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"What!"

Cardina and Angel were taken aback. This corpse can actually move! "

This corpse was precisely the body that had been refined into a zombie, Aryan. Ron had kept it in the corner all this time, and had not even thought of using it in his battles, not to mention this method of refining someone else's corpse into a tool of combat was too evil for him, and Ron was afraid that no one else would accept it, so he didn't dare to use it.

But now, he couldn't care less.

Ron took a deep breath and said, "This is a zombie that I forged using a secret technique. Not only can it move, he also — to treat us …"

While he was speaking, the zombie Aryan raised its scepter, and a holy white light shone down on the three of them.

A healing spell with traces of light power surrounded the three of them. After a while, the three of them felt their bodies wiggle, and their injuries quickly healed. Ron was alright, but the two girls were stupefied.

"This... Is this also Necromancy? It's too amazing! " Cardina exclaimed.

As for the Holy Church, they began to stir.

"Why is there a priest?"

Mojias rubbed his eyes, "It looks like it was taken out of a space bag!"

"It can't be, how can a space bag contain a living person?" Diallo's face was filled with disbelief.

"That's right. It's not a living person. It's a corpse!" Mojias said in a deep voice.

Diallo still refused to believe it. "No? The corpse can move too? "

At this time, the Holy Church looked at the corpse with a familiar face. Some people exclaimed, "Aryan, isn't that the Aryan priest of the Flash Gold Town cathedral? Why is he here? "

"Yes, he is Father Aryan!"

"Hell, isn't it said that the Aryan priest is already dead? How could it become a corpse that could even move? "

"Aryan?" Mojias frowned, looking at Aryan who was not far away with a thoughtful expression, "Aryan, Flash Gold Town's cathedral, Maple Leaf Town..."

Suddenly, a thought flashed in Mochias' mind, and he shouted, "I know. Father Aryan died in battle at Asinaris, and his body was hidden by Ron and then resurrected by a sinister secret technique. It's like this, it must be so!"

Hearing that, Diallo's face was twisted with anger. "You actually resurrected the body? Undead magic is really a heretic! "

The soldiers of the Holy Church shouted, "Evil heresy is unforgivable!"

Diallo said righteously, "Let us present the will of God to the evil heretic — Necromancer. Ron will be sentenced to death …"

The Holy See's soldiers brought by Diallo sang loudly, "Righteousness, goodness, holiness, faithfulness, love, the descent of the Divine Angels, bringing the will of God, spreading light all over the world, following God's will, letting the good world live forever in depravity …"

Streams of holy power slowly rose up and gathered onto Diallo's body. His body emitted a holy light, and Diallo's face turned grim. Facing Ron, who was as weak as an ant, he swung his sword down.

"Judgement of Justice!"

"Boom —"

The powerful flame smashed down, creating a huge crater in the ground. Ron, Cardina, and Angel felt their bodies lighten as they were thrown into the air.

The fragile defense shattered, and the three of them were unable to get up. Of the three, Ron was the one who had been the most injured, because he had been standing in front of the two women at the last moment.

The zombie Aryan was also struck by the powerful strike. Its body was full of wounds, and even its intestines had started to flow out. It had lost its ability to move.

At the moment, his body could not move at all. Ron raised his head with difficulty, "A master level expert... Too … "Too terrifying …"

Ron finally understood how difficult it was to defeat a master level expert. In a situation where there was no Saint realm expert, a master level expert was unrivalled. It was evident how difficult it was for Hou Meilin to defeat a master level expert.

… ….

He was standing at the window, looking out into the distance. His brow was furrowed, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have deepened.

"Dong Dong Dong …" A series of knocks sounded from the door, causing Pratz to turn his head slightly and say, "Come in!"

As soon as he entered the room, he said to Pratz, "Lord Dean, I have already informed that Sophron, as per your orders, has already left Baroque Academy!"

"En!" "You said he had already left?"

d'Abbs nodded, "Yes, that mage named Sophon from the Royal Palace of the Roland Empire has already left. I watched him leave!"

"What's going on with the battle in the distance?" Platz also knew that things might have changed, so he asked with a frown.

"Are they fighting? Could he have gone and come back? That way, Ron will be in danger! " d'Abbs said, surprised.

"Ron?" A hint of sternness flashed across Platz's face, he was so angry that he started laughing, "What a good palace mage from the Roland Empire, you actually have the guts to ignore my words? "Very good, very good …"

The anger on his face could no longer be contained. The little trick of Sophron to return had aroused Pratz's anger, and his face was filled with a deep killing intent, "In that case, I would like to see how the Roland Empire will explain it to me..."

