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eadx ();? It seems that Ron has grown to be a difficult opponent! " The Judge of Light, Nod, paused for a moment, then said, "He actually was able to kill Wharton …"

"I have to avenge Wharton …" Within the Holy Church, she and Wharton had the best relationship, and Wharton's departure was something she was somewhat unable to accept.

At this time, in the Hall of Honor, the leader of the Holy Knights, Boulder, stood up and walked outside without saying a word.

"Lord Borde, where are you planning to go?"

Boyd's body froze for a moment. His eyes flashed with killing intent: "Your Holiness, is there even a need to say that?" I want to kill Ron and avenge Wharton … "

"If the strong elites of the Roland Empire are determined to protect the heretic Ron, I don't mind killing them all. Even if we have to start a war with the Roland Empire, we won't hesitate …"

"Your Majesty, please leave this matter to me …" Although Boulder's expression was calm, his voice was firm.

The face of the Holy Emperor, Ernst, slowly grew tense.

"I'll go as well..." Imena stood up as well.

"Sit down!" Ernst's voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with authority.

Imena was shocked. "His Holiness …"

"Sit down!"

The scepter in Ernst's hand trembled. He was infuriated, a rare sight.

Seeing the Pope angry, Bord and Imena exchanged a glance and obediently returned to their seats. They didn't dare disobey the Pope's orders.

Right now, the face of the Holy Emperor, Ernst, was somewhat calmer. He lowered his voice and said, "Your relationship with Wharton is not bad, and I know this. I can understand why you want to avenge Wharton. If it were in the past, I definitely wouldn't have stopped you, but now …" "The situation has changed …"

"Do you know how Wharton died?" Ernst asked meaningfully.

Boulder and Imena shook their heads. They had just received the news and hadn't had the time to calm down yet. Only after careful thought did they realize that there were many things that weren't right.

"Can it be that Ron has already become a Saint-level expert?" Imena asked coldly.

Boulder turned to look at him, eager to get the answer from the Pope.

"No!" The Pope shook his head and sighed, "According to the reports from the battle ahead, Ron has the ability to turn corpses into warriors …"

"Can you turn a corpse into a warrior?" Imena was finally moved. She gritted her teeth and said, "Not bad, such an evil magic and ritual can only be done by the devil …"

"As far as I know, the combat prowess of these corpses is closely related to their strength when they were alive, and right now, Ron has a very strong corpse in his hands, so …" At this point, the Pope paused and revealed a painful expression.

At this point, everyone understood that this was a powerful corpse that even Wharton couldn't defeat.

Now the two finally calmed down and began to face their opponent, Ron.

In front of them was a Saint-level combatant in every sense of the word. In front of that corpse, Wharton wasn't even able to flee, which meant that the corpse might be even more powerful than a Saint-level combatant.

"Of course not!" "Wharton's death is related to the face of the Holy Church. If everyone in the world were to know that a Saint-level combatant of the Holy Church had died, how would they react to us?"

The Pope's words were very truthful. They made it difficult for everyone to raise their heads, so they all fell silent.

At this time, Judge Ivan, who had been silent the whole time, said, "Your Holiness, what do you plan to do?"

Pope Ernst slowly raised his head, a hint of light in his murky eyes. His gaze swept across everyone as he spoke coldly.

"Ron's appearance is an unprecedented enemy of the Church in the past thousand years. Due to our negligence before, he's now fully grown. As the person in charge of the Church, I have to take responsibility for this …"

After saying that, Ernst slowly stood up and slowly took off the crown.

Everyone looked at each other and took a deep breath.

At this moment, Ernst's old voice rang out once more. "Ron's appearance has already disrupted the world's order, causing light and justice to be challenged. When the world is caught up in the darkness and evil, it is the source of mankind's corruption …"

At this moment, the Pope straightened his body. "We are the people of the God of Light, the incarnation of justice. We have the responsibility to expel all sins and save the souls of humans that have fallen into hell …"

Ernst's words were very righteous and loud, and his statement was unanimously approved by everyone.

At this moment, Judge Brightlord Nord stood up and said, "The most urgent matter is to communicate with the Roland Empire as soon as possible and ask them to hand over Ron in the name of the Holy See …"

"Yes!" Judge Ivan said, "In addition, I want to add something. We have to seal off the news as soon as possible, so as to not let anyone know that Rowan has the ability to kill Wharton …"

Imena frowned. "There are a hundred thousand people watching this battle at the Multicolored Stone Castle. How can we seal it off?"

Ernst sighed. "Do your best!"

… ….

"This is Baroque Academy …"

In front of the large gates to Barofax Academy, Ron pointed at the academy as he spoke to the one hundred and twenty-four students behind him.

These students were wearing tattered clothes. From afar, they looked like a bunch of beggars. However, there was a trace of fanaticism and a trace of piety in their eyes.

A series of exclamations came from the mouths of these students. The door was not imposing and solemn, but a wave of thick scent of books assaulted their nostrils, and the clear sounds of reading coming from inside sounded so pleasing to their ears. The children's eyes shined brightly; this was the hall in their hearts.

