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Hou Meilin's expression became very solemn, "This is God Destruction power. I never thought that it would be able to use the power of the Saint realm to control the power of the God. The origin of this corpse is definitely not simple!"

"Destruction-type divine power?" Ron stared at the extremely powerful figure in the sky, a hint of shock flashing through his eyes. Aside from the divine power of death, there was also the divine power of destruction? How many types of divine power were there?

But Ron didn't have time to ask, because — The headless god corpse had already begun to attack, and the target was none other than himself.

Ron felt a wave of killing intent envelop him, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, unable to move at all. There was only one thought running through his mind, "This guy's going to go crazy …"

"Oh, no, Ron, you're already being watched by it. Let me enter your body, you are not its opponent! "

"Yes, Grandpa Homerin!" Ron didn't hesitate, because Grandpa Homelin was one of his most trusted people.

Before he could finish, the headless god corpse in the sky punched out with its monstrous might. It was like a meteorite from outer space, carrying with it a powerful destructive force.

"Bone Wall!"

The bone cane in Ron's hand, which was being controlled by Hou Meilin, flickered with a green light. In an instant, a large amount of white bones emerged from the ground, quickly combining together and forming an unbreakable wall, blocking the opponent's attack.

This was the defensive magic that only necromancers could use — "Bone Wall".

"Bang!" A loud sound was heard.

The fist of the headless god corpse destroyed the bone wall in front of "Ron" as if it was a dried twig. The incomparably sturdy bone wall in front of the headless god corpse was like a piece of paper.

In just a split-second, the headless god corpse's enormous fist shot toward "Ron" like an arrow. His life was at stake.

In the face of such a crisis, "Ron" was extremely calm, as if he had already expected that the "Bone Wall" would not hold up against the headless god corpse. No wonder, how could the "Bone Wall" block the attack of a Saint realm expert.

"It's a pity that Ron's body has restricted the ability of my soul force, otherwise …" He tapped his hand.

"Atomization!"

His body gradually disappeared, turning into a cloud of fog, first his hands and feet, then his body, and finally his entire body.

With a "whoosh" sound, the headless god corpse's fist only brushed past the floating black fog, and Ron barely managed to avoid the fatal blow.

In his own world of knowledge, Ron could clearly see this scene. The mage level necromancy, "Atomization", had broadened his horizons.

Hou Meilin smiled, "This is an" Atomization Technique "that only necromancers can use. In the future, when you advance to become a necromancer, you will naturally learn it!"

"On the stone tablet of the Necropolis?" said Ron excitedly.

Komelin smiled and nodded, "Of course!"

The atomized "Ron" emerged from a great distance behind the headless god's corpse, his body reassembling.

Suddenly, it moved again. It grabbed with its five fingers, and a black ball of light filled with destructive power appeared in the center of its palm. The continuously pulsing black ball of light was surrounded by white lightning, carrying with it an extremely terrifying destructive power.

The headless god corpse raised the black ball of light high into the air, and with a swing of its hand, shot it directly towards a pavilion in Baroque Academy.

"Boom …"

A huge explosion occurred in Baroque Academy. The entire pavilion turned into dust, and a powerful destructive force surged into the sky, forming a black pillar of light. Even the earth trembled slightly.

"What's going on?"

"Could it be an earthquake?"

The destructive power of the black ball of light was extremely strong. Many sleeping students were awakened by this, panic-stricken as they crawled up from their beds.

The huge explosion and terrifying power finally attracted the attention of all the professors within the academy. They were all astonished by the great power that appeared within the academy.

"What's going on?"

The academy's instructors, including Principal Platz, looked towards the sky. Black balls of light were scattered down from the sky, causing a powerful explosion wherever the black balls of light touched.

The vice headmaster's pupils constricted, "It can fly, could it be a master level expert?"

"No!" Platz calmly stared at the sky. "He's a Saint-level combatant, and very powerful!"

"Saint realm expert?"

These words shocked everyone present. A haze enveloped their heads; it seemed that the only Saint realm expert in the whole of Baroque Academy was the Fire mages' headmaster, Pratz.

"Good heavens!" Platz sneered, "I wonder which old friend is wreaking havoc in the academy. It seems like I have to go meet up with them."

After saying that, Platz's body flashed, and a red light flashed, disappearing from where he stood.

The rest of the coaches looked at each other in dismay. One of them said, "A battle between Saint realm experts is a rare opportunity. We have to go take a look!"

A Saint realm expert was an unreachable existence in the eyes of these master level and master level experts. Even if they were able to observe their battle, they would benefit greatly from it.

