Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 234: A dream through time and space

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At the end of the corridor was a scarlet door, which was closed tightly, but the uneasy feeling in Ron's heart became stronger and stronger. This uneasy feeling was biting at him, making him push it open. Check the door.

When his finger touched the scarlet door, Ron was taken aback. The door didn't open, and his hand passed through easily.

"Is that dreamland?" Ron finally understood. He was taken aback. Unexpectedly, he actually entered that dreamland again.

Knowing his situation, Ron also calmed down at this time, he knew there was no danger here.

In this dream, it seemed that certain secrets were revealed in the dark, making Ron want to find out.

The body passed through the door without hindrance, and walked into the room. The air in the room was cold and suffocating. When he saw the scene in the room, Ron was shocked.

Several thick stone pillars support the entire hall. A huge magic circle is constantly running, exuding a bit of cold air. In the center of this magic circle, stands a young man, the young man is about thirty. Years old, with long black and flowing hair, pampered white skin, naked to the upper body, wearing only a pair of trousers on the lower body, eyes closed, traces of vine-like things tightly wrapped around his body, up to his ankles, hands He was erected and forced him to stand like this.

Ron was taken aback at first, but soon recognized that this magic circle was the legendary "spiritual gathering circle" that Grandpa Khomelin had told him.

Gathering spirits means to condense the power of the soul. That trace of cold air is the unparalleled soul power. Ron never thought about why a person's soul power is so powerful.

A trace of black air kept floating around in the hall, and finally concentrated on the young man through the gathering array.

Ron slowly approached the young man and looked at him quietly. The young man's face was extremely handsome, with sword brows and starry eyes. His body did not look strong, but his muscle ratio was extremely high. perfect.

At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly, as if he was asleep, sleeping extremely peacefully.

At this moment, as if he felt someone peeping, the young man frowned, unconsciously, slightly opened his eyes, and Ron was shocked.

The young man opened his eyes and looked at him. He didn't find anyone. He was strange in his heart. He didn't know where the feeling of being stared at came from. After he found no doubt, he closed his eyes again.

The feeling that this brought to Ron was shocking, how could it be possible? Can he actually detect my existence in his subconscious? I'm just a soul now. Who is this guy? Why does he feel stronger than Grandpa Khomelin?

Ron was in shock. At this time, with a sound of "Boom—", the mountains shook outside, and Ron was almost unsteady on his feet. At the same time, there was a scream of death outside.

Turning his head back in astonishment, Ron's eyes flashed with astonishment. Ignoring the young man, he walked out quickly.

The soul-like body went straight through the wall and came outside, but the outdoor scene surprised him.

He is standing in a city at this moment. There are densely packed people everywhere in the city. At the gate of the city, there is a scream of killing.

Looking down from the high city wall, the ground is an endless battlefield. Countless warriors are fighting underneath, the army in black and black armor, and the white army in heavy armor. The Legionnaires in what color clothes were all twisted together, and the two sides started a big melee.

One after another outstanding soldiers fell in a pool of blood, countless stumps, broken arms, and blood flying in the sky. The blood on the ground has accumulated into a small puddle, which shows the fierceness and cruelty of the war.

The sky seems to be dimmed and dark.

"Let the gargoyle army attack!"

Just as Ron was stunned, a voice caught his attention. Not far behind him, there was an old man standing, wearing a black robe and long gray hair in the air. Fei Wu, with no anger and majesty, his chest is rusted with a hideous skull.

"Yes, Grand Elder Mesto!" A knight-like warrior knelt in front of the black-robed old man. The knight was wearing heavy armor. Skeletons were visible everywhere on his shoulders, chest, elbows, and knees. The appearance of that white-bone armor with a black cloak, under the shadow of his steadfast face, looked heroic.

In Homelin's description of Ron, Ron learned about this guy's profession-death knight.

The death knight stepped aside and gave an order to a waiter in black. The waiter saluted and took the order.

"Who is he?" Ron blinked. He became interested in the old man named Mesto, and secretly guessed his identity.

Mesto stood on the wall, watching the fierce fighting under the wall quietly, the muscles on his face kept shaking, showing that he was extremely uneasy.

The battle situation below is fierce, but their side is in a disadvantageous situation. At this moment, a trace of anger flashed in the death knight's eyes, and he clenched his fist, "Damn, these bastards, when Lord Lich King was there. , None of them is respectful and obedient, but since Lord Lich King disappeared, the faces of these guys have changed!"

The Lich King? Ron "cocked" in his heart, he pricked his ears and continued listening.

