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"What's going on?" I feel full of power, and it doesn't seem to come from my body … " said Ron in surprise.

"It comes from your soul." "Your soul has become more powerful."

The source of energy was the same. Regardless of whether it was his body, mental energy or soul, although Ron's body did not change, he could truly feel his strength growing.

Hou Meilin smiled and pointed at the ring on his finger, "Ron, the ring on your hand is not an ordinary item. It can speed up the recovery of your soul force. To a Necromancer, that is a dream …"

Hou Meilin smiled, "Don't underestimate this ring's effect and speed up the recovery of your soul force. This means that you will be able to speed up your training, others can train in two to three cycles during the time of one cycle, and your training speed will be at least twice as fast. Also, during battle, this ring will be more useful …"

Ron took it off, and sure enough, it felt different, empty and empty. He looked at the plain ring in his hand, but he didn't think it would have such a heaven-defying effect.

In the Omores Continent, in the era when Necromancy was rampant, a ring like this was something that had a price to pay and no market to pay for it. As long as it appeared, it would attract the bloodlust of the masses.

"Grandpa Homerin, what's the name of this ring?" asked Ron with interest.

"Soul ring! "This is the name I've given you …" "Ron, I'll give this ring to you as a present for you to acknowledge me as your master."

"Thank you, Grandpa Khomeelin." Ron happily put the ring on, and the familiar fullness returned.

Feeling the abundance of soul force, Ron excitedly rubbed his hands, "Grandpa Hou Meilin, can I go take revenge now?"

"Revenge?" Is it still early? " "Right now, you have only mastered the cultivation method, and you have also cultivated the soul force. Regarding the control of your strength, it is still rather strange. The most important thing is that you do not know how to use the soul force."

"Soul power usage?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Right, with a soul force, you won't be able to use it. It's just like how a rich person earns a lot of money but doesn't spend it." "Now, I will teach you the most basic magic of Necromancy, Skeleton Summoning."

… ….

"Warriors from the Underworld, please accept my summons. Come out, Skeleton Fighter …"

Ron was chanting an incantation, his hands constantly making hand gestures. Traces of black gas were emitted from his palms, and the amount of black gas increased, continuously falling to the ground.

The ground began to turn black, and after it turned black, it formed a huge contrast with the yellow soil.

The black area became larger and larger, until it was now a square foot of area. At this time, the ground shook and a white skull appeared from the ground. It used both hands and feet to quickly crawl out of the ground.

The Skeleton Fighter held a short bone blade in its hand and had a blank look on its face. It was completely incomparable to the fierce Skeleton Fighter that Huo Merlin had summoned.

This is the Skeleton Warrior that I summoned? Why does it not look like it is powerful at all?

"Good, good, good …" "Ron, I didn't expect you to summon a Skeleton Warrior in such a short time. Not bad!"

"But... But … Grandpa Hou Meilin, this Skeleton Fighter is completely different from last night's Skeleton Fighters! " said Ron, slurping.

"Ron, you have to eat mouthful after mouthful, walk step by step. It's really quite good that you can reach this stage after only one day of practice. It's impossible for you to reach my level without ten years."

Ron thought about it and felt that he was indeed a bit too impatient. He had only learned Necromancy for a day and such progress was already quite impressive. It was impossible for him to reach the heavens in a single leap.

Looking at the Skeleton Fighter in front of him, as he did not receive Ron's orders, his face was still blank.

"I wonder how powerful it is..." Ron thought.

As if reading Ron's mind, he said, "Ron, why don't you try? You will have a deeper understanding of the strength of Skeleton Warriors. "

Ron nodded and led the Skeleton Fighter out of the cave.

Judging from the sky, it was already afternoon. Unknowingly, a day had already passed.

Ron looked around, selected a tree as thick as a bowl, and patted the trunk.

"Let's try it on!"

"Cut this tree down for me!" said Ron.

Unexpectedly, the Skeleton Fighter didn't move at all.

Ron tried again, but the Skeleton Warrior didn't move.

Ron didn't know what to do.

At this moment, Homelin's voice was heard, "The one controlling the Skeleton Fighters isn't in the language, but in the mind …"

"Heart?" Ron was puzzled.