Saints didn't casually make their moves, because their destructive power in battle was extremely great. Moreover, if they were to lose, their wisdom would be erased, and so their actions would be extremely cautious. It was a great opportunity for them to witness a Saints' battle.

It was no wonder that all of the teachers in the academy were willing to risk their lives to observe. It had to be known that a Saint realm expert's strength was enough to heavily injure a master level expert.

Under the bombardment of the black sphere of light, buildings collapsed one after another, and glass was shattered. Those students ran out of the dorm crying and shouting. Fortunately, none of them were injured. Some of the injured students were also healed by the priests among them.

At this time, a student screamed, "My God, what kind of monster is that? No head? "

Another student said, "What a terrifying aura? Could it be a Saint-level expert? "

A student pointed at the sky and shouted, "Look, it's the dean! The dean is here!"

When he saw the headless god corpse, he was still shocked by the terrifying corpse, "What? The headless body can actually move? "

"So powerful. That guy is a Saint realm expert!" Komelin looked at Platz in the sky and muttered.

"Yet another Saint-level expert?" Through Komelin's eyes, Ron also saw the white-robed mage appear in the sky. He felt a chill in his heart as he felt the increasing pressure from the sky.

"Who are you? Why did you appear in Baroque Academy? " Platz asked in a deep voice as he felt a great threat from the headless god corpse.

The headless god corpse did not answer and was successfully refined into a zombie by Ron. However, with Ron's strength, he could not control it at all. The inherently vicious aura of the uncontrollable headless god corpse burst out naturally.

At this moment, the headless god corpse's figure moved. A powerful destructive divine force covered its entire body as it suddenly punched straight towards the fire mage, Saint Plaz.

Even before the fist had arrived, a strong pressure had already assaulted his face. He did not expect that it would hit him just like that. He froze for a moment, and in just a short second, he was already at a disadvantage.

"Teleport!"

With a flash of his figure, he disappeared from where he stood. The headless god corpse's fist had hit nothing but air.

"It's the dean's teleportation!"

"Too awesome!"

When the students on the ground saw this scene, they couldn't help but cheer.

The headless god corpse paused in midair for a moment before turning around. What it welcomed was a string of Explosive Fireballs.

"Boom …" Boom … "Boom …"

Using the Magician's' Teleportation ', Platz moved several hundred meters away from the headless god corpse. At the same time, he unleashed a large amount of explosive fireballs.

Countless fireballs the size of basketballs charged towards the headless god corpse with a scorching heat. They crashed into the body of the corpse and produced a loud explosion. With the wave of his staff, the fireballs rained down on the headless god corpse as if they were worthless.

Dazzling rays of light illuminated the pitch-black night sky as bright as day. The blazing flames illuminated the faces of the students and teachers on the ground. Everyone was so excited that their faces were flushed red. This was the strength of a Saint realm expert!

"The principal is so powerful!" "Dean, you can do it!"

The students and coaches on the ground were cheering for their esteemed Headmaster.

"Director Pratz's strength has increased again. This time, he's going to blast that monster into smithereens …"

However, in his heart, he was similarly puzzled. Where did this headless Saint's corpse come from? Why would it appear in the academy?

"Grandpa Hou Meilin, it seems like the dean has won for sure!" At this moment, Hou Meilin had already returned his body to Ron. The zombie that Ron had refined had lost control of itself, causing heavy losses to the entire Baroque Academy.

Hou Meilin shook his head. "I'm afraid I've disappointed you. The god corpse hasn't suffered much damage at all!"

"What?" The Explosive Blaze Fireball was an extremely high-grade fire magic. A grandmaster would be severely injured by one person at the same time. Even though it was as powerful as a Forbidden Spell, the headless god corpse did not suffer much damage.

The fireball's attack finally stopped, and a victorious smile appeared on Platz's face. "How about it, Saint-level monster? Do you enjoy the taste of my" Concentration Formation "?"

"Concentration Formation" was the term used for the continuous bombardment of thousands of Explosive Flames. It was also the magic that Platz created after his closed door cultivation. Using quantity to replace quality, it became a power comparable to a Forbidden Spell, but the consumption of mana was much lower than that of Forbidden Spells.

The dust gradually dispersed, revealing the headless god corpse inside. It was covered in a black sphere of light covered in blood. Lightning surrounded the sphere of black light, forming a protective barrier that protected it.

Under the continuous bombardment of the thousands of fireballs, he was safe and sound. Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.