Slowly standing in the middle of the room, Ron's expression grave as the breeze blew, Paige's strength seemed ridiculous to him, but now he didn't have the heart to laugh at Paige, only a heavy feeling in his heart.

"Come on, summon your skeleton!" His mental strength soared, and the Skeleton Scorpion opened its huge wings.

Ron nodded, but he didn't seem to be chanting any incantations. Not long after, an ordinary skeleton warrior appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

He saw it climb up from the ground, a long sword in one hand and a small round shield in the other. It was wearing simple and crude armor and wailing non-stop.

"Huh?" A trace of astonishment flashed past Page's eyes, "Hmm, getting up from the ground is an interesting summoning method. You're different from most Necromancers I've ever seen!"

At this moment, the small Skeleton Fighter was standing in front of the gigantic Skeleton Venomous Scorpion Lion. The contrast between the two was extremely intense, while Ron's Skeleton Fighter looked somewhat dazed.

"Let's begin!" At that moment, the Skeleton Scorpion moved. It pounced and sent a strong gust of wind toward Ron's Skeleton Warrior.

"BOOM!"

Ron's Skeleton Warrior was unable to dodge in time, and its body was sent flying. It was knocked to the side and rolled several times in a row.

"Tsk, he couldn't even withstand a single blow!"

Seeing that he had defeated the other party, Page was slightly surprised, but then he smiled and said, "I thought that Baroque Academy's teacher was very powerful. To think that he wasn't a match for my improved Necromancy Magic."

The wrong Necromancy Spell had been modified by Page, so the summoned Skeletons were much harder than those summoned by normal Necromancers. Furthermore, due to his immense mental energy, his movement speed became much faster as well. With the two combined forces, the traditional Necromancers were no match for him.

Ron didn't say anything, just smiled.

At this time, the Skeleton Warrior that was knocked down by the Skeleton Scorpion Lion shook its head and stood up shakily under Page's astonished gaze.

"How is this possible? How can he still stand up? " Page's mouth was wide open. He had broken an ordinary skeleton in one blow, but the strength of this tiny skeleton was beyond his imagination.

Page quickly put away his contempt and said coldly, "There is indeed a trick, but if you think you can beat me like this, I'm afraid you are wrong!"

At this moment, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across Page's eyes. He controlled the gigantic Skeleton Venomous Scorpion Lion and raised its front claws high into the air. With a flap of its two bone wings, it leapt into the air.

At this moment, Ron's Skeleton Warrior's eyes suddenly glowed with a green light. With a whoosh, it raised the sword in its hand and slashed at the Skeleton King Venomous Scorpion Lion that was descending from the sky.

"Boom …"

With a flash of sword light, the Skeleton Scorpion Lion seemed to have been hit by a massive force. Its body shook violently, and the claw made up of skeletons began to explode, scattering all over the ground.

Unable to maintain its balance any longer, the Skeleton Scorpion Lion's body slanted and it fell to the ground, emitting a loud sound as its bones broke. For a time, bone fragments flew everywhere.

"How is this possible?" Page was dumbstruck. His powerful Skeleton Venomous Scorpion Lion had been defeated in a single move, and he felt utterly humiliated. He hadn't thought that the two skeletons were on a completely different level.

"Give up, you can't win against me!"

"I'm telling you, the way you summoned the skeleton was wrong. A skeleton without soul power would not be able to withstand a single blow, no matter how strong it is."

"Soul force and soul force are nothing!" "Don't think that I will lose if you get the upper hand. Now, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson!" Paige was so angry that his face turned red. He refused to admit defeat.

With a wave of his hand, the Skeleton Scorpion Lion let out a series of "kacha kacha" sounds. The bones reassembled, and the Skeleton Scorpion Lion stood up once again. Its broken front claws grew back, just like before, it wasn't injured at all.

"Again!" Page said, his eyes red.

Ron shook his head. "Page, you still don't understand. It's the same no matter how many times you try!"

"Cut the crap, watch me!" Page's eyes turned red with anxiety. Powerful spiritual energy was released, and the huge Venomous Scorpion Lion pounced towards him.

"Dang … Dang … Dang …"

At this moment, a bell sound rang out in a hurry. The sound came from far away and was long and continuous. For a moment, the entire Manchester City was shaken.

Ron looked up at the tallest clock tower in Manchester, where the voice had come from, and frowned. "What's this?"

"This is the signal for Holy Empire to invade!" Page also looked at the highest tower with a serious expression.

