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Ron was at a disadvantage against three players at first, but slowly, the situation began to turn around. At this moment, he was using his "Necromancy" to its fullest, causing the three guys surrounding him to be unable to breathe.

The soldier from Room 408 said, "Damn, is this guy not weak? So powerful in close combat? "

Another Warrior gritted his teeth, "I heard that he is an Ancient Necromancer. Damn it, are Ancient Necromancy Magic really that strong? Is this really not a legend? "

Cardina stared fixedly at Ron, her tone filled with envy, "Those summoned skeleton puppets are too powerful. They are not afraid of death, even if both of their hands are broken, they are still fighting. Ancient Necromancers are really powerful!"

"Yeah!" "This is true ancient necromancy, and even Vivian's aren't real necromancy. I heard that Vivian is also learning from him!"

In the stands, Angel's tone also turned excited. "Too awesome! This guy's too awesome! Even in close combat, he's so strong! 1v3, he's actually not at a disadvantage at all!"

Nikolai looked at Ron and thought, "He really is a good sapling. The rarest thing is that he is still so young and has unlimited potential. If only he would serve the Empire!"

At this point, the Emperor suddenly spoke up. "Dean Pratz, is this student's name Ron?"

"Hmm?" A hint of surprise flashed past Platz's eyes, but he quickly calmed down. "That's right, Your Majesty. I'm very surprised that you know the name of an ordinary student in our academy!"

"Ordinary? No …. No …. He is not ordinary at all! " Nicolay shook his head, "Just a few days ago, I received an emissary from Holy Empire. He asked me through diplomatic relations to exchange ten million gold coins for this child …"

"This child is at Baroque Academy!" And he's the only Necromancer in the whole academy! "

"Ten million gold coins?" This number scared everyone, even a Saint realm expert might be tempted.

Nikolai had come ostensibly to watch the Roland Cup, but in fact he had come to ask about Ron.

Ten million gold for a single Necromancer? Nicolay was certain this wasn't a crazy price to pay for this. There had to be something more to the story.

"You agreed?" Platz frowned, his gaze fixed on Nicolay, a trace of a forceful look in his eyes.

Nicolay's heart froze as he could already tell the other party's attitude from Platz's face. He shook his head, "No! I refused! "

A trace of a smile finally appeared on Platz's face, "The Holy Church also sent news, but I rejected it!"

He raised his voice, "Ron is a student of our academy. Our academy will do everything in our power to protect him until he graduates. Of course, I won't be able to interfere with his whereabouts!"

Nicolas was a little dissatisfied, but he did not show it on his face. However, with his identity as a Saint realm expert, he did indeed have the qualifications to say these words, and it was useless for him to be dissatisfied. In front of a Saint realm expert, this so-called secular power was nothing more than a joke.

He rubbed his forehead and asked, "The Necromancy Magic has already disappeared for a hundred thousand years, how did Ron learn it?"

"I don't know either, so I won't tell him. However, he definitely inherited the ancient necromancy, and because of that, as the only necromancer in the world, it's impossible for me to hand him over to the Holy Church!"

Then Montego interjected, "Why does the Holy See care so much about a necromancer? Oh! No, it should be an ancient necromancer! "

"I don't know, maybe it's because of their faith. They are the incarnation of light, so naturally, they can't tolerate the existence of darkness."

"Yes, these fanatical religious people are sometimes unreasonable. It is foolish to start a war over a religious issue!"

Nicolas laughed. "Based on Holy Empire's temperament, this isn't the first time! But I think that this world is diverse and should contain different voices, different races and different powers … "

Nicholas leaned to make himself more comfortable: "The Holy Church is not doing well on this point!"

"It's very normal!" Platz shrugged. "They were a country where politics and religion were one."

Under the encirclement of Ron's large number of Skeleton Bravehearts, one Knight and two Warriors were in a precarious situation. At this moment, they were almost completely exhausted of their combat power, and they had no way to continue fighting. Furthermore, they were wounded, needless to say, by Ron's masterpiece.

"Oh no, Second Brother, he …" "He …" At that moment, Kara Qi cried out.

It was like a mad bull had unwittingly charged into the enemy's formation and was suddenly surrounded.

However, he did not notice that the more he fought, the more frenzied he became. In the end, almost all the attacks were met with a piercing blow, as each of his blows left a few more terrifying wounds on the fatty's body.

