Ron felt more and more uneasy as the old sarcophagus began to emit a terrifying power.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress his wildly beating heart, "Since I'm already here, let's take a look at what's inside the sarcophagus!"

Ron slowly approached the ancient sarcophagus, pressed both hands flat on the sarcophagus' lid, and with a violent tug, lifted the heavy sarcophagus lid, revealing a small gap.

"Whooosh."

A foul air seeped out, causing Ron to cough a few times.

"Rise …"

With a shout, Ron wrenched open the lid of the sarcophagus.

"Boom …" The lid of the coffin fell to the ground. It was full of smoke and dust. Ron coughed for a long time.

As the smoke and dust dispersed, Ron forced himself to open his eyes. Under the light of the Night Pearls, he was finally able to clearly see what was inside the sarcophagus.

However, the thing in front of him caused him to be greatly shocked. He finally found the disturbing feeling of palpitation. It was coming from inside the sarcophagus.

What was inside the sarcophagus? A corpse? That was normal, but this corpse didn't have a head.

The upper part of the body showed only the muscles that were strong, and the lower part wore only a pair of long pants. Its limbs, limbs, and everything else was intact, except for a head, which Ron found most puzzling and puzzling because the dust on the sarcophagus showed that it was old, but the headless body in the sarcophagus looked as if it had just died, and its muscles were not only still there, but, as they had been when it was alive, its bronzed muscles shone with a yellow sheen.

"Strange! It looks like this sarcophagus has been here for at least many years, why hasn't this corpse rotted yet? " Normally, a corpse placed in a coffin would be reduced to a pile of bones in a matter of years.

"Is he not dead yet?" A thought struck Ron, startling him. He reached out his hand boldly and touched it. It was cold to the touch. It had indeed been dead for a long time.

It was incredible that a headless person could not die, but on second thought, wouldn't it be even more incredible that a headless body had not rotted after so many years?

That headless body was quietly lying inside the sarcophagus, it seemed unspeakably strange and terrifying.

"Such a familiar feeling! What was this feeling? How can it make me feel. "Fear …" Necromancers were classes that dealt with corpses. Ordinary people might be afraid of corpses, but necromancers were not. However, this corpse was different. Ron, the necromancer, could truly feel the fear coming from the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly, Ron smacked his head, "That's right, I remember now. Death God Power. That kind of fear, it's like using the God Power of Death to make people's hearts palpitate …"

His eyes fell on the headless body. "Why? This corpse also has God Power on him? "

Ron's eyes widened.

The answer was obvious. Besides God, who else could possess God's power?

Ron's breath quickened as he looked in disbelief at the headless body in the sarcophagus. This corpse in front of him was actually a god's?

"It's a pity, if only Grandpa Homerin was here … "He's experienced and knowledgeable, so he must know a lot of things. He might even know the corpse's origins …" He could not help but miss his grandfather. In the early days, he had been sleeping in the crystal coffin inside his soul ring, and it had been many days since he had come out.

Ron's beating heart calmed down a little, and he carefully examined the corpse in front of him. However, the severed head seemed to have been cut off by some divine weapon, and the cut was smooth, revealing the bright red flesh within.

"What a powerful strike. I just don't know who did it. To be able to cut off a God's head, this guy's opponent is truly not simple." Ron thought silently.

Sighing at the unfortunate fate of the person in the sarcophagus, Ron stood up and looked around. The entire tomb chamber was empty, and apart from this sarcophagus, there was nothing else.

Ron couldn't help but be disappointed. It had taken so long to get here, and he was bound to leave empty-handed, because according to those third-rate knight novels, there were bound to be treasures in the basements.

"It seems that there is still a big difference between novels and reality..." With a self-deprecating laugh, he stood up and prepared to leave.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly had a thought.

Wait a minute. Ron jerked his head back and stared intently at the headless corpse on the ground, his eyes shining.

His mind suddenly flashed with the 'Corpse Refinement Formation' that Grandpa Hou Merlin had taught him. If he were to sacrifice this god corpse to become a controllable corpse, how powerful would it be?

Although with Ron's current strength, he could only refine zombies and keep 50% of the strength of the deceased person, 50% of a God's corpse was already very scary. What kind of level would he reach after refining a zombie? Ron was really looking forward to it.