At this moment, the old man's voice trembled. "Brother Ron, I … I need to hide. You … hide as well. We can talk about recruitment later."

Then, he quickly left with his grandson.

At the same time, there was a commotion in Manchester. People started shouting and people rushed back to their homes. After a while, armed young men came out of their houses.

The small street was filled with all kinds of people, most of whom were elderly, women, and children. Their faces were filled with intense fear as adults called for children.

"It looks like our duel is coming to an end!" Page said after a pause.

"What are you going to do?" Ron asked in astonishment.

At this time, Page took out a small dagger, placed it on his lips and licked it, smiling, "Don't forget, I am a warrior! "My duty is to protect Manchester!"

With that, he no longer paid any attention to Ron and hurriedly left, and the gigantic scorpion disappeared as well.

"Ron, what do we do now?" Vivian asked.

Then, in Ron's ear, came Catherine's voice, full of anxiety.

"Kathleen, I'm here!" said Ron loudly, as he hurried to meet her.

"I've finally found you guys. You're really worried about me!" Kathleen also walked over quickly, patting her chest. "I'm sorry for leaving you here for so long."

"What's going on outside?" Ron asked.

"Holy Empire's troops have suddenly appeared! They're preparing to attack Manchester City!" Kathleen took a deep breath and said, "The big brother has already gone to deploy the battle, so I came here to look for you!"

"Is it very troublesome?" Ron was sensitive enough to see a hint of something in Catherine's face.

Worry was written all over Kathleen's face. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's the 19th Battle Infantry Regiment of Holy Empire, the ones who destroyed the Multicolored Stone Castle. They're well-equipped and powerful. The strongest in their division are as numerous as the clouds."

At this point, Kathleen lowered her head. "We could have repelled them with Manchester's defense, but our main force followed our sister. Manchester is now an empty city!"

Empty City!

Rönn drew a cold breath. He understood why so many women and children had been seen as soon as he entered. All the young adults in the city had left. That meant that Manchester would not be able to defend itself, no matter how strong its defenses were.

Then Catherine bit her lip. "Ron, I know I'm not qualified to ask you to do this, but I'm scared right now, and I need your strength, Ron!" Please help us, save Manchester, save the women and children here. "

Kathleen's voice was full of pleading, and before she knew it, her tears had started to flow.

As Ron watched Catherine cry, he knew that she had made herself her last hope.

A single Holy Empire legion was generally composed of ten thousand soldiers. As the trump card legion of Holy Empire, most of them were naturally veterans who had fought in the past. To the current Manchester City, such combat prowess could only be considered inferior.

With a soft sigh, Ron caught sight of a row of shivering women and children hiding in a corner not far away, holding their children in their arms. A young woman was hugging herself tightly, biting her lip to keep herself from crying, because they already knew that Manchester was an empty city and they didn't know how to face the impending doom.

Slowly, Ron's eyes hardened, and he took a deep breath, making up his mind that there were things he had to do.

Then his gaze turned to Vivian, who smiled, her smile full of encouragement.

"I promise you!" said Ron.

"Really?" When Catherine finally looked forward to an answer, she felt that as long as Ron was there, the sky would fall.

"Of course it's true!" "But you have to let me know where the front line is."

"This is Manchester?"

A young man in the uniform of the Regiment Commander pointed contemptuously at a large wooden building not far away.

"Yes, Captain Si Luo!"

Beside him was a small and thin guard, respectfully replying.

The leader was a good-looking aristocrat man about thirty years of age. He had a white face, a straight nose, dark brown hair, and long hair tied back in a ponytail. His thick eyebrows and big eyes were sharp and sharp.

He was the commander of Holy Empire's 19th Legion, the Heavy Infantry Regiment, Silo. Generally speaking, nobles wouldn't look too ugly, but the reason for that was due to a single word – bloodline.

Any noble, up to a few generations, must be a commoner. The first generation of aristocrats were usually not very handsome, but the genetic improvement was due to their ability to have one or more beautiful wives. After many generations, the later generations naturally had a noble bloodline and thus became handsome.

Slow was the same. He had inherited all the characteristics of his beautiful mother, who was also a noble. With her handsome face and the empire's army under his control, he had become the dream lover of countless young ladies in the Holy Empire's capital, São Paulo.

The mighty 19th Battalion Infantry Regiment was the Royal Sacred Empire's trump card army. There were a total of 18,000 soldiers, more than twice the number of ordinary soldiers, and almost all of the soldiers were infantry. Dressed in heavy armor, they formed into more than a dozen neat formations, each of which had more than 1000 soldiers.

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