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After taking care of the headless god corpse, Wharton let out a cold laugh. Holding his bloodied sword, he slowly approached Ron.

"It's over!"

He closed his eyes. His last card had failed, and he no longer had any power to resist Wharton. Right now, his mood was as though he had fallen from the peak to the bottom.

"Hmm?"

Right at this moment, Wharton frowned slightly. He raised his fist into the air, then suddenly turned it into a claw and clawed at the empty space next to him.

"Who dares to launch a sneak attack, get the hell out here!"

At the same time, his hands didn't stop moving. At this time, a figure slowly appeared in the air.

Ron had already closed his eyes, but upon hearing this, he discovered that it was Kathleen. Wharton had grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up into the air, a pained look on his face.

"Hmph, a small assassin dares to attack your father. It seems you are tired of living!" Wharton said with a cold snort.

"Y-you let her go!" Ron was surprised and angry to see Catherine caught by Wharton.

"Hmph, reckless fool, you should just take care of yourself!" Wharton said coldly, but his hands didn't relax at all.

"Let me go!"

Wharton's hand was tightly clenched. Kathleen was struggling frantically. Unfortunately, in front of a Saint-level combatant who was so powerful that it surpassed everything else, her struggles were futile.

"Eh? What about Catherine? "

Juliana had been away from the castle for some time, but when she looked back, she saw that Catherine was nowhere to be seen.

"Hmm? "Strange, she was clearly here just now!" Elfa thought for a moment, then replied.

Juliana was scared out of her wits when she heard this.

"Don't tell me …"

She suddenly thought of something terrifying, she fiercely gritted her teeth, turned her horse around, and ran in the direction of the colored stone castle.

"Eldest Miss … Eldest Miss …"

Behind him, Elfa and Laoclen cried out in alarm, but Juliana didn't seem to hear them. She rode on her horse and galloped far away, leaving behind the members of the Ebia Rebellion.

"What should we do?"

Everyone in the Ebia looked at each other in dismay. As the leader, the young miss had left just like that without leaving a single instruction. They had no idea what to do next.

"I'm worried about her. I'll go back and see her!"

Elfa clenched his teeth and chased after him with the reins of his horse. He was well aware that a Saint realm expert was terrifying. If he left, he might not be able to come back.

He was Mitzi's grandson, and perhaps he would give his grandmother some face.

After seeing Elfa leave, LaoClun made up his mind and said, "I'll go and take a look as well!" After saying that, he also followed, leaving almost 100,000 troops behind.

The look on Juliana's face became more and more anxious as she galloped. At this moment, she was extremely regretful. Why? Why did he have to leave? Although leaving was the right choice from a war point of view, it hurt her sister. She knew what Kathleen felt for Ron.

"Kathleen, please don't let anything happen to you."

Juliana was on her horse, almost crying, and she covered her mouth so hard that tears welled in her eyes.

"Roaaaaaar!"

Seeing that Kathleen had landed in Wharton's hands, Ron let out a furious bellow, like a wild beast. Forcing himself to endure the pain, he twisted his hand, causing his spiritual energy to surge wildly as he thrust out a bone lance. Even though he knew it was useless, he still attacked without any hesitation.

Wharton revealed a savage smile. He liked to watch his prey struggle with all his might, and he didn't even have the chance to move as his body suddenly exploded with flames.

"Boom …"

Ron's body bounced off and crashed to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Seeing Ron desperately climbing up, covered in blood, a deep sense of regret flashed through Kathleen's eyes. If it wasn't for her, Ron would have already returned to the Roland Empire and wouldn't have ended up like this.

"Ron is sorry." Catherine opened her mouth slightly and managed to speak in a voice that was barely audible.

His voice was not loud, but Ron heard it anyway, and his eyes reddened as he whispered, "Catherine, I've never blamed you!"

"Is that true?" Kathleen forced a smile, "Maybe I really am going to die. Before I die, I must tell you something."

As she was being pinched around the neck, Catherine's words were broken and she coughed from time to time.

"I like you," Catherine managed at last, her voice as soft as a mosquito's.

Ron's mind went blank. He sat there as if he had lost consciousness. Before he died, he had heard the true love of a beautiful girl.

The encounter in St. Paolo, the sentimental encounter in the sewers, the scene played out in Ron's mind like a movie. For a moment, Ron's eyes filled with tears.

"Heh heh, Ron, I didn't expect this little girl to be so deep in love with you!" Wharton began to laugh. He glanced at Kathleen. "But there's one thing you're wrong about. Being in love with a heretic isn't a very good choice."

"Very good. In that case, I'll send you all to hell. I can guarantee that you will be buried together." The killing intent in Wharton's eyes grew thicker and thicker.

