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Gripping his beating heart tightly, Wharton forced himself to calm down. After a while, he asked, "So …

"Your Holiness, how did you know about this?"

Ernst did not answer. He slowly raised his finger and pointed to the sky.

"Upstairs?" Wharton was startled.

Ernst nodded slowly.

"Ha ha!"

Ernst chuckled, gave him a meaningful glance, and asked, "What do you think?"

Wharton shook his head. "Do I still believe that even if Ron really does become an expert on his side, that doesn't mean he knows about the past!"

"You're wrong!" Ernst shook his head as well. "The mysteriousness and power of Necromantic Magic is unimaginable. Ron will definitely begin to search for the truth behind the disappearance of Necromantic Magic. By then, whatever he knows, he'll know …"

Ernst continued, "I have no intention of evaluating what the first Pope did, but what has already happened is irrevocable. The only thing we can do is to prevent it from happening!"

As he spoke, the face of the Holy Emperor, Ernst, was filled with a solemn, desolate aura.

After a moment of silence, Wharton said, "Lord Pope, I will bring you Ron's head!"

"Don't capture him alive, we only want to see his corpse …" "Wharton, do you need me to send another Saint-level combatant to assist you?"

"No need!" Wharton straightened his body, then said loudly and powerfully, "Since Ron is out of the borders of the Roland Empire, without Platz's protection, I won't waste any effort to take care of him …"

… ….

Outside the Twilight Zone, the sounds of slaughter shook the heavens as countless skeletons surged towards the city walls like a tide.

"This... There are really too many of these skeletons! " A soldier on the top of the city wall said in fear, his scalp going numb as he looked at the mass of black skeletons below.

"Damn it, these fellows who aren't afraid of death are really difficult to deal with …" His body trembled uncontrollably. The sword in his hand had already killed several skeletons.

The skeletons disappeared into a ball of black smoke, giving him a feeling as if he had just been hit in the air. However, the wounds on his body were real pain.

"What should we do?"

A layer of haze hung over all the defenders of Twilight Zone.

From the high platform, he could see the entire battlefield clearly. At this moment, his entire body was surrounded by soul force, his pupils had turned green, he was holding the orange staff in his hand, his soul force was surging out crazily, a large number of skeletons were crawling up from the ground, rushing towards the city like an endless sea of skeletons.

Like ants, the Skeleton Warriors swarmed towards the top of the city. Some of them had already reached the top of the city walls, and behind them stood the fully armed rebel army of Ebia. They were looking at this scene with a serious expression on their faces, as if they were ready to launch a tidal wave of attacks at any moment when the city was breached.

Using a large number of fearless skeletons to wear down the opposing party's resistance would mean that the moment the other party was unable to endure any longer would be the moment of their destruction. This was what the Ebia's Rebellion had done in the previous city siege battles.

"This Ron is really very powerful! I never thought that he would actually have this kind of ability … " Juliana, the commander of the Ebia Rebellion, stood on the other side, silently looking at Ron on the dais, and murmured, "It seems that it is a good thing that my children are learning necromancy from him!"

Juliana thought, when she had countless Necromancers under her, what would it be like for them to summon large numbers of skeletons at the same time?

At this thought, Juliana's heart began to stir, and her confidence in the restoration of her country increased by quite a bit.

"Do you have any archers or mages? Quickly kill that Necromancer!" At the top of the city walls, some soldiers started shouting. At that moment, they understood that the only way to stop these crazy skeletons was to kill the one controlling them.

As soon as the archers heard the order, they hastily drew their bows and nocked their arrows. The mages trembled as they raised their magic staffs, and for a moment, countless long-range attacks rained down on Ron.

"It's too late to think of long-range attacks!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Countless magic and dou qi powers struck the bone wall, causing it to tremble and crack. However, something strange happened. The bone wall gradually reverted back to its original form under the astonished gaze of the crowd.

"What the hell!"

"Bastard..."

Holy Empire's soldiers atop the city walls began to curse in succession. They were all puzzled. Just where did the Ebia find such a powerful necromancer to be so strong?

At this moment, the Skeleton Mage that Ron summoned suddenly displayed its might. Countless spells rained down on the city walls, causing the Holy Empire soldiers on top of the city walls to be blown up.

Nearly a thousand skeleton mages attacked at the same time. Even if it was the lowest grade of magic bullets, they wouldn't be able to withstand it.

The entire city was like a blossoming flower. Under everyone's stupefied gaze, Ron performed a perfect magic feast.

