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Guderian took the towel handed to him by the attendant, wiped his sweat, threw it away, and left, leaving Father Aryan to follow at a quick pace.

After leaving the training field and following the white stone path, Guderian put his hands behind his back and slowly said, "Aryan, is it true about that Necromancer?"

Aryan did not dare to hesitate, he nodded and said, "It's true, someone under me has seen him before. Hmm, I can't remember his name, he has a big beard, this is the man who saw it with his own eyes …"

Aryan paused, then continued, "According to what he said, those Church guards were also killed by Ron. But it's unclear why Ron decided to just let him off …"

Guderian answered with a slight "Oh", "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since Holy Empire has had a Necromancer. It's been hundreds of years since Holy Empire has had a Necromancer. Hehe, I've seen a Necromancer before, but he's just a piece of trash.

For the Holy Church, which was known for its saintliness, the appearance of a heretic in a country they controlled was no different from slapping him in the face. The Holy Emperor had no choice but to pay attention to this matter.

Aryan frowned and said, "Guderian, aren't you surprised at the power of that necromancer?"

"The strength of a Necromancer?" Guderian stopped and turned to Aryan. "What do you suspect?"

Aryan took a deep breath, "According to the men who escaped, the two Church guards with him were killed within a few rounds …"

He then looked at Guderian and said, "My two men both have the strength of beginner swordsmen!"

"Beginner swordsman?" Guderian frowned, "You mean, that Necromancer is actually stronger than a beginner warrior?"

Aryan nodded.

Guderian shook his head, "Impossible …"

The reputation of being a piece of trash for Necromancers had long spread throughout Noah Continent, and Guderian had heard of it as well.

"But this is the truth!"

Aryan said.

Guderian's eyes narrowed and his brows relaxed, "You're saying …. "He would be …"

The Holy Church's headquarters was located in the Holy Capital, Mount Hyjal. Inside was a secret library which had been collecting books from the Holy Church for countless years. It was not open to the public. Some of the books could only be read by important figures of the Holy Church.

Guderian, as a Holy Son, must have read these things.

"Are you talking about those scrolls that are about to be torn apart?" Guderian shook his head in disdain, "Those are just legends …"

"Maybe it's not a legend …" "He is an ancient necromancer, there is no mistake!"

Guderian lowered his head in thought for a moment, his eyes beaming with joy. "I've seen Necromancers in the Roman Empire and they're indeed vulnerable. If those basic Swordsmen were really killed by that Necromancer named Ron, then he might really be the legendary Ancient Necromancer …"

Capturing a Necromancer was enough to allow Guderian to gain a foothold in the Church. If he were to capture an ancient Necromancer …

A smile appeared on Guderian's face. This trip to Flash Gold Town was really worth it!

"Guderian, I'm reminding you that the other party is an ancient necromancer. You must not let your guard down …" Aryan smiled and said, "How about this, I'll join the search party and capture him together."

Father Aryan finally revealed his purpose.

The smile on Guderian's face faltered and a trace of dissatisfaction appeared on it. Father Aryan's words seemed to be out of good intentions, but in reality, he was trying to divide the blame. If he were to join the search party and be captured by the ancient necromancers, he would have nothing to do with it.

"Heh heh …" Guderian's face did not smile as he said, "Aryan, as a priest, it is more important for you to spread the glory of the Radiant God to the Church. You don't need to trouble yourself with such a small matter, leave it to me!"

Aryan's smile disappeared. Guderian wanted to kick him out of this matter. He opened his mouth to speak, but Guderian interrupted him.

"Then it's decided!"

Guderian did not want to waste any more time on this matter. He hurriedly turned around and left.

"What an arrogant lad. Sooner or later, I'll let you know just how formidable I am..." Looking at Guderian's back, Father Aryan was so angry that his teeth were itching. However, there was nothing he could do. This time, the Holy Son, Guderian, was in charge of the operation.

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"One, two, three … "Thirty-two …"

In an inconspicuous cave, while eating delicious rations, Ron was excitedly counting the spatial bags that he had seized. Each spatial bag represented the life of a Holy Church soldier.

