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With a loud bang, a pile of corpses flew out from the alleyway, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold and a wave of fresh blood.

"Frost Nova!"

Under the powerful icy power, even those who were far away and were injured by the heavy soldier's death or death would be frozen by the extremely cold icy power, unable to move at all. In an instant, in just a moment, dozens of people fell.

At this moment, a thin and frail figure slowly walked out from the alley with a cold expression on his face.

At that moment, the soldiers of the 19th Legion, who were fighting in the alley, turned their heads in astonishment and looked at the calm face of Ron.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes focused on Ron, and for a moment Ron was the center of attention.

"You — what did you do?" A soldier came back to his senses and said with a trembling voice.

"It's nothing, I just killed some scum!" "Now, it's your turn!"

Ron's attitude infuriated all the soldiers of the 19th Legion vanguard, and for a moment the crowd surged, and the soldiers looked at Ron with murderous eyes.

"How reckless!"

"Kill him, he's alone!"

Some of the soldiers, unable to hold back any longer, lunged at Ron with weapons in their hands.

Lifting his head slightly, a hint of coldness flashed through Ron's eyes. His hand hidden in his sleeve slowly withdrew, sneering, "Perhaps, I should send all of you to hell …"

The orange-red staff in his hand radiated a piercing light, and his soul force twined around it, causing a heart-tearing and lung-splitting wail. Immediately after, the ground where Ron was standing on began to stir in an unusual way.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Numerous skeletons emerged from the ground and stood up one by one, as if they were spirits from hell. It was clad in heavy armor and held a long bone sword in its hand. Its eyes shone with a faint green light.

"What is this?" A soldier was startled.

"He's dead for sure!" The other soldier's face lit up.

For some reason, the moment Ron's Skeleton appeared, everyone relaxed. Everyone knew that Necromancers were a true trash class.

"Kill —"

The soldiers of the 19th Army all rushed towards those skeletons.

Under the control of Ron's soul force, the head of the Black Knight raised his spear and pounced towards the soldiers, bringing with it a strong gust of wind.

As soon as they came into contact with Ron's skeleton, it was the boastful Nineteenth Legion's turn to be shocked.

The skeletons raised the long swords in their hands and chopped down the soldiers one by one. Due to the earlier underestimation, the soldiers of the 19th Legion were caught unprepared.

The soldiers were completely dumbfounded. Wasn't Necromancy the most trash class in the world? The skeletons they summoned were just skeletons, but now …

The fierceness of the Skeleton Bravehearts shocked everyone, especially the Dark Knights. It was like a natural born commander, and under its lead, the skeletons were unstoppable, killing a man from the 19th Legion's Heavy Infantry soldiers. Many people didn't even have time to react.

The Dark Knight was like an invincible war chariot. All the enemies that got close to him were either sent flying or killed by him on his long lance. The Skeleton Bravehearts closely followed behind him and coordinated with him.

"Heavens!" Is this the power of a Necromancer? This … What's going on? " A soldier cried out in alarm. He was currently entangled with a Skeleton Braveheart, and he could feel an increasing strength from his opponent. This strength was on par with his.

"This isn't a Necromancer!" Absolutely not! " The other soldier's eyes were filled with fear. At that moment, he felt a sharp pain on his back as a bone sword stabbed deep into his back.

The soldier's eyes were filled with an intense unwillingness as he fell to the ground.

On the battlefield, the sounds of clashing weapons rang out incessantly, and screams of agony could be heard from time to time. These were the sounds of Holy Empire's 19th Legion soldiers as they were forced back step by step. They were chased out of the alley and forced into the slanted passageway by Ron.

At this moment, the 19th Legion finally realized what kind of enemy they were facing.

The most worrisome thing was their terrifying numbers. Under the summons of the Necromancer, the skeletons continued to slow down, and as if they didn't need any money, they scrambled to climb up from the ground.

Each time a wave of skeletons crawled out from the ground, the soldiers' hearts would suddenly jump. They felt that the enemy's skeleton was like a bottomless pit, annihilating and summoning batch after batch, as if there was no limit to it, and the scariest thing was that knight clad in heavy black armor, who didn't know what kind of creature it was, since it wasn't a human, but its attack and defense were very strong, just like a killing machine that could never be tired.

