Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 7: Useless Undead Magic

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"Enemies? I don't have them?" The naive Ron was still at a loss. He didn't think he would get into enemies.

Huo Meilin's face is solemn, "Yes, they are here for you, hurry up, it's too late..."

Ron's face also changed slightly. At this time, he had already heard chaotic footsteps.

He looked up and saw that three figures had appeared on the stone bridge.

These three are the killers sent out by Naka Manor. They didn't cover their faces. Maybe they didn't think they needed any.

"This kid?" said a man in ordinary clothes, brown hair and two daggers in his waist. He looked at Ron for a long time.

"Yes, it's him, he is the one appointed by the boss to kill him..." Another middle-aged man in blue said in a deep voice, he is the chief steward of Naca Manor.

"The three of us were dispatched to kill this little kid, did you make a fuss..." The brown-haired man was slightly dissatisfied. According to his thoughts, just come alone.

The man in black has been silent and nodded slightly. His voice is hoarse and unpleasant, "Go ahead, third, hurry up and finish the task the boss gave us, and then go back to the business..."

The brown-haired man smiled, "But since it's the boss's business, let's reluctantly do it..."

He turned to Ron and grinned, "Boy, you should plant yourself, lest you stain my hands..."

Ron leaned his back against the wall, his heart pounding, and he was staring at the brown-haired man with snake-like eyes, and he really felt a panic.

"Run...Ron, you are not their opponent..." Huo Meilin also saw that the situation was extremely unfavorable for Ron, and hurriedly reminded him, although none of these three are powerful, but The strength of the trainee level is nothing, but it is enough for a 13-year-old ordinary child.

"Are you from Naka Manor?" Ron is not stupid. He has always been good to people. He has never had any enemies. The only people who can cause conflict are the people in Naka Manor. But as innocent as Ron would never understand, these people only killed his grandfather this afternoon, why they came to kill him at night.

"Haha, smart." The brown-haired man smiled, not putting a child like Ron in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Yes, we are the people of Naka Manor."

"Why?" Ron's hands were trembling, and his voice was also trembling, "You only killed my grandfather this afternoon, why did you kill me?"

"It's very simple. They want to kill them all and give you no chance of revenge. Even if you are a child, who knows how far you will reach in the future." Homelin is a sophisticated person and naturally knows what these people are thinking.

"Hey, this is what the boss meant, kid, just accept your fate." The brown-haired man drew his dagger from his waist and approached Ron step by step.

"What do you tell him about so much nonsense, do it quickly, so as not to have more dreams at night." The man in black urged.

"Yes, boss." The brown-haired man didn't dare to defy the words of the man in black, so he closed his mouth with amusement.

"Die, kid..." The brown-haired man raised the dagger in his hand and rushed towards Ron. The dagger shone faintly in the calm night.

"Ah..." Seeing the dagger cut, Ron drew abruptly, avoided the incoming dagger, and fell to the ground.

"Hey, good response..." The brown-haired man gave a grin and kicked.

Ron couldn't escape now, he was kicked directly in the arm, he just felt a strong attack, "click..." The arm was dislocated.

"Yeah--"

Ron was sweating from the pain, but resisted without yelling, he staggered back several steps.

"Help, murder..."

Ron was so quick and wise, he started to scream.

"It's useless, it's too far from town."

The brown-haired man smiled. As a member of Naka Manor, he already knew the situation in Maple Leaf Town. After all, Naka Manor was not far from Maple Leaf Town.

Ron felt desperate. Why didn't he know that, he just wanted to start the opponent away, but the opponent was not moved.

The brown-haired man gave a strange cry and rushed to Ron again, the short sword in his hand dancing into a silver light.

Ron dodged from left to right, hitting several swords in succession, and blood was flowing in the middle of the sword.

"It's not good, if this continues, Ron will be killed..." Khomelin was nervous. If Ron was killed, he would fall asleep again, and he would not know where he would go when he woke up.

He gritted his teeth, "There is only this way..."

Not long after, Ron was knocked to the ground by the brown-haired man. He stomped Ron's chest with a heavy foot and sneered, "It's really flexible... But you can't escape the fate of death..."

A fifteen-year-old ordinary child cannot beat an adult. Moreover, this adult is obviously trained. He is a trainee-level thief.

The brown-haired man raised his dagger high and was about to stab Ron in the chest.

"I'm going to die, grandpa, I can't help you take revenge, wait for me, Ron will go to you right away..." Ron's heart was filled with despair, and he simply closed his eyes.

