Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 115: Identity Revealed

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"I don't know!" Platz shook his head, "This guy is like a human, but now, there is no strong man in God's Domain. It may be someone in history, but I don't know who it is..."

Hill gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I am more interested in who brought this guy back to life?"

No one answered, because no one knew the question, and even Platz didn't know why this headless monster came out suddenly.

Montgoth yelled, "The destructive power caused by our battle is too strong, we must lead him to a high place, otherwise the ground will be destroyed!"

"Okay!" Platz and Hilzi responded, and the three figures fought and withdrew, and quickly ascended to the sky. The fearless headless **** corpse kicked both legs, like a string. Chasing away like an arrow.

"Ah—they flew away!" said a student who formed a tent and looked at the heights.

"I don't want to cause too much damage, after all, their combat effectiveness is too strong!" another student said.

Huo Meilin looked at the sky and muttered, "I hit this point without a weapon, this corpse is really awesome..."

The headless corpse has no weapons, and the other three have at least dark gold-level equipment in their hands, and some even have more than one piece.

The three have ascended into the air and started a fierce battle in the air.

At this moment Platz shouted loudly, "You drag him, give me some time, I want to cast the forbidden curse..."

"Forbidden Curse?" Hill and Montegett were stunned for a moment, a solemn expression flashed in their eyes. The power of Forbidden Curse was enough to destroy the world. They knew that Platz was going to press the bottom of the box. The effort has come out.

Hill couldn't help laughing and cursing, "Okay, old Platz, now I just remembered to cast the forbidden curse, why did you go!" As he said, the frequency of attacks was higher, and the headless corpse Forced in a hurry.

The dark-gold dragon spear of Montegothic is not to be outdone. It dances imperviously. The powerful earth vindictiveness and the strength of the sanctuary have added a few terrifying things to the body of the headless god. wound.

Platts paid no attention to the two, but gathered the fire element floating in the air.

"The flames surging in the depths of the earth, I pray to you in the name of a devout believer...Burn it, the bird of the **** of fire, let your eyes become a sea of ​​flames..."

The heat wave around Platz-it’s compelling. Even Hill and Montgoth, who are far apart, felt a burst of heat. They saw Platz wave his magic wand, and the powerful fire element quickly condensed and changed. In the form of a huge flamingo, the flamingo flapped its wings and let out a soft moan that alarmed for nine days.

Hill and Montgoth were stunned, "What's the matter? The strength of this old ghost has risen a lot..."

The headless **** corpse had a meal, and it seemed to feel the increasing pressure, which came from the burning firebird.

"Go! The awakened flaming bird..." Platz's eyes flashed, and the magic wand was pointed, the flaming bird floating in the air turned into a stream of light, and it rushed toward the headless corpse.

"Haha!" Hill looked up to the sky and smiled, "Old Platz, I'll retire, and the rest is up to you..." As he said, his figure disappeared into the air.

Montgoth also took the golden dragon to leave.

The flaming bird was so fast that it hit the headless corpse, and in an instant, time seemed to stop.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "boom--" as if there was a huge sun in the sky. The radiance was so bright, the dark night sky instantly turned into daylight, and brilliant sparks bloomed and bloomed in the sky.

The sound of a strong explosion spread for ten miles, and the power in the sky spread to the ground also causing slight shaking.

"Too shocked, is this the power of Forbidden Curse?" Ron looked at the sky and started to stare blankly. "The magician, after all, is still so powerful..."

Huo Meilin smiled proudly, "The power of this magic is good, almost reaching 80% of my level..."

Ron was startled, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, you were so good back then? How strong are you?"

Huo Meilin hesitated and spit out a few words gently, "Sanctuary Peak!"

After the intense explosion, the pitch-black sky returned to calm again, as if nothing happened, the extremely powerful headless corpse had long been gone.

"It's dead?" Hill asked. He searched around. Where did he see the headless corpse?

"No!" Platz shook his head, "It escaped!"

"What?" A trace of consternation flashed in Montegoth's eyes. He took a deep breath and replied calmly, "I can't kill it, so we will never have peace..."

It's no wonder that Montegoth regards the headless **** corpse as an ordinary sanctuary powerhouse, but in fact, it is just a corpse.

"The guy has lost his mind, his attack is just instinct, and he may not continue to deal with us!" Hill said softly, but he still has lingering fears about the strength of the headless corpse. If it goes back, rely on Hill. One's power cannot deal with it at all.

"I hope so!" Platz said. He looked at the ruined college below, and lost the interest in the conversation.

"Since it has escaped, I don't have anything to worry about. If it comes back, the ward will call me!"

"Yes, the three of us join forces so we won't be afraid of him!" Montegoth nodded and said.