Ever since the Holy Church dispatched their elite soldiers to the Dark Forest to search for him, Ron would not sit still and wait for death. After living in the Dark Forest for so long, he had long understood the law of the jungle.

Inside the space bag was a large amount of money, weapons, equipment, clothes, rations, and many other good items. These things Ron himself would not let go of. He would equip every item that he could use.

Ron was now wearing a leather armor over a coat that wrapped around his small body. The coat was so large that it didn't fit him at all. His messy hair hung loose at the back of his head, and he looked much better than he had at first looked like a wild man.

When Ron was full, he left the rest of the rations in his space bag and with a whoosh, the thing in his hand disappeared.

Ron smiled with satisfaction and said to himself, "It's so convenient to have a space bag, I can put anything in except a space bag …"

It was common knowledge in the world that a space bag could not be kept in a space bag. It was just that Ron himself did not know.

As he hung the spatial bags on his body, Ron suddenly heard a wolf howl.

"Is it?" "That strange beast?"

Ron quickly recognized the beast as the one that had chased him into a dead end. He had wanted to seek revenge after leveling up, but it had escaped.

"Humph, I can't let you escape this time …"

With a sneer on his face, Ron ducked his head and turned out the door.

A short while later, Ron found the source of the sound. However, what he saw when he arrived at his destination surprised him.

In front of his eyes appeared three mutated beasts, two of them black and one of them white. Sitting beside them was an old granny with a head full of white hair.

It was two black wolves that were attacking a white wolf. One of the black wolves was one of the strange beasts that he had beaten away. It was missing an ear, and it was one of Ron's masterpieces. It had not expected that it would now have a helper.

The two huge black wolves released a large amount of flames, just like two fire wolves. The fireballs shot towards the white wolf as if they were free.

Compared to the two huge black wolves, the white wolf was smaller and had white ice crystals covering its body. It looked like an ice shield protecting itself.

"What's going on? Strange beasts and strange beasts had a fight? Kill each other? " Ron was still confused, but at this moment, the white wolf cub spoke up.

Her voice sounded somewhat anxious. "Human, quickly come and help me. I will repay you …"

"What?"

Ron was obviously taken aback, and he cried out involuntarily, "Did I hear it right? The beast can actually speak?"

Hearing this, the little white wolf almost stumbled and fell to the ground. She got up in frustration, opened her mouth and spat out two icicles, forcing the two huge black wolves to retreat. Turning around, she extended her sharp claws and viciously said to Ron, "Abominable human, I am not a strange beast. Don't compare me to these lunatics."

This strange beast was actually a female? When talking to a wolf, Ron felt that it was very funny. He thought for a moment and asked, "Then... "Then what are you?"

"Nonsense, are you blind? Of course I'm a magical beast …" "I am a noble member of the magical beast clan. You repulsive human, have you never seen a magical beast before?"

It was indeed the first time he had seen a magical beast, and also the first time he had heard a magical beast speak.

The moment the white wolf spoke, it immediately became distracted. Being surrounded by the two giant wolves, it made her retreat in shock. At the same time, she shouted, "Damn you human, why aren't you helping me …"

"Young man, just give her a helping hand. I think she won't be able to hold on for much longer …" The grandma sitting at the side said with a smile. She didn't seem to be worried about the white wolf at all.

Rönn nodded. Even if his grandma didn't say anything, he would still extend a helping hand when he saw a talking wolf. Moreover, there was an enemy among the two black wolves. No, an enemy …

Not long after, five Skeleton Bravehearts scrambled to climb out from the ground. Their eyes flashed with a faint green light, and they wore heavy armour. One of them held a gigantic shield, while the other held a gigantic axe.

"What is this?"

From the human's attire, it could be seen that he was wearing leather armour. He was clearly a ranger or a thief, but he had summoned out some human bones. He … What was he trying to do?

"What a powerful evil force …" Upon seeing Ron summon the Skeleton Bravehearts, the grandma was first stunned, before her relaxed expression was replaced with a serious one.

"But why is this evil energy so familiar …" The old granny fell into deep thought, "It seems that in the memories I inherited from long ago, there was a group of people who summoned skeletons to fight …" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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