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"I don't know!" Platz shook his head, "This guy looks like a human. But right now, there are no longer any powerhouses from the Realm of the Gods in the human world. He might be someone from the past. I just don't know who he is …"

Hill gritted his teeth and fiercely said, "What I'm more interested in is, who revived this guy?"

No one answered, because no one knew the answer. Even Platz didn't know why the headless monster had suddenly appeared.

Montelo shouted, "The destructive power of our battle is simply too great. We have to bring him to higher ground, or the ground will be destroyed!"

"Alright!" "Yes!" Platz and Hill responded together. The three figures retreated as they fought, and very quickly, they soared into the sky. The fearless headless god corpse stomped its legs, and chased after them like arrows.

"Ah — they flew away!" A student said as he raised his hand to form a tent and looked up at the sky.

"I don't want to cause too much damage. After all, their combat strength is too strong!" Another student said.

Hou Meilin looked at the sky and muttered, "To think that no weapon could be used to fight to this extent, this corpse is truly amazing …"

The headless god corpse didn't have any weapons. The other three people held at least one piece of Dark Gold rank equipment. Some of them even had more than one.

The three of them had already risen into the air and were engaged in a fierce battle.

"Hold him, give me some time, I'm going to cast the forbidden spell …"

"Forbidden Spell?" The power of the forbidden spell was enough to destroy the heaven and earth. They knew that it was time for Platz to use his trump card.

Hill couldn't help but laugh as he scolded, "You old bastard Pratz, now that you think of using the forbidden spell, what have you been doing for a long time!" As he spoke, he attacked even more frequently, causing the headless god corpse to panic.

Montelo's dark gold draconic spear was not to be outdone. It danced like the wind and rain, and the powerful earth-type battle-qi coupled with Saint-level strength caused several terrifying wounds to appear on the headless god corpse.

Platz ignored the two and focused on gathering the fire elements floating in the air.

"I pray to you in the name of a devout believer... Burn, Fire God Bird, turn your eyes into a sea of fire … "

The heatwave around Platz was extremely oppressive. Even from a distance, Hill and Montego felt a burst of heat. With the wave of the magic staff in his hand, a powerful fire element quickly condensed into the form of a giant fire bird. The fire bird flapped its wings, letting out a soft cry that shook the heavens.

Hill and Montelo's hearts trembled. "What's going on?" "This old geezer's strength has risen by quite a bit …"

The headless god corpse paused for a moment. It seemed to sense the increasing pressure that came from the blazing fire bird.

"Go! "The awakened Scorching Flame Bird …" A bright light flashed in Platz's eyes as he pointed his magic staff. The Fierce Flame Bird that was floating in the air turned into a streak of light and pounced towards the headless god corpse.

"Ha ha!" Hill laughed loudly towards the sky. "Old man Pratz, I've succeeded and retreated. The rest is up to you …" With that, his figure disappeared into the air.

Montelo rode his Gold Wyvern and left as well.

The Fierce Flame Bird's speed was extremely fast, and it slammed head first into the headless god corpse. In an instant, time seemed to have stopped.

Soon after, there was a loud 'boom' sound, as if there was a huge sun in the sky, shining with boundless light. The pitch-black night sky instantly turned bright, and brilliant sparks blossomed in the sky.

An intense explosion sounded out for 10 miles. The power of the air, even when transmitted to the ground, caused a slight tremble.

"This is too shocking. Is this the power of a forbidden spell?" Ron stared blankly at the sky, "A mage is still so valiant after all …"

Hou Meilin smiled proudly, "The power of this magic is not bad, it's almost at the level of 80% of what I used to have …"

Ron said in surprise, "Grandpa Holmerin, were you that good? What level of power has he reached? "

Hou Meilin hesitated for a moment before softly uttering a few words, "Peak Saint realm!"

After the intense explosion, the pitch-black sky regained its calm once more. It was as though nothing had happened, and the extremely powerful headless god corpse had long since disappeared without a trace.

"Is it dead?" Hill asked. He looked around, but didn't see any headless god corpses.

"No!" Platz shook his head. "It escaped!"

"What?" A look of astonishment flashed in Montego's eyes. He took a deep breath and calmly replied, "We actually couldn't kill it. If that's the case, then we'll never have another peaceful day …"

It was no wonder that Montego had treated the headless god corpse as an ordinary Saint realm expert, but in reality, it was just a corpse.

"That guy lost his consciousness. His attack was only his instinct. It may not be possible for him to continue dealing with us!" However, he still had some lingering fear for the headless god corpse's strength. If it were to return, Hill alone would not be able to deal with it.

