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"Lord Platz, you. Are you really going to kill all of them? "

Diallo pushed Mochias out of the way, blocking Pratz's pursuit while he flapped his flaming wings madly and sped up his escape. As he fled, he turned back to Pratz and said.

"You're forcing me!" The Holy Church had secretly come to the Baroque Academy to kill people. This had already exceeded the bottom line that Platz could bear.

Diallo cried out sharply, "Why? Why must you protect this necromancer brat, even going so far as to go against us! "

Looking at Diallo, he said slowly, "The Holy Church is indeed a huge power, it is not that I am not afraid of you. As for Ron, anyone born in this world has their own right to live, and also has the freedom to cultivate. In the Roland Empire, this freedom does not allow anyone to interfere with others' intentions.

Diallo flew at full speed, the Flaming Wings behind him reaching its limit. However, Platz had an indifferent expression, and was getting closer and closer.

Diallo felt a surge of despair. Could it be that in front of a Saint-level combatant, he wouldn't even be able to flee?

"It seems we can only use that final life-saving technique which Lord Wharton gave me!" Diallo hardened his heart, and while fleeing, he took out an object from his spatial space.

It was a scroll, one which had been given to him by Diallo's mentor and superior. Although Diallo didn't know how much this item was worth, judging from the way his mentor, Wharton, had solemnly handed it to him, it definitely wasn't worth much. This scroll was something which Lord Wharton had given him for survival.

However, things had already gotten to this point. Diallo couldn't care so much anymore. Looking at Fa Ma's furious expression, he would definitely treat him as an easy target. No matter how precious the item was, it wouldn't be as important as his own life, right? At this moment, he would use the Return Scroll to protect his life.

However, after successfully killing the Ancient Necromancer, Ron, and completing the mission made Diallo feel a little better. The price for this operation was extremely high. All of these experts had died in Baroque Academy, and they had even obtained a precious teleport scroll.

"Lord Platz, aren't you afraid of provoking the wrath of our Holy Church by doing this? Don't forget that our Holy Church has nine Saints. Once we begin to fight, neither side will be able to gain any benefits … " Diallo said, trying to sound fierce and weak.

Platz snorted coldly, not responding to his words. In this area of the Baroque City, he did as he pleased, without any scruples. For no reason other than because he was a Saint realm expert.

No matter how strong the Holy Church was, they wouldn't be able to threaten him. Besides, Platz wouldn't place the Holy Church in his eyes, and Diallo's threat was just a joke to him.

Diallo also knew this. All he had done was to stall for time. In the span of a single breath, the Return Scroll was pulled apart, revealing its strength as it began to communicate with the entire space.

Diallo's body radiated with a faint blue light, and the light continuously circulated. A mysterious magic formation appeared on his body.

"What?" "This is a Return Scroll?"

"Hahaha!" "That's right..." At this point, Diallo felt reassured. Instead of running away, he stopped running and looked at Platz with a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Lord Platz, I'm leaving now. Are you regretting that you didn't kill me in the first place?"

His figure slowly disappeared into space. As he used the Return Scroll, the spatial energy wrapped around his body like a protective membrane. At this moment, Diallo had no way to attack him.

Platz's face didn't show any shock as he lightly said, "It's not too late to kill you yet …"

With that, he raised both his hands, and a large amount of fire elements gathered in the air and quickly formed a vortex of energy. Under the precise control of the elements, it quickly took the shape of a dragon.

The Fire Dragon spread its wings and let out a heaven-shaking, earth-shaking howl. It charged toward Diallo with tremendous power and might.

"Fiery Azure Dragon!"

My mother, if it hit her in the face, it would be like a pile of ashes, just like Mochias.

For a moment, Diallo had the feeling that he was dying.

But in just a second, he thought of how he had used the Return Scroll. He was currently in a space. He was very confident that his spatial energy would be able to protect him. This made his heart loosen a little.

Boom — — * The Scorching Azure Dragon crashed headfirst into the space where Diallo was. It was as if some force was protecting Diallo, making it impossible for the Fiery Blaze Dragon to charge in again.