Some of the sanctuary powerhouses are fighting over and under, but if they face external threats, cooperation will always be the main line. After all, they are all in Balovix.

The two bid farewell to Platz, and each led their troops to return. At this moment, the sky was already shining, and Platz's figure slowly descended.

"Master Dean!"

"Master Dean!"

A group of mentors from the academy greeted him. Among them, Dubbs smiled and said, "The strength of the dean has broken through to the fifth level of the sanctuary. It is gratifying."

"Fifth Floor of Sanctuary!" Platz smiled barely, "I am already on Floor Six of Sanctuary!"

……

The restoration work of Barovax College is proceeding in an orderly manner. Most of the fierce battles with the headless corpses are in the air, and the ground damage is not serious, and the college's financial resources are completely affordable.

On that morning, Platz met Ron in his independent office, along with Dabbs and several mentors.

A small desk with a few chairs underneath. The furnishings of the entire office are relatively simple. It is not much different from the office of an ordinary tutor. If it weren’t for the pear wood door outside, it says "Dean’s Room". Big characters, no one would associate it with the office of a strong sanctuary.

Platts doesn't like luxury. This is something everyone in the college knows.

Platts looked at Ron up and down, showing a keen interest. He wanted to know how a necromancer called a trash wounded so many students, none of these students were ordinary people, among them There are even senior professionals.

Ron stood in front of Platz, a little embarrassed. Although it was not the first time he had dealt with a sanctuary powerhouse, he felt that the dean's eyes could see through his body.

The sanctuary powerhouse's sense of touch is extremely keen, and Huo Meilin didn't want to cause trouble for Ron, so he entered the soul ring sleep early.

"Are you Ron?" Platz asked with a smile, and he recognized this person as the one who helped him up from the ground yesterday when he was injured.

"Yes, Dean!" Ron nodded.

At this time, Dabbs walked quickly to Platz, "Master Dean, Vivian is here!"

Platz nodded, and saw Vivienne wearing a gray-black magic robe, with slightly curly hair draped naturally behind her head, walked in quickly, and looked at him strangely when she passed Ron. At a glance.

"Master Dean!" Vivian gave a deep salute.

"Haha!" Platz smiled heartily, "Vivian, you are a better student than you..."

Platz is very familiar with Vivienne, thanks to her father Jarrod. When the college decided to cancel the Undead Department, it was Platz who opposed it and suppressed the matter.

Vivian was excited. She knew that the dean did not have any bad intentions in saying this. The dean offered to see Ron, showing her concern for the undead.

She took a deep breath, nodded and smiled, "Of course, Ron is the real ancient necromancer..."

"Ancient Necromancer?"

Vivienne’s words were like a bomb, which shocked everyone at once. Mentors, looking at my eyes, you can’t believe this fact. Even Platz’s face was shocked. .

Ron looked calm on the surface, but in his heart there was a stormy sea. His identity was completely revealed, but he didn't know if the Roland Empire would be like the Holy Roman Empire and kill him as a heresy.

Platz was surprised, "Vivian, the ancient undead magic you mentioned is not a legend?"

"No!" Vivian glanced at Ron, "Ancient Undead Magic really existed, and Ron is its successor!"

"Heir?" Dubbes asked in a surprised tone, "Ron, is this true?"

When things came to the present, Ron also knew that he couldn't keep the secret. His strength was fully demonstrated. As long as he played against him, he would know the difference between the ancient Necromancer and the current Necromancer.

He took a deep breath, "Yes, I am the ancient necromancer in your mouth!"

Vivian's eyes shined and she looked at Ron with a smile. She finally heard Ron admit that as a researcher of undead magic, there is nothing more exciting than seeing ancient undead magic. Up.

At this time, Ron thought for a while and said, "But in my eyes, there has never been a difference between ancient undead magic and today's undead magic. There is only one type of undead magic, and the popular undead magic is wrong!"

"Indeed!" Platz nodded. "Undead magic has been lost for a long time. It was only about five thousand years ago that it was re-researched by Master Kahn. I think, because the undead has passed thousands of years, Many books on magic have been lost. Finally, I studied a four-dimension. At this time, there is no real ancient necromancer. Naturally, no one will point out the fallacy of the undead magic, and it became like this in the end! Vivian, yes Not so."

Ron raised his head in astonishment. He didn't expect Dean Platz to figure out what happened based on little clues.

"Yes, Master Dean!" Vivienne also deeply admired Platz. She came to a conclusion after studying for ten years, and Platz just said it casually.

Platts thought for a while, tilted his head and asked, "But again, Ron, the real undead magic has disappeared for 100,000 years, how did you know?"