As Ron was closing his eyes to die, a voice came from his heart.

"Ron, open your mind and let me enter your body..."

Ron was surprised, "It's... it's Grandpa Huo Meilin, he..."

Before he could react, he only felt his heart shake, a powerful force invaded his soul.

"Grandpa Huo Meilin, you..."

"Don't speak, watch carefully..." Huo Meilin's voice came from deep in his soul.

Ron opened his eyes, and a cold light fell quickly to his chest. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't scream. He wanted to move, but he couldn't move.

"Soul pain..."

An unfamiliar consciousness came.

I saw the brown-haired man howl in pain, and covered his head with his hand. The dagger in his hand was thrown away.

Alternative change student, the brown-haired man's behavior made the two of them also stunned, what the **** is this youngest?

"The third child, how are you?" The man in black was the first to find that something was wrong.

"The third child..." the housekeeper also called out.

"It's okay, it hurts somehow..." The brown-haired man seemed to feel normal.

"Why does the good-looking head suddenly hurt?" The black-clothed man snorted coldly, as if he did not believe it.

"I don't know, uh, it seems to be all right..." The brown-haired man shook his head.

At this moment, the butler trembled as if he had seen a ghost, "He...what happened to him?"

"Huh?" The black-clothed boss walked away from his prestige, his eyes condensed, and he saw that the kid called the target had undergone a strange change.

The kid stood up at some point, his body was wrapped in black air, his mouth was sneered all the time, his eyes were glowing with green light, and he sneered at the three of them.

"You...you don't have to pretend to be a ghost, it's useless..." The brown-haired man was panicked and his aura was much weaker.

Ron's body is occupied by Khomelin, he can only watch all this, but his body does not listen.

When "Ron" moved, only a sharp pain came. It turned out that the left arm was dislocated. "There is only one arm, but... enough..."

Ron pointed his finger at the three of them, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are all going to die..."

"Skeleton warrior, come out for me..." I saw "Ron" a move, and didn't see how he chanted a spell. A black color filled his feet, and the ground began to harden.

Immediately afterwards, a weird thing happened. The hardened ground shook for a while, and gradually a trace of white flowers appeared, and three or four skulls emerged from the ground.

"This...what is this?" The man in black was startled.

Four skeleton warriors scrambled to crawl out of the ground, like evil spirits coming out of hell, standing in front of the three men, uttering heart-shaking roars.

"Huh?" Seeing four skeleton warriors appeared, the three of them were stunned.

The brown-haired man looked at the few skeletons in front of him, rubbed his eyes, and said to the man in black, "Boss, why are these things so familiar? I seem to have seen them somewhere."

"We have seen this thing in the city of Lance in the Roland Empire..." The man in black relaxed, "Haha, I remember, this is the legendary necromancer, haha, it is the necromancer, you This kid learned the magic of the undead..."

"Know that you are afraid..." Huo Meilin couldn't help feeling proud. Of course, his strength was more than that, but now he is in a state of soul, and this step already requires a lot of soul power.

However, the words in the next conversation were like a plate of cold water drenching Khomelin, making him extremely depressed.

"Hehe, it turned out to be undead magic..." The brown-haired man couldn't help laughing. "Cut, do you think that if you learn this shit-like undead magic, you can resist us? It's okay to bluff people, and fighting is like rubbish..."

"What the **** is going on?" The butler was still at a loss. He was from Nagar Manor and had never been to Lance City.

The man in black sneered and said to him, "My housekeeper, if you haven’t seen it, you’ll still be fooled by this thing. In fact, this is undead magic, also known as the magic of the poor, even though it’s magical It’s famous, but it’s actually useless. In Reims City, you can learn with just one gold coin, and it also includes church..."

"Oh, that's it..." The butler suddenly realized.

"Lao San, hurry up and kill this kid, don't take time..." the black man said.

"Okay..." The brown-haired man grinned, "Boy, don't do so many tricks, it's useless to do so, come and die!"

"I-fuck-your grandma..." Huo Meilin couldn't bear it, no matter how well he cultivated it, he couldn't think that the powerful, mysterious, and terrifying undead magic was dubbed "garbage magic". , These people repeatedly challenged his bottom line, and Huo Meilin was already surprisingly angry.

Sneered and said, "Since this is the case, you can try this **** magic..."

"Fuck me, kill these guys..."

With a light wave of his hand, the four skeleton warriors rushed towards the three of them as if the soldiers had been ordered by the commander.

The first goal of the skeleton warrior was the brown-haired man.