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At the end of the corridor was a red door, closed, but Ron's sense of unease was growing stronger and stronger, and it gnawed at him, forcing him to push it open and see what it was.

Ron was surprised when his fingers brushed the vermilion door, but instead of pushing it open, his hand passed through it easily.

"Was it that dream?" Ron finally understood, and he was surprised to find himself in that dream again.

Knowing his situation, Ron calmed down. He knew there was no danger here.

This dream seemed to reveal some secret that made Ron want to investigate to the end.

His body moved unimpeded through the door and into the room. The air was so cold and suffocating that Ron was surprised when he saw the scene inside the room.

At the center of this magic array, there was a young man standing there. The young man seemed to be about thirty years of age, with long black hair, and his entire body was covered with snow-white skin, like a pampered prince. His upper body was bare, and his lower body was only wearing a pair of tight pants, and his eyes were closed, with tendrils of something that were like vines wrapped around his body, until his ankles, both hands were raised up, and he was forced to stand there like a statue.

Ron was surprised at first, but he quickly recognized that this was the legendary "Spiritual Concentration Formation" that Grandpa Homerin had told him about.

Spirit Gathering was a process of condensing the meaning of soul force. The trace of cold yin energy was an incomparably tyrannical soul force. Ron had never thought about how a person's soul force could be so powerful.

Wisps of black gas continuously floated around the hall as they finally gathered on the young man through the Spiritual Concentration Formation.

Ron walked slowly up to the young man, who was looking at him silently. The young man's face was extremely handsome and his eyebrows were sharp and starry. His body did not look strong, but the proportions of his muscles were perfect.

At this moment, his eyes were tightly shut, as if he was sleeping. He was sleeping extremely peacefully.

At this moment, as if he sensed someone peeping, the young man's brows twitched, unconsciously opening a tiny bit of his eyes, causing Ron to jump in fright.

The young man opened his eyes and looked around. He did not discover anyone. He felt strange and did not know where the feeling of being stared at came from. Once he did not discover anything suspicious, he closed his eyes again.

How could this be possible? He can actually sense my existence in his subconscious? I can only be considered a spirit body. Who is this guy, why does he give me the feeling that his strength is stronger than Grandpa Hou Meilin's?

Ron was still in the middle of his shock when, with a rumble, the ground outside shook and Ron almost lost his balance. At the same time, battle cries came from outside.

Astonished, Ron looked back, a flash of surprise in his eyes, and walked quickly out of the room, ignoring the young man.

His soul-like body passed through the wall and arrived outside. However, the scene outside the room surprised him.

At this moment, he was standing within a city. In the city, it was densely packed with people. At the entrance of the city gate, there were sounds of battle that shook the skies.

Looking down from the high city walls, on the ground, was an endless battlefield, countless warriors were fighting below, black armored legions, white armored legions, and soldiers of the army wearing unknown colors were all hanging together, starting a chaotic battle.

One after another, outstanding warriors fell into pools of blood. Countless broken limbs, broken arms and blood flew all over the sky. The blood on the ground had already accumulated into small puddles. This showed just how brutal this war was.

The sky seemed to darken and turn dark.

"Have the Gargoyle army attack!"

Just as Ron was staring in shock, a voice attracted his attention. Not far behind him stood an old man wearing a black robe. His long, white hair fluttered in the air and his expression was not angry.

"Yes, Great Elder Mostow!" A knight was kneeling on one knee in front of the old man in black robes. The knight was clad in heavy armor, and there were skulls on his shoulders, chest, elbows, and knees.

In his description of Ron, Ron found out about the guy's profession — the death knight.

The Death Knight walked to the side and gave an order to a black clothed attendant. The attendant then bowed and left.

"Who is he?" Ron blinked. He was beginning to be interested in this old man named Mostow, and he was beginning to guess his identity.

Mostow stood on the city wall, watching the fierce fighting below. The muscles on his face trembled, indicating that he was not at peace with himself.

The battle below was intense, but their side was in a disadvantageous situation. At this moment, the Death Knight's eyes flashed with a hint of anger as he clenched his fists, "Damn it, these bastards, when Lord Lich King was here, all of them were extremely respectful. However, ever since Lord Lich King disappeared, the faces of these fellows have changed!"

Lich King? Ron's heart thumped, and he pricked up his ears and went on listening.

