Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 8: The horror of undead magic

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"Don't panic, these skeletons don't have any counter-attack power, break it to me..." The man in black was obviously knowledgeable and shouted sharply.

"Go to hell!" The brown-haired man sneered and cleaved a sword. A silver light was drawn from the tip of the sword. In his imagination, the skeleton would be easily split in half.

"When--" With a sound, what the brown-haired man expected did not happen, and saw that the bone sword in the skeleton warrior's hand was blocked, and a slight trace of it was wiped out. spark.

The brown-haired man was obviously taken aback, "What?"

At this moment, the second skeleton warrior had already circled behind him, raised the bone sword in his hand high, and cut it.

The brown-haired man only felt that the world was spinning, and then he didn't know anything. A big head was cut off directly, and blood spurted wildly.

The two skeleton warriors cooperated tacitly and killed them with one blow.

The man in black was stunned, and the butler was stunned, even Ron, whose body was controlled, was stunned, although he didn't cause all this.

The head and body of a trainee-level thief was easily separated by two skeleton warriors.

"This... how is this possible?" The pupils of the man in black suddenly opened big, and his face was full of incredible expressions. Among his impressions, undead magic is just an ancient joke, all its legends , Mostly only exist in novels.

In fact, it is not just him. Basically all people in Noah Continent believe that the so-called powerful undead magic is just a legend, in fact it is a phantom thing, and its existence value can only be studied.

The body of the brown-haired man fell weakly, and Ron saw the terrified face of the man in black headed by it.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, Necromancer, how can you fight?" The man in black took a step back with his teeth trembling, his body trembling constantly, his sixth sense told him, The child in front of him is extremely dangerous.

"The next one is your turn..." "Ron"'s hoarse voice sounded again, and he stretched out a hand and pointed at the man in black.

The four skeleton warriors turned their heads together, and the eight eyes with faint green lights aimed at him at the same time, making a strange cry, and attacking him suddenly.

"Not good, run away..."

The man in black has only one thought in his mind, that is to run away, run away, never face this terrible child again.

"Jie Jie...Do you think you can escape?" Ron, who was possessed, smiled, gestured with his only movable right hand, and gently spit out two words, "Bone prison!" "

The man in black felt that the figure sank. Something slowed down his body. Then there was a flower in front of his eyes. A cage-like object suddenly sprang out of the ground, and immediately stuck him tightly. Immobile.

"What is this?"

The frightened man in black felt bad. He grabbed the edge of the bone prison with both hands, but couldn't break free with all his strength.

"Chop it to pieces..."

The man in black gritted his teeth, pulled out his sword from his waist, and severely chopped it to the bone prison.

"Crack--" With a sound, he cut out a small hole in the bone prison.

"Can open..." The man in black was happy, and was about to cut again, but he didn't know that a few dark shadows had appeared around him.

"No...don't..." The man in black already understood what he was about to face, and the four skeleton warriors raised their swords and pierced him, who was trapped by the bones and could not move. , The most terrifying thing is that at this time the man in black found that he had nowhere to hide.

"Por...por...por..."

Four long swords pierced at different angles pierced him through. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes had an incredible look. He couldn't believe that he would die in a useless one. The hand of the necromancer.

"This...Is this still a Necromancer?"

The man in black has an unwilling look in his eyes, and there is still a hint of puzzlement.

The skeleton warriors don't have any emotions, they only know to execute the summoner's order, drew the long sword, and the green eyes are once again directed at the last person, the chief steward of the Naka Manor.

The housekeeper trembled all over, he knelt down with a "pump--" and cried, "My lord, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please let me go..."

"It's too late to admit your mistake, I'll send you on the road..." "Ron", who was possessed by Khomelin, was not moved at all, and the four skeleton warriors slowly approached the butler.

When the housekeeper knelt down, an imperceptible cold light flashed in his eyes, and this cold light happened to be caught by the countless readers of Huo Meilin.

Just when the butler thought the other party was letting down his guard, he moved, and a dagger with a cold light slammed out of his sleeve and pierced straight at "Ron".

"Huh, little vulture..." Even if Khomelin was not prepared, he would not fall on a small dagger.

"Bone Shield!"

Homelin said silently, and a shield made of bone appeared in front of "Ron" out of thin air, but its process was not so smooth.

The dagger went through the bone shield and took "Ron" straight.

Huo Meilin frowned, calmly, and flashed sideways, letting the dagger go away, and the butler stabbed empty.

Hormelin made a mistake. This is logically impossible, but it's no wonder he, after all, this is not his body, it is impossible to make a mistake, and mistakes are inevitable.

When Huo Meilin looked again, the butler had already escaped several tens of meters. He was running desperately. The power and horror of the undead magic had scared him.

"Huh... I want to escape, it's not so easy..." Huo Meilin snorted coldly.

"Bone spurs..."

A black light shining from his hand, like a shooting star chasing the moon, directly taking the steward.

The big housekeeper's figure stagnated, and the bone spur from Huo Meilin easily pierced him, but he endured the pain without saying a word. What is the slight pain for his life?

The butler didn't stop for a moment, and suddenly ran far.