"Yes!" Grand Elder Mesto sighed and shook his head. "Hundreds of years ago, when our natural disaster church was in full swing, none of those weak forces were trembling, but now, our natural disaster church will To this point..."

Scourge church! When these four words pierced Ron's ears, there was a "boom—" in his mind, and his breathing became rapid.

The natural disaster church, could it be that this was one hundred thousand years ago...

The answer is ready to come out, countless necromancers, death knights, necromancers, yes, this is Omros one hundred thousand years ago.

"But...but, how come I came here?" Ron's heart was beating "bang...", could it be that he was destined to watch all this as a bystander?

Still, it all has to do with him...

At this time, there was a commotion in the sky, countless black shadows flew out of the castle, and the sky was covered with darkness. Ron recognized that it was a gargoyle.

The death knight looked at the sky quietly, and said for a long time, "The Gargoyle Legion has already gone to war, I don’t know if we can reverse our fatigue..."

Grand Elder Mesto shook his head, "It's too difficult. The opponent also has an air force. That is the prestigious Griffin Legion. We can only support it for a while!"

"What should I do?" The death knight's face was full of anxiety.

Mesto gritted his teeth, "Our only hope of turning the situation around! Only him!" He said, his eyes looked towards the room where the young man was, and he said in a deep voice.

"Only by using the Spirit Gathering Array left by Lord Lich King, can he help him break through the powerhouse of God's Domain. In this way, the situation will naturally benefit us..."

Young Master refers to the man in the Spirit Gathering Array. At this moment, he is madly absorbing the power in the Spirit Gathering Array.

At this time, there were bursts of exclamation among the enemies under the wall.

"The Scourge Church Gargoyle Legion is out!"

"God, it's a gargoyle!"

"Air Force, where is our Air Force?"

The appearance of the gargoyle caused a commotion below, and the faces of those people showed a look of horror. The dense army of gargoyles covered the entire sky, and the number alone was enough to scare.

A gargoyle, a summoned undead creature, is about three meters long like a bat, but has a wingspan of eight meters, flying speed extremely fast, and powerful attacking power. Most importantly, these guys have self. The ability to heal injuries, when it is injured, can be transformed into a stone statue, which can be as good as before after being carved.

Some gargoyles are riding necromancers on their backs. Each necromancer can control dozens of gargoyles. Together, they are a terrifying number. These are the elites of the Scourge Church, if not At the last juncture of the war, Mesto was unwilling to let them fight, which shows that the situation has reached a very dangerous point.

"Magic, attack!"

With an order, countless magic bullets rose into the air and blasted towards the gargoyle army in the sky.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The magic exploded in the sky, and the gargoyles hit by the magic fell one after another. Some disappeared directly into black smoke, and some turned into stone statues on the ground to heal their wounds. A wave of magic passed, and the gargoyle army suffered heavy losses. .

At this time, the undead magister on the back of the gargoyle also began to counterattack, spearing bone spears from the sky, directly piercing through the magicians who were too late to defend...

The fierceness of the war was beyond Ron's imagination. At this moment, he was full of enthusiasm, and he wanted to become a member of the ordinary soldiers of the Church of Natural Disasters to fight against those vicious enemies.

At this time, there was a roar in the sky, and then, black dots appeared from the sky.

A sharp-eyed soldier exclaimed excitedly, "It's the Griffin, it's the Griffin Legion that has appeared!"

The appearance of the Griffin Legion caused cheers from the enemies below, and the ordinary members of the Scourge Church were ashamed.

Sure enough, after the appearance of the Griffin Legion, the gargoyle Legion of the Scourge Church suffered a devastating blow. There was a fierce air battle between the two sides, and countless undead magisters fell.

"Asshole!" Mesto's heart is bleeding. These gargoyle legions are the elite of the natural disaster church. He simply cannot afford such a loss. At the same time, his heart is also a little sad. Now The Scourge Church of Japan is no longer the original Scourge Church. With the disappearance of the Lich King and the civil war of the Scourge Church, its strength has almost been consumed.

At this time, a black-robed waiter hurried over, whispering a few words in the death knight's ear, and a smile appeared on the death knight's face.

"Master Mestor, congratulations, Master Young Master has recovered well. Now he has not only recovered his strength during his heyday, but also with the help of the Spirit Gathering Array left by Master Lich King, his strength has continued to rise, and he may even break through the realm of God. ......"

"Really?" Grand Elder Mesto raised his eyebrows and smiled kindly. "Very well, this kid has never let me down. As long as he wakes up, it's time for us to fight back!"

The death knight laughed, "I almost forgot, Master Young Master is your godson!"

Mesto smiled, his face full of pride.