"Yeah!" Elder Mostow sighed, shook his head and said, "Hundreds of years ago, when our Church of Calamity was in its prime, those weak powers were all trembling with fear. But now, our Church of Calamity has actually fallen to such a state …"

The Church of Calamity! As the four words entered Ron's ears, his mind boomed and his breathing quickened.

The Church of Calamity, could this be the Church of Calamity from a hundred thousand years ago …

The answer is already out. Countless Necromancers, Death Knights and Undead Assassins. That's right, this is Omorus from a hundred thousand years ago.

"But... But, why would I come here? " Ron's heart thumped. Was it possible that he was destined to observe everything as an onlooker?

Or, all this had something to do with him …

At that moment, there was a commotion in the sky. Numerous shadows flew out of the castle and filled the sky in a black mass that Ron recognized as the Gargoyle.

The Death Knight looked at the sky for a long time before saying, "The Gargoyle Ghost Army has already entered the battle. I wonder if we can recover from our fatigue …"

Elder Moso shook his head, "It's too difficult. The other party also has an air force, which is the famous Griffin Army. We can only hold on for a little while!"

"Then what should we do?" Anxiety was written all over the Death Knight's face.

Mostow gritted his teeth, "The only hope we have to turn the situation around! It's only him! " As he spoke, he looked toward the room where the young man was and spoke in a deep voice.

The Young Master was referring to the man within the Spiritual Concentration Formation. At this moment, he was madly absorbing the energy within the Spiritual Concentration Formation.

At this moment, waves of screams came from the enemies below the city wall.

"The Stone Elephant Legion of the Church of Calamity has entered the battle!"

"Oh my god, it's a gargoyle!"

"Air force, where's our air force?"

The appearance of the gargoyle caused a commotion among the people below. Fear appeared on their faces as the legion of gargantuan gargoyles covered the entire sky. The sheer number of these gargoyles was enough to cause terror.

The Gargoyle was a summoned undead creature. Its body was about three meters long like a bat, but with a wingspan of eight meters, its flying speed was extremely fast, and its attacking power was also extremely powerful. More importantly, it had the ability to heal itself, so when it was injured, it could transform into a stone statue.

All together, they were a terrifying number. These were the elites of the Church of Calamity, and if not for the fact that Mostow didn't want them to fight at the final moment, it could be seen that the situation had reached a very dangerous stage.

"Mage, attack!"

With a single command, countless magic bullets flew into the air and struck at the Gargoyle army in the sky.

"Boom …" Boom … "Boom …"

The magic exploded in the sky, and the stone statues that were hit by the magic fell to the ground. Some of them turned into black smoke and disappeared, while the others turned into stone statues on the ground to heal their wounds.

At this moment, the Undead Mentor on the back of the gargoyle also began to retaliate, bone spears raining down from the sky, piercing through the mages who didn't have enough time to defend …

The brutality of the war was beyond Ron's imagination. At this moment, his blood was boiling and he wished that he could become one of the ordinary soldiers of the Church of Calamity and fight against those vicious enemies.

Just at this moment, a roar came from the sky and black dots appeared in the sky.

A sharp-eyed soldier shouted excitedly, "It's griffins! The griffin army has appeared!"

The appearance of the Griffin Army caused the enemies below to cheer, and the ordinary members of the Church of Calamity had ashen faces.

As expected, the appearance of the Griffin Army led to a devastating blow to the Stone Statue Ghost Army of the Church of Calamity. Intense aerial battles broke out between the two sides and countless Undead Magisters fell.

"Bastard!" He could not afford such a loss. At the same time, his heart was filled with sadness, the current Church of Calamity was no longer the Church of Calamity. With the disappearance of the Lich King and the internal war of the Church of Calamity, most of its power had been used up.

At this time, a black robed servant quickly ran over and whispered a few words into the Death Knight's ear. The Death Knight revealed a smile on his face.

"Lord Mostow, congratulations, Lord Little Lord has recovered quite well. Not only has he recovered his strength at his peak, but he's also relying on the Spirit Convergence Array left behind by Lord Lich King. His power is constantly increasing, and he might even be able to break through to the Realm of the Gods …"

"Really?" "Very good, this kid has never let me down. As long as he wakes up, it'll be time for us to retaliate!"

The Death Knight laughed, "I almost forgot, the young master is the Great Elder's godson!"

Mostow smiled, his face full of pride.