"She's so beautiful …"

Page's eyes were shining, and the thought of spending a few years here excited him.

"Elder sister, did you see that? I've finally arrived at Baroque Academy. What I've learnt is Necromancy, the real Necromancy … "

Stepping through the academy's gates and walking on the wide streets of the academy, the Baroque Academy students consciously made a path for them. They shot astonished gazes at the children who came from Ebia.

"What's going on?" How could the academy allow a group of beggars to enter? " A noble student had a face full of indignation. Walking with those people seemed to be humiliating his identity.

"Shh …" Keep your voice down, you see that guy walking in front? It's Ron! " "Another student lowered his voice and said." He's the one who took first place in the last Academy Ranking Tournament, Ron.

"Ron, that legendary Necromancer? Didn't he go out to recruit new students? Oh! "I understand, these are their students …" The noble student said in realization.

"Vivian, take them to the dorm and settle down. I'll go find Vice Dean d'Abbs …"

Ron told Vivian after taking his students on a tour of the campus.

"Alright!" Vivian smiled and agreed. She had been a teacher for many years and was very familiar with the academy's system.

"Dong, dong, dong …"

"Come in!"

Dabbs was busy, and when Ron knocked on the door, he was still complaining about why there were so many things going on this year.

"Vice-Principal d'Abbs …" Ron came in smiling.

"Hm!" "Hmm?"

It was a strange, yet familiar voice. He looked up, startled, and then said happily, "Ron? "You're back!"

Ron nodded and smiled sheepishly. "Just got back!"

"Looking at your face full of happiness, the recruitment should have gone smoothly …"

"It went smoothly! He has recruited a hundred and twenty-four students... " said Ron.

"One hundred and twenty-four students isn't too bad either. It's good enough that you managed to recruit them!" He paused for a moment, then laughed, "Our undead division has never had so many students before …"

When he saw that Ron had succeeded in becoming a mentor for Necromancy, Dabbs was genuinely happy for him. He was also very interested in Necromancy.

"Bring them to handle the formalities first, I'll handle the rest …" Dabbs said.

"Thank you, Vice Principal!"

"Then that's it!" He waved his hand. "I still have some work to do. I'll look for you when I'm done …"

After a while, when d'Abbs looked up and saw that Ron was still there, he frowned and said unhappily, "Ron, why are you still here? Can't you see that I'm busy? "

"Ugh …" This... "Vice Principal..." said Ron, embarrassed. "I have something very important to do. It's like this... "Can you help me introduce him to Principal Platz..."

As a Saint realm expert, Principal Platz naturally wasn't someone that just anyone could see. He was the only one receiving visitors, and no one else had come to see him. As Ron was, he needed to be introduced to Vice President d'Abbs.

"Meet the dean?" "Lord Headmaster's time is very precious. Do you have any important matters?"

Ron nodded, "It's something important!"

"What important matter do you have? Tell me about it? " said d'Abbs disapprovingly.

"Ugh …" "This..."

Ron hesitated for a moment, then squeaked, "Yes. It was … I... "I accidentally killed a Saint realm expert …"

"Puff …"

Before he could finish, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward.

Ron panicked, "Vice President... Vice Principal, what's wrong with you? "

… ….

Asked for details, Dabbs didn't dare delay and told Ron to wait in his office while he reported the matter to Pratz, the dean.

As soon as Platz heard this, he summoned Ron.

In Dean Platz's office, the dean had talked to him for a long time. During the course of the conversation, the vice principal, Dabbs, was not qualified to be present to listen, and the content of the conversation was known only to the dean and Ron.

Early the next morning, Ron appeared in the Undead division's classroom in high spirits.

"Instructor Ron!"

The students of the Necromancy Department were already there. The usually empty classroom was suddenly filled to the brim, which made Ron somewhat uncomfortable.

Standing on the podium of the Undead division classroom, Ron felt a myriad of emotions as he looked at the pairs of eyes that were filled with yearning for knowledge.

He cleared his throat and said, "Students, first of all, congratulations to you. From today onwards, you will become students of Baroque Academy!"

The applause was loud, and the faces of all the students were full of excitement. Vivian, Ron's assistant teacher, had tears on her face, and she had held on too long for this day.

A hundred thousand years later, this was the first time that necromancy appeared on the platform.

The image of Komelins appeared behind Ron, smiling at the excited children, glancing at him approvingly, a smile in his eyes, his body fading as he returned to his soul ring.

This was a stage that belonged to Ron, and he was going to shine on it.

He let everyone quiet down as he continued, "Everyone knows me now, so I won't say any unnecessary words. Now, let's start the class and open the book on your table, first page …"

"The author of this book is a true master of necromancy. His strength has already reached the Saint realm. His name is — Hou Meilin. He is also my mentor …"

Ron changed the subject and introduced Homer.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

The students gasped in surprise. They didn't think that the one who taught them necromancy would be a Saint realm expert. Their learning became even more vigorous.

"... We have already learned how to cultivate and use soul force. What we should talk about now is the application of Necromancy in actual combat — — Skeleton Summoning Technique … "

(End of third volume)

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