"A good chance!" Ron was overjoyed. He clenched his teeth and concentrated his soul force, slamming it into the wall with all his might.

However, despite the cracks appearing on the black ball of light, there was still a long way to go before it could break through its shackles.

"Break for me!"

At this time, he only felt a "boom" sound in his head. The black ball of light finally cracked open, like a river bursting through a dam, and a powerful soul force poured out.

"Sure …" Did I succeed? " A look of disbelief appeared in Ron's eyes. He had never imagined that the opportunity that he had originally failed would ultimately break through under his unceasing attacks.

At this moment, he felt that his four limbs and all the meridians in his body were not in the least bit uncomfortable. A comfortable and comfortable feeling spread throughout his entire body, making him feel extremely warm and comfortable.

"Success?" Homerin was surprised and delighted.

It was as if the soul force in Ron's body had broken free from its restraints and surged out, causing his powerful soul force to continuously rise.

Double … Twice … Three times … A hint of joy appeared on his face. He seemed to see a butterfly slowly struggling to break out of the cocoon, attempting to spread its wings and fly high into the sky.

His soul force continued to flow, gradually returning to its normal state as his soul returned to its original state.

Then Ron opened his eyes and for the first time in three days he was awake.

"You're awake!" Ron felt a twinge of concern in his heart, and turned to see Komelin standing there, smiling, his eyes full of relief.

"Grandpa Homerin!" said Ron excitedly, sitting up in his chair and then lowering his head again. "I'm sorry, Grandpa Holmerlin, I was so willful!"

A trace of shame appeared on Ron's face. He was still so immature, yet he still needed to worry Grandpa Homerin. He nodded heavily. "Grandpa Homerin, I won't …"

After what had happened, he believed that Ron should be able to get a handle on things.

"Ron, congratulations on becoming a necromancer!" Hou Meilin smiled and asked, "How do you feel?"

Only then did Ron remember that he had become a necromancer. He quickly looked around, and when he saw that he had no other choice, his expression turned into one of surprise and joy.

The strong soul force was like a surging river, endlessly growing, ten times stronger than before. The space of his consciousness had expanded by nearly a hundred times, and his soul had become even more powerful.

His eyes and ears had become clear. Within the range of Rönn's vision, every single movement could not escape his eyes. The small bugs outside the window could be heard clearly. All of this was the result of his soul becoming stronger.

Unable to restrain the excitement in his heart, Ron couldn't help but sigh. This is my soul force. To think that it would be so powerful...

With Ron's current soul power, not to mention summoning a skeleton mage group, even summoning ten skeleton mages would be enough. With this amount of soul power, no matter how extravagant he was, he wouldn't be able to spend it all.

"What a powerful soul force. I probably won't be able to use it all up no matter what!" said Ron, pleasantly surprised.

"You can't use all of it?" "If you use the Necromancy Magic of a high-level Necromancer, there won't be enough left. But if you use the Necromancy Magic of a Magister, without the Soul Ring, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on for long …"

"Then, Grandpa Hou Meilin, what kind of necromancy magic does that necromancer have?" Rönn asked after thinking for a while. A hint of desire flashed in his eyes.

Hou Meilin smiled, "You have seen a lot of Necromancer level Necromancy Magic before, it's just that you haven't learned it systematically!"

"Dark Knight, Bone Wall, Frost Nova, Gargoyle, Frost Armor..." As he spoke, he listed a dozen or so types of Necromancy Magic. These Necromancer level Necromancy Magic possessed an extremely powerful might.

"Then, grandpa Hou Meilin, please teach me quickly!" Ron couldn't wait.

Komelin smiled and pointed, and a beam of green light shot out of his finger and into Ron's forehead.

A wave of knowledge that was like a sea of smoke poured into Ron's head, making his head ache. Summoning methods, incantations of the dead, flashed through his mind, confusing Ron and making him dizzy and unable to digest what he was seeing.

Ron shook his head and smiled wryly, "It's too much, Grandpa Hou Meilin. I'm afraid I'll need a period of time to become a student!"

"Of course!" "Come in and ask me if you know anything, Ron!"

Finished speaking, his body turned into a streak of light and returned to Ron's soul ring.

He looked at the sky and saw that it was already midnight, but Ron wasn't sleepy at all. He began to recall the scene in his dream.