"Yes, heart." "As the Skeleton Fighter was summoned by you, it is connected to your soul. As long as you control it with your heart, you will definitely succeed."

According to Grandpa Homerin, Ron thought to himself, this time, the skeleton moved. With a dash, it quickly arrived in front of the tree. With a gentle wave of the bone blade, the small tree the size of a bowl fell to the ground.

"Too powerful." Ron clapped excitedly, feeling a strong sense of accomplishment for the first time.

"I should try this once more..." Ron once again used another new undead magic skill he had just learned, the Bone Thrust.

As he softly chanted, a small bone spike formed in his hand.

Necromancy — Bone Thorn is one of the single necromancers with short range damage. It has the characteristics of short summoning time and low consumption of energy. Its attack range is usually only a few dozen meters, depending on the size of the soul power. Hermione's voice rang in Ron's ear.

With a quick thought, the small bone spike flew out of Ron's hand. "Pu –" The small bone spike had already sunk into the tree trunk, leaving only a short section outside.

What a strong force. Ron was shocked. If this stab were to land on an ordinary person's body, it would probably pierce straight through. Even though the bone spike was small, its power was extraordinary.

With them, Ron was suddenly brimming with confidence in his revenge plan.

"Don't think so easily of others. With your current strength, you can only deal with ordinary people who haven't cultivated yet. If you were to meet those people last night, you definitely wouldn't be their match."

"Don't worry Grandpa Homerin, I know what to do …" Ron had humbly accepted Komelin's lesson, and he knew that if he didn't have enough strength, rashly avenging himself would only be courting death, and Ron wouldn't do anything stupid, but he was still young, fifteen, and had plenty of time to wait.

Horn is a clever boy, you know.

Ron was about to continue his practice when a voice called out, "Goo..." "Goo …"

Ron nodded. He had not eaten since last night and was now starving.

"Let's go and find something to eat first."

Maple Leaf Town. Ever since the Church's guards had retreated, it had regained its tranquility. It was so calm that it seemed as if nothing had happened. The two corpses by the stone bridge had long since been cleaned up.

Ron knew that he had killed someone, so he naturally wouldn't swagger into Maple Leaf Town. That was why he had sneaked back.

At the bottom of the stone bridge in Maple Leaf Town, Ron's "home" was a complete mess. Everything had been rummaged through. Of course, apart from a few clothes that he had picked up, there was nothing else of value.

Smiling wryly and shaking his head, Ron turned around and ran back to Auntie Susan's house.

Arriving at Aunt Susan's door, Ron knocked lightly on it. The door opened and a fat old woman appeared.

He dragged Ron into the house, then looked around warily. When he saw no one there, he closed the door with relief.

Once inside, Susan lowered her voice and asked, "Ron, why are you here?"

Ron seemed to see something in Aunt Susan's sensitive eyes. "Aunt Susan, what's going on?"

"Ron, did you kill someone?" Mother Susan asked nervously.

Ron was stunned for a moment. He didn't want to deceive the kind Aunt Susan, so he nodded slightly.

"This is bad..." "The people at Naca Manor are looking for you everywhere. For some reason, that Jerat from today is extremely angry, swearing to find you no matter what …"

"He even offered a bounty of fifty gold coins just to look for you..."

"Is it because I killed his people?" Ron's eyes grew angry. "His son killed my grandfather and sent someone to kill me. Now that his people are dead and they're angry at me, should I just stand there and be killed?"

Seeing Ron's serious expression, Aunt Susan shook her head and sighed, "Ron, there's no way to reason with those nobles. In their eyes, what are we? "Unless..."

"Unless I'm stronger than them …" Ron's eyes were filled with the coldness of revenge as he clenched his hands into a fist and gritted his teeth as he spoke.

Mother Susan was silent for a moment, not saying anything.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, Susan grabbed Ron's arm and asked in alarm, "Ron, tell me honestly, did you learn some necromancy?"

Ron hesitated, then nodded.

"This is bad!" Aunt Susan nervously rubbed her hands, muttering, "What do we do? What do we do now? "

"What's going on? "Aunt Susan?" "How did you know?"

"The Holy See arrived this morning, and even Father Aryan of the Flash Town Cathedral was alarmed." Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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