However, what puzzled Ron even more was that this corpse no longer had a head. Could it still successfully refine into a zombie? Ron was skeptical.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Whatever, I have to give it a try no matter what." With Ron's personality, he wouldn't give up until he tried.

Ron sat down, took out all the materials from his spatial space and placed them on the ground. With a thought, threads of soul force were constantly released, and the bones were inserted into the ground in a strange formation.

Corpse Refinement Formation!

After half an hour of struggle, the mysterious corpse refining formation was finally completed.

Soon after, Ron ran over to the sarcophagus and pulled the headless god corpse out of it. He placed it in the core of the grand corpse refining formation and waited quietly.

"Yi, why is there no reaction? Could the magic array have made a mistake? " After waiting for more than an hour and seeing no reaction, Ron couldn't help but scratch his head.

Suddenly, Ron smacked his head, "Oh, right, I remember now. Grandpa Homerin said that the corpse refinement must be done at night. It can only start after 12 o'clock …"

In the gloomy basement, there was no way to tell if it was day or night. Ron did not know what time it was, but if the Corpse Refinement Formation was not working, then it was undoubtedly daytime now.

Ron had no choice but to sit down and wait a long time.

Time passed second by second. Finally, night fell and the magic array lit up.

"He's here!" He carefully suppressed his excitement. He stood up and put his hand on both eyes.

A powerful soul force crazily surged into the array, and it finally began to operate.

At that moment, Ron felt his soul energy being sucked away in a frenzy, leaving him in shock.

"What is it? This body actually absorbed so much of my soul force? "

"This is bad!" This way, I'll soon be sucked dry … " The absorption of the corpse refining array was still continuing. Ron was frightened and wanted to pull his hand out, but he found that his hand was firmly stuck on the array and couldn't move even if he wanted to.

Ron's forehead was covered in cold sweat, he could feel the threat of death. This corpse needed a massive amount of energy to become a zombie, and his soul force couldn't support it at all. Next, this corpse should absorb his flesh and blood.

While Ron was at his wit's end, he felt the soul ring on his right hand move, and a surge of soul power quickly filled his spiritual consciousness. It was just a split-second, but in Ron's eyes, it felt as if ten thousand years had passed.

"So close! I managed to escape a calamity!" Rönn heaved a sigh of relief, but before he could regain his senses, he felt as if all his soul energy had been sucked out of him.

"Again?" Ron's heart was once again in his throat, but fortunately, the soul ring once again released a surge of soul power that quickly replenished itself.

At this moment, Ron seemed to be suffering in heaven and hell. At one moment, his soul power was completely drained, and at another moment, it was replenished. Later on, Ron would simply inject all of his soul power into the Corpse Refinement Formation.

"Phew …" "Huff …" At this point, Ron's stamina had already reached its limit, and beads of sweat were constantly rolling down his forehead, dripping onto the ground and forming small puddles of water. However, Ron was pleasantly surprised to find that the suction force within the Corpse Refining Formation was getting weaker, and the magic array was releasing a dazzling light.

"I'm about to succeed!" Ron was overjoyed. He had used all of his soul power to rush inside.

The absorption stopped. The magic array no longer needed Ron's soul force to operate. The headless god corpse lying in the middle of the array began to move its fingers.

At that moment, a beam of light soared into the air and hit the ceiling of the tomb chamber, then bounced back and illuminated the entire tomb chamber so brightly that it was hard to open one's eyes.

"It's a success!" Ron almost jumped up to cheer, but his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, his strength nearly depleted, his strength drained.

The headless god corpse looked exactly the same as it had before. The only change was that the heart palpitating power had disappeared.

"Refining a corpse into a zombie can only retain 50% of its power while it was alive. It looks like this zombie has successfully refined it!" "I just don't know how much power it will hold!"

He was looking forward to the strength of this headless god corpse.

Rönn smiled as he walked closer and said to the headless god corpse, "From now on, you are my servant, you must unconditionally obey my orders …" As he spoke, he imprinted his soul onto the headless god corpse's body.

"Wait, something's not right!" At this moment, Ron felt the imprint of his soul being repelled, his fingers being flicked away, and a sense of foreboding flashed through his mind.

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