"Even for him to escape..." Huo Meilin was a little bit upset, but also a little helpless.

"Forget it..." Huo Meilin gave a wry smile. It is impossible for him to control Ron, an unfamiliar body, to chase after him.

As soon as Huo Meilin collected the magic, the few skeleton warriors turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind.

Although Ron's body can't move, his eyes have been watching "his" every move, he can't even believe that all this is caused by "self".

"It's safe now, Ron, I will withdraw from your body..." Hummelin smiled.

At this time, Ron only felt his body soft, as if he had been emptied of strength, and fell to the ground feebly.

Ron, who had regained control of his body, only felt intense pain from his left hand because of the dislocated hand.

Ron clenched his teeth, pressed his intact right hand, twisted it hard, and only heard a "pop-" sound. The dislocated bone returned to its original position, but Ron was already in pain and sweating.

"Hehe, Ron, I didn't expect you to have bones..." Huo Meilin said with a smile, "What a strong boy, this pain is not something ordinary people can bear..."

At the same time, his figure also appeared in front of Ron.

It's not surprising that Ron can take bones. As a wanderer, many skills necessary for survival are necessary.

Ron suppressed his excitement, got up to his feet, knelt directly to Huo Meilin, and said sincerely, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, I...I want to worship you as a teacher..."

"Hehe..." Huo Meilin smiled, a little smug in his laughter, "Ron, don't you want to be a "great" magician? Why would you learn undead magic from me?"

Ron was indeed shocked by Khomelin's undead magic, and no one understood the mystery and power of undead magic more deeply than him.

He scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, I was wrong. Undead magic is very powerful, even more powerful than magician."

"Hehe, Ron, you are wrong again. There is no most powerful magic, only the most powerful magician. Whether undead magic is more powerful than magic, it depends on the person who uses it..." Huo Meilin Said with a smile.

However, there is a hint of confusion in Khomelin's heart. Looking at the few people just now, it is obvious that they may have seen undead magic, but why do they think that undead magic is useless magic? Why did you panic afterwards? Huo Meilin couldn't understand even if he wanted to break his head.

"Grandpa Huo Meilin, can you teach me the magic of the undead?" Ron saw Huo Meilin's silence, fearing that this opportunity would pass up again, and hurriedly begged.

"Hehe, of course, but..." Huo Meilin said with a smile.

He couldn't hear two words, Ron's face shrugged, flushed and proactively said, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, I...I don't have money..."

He said this because he had met a wandering magician before. At the beginning, he said that he could teach him, but he only needed seven hundred gold coins when he opened his mouth. When he heard that Ron had no money, he turned around and left.

Huo Meilin sweated again, I am a soul, what do I want money for, he laughed and said, "Hehe, Ron, I don't want money..."

"Uh, Grandpa Huo Meilin, what do you want?" When he heard that no money was needed, hope rekindled in Ron's eyes.

"I have only one condition." Huo Meilin smiled and stretched out a finger, "If you join the natural disaster church, I will teach you undead magic..."

"Uh, what is the Scourge Church..." Ron asked casually.

"Hehe...The natural disaster church is not a thing..." Huo Meilin said smoothly, but as soon as he spoke, he knew that he had made a mistake. He immediately coughed and interrupted, "Don't talk about it, do you want to join? ?"

"I'll add...I'll join..." As long as you join a certain church, you can learn such a powerful undead magic, and you can think of things with your ass. How can Ron not do it? The most important thing is that after learning undead magic and having strong strength, he has the opportunity to avenge his grandfather. Thinking of his grandfather, Ron has a strong fighting spirit in his heart.

"Then...how do I join?" Ron asked.

Huo Meilin thought for a while, and said helplessly, "Initially, joining the natural disaster church required a lot of rules, but now the conditions are limited, these things are exempted, um, so...you just make an oath with me... …"

"I'll say something, you'll say something afterwards." Seeing Ron's consent, Hummelin said immediately.

"Great God of Death, your believer Ron joined the Scourge Church today, following in your footsteps, spreading your glory..."

The oath was very long, but Ron followed Khomelin the same way.

"That's it?"

"Well, that's it."

"Then I can learn undead magic now?"

"Yes!"

"Great..." Ron jumped up happily. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and asked.

"Grandpa Huo Meilin, may I ask you a question?"

"Ask!"

"How many people are there in the natural disaster church?"

"Well, this, there used to be many people, but now, there are only two of you...Of course, I am the soul. To be precise, there is only you..."

"..."

Ron is speechless, this one-person natural disaster church is really...too powerful...

His eyes rolled, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, I heard that after apprenticeship, he will be called honorific. Should I call you Teacher Huo Meilin?"

Hearing the words "Tutor Huo Meilin", the corners of Huo Meilin's mouth twitched fiercely. He felt a pain in his heart when he thought of the disciple who had betrayed him.

He took a deep breath and said, "No, let's call it like now..."

"Oh..." Ron nodded, and then said, "Grandpa Khomelin, shall we start learning undead magic now?"

Ron can't wait.

Huo Meilin smiled slightly. He looked at the two corpses in front of him and said, "Ron, your most important task at the moment is not to learn undead magic, but to leave here as soon as possible..."