decorations on the robe weren't magnificent. His gray hair was neatly combed back, and his chin was covered with a bunch of long goatee that almost fell to his chest.

He was not only the Headmaster of Barovacs Academy, he was also the president of the Roland Empire's Magic Union. He had an extremely high prestige in the empire, but he spent most of his time on cultivation, so the matters of the academy were usually left to Vice Headmaster d'Abbs to manage.

"All of you are here!"

All the coaches bowed respectfully and stood to the side. At this moment, the old woman, who had an angry expression on her face, squeezed forward and complained to Platz, "Lord Dean, you have to make the decision for me …"

"Oh? What's the matter? " Pratz was a little surprised. He had just come out of seclusion when he met with trouble. It seemed like this old teacher had suffered a lot.

As he spoke, he told Platz about how Ron had injured dozens of students.

"Is there such a thing?" He turned his gaze to the vice principal, d'Abbs. As his deputy, naturally, d'Abbs was someone he could trust. He wanted to hear what d'Abbs had to say.

However, there was a calm look on his face. After bowing, he said, "Yes, Lord Dean, this is indeed true. Ron, who was involved, has already been locked up in the dungeon …"

"Principal, this is still far from enough..." The old female teacher screamed, "He alone injured dozens of students and destroyed the long corridor that is known as the historical and cultural monument. Just imprisoning him is far from enough, how can we explain it to those injured students?"

The old woman took a deep breath, looked at the dean, and said, "Old Headmaster, we teachers all agree that we must get rid of a villain like this. That is to say, we recommend that Ron be expelled …"

"Expelled?" He thought for a moment about turning to d'Abbs. "What do you think, d'Abbs?"

"As far as I know, Ron was besieged by dozens of students and eventually wounded them. To me, he's a genius, and it's a shame to fire him like that!"

At this moment, the old woman retorted, "Vice-Dean d'Abbs, from what you're saying, students who don't study well are your so-called geniuses. Hmph, there are too many geniuses in that academy …"

"Students must learn how to live up to their principles of fighting and killing all day long..." The old woman deliberately played down the fact that her group of students had led the crowd to besiege Ron, making the whole thing Ron's fault, and at the same time holding on to this point, while several of her mentors chimed in.

He stood there quietly, with a confident look on his face, not paying any attention to what these people were saying.

As a Saint realm expert, Platz naturally did not place this genius in his eyes at all. In his view, there were many so-called geniuses in the world, but there were very few who could truly step into the Saint realm. Even among the master level and master level experts, there were very few.

After thinking for a moment, Pratz said to d'Abbs, "Originally, there was no need to get fired for a fight between students. However, since this situation has such a huge impact, we might as well fire him..."

After saying that, he paused for a moment, and then changed to a reproachful tone, "However, Dabbs, don't blame me for my words. For a small matter like this, you just have to deal with it directly. There's no need to trouble me …"

Hearing this, the old woman exchanged a glance with a few like-minded coaches. A hint of pride flashed in her eyes, while her face revealed a victorious expression. With the approval of the dean, it was almost certain that Ron would be expelled.

However, d'Abbs remained calm. "I have no objections to expelling Ron, but I must remind the dean of a fact!"

"That Ron, oh, the one who wounded dozens of students, a necromancer..."

"What?" A look of surprise flashed across Principal Platz's face. "What did you say? The person who injured dozens of students is a Necromancer? "

"Dabbs, are you sure you don't have a fever? It was already a miracle for a Necromancer to injure a normal human being, and she even wounded dozens of students, including some high-ranked professionals. This … "No matter how I look at it, it seems a little inconceivable..."

I still can't believe that it was Ron the kid who did it, but it's true! "" It's true.

Platz looked over at the other professors, who all felt their hearts thump, thinking that this was bad. The dean had already become interested in Ron, but they didn't dare lie in front of the dean, so they had no choice but to admit this fact.

"What a miracle!" After hearing this, Pratz couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect the Necromancer who was mocked as trash to have this kind of ability. Other than miracles, there's no other explanation. Could it be that there's a major breakthrough in the research of Necromancy? How come I don't know about it?"

Dabbs shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

"He's a very interesting young man. His name is Ron, right? Make an appointment at some time, and tell him that I want to meet him …"

"Yes!" "Dean!" There was a smile on his face and he nodded slightly.