A terrifying power radiated from the void, and the blazing flames spread in all directions. Even the air was roasting hot, and the scorching sun once again rose into the sky.

Diallo's expression changed drastically as he did not expect the power of Platz to travel through space and directly into his body. In an instant, the temperature in the space suddenly shot up, and the space he was in was like a hot metal ball.

The power of a Saint realm expert could actually penetrate space?

"Boom — —" The Scorching Azure Dragon welcomed the second explosion. Flames spread in all directions, and the space around Platz distorted with Platz's incomparably powerful strength.

At this last moment, the Return Scroll finally gathered enough strength and released a powerful white light. It twisted through space and began to transmit, and immediately afterwards, with a 'whoosh' sound, Diallo's body disappeared, and everything around him turned into nothingness.

The clouds dispersed, the sky turned green, the fire elements roaming in the air ceased to exist. It seemed as if everything had calmed down. Plaz's face trembled a few times, sighed, and said with regret, "We still let him escape … …"

Fearing that Ron would be in danger, Principal Platz returned to Baroque Academy. He saw that the place where they had battled earlier was covered in wolf carcasses and traces of burning could be seen everywhere.

Ron lay motionless on the ground, dead or alive, with a tearful Cardina and an indifferent Angel beside him.

As Platz's figure slowly descended, Cardina raised her tearful eyes and called out, "Dean Platz!"

Platz nodded, and when he saw Ron lying on the ground, he gasped.

Ron's body was covered in large and small, horrible scars. His chest had caved in, his limbs were broken, his eyes were closed, and his face was as still as a sheet of paper. He looked as if he had died.

He could not suppress the anger in his heart. This damned Holy Church actually dared to do such a thing to a sixteen-year-old child. They were simply not humans, but beasts.

Platz, who was a teacher and a loving teacher, was both stern and concerned about every student as if they were his own children, and he felt a pang of sadness at seeing Ron like this.

Plutz put his hand on Ron's body, feeling for his life. His face was grave.

"Dean Platz!" asked Cardina carefully. "Ron, he... Is everything all right? "

She wanted to say, "Is he dead?" But do you think it's inappropriate to say it out loud, and end up being fine?

After the crisis had passed, Angel returned to her usual cold expression and said, "It's even better if he dies. I can't wait for him to die …"

She was so angry that her face turned red. "Why are you like this? Ron just saved you, and now you're cursing him to die … "

Angel, knowing she was in the wrong, protested, "What does it have to do with you that he's dead? Besides, I wasn't the one who asked him to save me … "

"You — you …" She had never seen anyone who could force someone to take their revenge. Ron had saved her, but not only was he not grateful, he had even spoken harshly to her.

In reality, Angel's hatred for Ron had already decreased quite a bit. However, as the princess of the Roland Empire, she was not allowed to lower her head, so she could only use her tough tongue to cover up the unease in her heart.

Originally, Ron's life was already at its end. With a push of Dean Platz's strength, Ron's heart suddenly throbbed. Even though it was very weak, Platz could still feel it.

Hearing Angel's words, Platz glanced at her and said flatly, "I'm afraid I've disappointed you. Ron's not dead yet!"

"What?" "Ron's not dead?" When Cardina heard this, she was delighted and her face relaxed.

A trace of happiness occupied Angel's heart, but she didn't show it on her face. "It's such a pity that you're still alive from such a heavy injury!"

"Go get the priest!" Platz said.

… ….

Holy Mount Hyjal. The mountain peak was covered in armored snow all year round. A faint mist enveloped it, adding a few traces of sanctity to the mountain.

Wharton nodded, then waved for them to get up.

Right at this moment, a spatial ripple could be heard. Wharton, who was closest to him, suddenly reacted.

Not just Wharton; all of the experts of Mount Hyjal could sense it as well.

"Spatial fluctuations?" Wharton was stunned. There were very few spatial ripples here. After all, who would be able to break through space and arrive here?

"Could it be..." Wharton suddenly thought of something. His heart sank, and he immediately flew in the direction of the spatial ripples. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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