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eadx ();? Everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces. How was it possible that a Saint realm expert could actually kill a Saint realm expert?

"Are you joking, Platz?"

"Humph!"

At this moment, the Holy Emperor, Ernst, gave a cold snort. "Lord Lafite, the reason this Ron fellow killed Wharton was because he trained in the evil Necromantic Magic, and the evil power didn't even belong to him. He is a heretic!"

"What?" Necromancy? "

Naturally, he had heard of the legends of Necromancy. Weren't Necromancy commonly known as trash magic?

"Objection!" Platz stood up and loudly said, "Vice President, our Roland Empire has never had any heretics talk about …"

He took a deep breath and said, "The existence of any power has its own rationality, as does necromancy. Although some of its actions make us feel that it is inconceivable, it does not mean that it is evil …"

As he spoke, he glanced at Ernst. "On the contrary, if the Holy Church were to refer to power that does not conform to their teachings as heresy, and if they were to send troops to chase after and kill Ron while he is in the Holy Empire, and even send out Saint Rulers, such an act wouldn't make sense to me at all."

"Principal Pratz, can you tell me how strong Ron really is?"

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Although I don't know much about Necromancy, from what I know, with his current cultivation progress, he should be around the strength of a Mentor …"

The level of a master, this level of strength was beneath everyone's eyes.

"As long as you admit to it!" Ernst took a deep breath, then turned around. "Lord Speaker, Lord Lafite, it doesn't make sense for a master to go kill a Saint-level combatant. The only reason why he was able to do this was because this heretic named Ron had created a corpse, and he had used some special method to give it the power and control it to fight. Only then could Wharton be killed …"

"Manipulating the body?"

Everyone in the council looked at each other in dismay. They had never heard of such a method of using power before.

The Beastman Senator Li Jia frowned and said, "Are you saying that that Ron fellow doesn't even have the strength of a Saint, and only used the power of a Saint who died?"

Ernst: "Exactly!"

"Is that it, Platz?"

"That's right!" Platz nodded, "Lord Lafite, I still believe that the existence of this kind of power has its own reasons. No matter what method Rowan uses, as long as he wins, even if it's us Saint realm experts, isn't it fine? What's wrong with that? "

The two sides were engaged in an intense confrontation. Both sides were arguing and neither side was giving in to the other. They were on the verge of an argument.

Wendy, one of the senators, frowned. Now she knew who this Ron was, and if she wasn't mistaken, this Ron was the same Ron Aurora had said he was.

Wendy sighed in her heart. He was probably the only person in the entire history of the continent who could cause all the experts of the continent to quarrel over him.

Everyone was clear that the matter was actually very simple. However, it was not easy to decide which side was right and which was wrong. It was hard to say. Both sides had their own views, and it sounded like they had their own reasons.

"I don't know what to say about this. Let's discuss it!"

The conference hall buzzed with discussions. Some supported Platz's point of view, while some supported Ernst's. However, most people still held the thought of watching a show. Other than the experts of Holy Empire and Roland Empire, no one took it seriously.

Montego grinned at Platz, "That Ron guy is the one who led students into Xianglong Academy, right?" He was actually able to kill Wharton? "This is interesting indeed..."

Platz let out a bitter laugh and said in a low voice, "You have seen that battle corpse puppet before. Have you forgotten about that headless monster in the air above Baroque Academy?"

"Is that it?" He immediately nodded. "If it's him, there shouldn't be too much of a problem in killing Wharton!" Thinking back to the terrifying power of the headless god corpse, Montelo still felt a lingering fear.

Hill smiled slightly, "I've seen that kid Ron before, the power to manipulate corpses is extremely inconceivable. When the Earth Sword Saint Kris came over to kill me, he also used this move. At that time, I suspected that the headless guy was caused by him.

"I have to thank you for that matter. If it wasn't for you, how could it have been quelled so easily?"

"I have a premonition that things may go wrong. Hill, what do you think of this?"

Hill smiled. "Don't worry, I'll stand on your side!"

"Old bastard, when did I ever not support you?"

Just as everyone was discussing the matter, Lafite quietly asked the Speaker, Freya, "Lord Speaker, what do you think about this …"

Freya shook her head, "I have no objections!"

"I understand!"

He knew that Freya didn't want to get involved.