Finally, the defenders of Twilight City could no longer hold on. Facing the continuous onslaught of magical attacks, their willpower wavered. Some timid soldiers shouted loudly and retreated quickly, but were immediately killed by the supervising officers with a single sword strike.

Disorderly, even more disordered, Juliana's face finally lit up with joy. She, who had been through many battles, had already seen the light of victory.

"Rumble ~ ~ ~" The undefended city gate finally collapsed with a bang.

"The city is broken, the city is broken!"

Warm cheers came from the Ebia's Resistance Army. In a split-second, everyone's fighting spirit was ignited by the raging flames.

Juliana, Elfa and others couldn't help but glance at Ron. It seemed that victory was too easy.

Juliana was staring at Ron with her wonderful eyes, full of admiration, while Catherine, beside her, looked as if she had nothing to do with it, in stark contrast to her sister.

Suppressing the raging jealousy in his heart, Lao Kreen waved his sword. "Charge!" As he said this, he clamped his legs together and charged out in front.

In spite of his great discomfort, Laughan knew that this was not the time to be sentimental.

At this moment, the rebel army finally made their move. The recuperating army roared as they charged into Twilight City like tigers descending a mountain, slaughtering the retreating defenders of Holy Empire into corpses.

After half an hour of fierce battle, the flag of the people that looked like the royal family of Aibia was finally floating high above the city walls.

The battle lasted for more than three hours before it finally came to an end. The rebel army of Ebia actually suffered zero casualties. The tired-looking Ron walked down from the platform, and the densely packed Skeleton Bravehearts also successfully retreated, turning into a cloud of black smoke and disappearing into the air.

Lifting his head slightly, Ron saw a familiar figure and saw that Juliana was standing in front of him. With a caring expression, she sincerely said, "Ron, thank you. Well done!"

Hypocritical!

He already knew that this woman had been scheming against someone, and this time, the so-called help was just to make use of it. For a moment, the position of the female mage who had once been so high and mighty in his heart had dropped by quite a few levels, and the feeling of her as a child no longer existed.

"Woman, you're just a woman after all!"

For some reason, Juliana saw the slightly contemptuous look in Ron's eyes, but her heart involuntarily began to beat wildly. The look in her eyes made her feel very uncomfortable.

"What's going on?" Juliana's eyes were averted, and there was a momentary fluster.

Gritting her teeth, Juliana suppressed her excitement and forced a smile on her face, "No, don't worry, Ron, I will keep my promise …"

Ron, no longer interested in talking to the woman, turned and walked away.

Seeing Ron's back turn away, Juliana cursed herself for being so shameless as to drag someone else into the war for her own sake. She wanted to stop Ron, but the words would not come out of her mouth.

With a slight movement of her body, Juliana felt that her body was being held by someone. She turned around and saw that it was Elfa.

"What's wrong?" Elfa gently hugged the beauty in her arms and sniffed her fragrant hair.

"It's nothing!" Not in the least in the mood, Juliana gently opened her arms from Elfa's embrace, turned to him, smiled, and said, "Let's go into the city!"

Seeing that Juliana had taken the initiative to leave his embrace, a trace of unhappiness flashed through Elfa's eyes. Back in the Roland Empire, the two of them were like a couple who had fallen in love, but now, they seemed like strangers.

"Alright!" Elfa nodded slightly. He guessed that Juliana wanted to maintain her image in front of the crowd.

The two of them quickly left as well, walking through the smoky battlefield as they slowly entered Twilight City.

Not far away, a jealous Lauren stood watching quietly, his fists clenched and his veins bulging.

"Elfa …"

… ….

Ron followed the soldiers of the rebel army into Twilight Zone, and they greeted him warmly as they walked.

"Lord Ron!"

"Lord Ron, you've worked hard!"

"Lord Ron, would you like to help?"

"..."

After the past few days of interaction, Ron's strength and performance had been noticed by the soldiers. Towards this powerful Necromancer, the soldiers had already retracted their contempt. Their eyes were filled with deep respect when they spoke to Ron.

Respect for the strong was a habit of everyone in Noah Continent, and for these soldiers of Ebia, Ron's existence was not simply respect for the strong. They knew that if it weren't for Ron, even if they could invade Twilight Zone, the casualties would have been great.

"Thank you everyone, no need for that!"

Ron nodded slightly, his heart warm, as he looked at the flecks of reverence in his eyes. He hoped that one day these respectful glances would be directed not at himself, but at his necromancy. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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