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What Aryan had said, and what Guderian had said, confirmed each other, and Ron was almost certain that the Holy See did know what had happened a hundred thousand years ago.

Perhaps, in their secret history, there was everything Ron wanted to know.

"Ask him, what happened to Omorus a hundred thousand years ago? Why did the Church of Calamity disappear? "Necromancy can be lost?" Then Ron heard Komelin's voice in his ear, trembling with repressed emotion.

Ron lowered his head and thought for a moment, then sneered. I don't believe it! "

Perhaps Ron's intention to provoke was greater than he intended. The cunning Aryan immediately heard it and laughed, "Hehe, Ron, it's not difficult for you to know these things. As long as you follow me back to the Holy Church's Mount Hyjal, we will open the Holy Church's secret library and you will know everything you want to know …"

"Dream on!"

Aryan spread his hands. "Then there's nothing we can do, Ron. Don't force us to do anything. After we tear our faces, everyone will look ugly!"

"Heh heh, you haven't made your move yet? "I've always remembered about the Dark Forest!" Ron sneered and said sarcastically, "How about it, did you find that Saint Guderian's corpse? "Hehe, by the Radiant God, I hope I won't be eaten by those strange beasts!"

"Ha ha!" "To be honest, Ron, our Holy See has no ill intentions towards an ancient necromancer, and His Holiness Ernst appreciates you very much. He said that as long as you follow me to Mount Hyjal, you might even inherit the power of the Holy Son! to give you the highest of honors. "

Despite Aryan's eloquence, Ron remained unmoved and shook his head. "I won't go with you!"

"Ha ha!" Aryan smiled, his face suddenly turned cold as he said lightly, "Then there's nothing to say. Ron, I hope you remember that even if you reject, you need strength!"

Finished. Aryan stopped talking and waved his hand, saying softly, "Go!"

"Kill!"

Sacred Crusaders were the most fanatical of religious figures. For the Holy Church, they would sacrifice everything, even their lives.

"Great God of Light!"

"Sitting high on the glorious throne …"

"All living things in the universe …"

"I will silently prostrate in front of your feet …"

"What a sacred angel …"

"Covering your face in front of your sacred radiance …"

"All nations and peoples, I offer you my blessings..."

"The grace of redemption …"

"God Almighty... "You hold power in the human world …"

"There is nothing that can change your wish …"

"I hope the True God will grant me power …"

"Destroy all darkness …"

The Holy Crusaders were now singing songs that shook the roof, but the songs gave Ron goosebumps.

"Holy Church?" The Divine Society. "Ah, I remember now. 100,000 years ago on the continent of Omorus, these fellows were also so mysterious. I presume that the Sacred Institution is the predecessor of the Holy Church …" "But, Ron, you have to be careful, these guys are singing, and it's not that easy to deal with them …"

The Holy Crusaders were singing a hymn when something strange happened. Suddenly, the bodies of the Holy Crusaders lit up. Their bodies emitted a holy white light, forming a shield that rotated around them.

The light from hundreds of people at the same time was so blinding that Ron could barely keep his eyes open.

This was the "Divine Blessing" of the Holy Crusaders, an ancient tradition passed down from generation to generation. As long as there was a God in one's heart, one would be blessed by the Gods, and this was the "Divine Blessing". During battles, the Holy Blessing could effectively strengthen one's defense, reduce damage, and even weaken the negative magic effects.

"Ron, why don't you let me into your body to help you! This situation is different from before, this is a tough battle! " "It's a pity …" Homerin said with a serious expression. Moreover, among them, there was even a master level expert! His strength is at least close to rank 8 … "

The majority of these Holy Crusaders only had the strength of an intern, and a few of them had even reached the beginner level. However, with the support of the "Divine Blessing", their strength had significantly improved, and they were clearly not easy to deal with.

"No …" Grandpa Homerin! I want to try! " Unexpectedly, Hermione's kindness was rejected by Ron, who was also roused by the increasing pressure of the Holy Crusaders.

Ron insisted, and Homerin had to nod in agreement. "Be careful!"

"Kill!"

"Kill this heretic!"

"KILL KILL KILL!"

At that moment, the Holy Crusaders launched their charge at Ron, and a tremendous pressure bore down on him, as if they were going to destroy everything.

"Skeleton Fighter!"

With a move of the bone staff in Ron's hand, the Skeleton Fighters charged towards the Holy Crusaders like a surging tide.