"I hope so!" He looked down at the wrecked college and lost interest in conversation.

"Since it has already escaped, there's nothing for me to worry about. If it comes back, let me know!"

There were always open rivalries and covert fights between Saints, but in the face of external threats, cooperation was always the main line. After all, they were all in Baroque City.

The two said their goodbyes and returned with their troops. At this moment, the sky was already slightly bright as Platz's figure slowly descended.

"Lord Dean!"

"Lord Dean!"

A group of instructors from the academy came forward. Amongst them, d'Abbs laughed. "Lord Headmaster's strength has already broken through to the fifth floor of the Saint-level. This is a cause for celebration."

"Fifth level of the Saint realm!" "I'm already at the sixth level of the Saint-level!"

… ….

The restoration work for the Baroque Academy proceeded in an orderly manner. Most of the battles against the headless god corpse were carried out in the air, and the damage to the ground was not too severe. With the academy's financial resources, it was completely affordable.

That same morning, in his separate office, Platz received Ron, along with d'Abbs and several of his mentors.

The office was rather simple, not much different from an ordinary teacher's office. If not for the words "Principal's Office" written on the door made out of pear wood, no one would have connected it with a Saint realm expert's office.

Pratz did not like extravagance, and this was something that everyone in the academy knew.

He really wanted to know how this so-called trash necromancer had managed to wound so many students. None of these students were ordinary people, and there were even high-level professionals among them.

Rönn stood uneasily in front of Platz. Although this was not the first time he had interacted with a Saint realm expert, he felt that the dean's eyes could see through him.

A Saint realm expert's sense of touch was extremely sensitive. Hou Meilin didn't want to bring any trouble to Ron, so he quickly fell asleep in his soul ring.

"You're Ron?" He recognized this man as the one who had helped him up from the ground when he had been injured the day before.

"Yes, President!" Ron nodded.

At this moment, d'Abbs quickly walked up to Pratz. "Lord Dean, Vivian is here!"

Pratz nodded, and Vivian, in a dark gray mage's gown, with her curly hair pulled back naturally, came in quickly, giving Ron a strange look as she passed.

"Lord Dean!" Vivian bowed deeply.

"Ha ha!" "Vivian, this student of yours is so much stronger than you …"

This was all thanks to her father, Jarod. Back then, when the academy had decided to abolish the Necromancy division, it was also due to Praz who raised an objection and suppressed the matter.

Vivian was excited. She knew that the Headmaster's words were not out of ill intentions. The Headmaster had taken the initiative to ask to see Ron, expressing his interest in the Necromancy Branch.

She took a deep breath, nodded, and smiled, "Of course, Ron is a true ancient necromancer …"

"Ancient Necromancer?"

Vivian's words were like a bomb, shocking everyone. All of the teachers looked at each other, unable to believe what they had just heard. Even Platz was shocked.

On the surface, Ron's expression was calm, but his heart was in turmoil. His identity had been completely exposed, but he didn't know if the Roland Empire would treat him like a heretic and kill him off.

"Vivian, the ancient necromancy you were talking about isn't a legend?"

"No!" Vivian glanced at Ron. "Ancient necromancy really did exist. Ron is its heir!"

"Successor?" "Is this true, Ron?"

Now that things had progressed to this point, Ron knew that he could no longer hide it any further. With his abilities, anyone who fought with him would know the difference between an ancient Necromancer and a current Necromancer.

He took a deep breath, "That's right, I am the ancient necromancer that you all spoke of!"

Vivian's eyes lit up as she looked at Ron with a smile. She had finally heard him admit that as a researcher in necromancy, there was nothing more exciting than seeing ancient necromancy.

At this moment, Ron thought about it and said, "However, in my eyes, there has never been any difference between ancient Necromancy and current Necromancy. There is only one kind of Necromancy, and the popular Necromancy is wrong!"

"Indeed!" I think, due to the passage of tens of thousands of years, a lot of books on Necromancy have been lost. In the end, after studying and researching it, I found out that there was no real ancient Necromancer, so naturally, no one would point out the errors of Necromancy. In the end, it became like this! "Vivian, isn't it."

Ron looked up in astonishment. He had not expected Dean Platz to infer anything from the slightest clue.

"Yes, Headmaster!" Vivian also had deep admiration for Platz. She had studied the conclusion for ten years before coming to a conclusion, and as soon as she said it, Platz had hit it.

After thinking for a moment, Platz tilted his head and asked, "But then again, Ron, the real Undead Magic has already disappeared for 100,000 years, how do you know about it?" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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