Ron was chanting an incantation, summoning the Skeleton Bravehearts in batches. In reality, he couldn't even support the summoning of such a large skeleton legion. His soul force had already been depleted, but luckily, his soul ring was still holding up.

In Ron's mind, he had always been curious about the origin of the soul ring. The soul ring could give him endless power, and that power was what he needed. What exactly was the power that could give such power?

Ron succeeded in controlling the situation and began a partial counterattack, the scales of the war beginning to tilt toward Manchester. At this moment, a few brave residents stuck their heads out and looked at the scene. Their faces were still filled with fear and uncertainty.

"Hey, isn't that the Necromancer that Second Miss brought back?" He actually has such a powerful strength? "

"It seems like this Necromancer isn't an ordinary person. Look, with just his strength alone, he was able to defeat so many soldiers!"

"Just now, when he was recruiting there, I didn't even let my son register. It seems like I've really made a mistake!"

"It would be great if I could learn half of Professor Ron's abilities, but why do I feel like he's much stronger than most professionals …"

The people in Manchester began to discuss in hushed tones. Some of them saw the power that Ron had displayed and regretted their hasty decision. This necromancy was not as terrible as they had imagined. It had even completely overturned the impression of necromancy in their hearts.

The eyes of the children lit up. Ron's heroic appearance had penetrated deep into their young hearts. At this moment, they had taken Ron as their idol, and quite a few of them had already made up their minds.

"I can't believe it, I can't believe it, this Undead Magic —" The old man was dumbstruck. Under Ron's overwhelming strength, he was glad for the decision he had made just now.

At this moment, someone tugged at the corner of his shirt, and his grandson raised his head, saying very seriously, "Grandpa, I want to learn Teacher Ron's Necromancy Magic!"

This was the first time he realized how powerful the skeletons were. Not to mention a beginner swordsman, even an advanced swordsman would have a hard time killing a skeleton, not to mention the Skeleton Knight, who was charging left and right in the crowd.

Page could feel that the strength of the "Skeleton Knight" summoned by Ron had already reached the level of a master. As for classes below the level of a master, they would be instantly killed.

He didn't expect that the Necromancy Magic would be this strong. Looking at the scene in front of him, Page felt a sense of surrealism.

Is this really Necromancy?

He clenched his fists and a hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes. He secretly made up his mind …

The toughness of the skeletons made them very difficult to deal with, especially the terrifying number of skeletons. The increase in the number of skeletons caused a qualitative change, which caused the fighting strength of the skeletons to skyrocket. The number of skeletons increased, already surpassing the total number of soldiers of the 19th army.

At this moment, the number of the 19th Legion's vanguard had dropped to more than three hundred, and piles of mutilated bodies were lying on the ground. Of course, Ron had also lost a lot of his skeletons, and after the skeletons were killed, they would turn into a cloud of black smoke and disappear into the air. Summon …

As the number of skeletons increased, the 19th Legion's vanguard team finally reached a critical point. At this moment, their fighting will began to waver.

The frontliners of the 19th Legion were all outstanding soldiers, but no one could bear the loss of lives in a hopeless battle. The enemy's unending stream of skeletons terrified them, a fear of unknown power.

Finally, the 19th Legion's vanguard team collapsed. First one, then another, then a third … More and more people started showing expressions of intense fear.

"Run!"

"He's a devil …"

The frontliners of the 19th Legion ran in all directions, crying for their mothers and fathers, wishing they could give them some more legs. Some of them just rolled down the sloping aisle.

"They're running away!"

The morale of Manchester was greatly shaken. Many soldiers of the Ebia Rebellion rushed out and launched their attacks on the 19th Army. Some women and children rushed out of their homes, picked up rocks from the ground and threw them.

Anyone would know how to beat a drowning dog!

"Whooosh."

Ron was secretly relieved. He kept summoning, and his face was also a little tired. Looking at the fleeing soldiers of the 19th Legion, he finally let out a smile.

With a single man, Ron had managed to turn the tide of the battle and help Manchester turn the tide.

Inside the command post, everyone was beaming with joy, except for Laoclen, whose face was a little gloomy. He didn't know why, but he couldn't get happy when he saw Ron victorious.

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