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The rain of bone spears and arrows finally stopped, and the only sound that could be heard was a burst of "ka ka …" A clear sound rang out and a person walked out from the shadows.

His body was covered by a thick cloak that covered most of his face. His long cloak was blown up by the wind and snow, making "huhu" sounds. His pair of black eyes shone with a bright light, appearing extremely dazzling under the snow-white light of the heaven and earth.

The weirdest thing was that this person did not walk by himself, but was riding on a skeleton. The skeleton moved as fast as the wind.

One of the Holy See's guards had his shoulder blades pierced by the bone spear and was still alive. He struggled to raise his head and open his eyes, trying to see the figure before him.

"You … Who exactly are you? " the soldier asked weakly, trying to understand.

The black shadow did not answer and only raised his hand high up in the air. Black fog shrouded his hand, and before long, a white bone lance appeared in his hand.

There was a flash of despair in the soldier's eyes, and then he heard a soft voice.

"I'm the Necromancer you're looking for, Ron..."

With that, he swung his spear and pierced through the soldier's chest.

A crisp sound rang out. The blood under the soldier's body dyed the snow-white ground red.

The soldier's eyes widened in disbelief as he pointed at Ron and said the last word of his life.

"No …" No …. But … "Can …" Undead … Fa …. Master... No... You. This … What... "Powerful …"

With that, the soldier's head tilted to the side as he breathed his last.

"Is that so? I am not a Necromancer? " "Why do they all say that? Could it be that they've seen Necromancers who are different from me? "

Ron shook his head as he couldn't think of anything else: "Forget it, let's think about it. We should leave this place first. I'm afraid the Holy Church won't find us..."

He neatly collected his spoils of war and quickly disappeared into the snow.

Snow continued to fall, and the bodies in the snow were gradually buried …

A series of rumbling sounds came from the training grounds behind the church.

Father Aryan was fighting a heavily armored young man in white. The two fought back and forth.

Waves of white light were released, as dazzling as the sun. The powerful attacks caused the ground to tremble slightly.

The young man in white was the main attacker, while Father Aryan was the main guardian. One attacked while the other defended. One attacked ferociously while the other defended while the two fought in a calm manner. They were evenly matched.

The ground of the training grounds had already cracked open, and there were broken rocks everywhere. There were a few attendants around who were also nervously watching, whispering to each other from time to time.

From the size of the hammer, it was definitely not light, perhaps more than one hundred pounds. However, in the hands of the youth in white clothing, the hammer smashed down like it was nothing, and the ground immediately blossomed.

In his other hand was a sturdy shield. Under the attack of the youth in white, he was forced to retreat step by step.

"Look at this, Hammer of Critical Strike..."

The white-clothed youth gave a loud shout and leapt high into the air. He exerted all of his strength, pouring all of his divine force into the two hammers in his hands. The heavy hammers emitted an intense white light, emitting an incomparably powerful divine force.

Seeing this scene, Father Aryan could no longer hide it anymore. A single careless move might even injure him.

"Truth Technique — Shield …"

Father Aryan raised his white jade scepter, and four transparent shields appeared around him. They protected his front, back, left, and right positions, leaving him unassailable.

"Boom …"

The pair of heavy hammers struck the void shield summoned by Father Aryan, emitting a dazzling holy light. The entire training field seemed to be shaken, and a strong airflow spread out, causing the surrounding attendants to be unable to stand steadily.

"What a terrifying attack …" A servant said with fear still lingering in his heart.

"Lord Guderian's strength has increased again …" another attendant said.

"However, Father Aryan is still a little stronger …"

"Of course... "Father Aryan is at the level of a teacher …" One of the attendants said proudly.

… ….

While the attendants beside him were discussing, Father Aryan stopped. He raised his scepter and waved it, then smiled and said, "Alright, alright, I won't fight anymore …"

The teenager called Guderian stopped when he heard this and revealed a victorious smile.

Guderian, the Holy Knight. He was good at wielding a pair of sledgehammers and had tyrannical strength. This time, however, when he came to the Flash Gold Town, he took the initiative to spar with Aryan.

Guderian also had another identity, and that was the Holy Son of the Holy Church. It was impossible for the Holy Church to grant a useless person the status of Holy Son.

Guderian had entered the Holy Church from the age of twelve. Ten years, in just ten years, he had already reached the peak of the Holy Knight profession, a senior Holy Knight. At this moment, he was only twenty-two years old.

If he advanced one more step, he would be able to become a teacher, which would also mean that he would become a Radiant Saint Knight. His future prospects would definitely be limitless.

Facing the Holy Son Guderian, Father Aryan did not dare to treat him lightly. The Holy Son held an extremely high position in the Holy See, and everyone had to treat him with respect. This was a rule.

"Sir Guderian's martial arts have improved once again. It looks like his time to become a Radiant Knight isn't far …" Not only was Guderian a Holy Son, but he was also a popular figure in front of the Pope.

