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"Don't panic, these skeletons don't have any strength to fight back, break it for me …" The man in black was obviously well-informed as he shouted.

"Go to hell!" The brown-haired man sneered as he slashed with his sword. The tip of his sword drew a silver light. In his imagination, this skeleton would be easily hacked into two halves.

Clang! The brown-haired man didn't expect anything to happen. He saw that the bone sword in the skeleton warrior's hand had been blocked, leaving slight traces of sparks.

The brown-haired man was obviously stunned. "What?"

At this moment, the second Skeleton Warrior had already circled behind him, and raised the bone sword in its hand high in the air.

The brown-haired man felt as if the world was spinning around him. But then, he realized that he didn't know anything at all. His head had been chopped off, and blood was wildly spurting out.

The two Skeleton Fighters coordinated and killed each other in one shot.

The man in black gawked, so did the butler. Even Ron, whose body was under control, gawked, even though he wasn't the cause of all this.

The head and body of an Apprentice Thief were easily separated by two Skeleton Warriors.

"This... How is that possible? " The black-clothed man's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. In his image, necromancy was just an ancient joke. Most of its legends only existed in novels.

Actually, it wasn't just him. Basically, everyone on the Noah Continent thought that the so-called powerful Necromancy Magic was just a legend. In reality, it was just a fake, and its value was only in research.

The body of the brown-haired man collapsed, and Ron saw the terrified face of the man in the lead.

"Impossible, this is impossible. Necromancers, how can we fight?" The black-clothed man's teeth chattered as he took a step back. His body was also trembling non-stop. His sixth sense told him that the kid in front of him was extremely dangerous.

"You will be next …" "Ron," the husky voice said again, and he held out a hand to point at the man in black.

The four Skeleton Fighters turned their heads in unison, their eight glowing green eyes aimed at him. Letting out a shriek, they suddenly launched an attack.

"Not good, quickly flee..."

The black clothed man only had one thought in his mind, and that was to run. Run far away, and never face this terrifying child again.

"Hehe …" Do you think you can escape? " Ron, who was possessed, smiled and made a gesture with his right hand. Two words came out of his mouth, "Bone Prison!"

The man in black felt his body sink, something seemed to slow him down, and then his vision blurred. Something like a cage suddenly sprang out from the ground and tightly stuck him in place, making him unable to move.

"What is this?"

The terrified man in black felt that something was wrong. He grabbed the edge of the bone prison with both hands, but even with all his strength, he was still unable to break free.

"Shatter it..."

The man in black gritted his teeth, pulled out his sword from his waist and fiercely slashed towards the bone prison.

Kacha ~ ~ ~ ~ The bone prison was actually cut by him, creating a small hole.

"It can be opened..." The black-clothed man was overjoyed, and was about to slash again, but he didn't know that a few black shadows had already appeared around him.

"No …" "Don't..." The black-clothed man already understood what he was about to face. The four Skeleton Warriors raised their swords and fiercely stabbed him, who was trapped by the bone prison, to no avail. The most terrifying thing was that the black-clothed man found out that he had nowhere to hide.

"Pu …" Pu … "Puff …"

Four swords from different angles pierced through his body. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and his eyes were filled with disbelief. Even at his death, he could not believe that he had died under the hands of a useless Necromancer.

"This... Is this still a Necromancer? "

The black clothed man's eyes were filled with a look of unwillingness and also a trace of confusion.

Skeleton Fighters didn't have any emotions. They only knew how to carry out the Summoner's orders. Taking out their long swords, their dark green eyes once again focused on the last person, the butler of the Nacar Manor.

"It's too late to admit your wrongs. Let me send you on your way …" The four Skeleton Fighters slowly approached the chief steward, and 'Ron', who was possessed by Homelin, was completely unmoved.

As the Chief Steward knelt down, his eyes flashed with an undetectable cold light. And this cold light was caught by Huo Merlin, who had read countless people.

Just as the Chief Steward thought the other man was losing his vigilance, he moved, and a glinting dagger flew out of his sleeve, thrusting directly at Ron.

"Humph, a little geisha …" Even if Homelin had not been prepared, he would not have fallen on a small dagger.

"Bone Shield!"

A shield made of bones appeared out of thin air in front of Ron, but it didn't go that well.

The dagger went right through the bone shield and went straight for Ron.

Hou Meilin frowned. He was not in a hurry. He moved to the side and dodged the dagger. The main butler stabbed at empty space.

It was impossible for anything to go wrong with the Little Demon Empress, but he could not be blamed. After all, it was not his own body, so it was impossible for him to make such a huge mistake.

When Hou Meilin looked again, the main butler had already escaped dozens of meters away. He was running with his life on the line, and the power and terror of necromancy had scared him out of his wits.

"Hmph …" If you want to escape, it won't be that easy... " Hou Meilin coldly snorted.

"Bone Thrust …"

A black light shot out from his hand like a meteor catching up with the moon and the moon as it headed straight for the main butler.

