Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 119: The battlefield in the dream
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With the help of Fatty, Ron’s Skull and Bones Society quickly developed and grown. There were almost a hundred members. Of course, compared with Hayfels and Char, this is a little bit far away, the most important thing. However, the good and the bad are uneven among these people, and the freshmen at the apprentice level account for the majority.
During this period of time, Hayfels fell silent instead. I don’t know if it was because his ambition was attacked by Ron or the warning from his instructor. This period did not cause large-scale provocations, but small-scale provocations. Conflicts are still common.
Ron is in the classroom of the Undead department at this time, but now he is standing on the podium.
Two people sat on the desk of the podium, one was his mentor Vivienne, and the other was Vivienne's father Jarod.
With the consent of Khomelin, Ron decided to spread the real undead magic. To rebuild the natural disaster church, a large number of necromancers are necessary.
Standing on the podium, facing two serious-looking students, Ron felt very embarrassed. He was only fifteen years old. If he hadn't taken advantage of the ancient undead magic, he would not have his turn in the lecture.
Ron coughed and cleared the refreshing son, "Teacher Vivienne, Tutor Jarod, now I start to teach your true undead magic..."
At this time, Vivian smiled and said, "The word mentor should be omitted. Now that you are our mentor, we are your students..."
Jalrod also smiled and said, "Yes, yeah, Ron, these ceremonial titles should be avoided..."
"Uh!" Ron was stunned for a moment. "Well, I hope you don't ask questions casually in the process of studying, and write down what you don't understand. I will give answers after class..."
Ron is not putting on airs. In fact, Huo Meilin taught him the same way. During the teaching process, it is strictly forbidden to ask questions. If there is any question, he has to finish talking.
Next, Ron began to lecture: "You are all studying the undead magic of today. From Vivienne’s lecture, I know a little bit. Well, let’s start from this aspect. Let me talk about the present The difference between undead magic and ancient undead magic......"
"The undead magic you are learning now comes from Master Kahn. Master Kahn has devoted his life to studying undead magic, resurrecting it, and spreading it. I admire it at this point. However, undead magic is one The knowledge of Menbo Dajingsen has not been studied systematically. Even with a complete book, you may not be able to learn it. Besides, Master Kahn just got some fragments..."
"... To put it bluntly, the undead magic created by Master Kahn is not undead magic at all. If I have to name it, it would be better to call bone movement art. Of course, innovation is also available, such as Ancient Necromancers couldn’t do that skeletal combination technique, but these are all fancy things and have no practical value..."
"The undead magic created by Master Kahn ignores the most important point, which is soul power...a skeleton without soul power is just a skeleton of a walking dead, which is why the necromancer is called a waste. Real undead magic is not so simple..."
Ron is very talented in giving lectures. After experiencing the initial tension, the following becomes smoother. The two students listened very carefully. They listened and remembered something in the notebook.
Jalrod is very old, with gray hair, and sitting upright like a schoolboy, listening to lectures and taking notes. They heard "soul power" for the first time from Ron's lectures. The word.
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In a small courtyard at the back of the Undead Department classroom, the three of them sat together on the green grass.
"That's it...Yes, concentrate, gather your soul power..." Ron said as he made a serious demonstration.
For a long time, Vivian and Jarrod sweated profusely, but they hadn't entered the state yet, and they couldn't even gather a trace of soul power.
"It's so difficult..." Only after learning that the real undead magic is much more complicated than what they called the undead. It has been a whole afternoon, and there is still no progress in learning the power of the soul. Vivienne can't help being a little discouraged.
"Take it slowly!" Ron said comfortingly. Only then did he realize that learning undead magic is not an easy task. At that time, it was very rare for him to gather soul power in just one day.
A long time has passed.
"Forget it! Learn here today..." Ron thought for a while. They learned undead magic on the first day and needed time to absorb it. It would be useless to sit still like this. Maybe they were quiet the next day. Learn to do better.
"Well, Ron, let's go back first!" Vivian smiled at Ron and said.
After the two left, Ron looked at the sky and said to himself, "It's still early, I'll practice for a while..." He calmed down quickly, closed his eyes, and quietly. The earth entered the cultivation state.