… ….

Inside the tomb chamber, the headless god corpse suddenly lost control and punched at Ron.

"Bone Shield!"

After many battles, Ron's experience had increased tremendously. He summoned the defensive skill "Bone Shield", a necromancy spell, in front of his chest.

With a boom, the bone shield that Ron was so proud of shattered with a single strike from the headless god corpse. His body flew out like a kite with its string cut, bounced against the wall, and bounced back.

Dong! He fell to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

"How... "How could that be?" Ron was dumbstruck. This headless god corpse that he had painstakingly refined had actually gone out of control? This caused him to be panicking, but at the same time, he could not figure out what was going on. What was the problem?

Now, however, there was no time to think about it. The headless god corpse seemed to have gone crazy and was destroying everything in its path. It punched out with its bare hands, and a terrifying black aura seeped through the walls.

"Boom …" The wall was smashed by his fist, and with a single punch, the hard wall of the tomb was completely destroyed.

"What terrifying strength. If that punch had come …" He didn't dare think about it anymore.

When the headless god corpse had punched Ron just now, it was only about the strength of a soldier. In that short moment, the strength of the headless god corpse had risen by a whole level, its strength had reached at least the level of a teacher, and its strength seemed to be able to grow infinitely. A black evil aura surrounded its body, but this black evil aura was not soul energy, it was extremely tyrannical.

"Boom …" Boom … "Boom …" The terrifying headless god corpse repeatedly punched out with its iron fist, piercing through the entire tomb chamber. The fist's power rushed straight into the man's body, causing the stairs to shatter. Even the dungeon where Ron was imprisoned was penetrated with a single punch.

Powerful and terrifying strength came from underground, and even the ground began to shake.

The black aura on the headless god corpse suddenly increased, and with a movement of its body, it flew up into the air, flying straight to the ground.

"It collapsed, this place is about to collapse!" Ron summoned his Skeleton Warrior, mounted on its back, and frantically ran up the stairs that were on the verge of breaking down.

Just then, a familiar voice reached Ron's ears. Ron, what's the matter with you? Your soul aura is so chaotic? And you were even injured? "

It was Homerin who had just woken up and, seeing Ron's soul in a state of confusion, had come out at once.

Ron was surprised and delighted to hear Komelin's voice. "Grandpa Komelin, you're awake?" As he spoke, he recounted what had happened.

But he heard Hou Meilin curse loudly, "You idiot, you can even use a corpse refining array like this? Based on what you're saying, as long as those liches pick up the corpse of a Saint and refine it, wouldn't they all be Saint realm experts? This is clearly against the law of things … "

Ron was dumbfounded. So there were actually so many ways to refine corpses. It was simply impossible to refine corpses beyond the next level. In the end, it was like this: the refined corpses lost control and became a killing machine.

Hou Meilin lifted his head and looked at the headless god corpse in the sky. He saw that its strength had increased yet again, and it had already broken through to the Grandmaster Realm.

Ron said with lingering fear, "Grandpa Holmein, this guy's strength is terrifying. Just a moment ago, he was at the division level, but now he has suddenly risen to the master level, and he's even continuing to rise … …" "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …"

"It is the corpse of a god! Eh? "He doesn't even have a head?" Hou Meilin was even more surprised, "If it's like this, then the strength of that corpse should be very terrifying …"

He glanced at Ron. "This headless god corpse absorbed a lot of your soul energy, right?" If I don't suck you up into adulthood, you're lucky! If my guess is correct, the soul ring should have saved your life … "

"Yes!" "Yes!" If it hadn't been for the soul ring, he would have been sucked dry by the first wave. That kind of absorption was irresistible, and Ron still felt a lingering fear at the thought of it.

Huo Merlin frowned and said, "You have succeeded in refining this god corpse into a zombie, which reduces your strength by 50%. Furthermore, you have lost your head, which also means that the strength of this god corpse is now around 25% of what it was before, but … However, this 25% or so of strength actually allowed him to reach the Saint realm … "

"Ah — —" Ron was stunned. He didn't think that the god corpse that had lost its head would only have 25% of its power. However, it was still able to reach the Saint realm. This showed just how powerful the owner of this body was. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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