The Skeleton Fighters weren't scary, they were much weaker than the Skeleton Bravehearts. What was terrifying was their numbers, under Ron's summons, the number of Skeleton Fighters was no less than the number of Holy Crusaders on the other side, and they were still increasing.

In the dictionary of Necromancers, quantity was the only thing that mattered. Only quantity could cause a qualitative change.

Large numbers of Skeleton Warriors crawled out from the ground and joined the battle.

"Yes, it's like that. This tactic is called 'Skeleton Sea', using the sea of people to pile up their numbers …" Homerin cried excitedly, as if he were fighting.

Ron sneered and stretched out his hand, sending another wave of Skeleton Fighters towards them.

"Damn it! These Necromancers are really hard to deal with. According to the ancient scrolls, the skeletons summoned by Necromancers have a frightening amount. I didn't believe it before, but now I do … " Aryan looked serious, "It looks like I have to make a move too..."

"Sea of Skulls" was not a tactic that Ron, who was currently an intermediate Necromancer, could use. He could summon skeletons, but to reach the "Sea" level, he needed a tremendous amount of soul power. This was not something an intermediate Necromancer could do.

There was only one secret to Ron being able to use the "Sea of Skulls", and that was his soul ring. When his soul force ran out, he could feel a warm current from the ring replenishing his soul.

This power was not limitless. When a certain limit was reached, the supply would stop.

"Purify..."

At this moment, with a wave of the scepter in Aryan's hand, a ray of holy light swept by, instantly knocking down a large portion of the Skeleton Warriors in front of him.

"What?"

Ron was stunned. He hadn't thought that skeleton warriors would be so vulnerable in front of the Aryan Holy Light. It looks like Guderian was right. The Holy Church is indeed suppressing Necromancy...

"Grandpa Hou Meilin, I feel that his divine power is able to restrain my undead magic …" said Ron, grinding his teeth.

Hou Meilin smiled faintly, "There is no way for there to be a true counterattack. Right now, the so-called counterattack is actually just a relative …"

He paused, "For example, water can restrain fire, but how can you restrain fire with only a single drop of water? On the other hand, as long as the power of fire is strong enough, evaporating the water would not be a problem … "

Ron suddenly understood. "I understand. Strength and weakness are relative. There is no absolute strength, nor is there an absolute weakness. The strong and the weak can transform into the weak under certain conditions …"

"You're right..." Hou Meilin smiled and nodded, "The current situation is that your strength is inferior to him. Even if he did not restrain you, you are still not his match!"

At this moment, a swift figure broke through the barrier created by the Skeleton Warriors and suddenly appeared in front of Ron. It was Aryan. Ron! "

After saying that, the Scepter in his hand turned into a ball of light, smashing straight towards Ron.

"Bone Shield!"

Ron chanted an incantation and a bone shield appeared in front of him.

"Boom —"

The shield blocked Aryan's attack, but the power in the ball of light wasn't able to block it completely.

The bone shield shattered, and Ron felt a surge of force as his body flew backward like a broken kite, falling to the ground and unable to get up for a long time.

"A soldier? Isn't that a piece of cake?" Aryan chuckled. He was confident in himself, and he even imagined that as long as he captured Ron and brought him back to the Holy See, he would be highly valued by the Pope. This was his only opportunity, and if he couldn't seize it, he would never make any progress in his life.

Ron scrambled to his feet and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"The strength of a master is indeed well-deserved!" I can't even take a single blow! " Only now did Ron realize the difference between him and a Master-level expert.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Hou Meilin, I'm afraid you will have to come out and help me!" said Ron helplessly.

Hou Meilin nodded, "Alright, prepare for a moment, I will enter your body now …"

Ron nodded, his face suddenly changing.

"Ron, what's wrong with you?"

"I... My head is starting to hurt. Ron's face was pained, and he felt as if his head were about to split open.

"What?" Huomelin was surprised, but then he seemed to remember something, "You... This … This is you about to achieve a breakthrough! "

"Breakthrough, it can't be, right? At this time? "Don't play with me..." It's not a game to break through now.

At this time, the spinning soul ball in Ron's sea of consciousness seemed to be about to burst.

Ron, with a splitting headache, cried out frantically, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He clutched his head in pain, and even his body began to falter and stagger.

This time, even Aryan was surprised. Just what was going on with this kid? Logically speaking, there was no reason for the injury to be this serious.

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