"Hmph …" "Of course …" Facing the flattery of Father Adrian, Guderian was full of pride. His face revealed an extremely arrogant expression, "What is a Radiant Knight? "In time, I, Guderian, will reach an unprecedented level. Honorary Knights and even Holy Knights, with my talent, it's not impossible. You have to know, I'm only 22 years old right now …"

Guderian was very confident in his age and strength. He didn't even put Aryan in his eyes. Father Aryan was only a teacher in his forties. He was too weak.

The ranks of the Holy Knights were divided into: Apprentice Holy Knight, Holy Knight, Radiant Knight, Honorary Knight, and Holy Knight.

Among them, the Knight of Radiance was at the Master level, while the Knight of Honor was at the Master level. As for reaching the level of Holy Knight, he was a Saint realm expert from the legends.

As for the Apprentice Holy Knight and the Holy Knight, one was an Apprentice, and the other was a soldier.

Each level was divided into three levels, for example, the basic level, intermediate level and advanced level, the master level and even the Saint realm followed suit.

"Hmph, boasting shamelessly …"

Hearing this, Priest Aryan harrumphed coldly and silently cursed, "This guy is way too arrogant, do you really think that becoming a Radiant Knight is such an easy task?"

At such a young age, Guderian had no idea how important he was. Although his strength had already reached the level of a senior Holy Knight, and the gap between his strength and that of a master wasn't that big, the difference between a soldier and a master was like the difference between heaven and earth. It wasn't that easy.

He knew that the current Pope Ernst was very optimistic about him. He smiled and said, "Of course, given the age of Lord Guderian, his future is limitless. Becoming a teacher isn't too difficult."

"Hmm …" Guderian smirked proudly, "Aryan, your strength is not bad either. To think that you've been fighting for so long against me. Hehe, otherwise, you would have used your healing skill …"

He could not even see that he had been holding back. Even though you are very strong, but if I wanted to kill you, it would be as easy as flipping my palm. If not for giving face to the Pope, I would have killed you long ago.

There was a huge gap between the rank of soldier and that of teacher, and it was not difficult for the Aryan priest to win.

Father Aryan's face twitched a few times, and he revealed a rather forced smile. Then … I thank the Holy Son Guderian for showing mercy … "

There was more than one Holy Maiden in the Holy Church, but there were very few.

Father Aryan smiled with difficulty, "Then, thank you, Sir Holy Son …"

As Aryan spoke, he sighed at the ruthlessness of the changes in the world. Guderian, who was originally the child of a poor commoner, was the third oldest in his family. He had personally chosen to send a boy and a girl to the Holy Church.

Guderian was also very successful. Not only did he become the candidate for the Son, he also became the Son.

At that time, Guderian had been very polite to Father Aryan, constantly calling him by his first name, unlike the time when he called him by his first name.

It seemed that once a person climbed to a higher position and was accustomed to flattery, it was very easy for them to become arrogant and conceited. Guderian was such an example.

After becoming the Holy Son, Guderian became extremely disrespectful towards his guide and mentor, Father Aryan, as if he was reprimanding his subordinates.

From the moment he arrived at Flash Gold, the originally overjoyed Father Aryan became extremely unhappy. Coupled with Guderian's arrogance, he became even more depressed.

However, Father Aryan still knew his limits. The reason why Guderian came to Flash Gold Town was because of His Holiness's intention. He was also the one in charge of this operation, so to put it bluntly, he was here to snatch credit for it.

Necromancers held a special meaning to the Holy Church. Discovering Necromancers in the Holy Empire was an extremely rare occurrence, and could be said to have been of great help. If this matter was done well, Guderian would most likely rely on this matter to rise to prominence, or even assume an important position.

Father Aryan would never do something like that. After finding out from Big Beard that Rönn was indeed a necromancer, Aryan was so excited that he couldn't sleep for several days. He believed that this credit should belong to him alone.

He immediately sent his subordinates, the group of Church guards, to hunt for Ron. Through the clues, they found out that Ron had run into the Dark Forest, and Aryan led his men to hunt him down.

However, the weather was already in winter. The cold wind was blowing fiercely and the snow was flying everywhere. When could the Aryan priest, who had been raised to be a prince, endure such hardships?

He had no choice but to make an excuse and go home to roast the fire. There was another thing, he did not believe that Ron could survive in such a harsh environment in the Dark Forest, perhaps he had already died, but it was a great pity to give up on this contribution, so he could only order the guards of the Church to continue their search and make them suffer unspeakably.

However, what made him depressed was that for some reason, the guards of the Church of Darkness who had entered the Dark Forest had disappeared. Now that it was snowing heavily on the mountain, there was no way to find the corpse.

The Pope's rage was fake, and he was using this as an excuse to display his true strength. This involved a struggle between the upper echelons of the Church, the specific reason being unclear to Aryan. Originally, when he had sent out Guderian, Father Aryan had been quite happy; after all, he was the Holy Son that he had personally brought out.

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