A trace of black gas oozes from every pore of the body, like a small stream, slowly flowing into the sea. The so-called sea is the black ball that Ron is holding with one hand. The small ball was about fifteen centimeters in diameter, floating in the air, rising and falling, absorbing Ron's soul power.
The soul power continues to condense. The black ball is like a circle of fat, getting bigger and bigger, and the soul power inside becomes more and more full.
Homelin didn’t know when he turned into a phantom and stood in front of Ron. He smiled and nodded with satisfaction, "Ron’s strength is getting stronger and stronger. I am afraid that within two years, he will be able to break through the Necromancer. Now, the goal of rebuilding the natural disaster church is one step closer."
In Khomelin’s view, rebuilding the Church of Natural Disasters is not so simple. This means that to fight against the Holy See, at least one must reach the level of a strong sanctuary.
Suddenly, Ron frowned, the small black ball trembling, and the calm force burst into waves.
A trace of soul power is constantly circling and dancing, and there are faint signs of instability.
Huo Meilin was taken aback, "No, Ron's soul power is scattered..."
Sure enough, Ron's soul power began to lose control. It was running frantically around his body, his face was red and white, and his body was shaking constantly.
During cultivation, it is very rare for the soul power to appear scattered, but it is also very dangerous. If you are not careful, the soul power will get out of control, and immortality is almost the same. Can you imagine what a person would become without a soul? It's like a walking dead.
"Not good!" Ron also noticed something wrong. He desperately controlled the soul power, but it was in vain. Those violent soul powers continued to radiate, which showed signs of swallowing him.
"This is bad!"
Once spiritual consciousness is swallowed, the consequences will be disastrous.
Ron closed his eyes tightly. It was not that he didn't want to open his eyes, but he couldn't. His spiritual sense was getting lost. He tried to control the soul power that was out of control, trying to calm them down.
"The situation is getting more and more serious! No, if it goes on, Ron will be almost dead or dead!" Huo Meilin immediately took measures and instilled his soul power madly.
"No, my soul power is repelled!" Homelin wanted to enter Ron's body and help him calm the violent soul power. Unfortunately, Ron did not open his heart. He was gradually lost.
Huo Meilin worked hard for a long time, but in vain, finally chose to give up, sighed and looked at Ron helplessly, "There is no way, now he can only ask for more blessings!"
I don't know how long time has passed, Ron felt himself stunned, and he opened his eyes.
The sky is still a gray sky. Above the sky, black smoke drifts by, adding a bit of desolation to the sky.
Ron grumbled and got up, feeling that everything around him was so familiar and strange. "Where is this place? Am I on the back hill of the Undead Department of Barovax College? How did I come here?"
When Ron stood up, he was taken aback.
He actually stood on the mountain...
This is not an ordinary mountain. It is a mountain made up of countless corpses. Although this mountain is small, it is made up of tens of thousands of people.
There was shocking red everywhere, broken arms, cut belly, puddles of blood, hanging intestines, Ron's heart was beating, he suspected that he was in hell.
Ron noticed that these people were wearing standard armor, and those who fell to the ground were still holding weapons tightly in their hands. It was obvious that there had just been a tragic battle here.
Ron raised his eyes and saw that the hill he was standing on was just one in a sea of blood, and there were countless hills around him.
"What's the matter, I'm back to the battlefield in my dream?" Ron was inexplicably shocked.
At this moment, the sky was surging with wind and clouds, not far away, as if something was calling him.
"What's there?" Ron subconsciously walked towards that place, his thoughts seemed to be out of his control, confused, he walked in that direction step by step, as if there was him over there Always wanted to find the answer.
"Someone!"
I don’t know how long he walked, a group of people finally appeared in front of Ron. He immediately hid aside for fear of being spotted, but those people didn’t seem to see him at all. It stands to reason that the distance had already given him to him. Found.
Ron saw a group of Paladins in heavy armor. Those Paladins seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, and their armor was also damaged in many places.
In front of the Paladins, there are dozens of people in black robes standing in front of the paladins. Those in black robes are relatively clean, but their expressions are sluggish and they have obviously lost their fighting ability. With fear, the body was trembling with fright, the two groups of people seemed obviously in a hostile state, and the Paladin surrounded them.
At this time, a soldier dressed in a soldier walked up to a Commander Oikko who looked like a chief, saluted and said loudly, "Report your lord, this group of people refuse to surrender and plan to fight to the end..."