Rönn panicked and forced his knight to retreat, shouting loudly, "Second and Fifth Bro, don't charge anymore, come back quickly …"

"Hurry up and come back, Fatty …" He wanted to rush over to save Fatty, but he was held back by Fatty.

However, the fatty turned a deaf ear. The more they fought, the crazier he became. The wounds on his body only increased and he seemed to have turned into a man made of blood.

"It's no use. Fatty has already gone mad from the attacks. No one can call him that!" Aurora said calmly. She already knew Fatty's temper.

"Then what should we do?" Ron said hurriedly.

"Let Rancy save him!" Aurora thought for a moment and said.

"Alright!" Since the start of the battle, his healing skills had been pretty good. He raised the Dark Gold-grade scepter in his hand, "Healing skill …"

This time nothing happened.

"Eh? What? It can't be? Again? " Lang Xi's facial expression changed several times as cold sweat soaked his clothes. His healing skill had actually failed again …

"Ransome, hurry up! Second and Fifth Brother are going to die soon!" Karachi stamped her foot.

"Healing!"

Ransome raised his scepter once more, but he failed. Fatty's body was already on the verge of collapsing.

Aurora was shocked. "Is that true, Runcible? Is your healing technique failing again?" Wasn't it fine just now? "

"I... "I don't know …" Lonsim was so anxious that he almost cried. He raised his scepter again and again and chanted the incantation again and again, but to no avail. He was on the verge of collapse.

"What, everyone is injured to this extent!?" "Why isn't the Priest healing yet? Has his magic power been used up?" Some students started to discuss quietly.

In the arena, Princess Angel couldn't help but twitch her mouth, "Fatty is still the same as always. As a Thief, he was actually able to charge forward like a Warrior and didn't fall even now. This is lucky for him …"

Beside him, the King of Assassins, Hill, snorted coldly. "Fortunately, this fatty isn't a student of my academy, otherwise, I'd definitely kill him …"

His fat body almost burst the slender Thief's skin-tight clothing. If it was possible, Hill would definitely give him a few big ears. Why was he so fat and still being a Thief? You've already shamed the Thief's face.

Suddenly Angel exclaimed in surprise, "Eh? What's wrong? Even Fatty was injured to such an extent, but the priest is actually not treating him! "

Montelo laughed and lightly tapped the armrest of his chair. "It's not that he doesn't want to heal, but rather, he can't release healing spells. Didn't you see? He kept chanting, but he just couldn't release it. Haha, this kind of priest is truly a weirdo …"

At this point, everyone could see that it was basically just Ron supporting the situation by himself. With the skeleton he summoned, he had managed to hold off three people and had gained the upper hand, causing them to be unable to lift up their heads.

"Father, I have decided to return to the academy for my lessons. This decision surprised Nicolay a little.

Platz smiled slightly, "Sure, but we'll have to wait until after the ranking tournament!" As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Great Magister Sophon, who slightly shrank back, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Don't worry, Princess Angel. I will arrange a suitable dormitory for you in the future, at least it won't drag you down!"

"No need, Principal Platz!" Angel actually shook her head for the first time, and a meaningful smile appeared under Pratz's astonished gaze. "I still decide to return to my 302 dorm …"

On the arena, Ron's eyes were wide open as his soul force exploded and a large amount of black fog permeated the air. The entire arena was filled with traces of a sinister and weird smell.

With a loud roar, the bone lance swept across. The rider on the warhorse couldn't dodge in time and was struck to the ground. Like an enraged lion, Ron charged towards Fatty on his Skeleton Fighter.

Meanwhile, Room 408's morale plummeted in the midst of the one-sided shouting, as they were beaten back step by step by Ron and the others.

"Ron, hurry up and think of a way to save the fatty!" Aurora shouted.

"Alright!" "Yes!" Ron replied. At the same time, he chanted an incantation and his soul power surged out crazily. Immediately after, 'bone prisons' appeared from the ground one by one and trapped the few people attacking Fatty. At the same time, he summoned a large number of 'bone arrows'.

The Rogue lay on the ground in pain, clutching his thigh and wailing in pain.

"I surrender …"

"Surrender..."

The members of Room 408, seeing that the situation had turned for the worse, surrendered one after another. They understood that they were no match for Room 302. Although some of the members were holding them back, just Ron alone was enough to take care of them.

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