Without a doubt, the scene in his dream was undoubtedly the Church of Calamity. What he saw was the final moment of the Church of Calamity's destruction. The once powerful Church of Calamity could not avoid its fate of destruction.

"Undead will not die, the natural disaster will not die!"

This was the oath made by the Church of Calamity before it was destroyed, but in the end, the Church of Calamity was destroyed. If not for the fact that Grandpa Homerin had been reborn in a different way, such powerful undead magic might not have survived and disappeared in the history of the world.

No one would ever know that there was a power that could shake the world!

No one would ever know of a church that once dominated the continent!

No one would ever know how glorious the Undead Magic that was treated as trash was in the past!

The thought weighed heavily on Ron's mind, and he felt the burden on his shoulders grow heavier. Remembering how he had nearly lost his confidence in living for a woman, Ron felt a burst of shame. He was still shouldering the heavy responsibility of reviving the undead magic, as well as rebuilding the Church of Calamity.

Ron clenched his fists, secretly making up his mind. No matter what, he had to rebuild the Church of Calamity and restore the former glory of Necromancy.

Slightly tilting his head, Ron saw Angel, who was sleeping at one side. After waking up, he had made such a big commotion that Angel seemed to have no feelings whatsoever. She was sleeping like a dead pig.

"This girl …" Shaking his head in frustration, a wry smile appeared on Ron's face. Luckily, Angel was an honorable princess, otherwise, if she was a mercenary, her vigilance would have been exposed to countless dangers.

But it was hard for her to have a noble princess watch over Ron.

Getting out of bed, Ron pulled out a dress and gently draped it over her. Angel stirred, grunted, and fell asleep again.

Ron returned to his bed and sat down, quietly falling into deep thought. It was not enough to have a Magister's strength, so he would need a Magister level Necromancer. Otherwise, he would just be a relatively powerful Necromancer.

The learning of magic skills required understanding, and necromancy was no exception. Only by comprehending the profound mysteries of necromancy would one be able to truly comprehend necromancy. At this moment, Ron began to work hard to comprehend it.

At dawn the next day, Angel finally woke up. She opened her eyes and yawned.

"Heh …" How comfortable it is to sleep! "

Angel stretched lazily, and at that moment, her clothes slipped off her body. "Hey, whose clothes are these?"

In a daze, Ron also opened his eyes, meeting Angel's slack-jawed ones. Angel, still dazed from waking up, nodded slightly. "Good morning," she said. Ron! "

"Morning!" Ron nodded and smiled.

"En!" "Ron, you're awake."

"I woke up last night, but I didn't wake you up when I saw you were sleeping so soundly!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Angel blamed herself for sleeping like a pig, and said it was Ron, but it was Ron.

Angel looked Ron up and down and asked, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine!" Ron laughed.

"It's really okay?" Angel didn't quite believe him. A few days ago, he had fallen into a coma, as if he was dead. The moment he woke up, he would immediately be full of life.

"I'm really fine now!" Seeing that Angel didn't believe him, Ron laughed and jumped off the bed, stretching his body, "I can eat, sleep, run, jump, and fight. What else is there for me to do?" "Look..."

"It's good that you're fine!" Seeing that Ron was completely fine, Angel was also very happy. She smiled and said, "I'll go tell them!"

Actually, Angel didn't need to call him. Manny, Karachi, Langley, and Pang Zi had already heard what was happening in Ron's room and were all excited to see him recover, but Pang Zi gave him a big hug. "Bro, it's good to see that you're okay!" "These two days, you didn't know that we were all worried to death, even Rancy's mentor couldn't do anything about your illness …"

Although Fatty and the others were not that strong, they truly treated him as a brother.

Everyone laughed, and then Manny hesitated. "Ron, can I ask you a question?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately quietened down.

Ron felt a pang in his heart. He knew what Mannie was going to ask, but he nodded anyway.

"What about you and Aurora, Ron?"

In Room 302, Manny was best friends with Aurora, and she couldn't forgive Ron for that.

Ron smiled calmly. "I did make a mistake in this matter, and I'm willing to take any responsibility for it, but since she chose to leave, I can put it aside now!"

"He put it down?" Manny was stunned.

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