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On the distant dais, Komelin watched the bloody remains fall from the sky, smiled, and said admiringly, "Well done, Ron!"

Hou Meilin changed his tone and said, "But Ron, compared to them, you are still too weak. You still need to work harder. You must strive to become an Arch Magus necromancer in order to defeat them."

"Ugh …"

Rönn was about to modestly reply, but his heart chilled and he quickly replied, "Yes, Grandpa Homerin!"

Hou Meilin smiled as he was very satisfied with Ron's attitude. A seventeen year old necromancer was already a rare existence in the Omorus Continent a hundred thousand years ago. What was there to be dissatisfied with about Ron?

He was just about to say a few words of encouragement when his expression suddenly flickered, and he looked up into the sky.

"That's …"

In the vast sky, the sun had already completely risen. Countless rays of light scattered down from the sky, and in the middle of these rays of light, a majestic figure slowly descended from the sky.

"Saint realm expert?"

Feeling the increasingly terrifying aura from the other party, Hou Meilin's pupils shrank, and he instantly became surprised. His heart sank.

Ron didn't have the ability to recognize a Saint realm expert, but he had already recognized who it was. He had seen this person before.

The hall master of the Holy Church, a Saint-level expert, a fire-style Sword Saint, and Wharton, were all floating in the air, staring at him with cold eyes. It was as though they were the only existences in the world.

"Eh? Who is he? "

"Why are they floating in the air?"

"Is he also a grandmaster level expert?"

They had not realized that the danger was approaching, nor did they expect that the person who had arrived was a Saint realm expert. To them, the fact that they could see a master level expert was already too much for them, not to mention that a master level expert was not a match for Ron.

"It's him. Lord Wharton has come!"

Slow quickly recognized the newcomer, his face revealing a look of surprise and joy.

The chubby Sacred Crusader general said in astonishment, "How is that possible? How could Lord Wharton be here? "

"I don't know why, but it looks like they're dead for sure!"

A hint of hatred appeared on Slow's face. His handsome face was filled with savagery. Wharton's appearance had already determined the fate of many people.

In the human world of Noah Continent, Saint-level combatants were invincible.

On the other side, Juliana smiled.

"Another one is here to die. This one seems to be a great swordsman as well. Oh right, is he from the Holy Church?" "Eh, Elfa, why do you look so pale?"

Juliana said, turning her head, frowning.

"No, that's not right. He's not a Great Sword Master. He's a Saint realm expert!" Elfa looked at the man in the sky and his entire body trembled. His words were a bit sloppy. It was one thing that Juliana didn't know Wharton, but how could Elfa, a senior official of the Roland Empire, not know him?

"Saint realm expert?" Juliana's eyes widened as she cried out.

The person who had just arrived was Wharton. He had just arrived at the battlefield, and the multicolored light which filled the sky illuminated his body with a golden color. He looked like a golden war god bathed in the morning light.

Staring quietly at the shattered pieces of his corpse, Wharton shook his head and sighed. "Alas, in the end, I arrived a bit too late!"

Before coming over, Wharton had learned that three Grandmaster level experts were coming to kill Ron. When he had learned of Ron's true power, Wharton had immediately rushed over, but it was already too late.

The deaths of the three Grand Masters didn't cause Wharton to be moved at all. In truth, at his level of power, there was nothing that could cause him to be moved at all. His gaze shifted slightly, landing on that young man named Ron.

After a year or so, Ron's somewhat childish face had matured. He had short, dark hair, black eyes, a black mage's coat, and long pants. In his hand was an orange-red magic staff.

Wharton had never carefully looked at a person before. He felt that this young man called Ron was very ordinary, not very eye-catching in the human world. His body didn't have the noble aura, on the contrary, it carried a hint of strangeness.

This is Ron? Was this the necromancer from 100,000 years ago, whether it was humans, beastmen, elves, or magical beasts? Was this so-called Necromancer really that powerful?

No matter what, Wharton couldn't link this mysterious, bizarre, and mysterious Necromancer to this extremely ordinary youngster in front of him.

In the past, he hadn't paid any attention to this young man who trained in ancient necromancy. The so-called pursuit of him was nothing more than a response, but now, he truly and truly felt a sense of danger.

This young man grew up very quickly!

Wharton came to a conclusion in his heart. It must be understood that a year ago, he had still been a kid who had been hiding here and there.

"Wharton, Ron's growth is extremely fast. Right now, he already has the power to kill a master level expert!" You must not let your guard down! "

"What we have with the Church of Calamity is not the process of the two factions getting rid of each other, but the absolutely irreconcilable hatred …"

The Holy Emperor's voice constantly echoed in Wharton's mind. At this moment, his eyes flashed, and a powerful killing intent suddenly arose in his heart, causing his eyes to turn blood-red.