As she spoke, his hand tightened, and Catherine felt her breath catch in her throat. Her pretty face turned purple, and her consciousness began to fade.

"Let her go!"

Right at this moment, an elderly voice rang out, scaring Wharton into a jump.

"Who?"

Wharton turned his head, but didn't see anyone. At this moment, he saw Ron, who had fallen to the ground from his injuries. Unknowingly, Ron had stood up and was staring at him with a pair of ice-cold eyes.

"It's you?"

Wharton looked at Ron and was surprised. What surprised him was not why Ron was able to stand, but how Ron felt when he stood up.

Ron stood there silently, black soul energy rising from his body, and the hoarse voice said again, "I said! "Release her!"

"Who are you?"

Wharton asked subconsciously, because he felt as if Ron had become a different person.

Dignity. Right. Wharton wasn't mistaken, he had actually seen dignity in Ron's eyes. This was a type of temperament that only those who had been in power for a long time would have. There was no way it would appear on a seventeen year old child.

Ron didn't answer, because he'd shown what he wanted to do with his actions, and he did it.

"Frost Nova!"

Using the Frost Nova technique, a layer of frost immediately appeared beneath Wharton's feet, freezing him in place.

Wharton was startled. At this moment, a sharp bone lance suddenly appeared, aiming at his eyes.

"This is bad!"

No matter how cocky he was, Wharton didn't dare to joke around with his weak point. He tilted his head slightly, dodging the bone lance's attack.

"That was close!"

Because the two were too close, Wharton still felt some lingering fear. Although he could find a priest to heal his wounded eyes, a round of pain was still unavoidable.

At this moment, he felt his hands lighten. The girl in his hand had long since disappeared.

With Wharton's chance to dodge, "Ron" saved Kathleen, and with a "Fog Shadow Technique" dodging to the side, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Thank you, I'm all right, Ron. You saved me again!"

Ron smiled and said nothing. He released her hand and pointed in the other direction, indicating that she should leave.

Catherine nodded obediently, her figure fading away into the air, knowing that she was a burden to stay, that she was content to help Ron.

To be able to save someone from the clutches of a Saint-level combatant and then strike at their vital points … Wharton's mentality and experience were far from ordinary. Although his strength was still the same, he felt as though he was fighting against a dangerous, battle-hardened figure.

This feeling caused him to feel extremely uneasy.

"This is a very strange feeling!" You're not Ron. Who are you? " Wharton asked in a low voice.

He felt as though he had no choice but to make a move. Indeed, he himself admitted that even if he did make a move, the chances of defeating Wharton were very slim, because the difference in power was simply too great.

With Ron's current strength, he could not contain his power, so he had to compress his power to keep it balanced with Ron's, or Ron's body would collapse.

However, the same power was already very different under the use of Komelin.

"If you like hell so much, then go to hell and ask!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a cloud of azure fog shot towards Wharton. This was the skill which Necromancers were proud of – Death Bind.

"Hmph." Wharton laughed coldly. "What arrogance. I'll beat you half to death, then slowly force you to answer questions."

With a wave of his longsword, the 'Death Bind' was chopped into two, but the broken 'Death Bind' once more, as though it had wrapped tens of thousands of strands of hair. Wharton frowned, the fire battle-qi on his body shaking and dispersing the 'Death Bind'.

"Pediatric!"

Wharton let out a cold snort, flying out horizontally as he chopped viciously at Hou Merlin.

"Hehe!" "Come at me!"

His body transformed into a cloud of fog, and he immediately disappeared. Wharton's longsword chopped through empty space.

"Where is he?"

Wharton immediately became focused, but then he saw that the other person had already disappeared. While he was stunned, more than ten magical bullets suddenly appeared, giving him a huge shock. It was unknown when this person had summoned more than ten Skeleton Mages, but he hadn't been able to react in time.

boom boom boom *

The stone fort that had been destroyed was once again set on fire, the sound of weapons clashing against each other resounded, explosions rose and fell, for a time, both sides were fighting to the point of inseparability.

Hou Meilin was like a professional commander. He was skilled in the same kind of Necromantic Magic, which made Ron, who kept his soul inside his body, dazzle with admiration.

The more they fought, the more depressed Wharton became. The 'Ron' in front of him was like a slippery eel. He couldn't get close to him at all, and so he could only take a beating.

After an unknown period of time, in an inconspicuous corner of the battlefield at the Multicolored Stone Fortress, the headless god corpse that had suffered a heavy injury lay on the ground, its body trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, a change suddenly occurred to its body.

"Pa Pa Pa!" A crisp sound was heard.

With every echo, the headless god corpse's body trembled. The spiderweb-like patterns on its body began to fracture, revealing the dark white skin underneath.

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