With a jolt in his mind, Platz's body slowly rose up, and with a whoosh, he quietly disappeared on the spot.

… ….

At that moment, there was the sound of footsteps, Ron opened his eyes slightly, and Diallo appeared in front of him at some point.

There was no emotion in Diallo's eyes. He said coldly, "Evil powers cannot be kept in the world, and we, the Holy Church, have an obligation to eliminate all evil powers. Ron, to reach this point today is purely your fault.

"Regret … Back then, when he was training … Necromancy? " Ron struggled to say a sentence, the corner of his mouth was already bleeding black, he grinned fiendishly, "Haha. If I don't. Training in Necromancy … How could he give it to Zarry … For his grandfather to exact vengeance... Since you … Ask me if I regret it... I can be sure. "I'll tell you …"

"I don't regret it..." Ron almost shouted this out with all his might.

At this moment, Diallo, expressionless, took a step forward and stomped heavily. With a "kacha" sound, Ron's left leg was broken …

"Hmmm —" There was a sharp pain, and Ron almost fainted. The pain in his broken leg made him only moan in a whisper.

"No!" Kadina screamed. She scrambled forward, but Angel held her back. "Don't. "Don't go..."

At this moment, the two girls looked extremely miserable. Their faces were covered in black ash, and their bodies were covered in bruises. The expensive magic robes were also shattered, revealing large patches of snow-white skin.

"Ron, you heretic, I'm going to ask you one more time, do you regret …"

"No regrets..."

With a crack, Ron's right leg was broken again, and Diallo ground his foot hard enough to make Ron wish he were dead.

"Ha... "Ha …" Ron laughed miserably as he raised his eyelids. There was a trace of ridicule in his eyes. "Holy Church, that's all we have left..."

"Ron, don't do this. Hurry up and say you're sorry. I beg you, don't torture him anymore …" She broke down and began to cry loudly.

Diallo's face was filled with a cruel smile. "Although you are not heretics, from the looks of your begging for mercy for this heretic, he has already contaminated you. Don't worry, it will be your turn very soon!" "Since you two are so beautiful, I can promise to give you a complete corpse …"

Diallo turned his head and placed his left leg on Ron's left arm. "Damn heretic, I'll ask you one last time, do you ever regret training in necromancy …"

"No regrets …" I don't regret it. "I will never regret it …" Ron called out three times.

"Crack …" Ka-cha … "Ka-cha …" A stream of sounds rang out. At the foot of Diallo, all of the bones in Ron's body had been shattered. At this moment, he no longer felt any pain, only happiness.

"Haha …" I don't regret it. Holy Church, what else can you do? If you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, I will return it a hundred times, a thousand times … " Ron was hardly human now, but he was raving like a madman.

Angel stared dumbly at the scene, tears welling up in her eyes. Why? Why are you doing this? Angel didn't understand, but of course she would never understand.

"Stubborn and unrepentant!" "I was going to send you to heaven, but now, you can go to hell for me …"

As he spoke, he punched Ron hard in the chest. Ron's eyes widened in frustration, and his body twisted a few times before finally coming to a stop.

Mojias quickly walked over. He checked it and nodded. "It seems he is dead."

Cardina and Angel were already sobbing.

"It's over!" Diallo heaved a sigh of relief. Helping out from his depression, he smiled and said, "We've finally killed the heretic, Necromancer Ron. In that case, we can explain it after returning to the Holy Church …"

"Mochias, this time, you have contributed the most. Do well, and I won't treat you unfairly. After we return to the Holy Church, I'll tell Lord Wharton that I will personally pay you a debt of merit. For this mission, at least half of it will go to you!"

He should have knelt down immediately and thanked him, and Diallo waved him off with a few words of relief. The play would have been complete, but Mochias did not seem to follow his script, and he was a little displeased.

"Mochias, what are you doing? Why aren't you saying anything? " Diallo turned his head in disapproval and saw Mojias standing there in a daze, his mouth wide open, unable to speak. Not only him, but the Holy See behind him was also staring blankly at the sky.

Subconsciously, Diallo looked up into the sky as well, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

At some point, a figure had appeared in the sky. He was floating in mid-air, his face filled with anger. He was the Headmaster of Baroque Academy, a Saint realm expert, a fire elemental Dharma Saint — Platz. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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