Clenching his fists tightly, a powerful aura instantly appeared. A terrifying energy flooded the entire space. For a moment, even the surrounding space was set ablaze, becoming scorching hot.

This was the power of a Saint realm expert! It was beyond the mortal realm.

"What's going on?"

"What a terrifying aura!"

"Is he really a master level expert?"

At this moment, a commotion broke out among the ordinary soldiers of the Ebia. Somehow, this time, the appearance of the figures in the sky made them feel uneasy.

"What a strong aura!"

Staring at Wharton in mid-air, Ron's body was unconsciously drenched in cold sweat, and the staff in his hands couldn't help but begin to tremble. In that instant, he felt the difference in power between him and a Saint-level combatant. This level of difference caused him to feel despair.

"Ron, you won't be able to beat him. Run!"

His voice rose in Ron's heart, a powerlessness that had never occurred to him before.

In a split-second, Ron suddenly turned around and shouted, "All of you, quickly flee! He's a Saint-level expert!"

"Saint realm expert?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the soldiers of the Ebia felt a chill down their spines. Who was a Saint realm expert? He was definitely an invincible existence. Some of the more timid ones started to flee for their lives.

After this shout, Ron's body suddenly turned into a ball of black mist, and he immediately fled into the distance. What colored stone fort? What promise? What student? He completely ignored everything. The most important thing was to protect his own life, his own life could not be saved, everything was just like a floating cloud.

"Trying to run?"

Seeing that Ron had turned into a cloud of black fog and fled far away, Wharton's eyes flashed. His figure flashed, and just as he was about to stop Ron from escaping, a gray figure suddenly flashed out and blocked his path.

"It's really you!" "Speck!"

Wharton recognized the person in front of him. "Haha, after knowing that you became a Saint-level combatant, we of the Radiant Church wanted to recruit you. I didn't expect that you would have already died!" Furthermore, he was refined into a battle puppet by the evil Necromancy Magic. However, Speck, do you really not recognize me? "

Wharton laughed calmly as he spoke.

Speck didn't answer. Slowly, he raised the longsword in his hand. A black arc of light instantly spread out, surrounding Wharton.

"Earth-style domain — Gravity Forbidden Storing!"

"Domain?" You actually managed to comprehend a Domain? " Wharton frowned. Although he knew that Speck had become a Saint-level combatant, he also knew that Speck hadn't been able to come up with a Domain. The sudden appearance of a Domain caused him to feel rather surprised.

"But unfortunately, your domain isn't perfect enough." Wharton laughed, then said, "But Speck, since you are already dead, there's no need for me to be polite."

After speaking, with a wave of his hand, a dark-gold two-handed sword appeared in Wharton's hands. In an instant, the flame energy around his body exploded forth.

Wharton had used the power of fire within Speck's domain, which meant that the opponent's domain was completely unable to restrain him.

Letting out a cold laugh, Wharton raised the longsword in his hand high into the air, then violently swung it downwards.

"Scorching Flame Shattering the City!"

An extremely dazzling beam of light suddenly appeared, and with a scorching heat, it shot towards Speck.

"Boom …"

The powerful flame energy filled the air, and the black ring of light seemed to have split apart, as it was instantly split in half. Wharton's sword had completely destroyed Speck's all-conquering fake domain.

A sun-like ball of light appeared in midair, it was the power of fire that rained down from the sky, like the end of the world, countless fire showers fell from the sky, the people on the ground, regardless of whether they were enemy or foe, both sides were affected, to the Colored Rock Castle, this was more like a disaster.

The Fiery Blaze City Shattering Slash continued on and struck straight at Speck. Speck's body sank like a broken kite as he crashed into a mountain. The blade of his sword slashed across and half of the mountain was flattened as rubble flew everywhere, creating sky-shattering explosions!

The difference between a False Saint like Speck and a true Saint like Saint like Saint realm expert was simply too great. With just one sword attack, he had suffered heavy injuries.

"Flee, quick!"

Seeing such a terrifying might, it was unknown who shouted from within the Ebia. For a moment, everyone was thrown into chaos as they scrambled to run out.

Juliana was dumbstruck. She had never thought that Ron's corpse puppet would be defeated so quickly in front of a Saint realm expert. According to her prediction, even if Ron lost, there would still be some battles between the two.

"Eldest Miss, let's run!" Elfa, who knew how terrifying Wharton was, wiped the sweat off his face and said.

On the chaotic battlefield, Ron was equally stupefied. He hadn't thought that Speck would lose so quickly. He had originally hoped that it would hold off for a while, so that he could escape. Unfortunately, Wharton hadn't given him a chance.

Staring at the figure in the sky, Ron swallowed hard.

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