At this moment, Imena, the Holy Mentor of the Holy Church, suddenly stood up. "Lord Speaker, Lord Deputy Speaker, Lord Senator, I want to say something …"

The meeting hall quietened down as everyone's gazes focused on her.

Imena took a deep breath and said, "I would like to draw the attention of the members of the Council to the fact that the most powerful, evil, and terrifying part of this Necromancy Magic is to control corpses to fight …"

Her beautiful eyes moved, and her voice was like an oriole as it echoed in the meeting hall, "Then … "Everyone here, you can imagine the scene where no one's life is infinite. What would you think if, after you die, these evil heretics manipulated your corpses to do something against the law?"

Everyone had a trace of anger on their faces. Perhaps they were all powerful warriors from the side of Chi Feng and Ba Guan when they were alive, but after their deaths, they became a corpse at the mercy of others. This was a change that they could not accept.

"I'm done!"

Imena knew the point was the end of the line. She obediently stopped, sat down immediately after she finished speaking.

Then she looked — Ernst gave her an approving look, and she nodded slightly.

The moment Imena said this, the winds of the whole council suddenly changed. Many people began to righteously scold the evil necromancy.

"I think..."

At this time, the expert from the Beamon clan who had been silent all this time, and vice chairman Hao Qin, spoke up. With a single word, everyone's gazes were attracted towards him.

"Since this Ron has the evil power that can manipulate corpses, then he doesn't need to stay in this world. I suggest that the council form a joint enforcement team to carry out this task …"

His voice was firm and firm, and if, as the Deputy Speaker, he made his opinion clear and the other senators did not object, the matter was basically settled.

"Vice chairman is wise!" Ernst bowed deeply, a hint of joy on his face.

"What do the senators have to say?"

After thinking for a moment, Wendy Ni thought to herself.

"Hmph, Ron, you stinking brat, you actually dare to bully my darling granddaughter? Since it's like this, don't blame me for not helping you!" So he said.

"I have no objections!"

The senators shook their heads.

Platz, Montego, Hill, and the others glanced at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness.

Platz's heart sank. He forced a smile and asked Hill, "Is there anything that can be done about it?"

Hill's face was also filled with bitterness. "I'm afraid I can't!"

When Lafite's gaze fell on the chairman, Freya hesitated for a moment, "I think the council will not interfere in this matter, let the human race handle it themselves..."

… ….

Southwest of the Magic Beast Empire was the Razor Highlands, the territory of the noble Behemoths. On a boundless plain, there was a huge, rugged building that looked like a castle standing on the ground.

Although the exterior of the castle was crude and crude, the interior was richly decorated.

In a wide corridor, a handsome man was anxiously waiting. He kept pacing, but his eyes were focused on the closed door, showing his anxiousness.

He was the illegitimate son of a Saint-level combatant of the Holy See, the Lord of the Palace, Wharton. Tommy.

Since Wharton's death, Tommy's position had plummeted without the protection of the strong. Due to the lack of strength in the annihilation of the army, the Imperial Army suffered heavy casualties. Tommy had taken responsibility. He had been relieved of his position as the governor of the province of Aibia and had almost been stripped of his imperial title.

But Tommy was a man of opportunity, and at all costs he seized the last straw of his life — Omega, the mighty Behemoths, who, in order to impress Omega's heart, had come all the way to the demon empire's shaving plateau to present him with beautiful gifts and sweet words, and had succeeded in capturing Omega's heart.

At that moment the door opened and Omega hurried out.

"How is it?"

Tommy hurried to meet him, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Omicade's ugly face held the look of a young girl in love. He smiled and said, "This is done. With the Old Ancestor's strength, it is impossible for Ron to escape death …"

"That's great!" Tommy's eyes were shining with revenge. He said bitterly, "Ron, you'll have a day like this too."

"Thank you, Omega." Tommy said sincerely.

"No need to thank me. Ron and I have a grudge against each other. Don't forget that I almost died in his hands..."

With a light sigh, Tommy looked at this ugly girl and felt touched. After experiencing the world's desolate ups and downs, Tommy had matured a lot. He pulled Omega into his arms and whispered, "Omega, I don't have anything else. Don't leave me …"

"Of course not, darling, we'll always be together." See the launch. No ads, please.

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