The Chief Steward's figure froze. The bone spike that Huo Meilin had shot out had easily pierced him, but he endured the pain without making a sound. What was a bit of pain to his life?

The head steward didn't stop for a moment. He immediately ran far away.

"He actually escaped …" Hou Meilin felt a little indignant, but also a little helpless.

"Forget it..." He could not possibly control this unfamiliar body of Ron to chase after him. Even if he did, he would not be able to catch up, and it would be good enough for him to be able to keep his life.

After Hou Meilin withdrew his magic, the few Skeleton Warriors turned to dust and disappeared into the wind.

Although Ron's body could not move, his eyes were focused on "himself" and he could not believe that it was "himself" who had caused all of this.

"It's safe now, Ron, I'm going to get out of your body." Komelin laughed.

Ron felt his body go limp, as if all his strength had been sucked out of him, and he slumped to the ground.

Ron, who had regained control of his own body, felt an excruciating pain in his left hand, because of the dislocated hand.

Ron gritted his teeth, pressed down with his good right hand, twisted hard, and there was a pop as the dislocated bone returned to its original position, but Ron was already sweating with pain.

"Heh heh, Ron, I didn't think that you would know how to connect bones …" "Such a strong child, this kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear …"

At the same time, he appeared in front of Ron.

It wasn't surprising that Ron could connect bones. As a homeless child, many of the necessary skills to survive were required.

Rönn suppressed his excitement and got up immediately. He directly knelt down in front of Huomelin and said sincerely, "Grandpa Huomelin, I … I want to acknowledge you as my teacher... "

"Hehe …" "Ron, don't you want to become a 'great' magician? Why would you learn necromancy from me? "

Ron was indeed shocked by the magic of the dead, and no one felt the mystery and power of the dead more deeply than he did.

He scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Grandpa Hou Meilin, I was wrong. Undead magic is very powerful, even more powerful than mages."

"Hehe, Ron, you are wrong on this point. There is no such thing as the strongest magic, only the strongest mage. Whether or not Necromancy is stronger than magic depends on who uses it …" Komelin said with a smile.

However, there was a trace of confusion in Hou Meilin's heart. Looking at those few people just now, they clearly knew that they might have seen Necromancy Magic before, but why did they think that Necromancy Magic was a useless magic? Then why did he panic? Homerin could not understand.

"Grandpa Hou Meilin, can you teach me necromancy?" Ron saw that Komelin had fallen silent, and was afraid that this opportunity would blow over again, so he begged.

"Hehe, of course you can, but …" Komelin said with a smile.

He said this because he had met a wandering magician before, and at first he said he could teach him, but at once he asked for seven hundred gold, and when he heard that Ron had no money, he turned and left.

I'm just a soul, why would I need money? He laughed and said, "Heh heh, Ron, I don't want money …"

"Well, Grandpa Komelin, what do you want?" Ron's eyes blazed with hope again when he heard that he didn't want money.

"I only have one condition." Hou Meilin smiled as he stretched out a finger, "If you join the Church of Calamity, I'll teach you necromancy …"

"Uh, what is the Church of Calamity?" Ron asked casually.

"Heh heh... The Church of Calamity is not a thing … " But as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he had said something wrong. He immediately coughed and interrupted, "Don't change the subject. Are you going to join in or not?"

"I will add... "I'll join …" As long as he joined a church, he would be able to learn such powerful undead magic. How could Ron not do something that he could understand even with his ass alone? The most important thing was that only by learning Necromancy and gaining a strong power would he be able to avenge his grandfather. Thinking of his grandfather, Ron's fighting spirit ignited.

"Then... How do I join? " Ron asked.

Hou Meilin thought for a moment, then said helplessly, "Originally, there are a lot of rules to join the Church of Calamity, but the conditions are limited, so these things can be dispensed with. Hmm, like this … Just swear an oath with me … "

"I'll say it, you say it again." said Homelin at once, when Ron agreed.

"Great God of Death, your disciple Ron has joined the Church of Calamity today, following your footsteps and spreading your glory …"

It was a long oath, but Ron repeated it all the same.

"That's it?"

"Mm, that's good enough."

"Then I can now learn Necromancy?"

"Sure!"

"This is great..." Ron jumped up happily. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and asked.

"Grandpa Homerin, can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead!"

"How many people are there in the Church of Calamity?"

"Mm, this, there used to be many people's, but now, there's only you and me …" Of course, I am a soul. To be more precise, you are the only one … "

"..."

He rolled his eyes, "Grandpa Hou Meilin, I heard that after taking you as my master, I have to address you respectfully. Should I call you Teacher Hou Meilin?"

The corner of his mouth twitched when he heard the words' Master Komelin '. He remembered the disciple who had betrayed him, and his heart ached.

He took a deep breath and said, "No need, let's call it that now …"

"Oh …" Ron nodded and immediately said, "Grandpa Hou Meilin, should we start to learn necromancy now?"

Ron was getting a little impatient.

He looked at the two corpses in front of him and said, "Ron, the most important task for you right now is not to learn Necromancy, but to get out of here as soon as possible …" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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