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With the help of Fatty's help, Ron's skeletons would quickly grow and reach a size of more than a hundred people. Of course, compared to Khafir, Shaya and the others, these people were still somewhat distant.

During this period of time, Khafir had become silent. It was unknown whether it was because his ambitions had been attacked by Ron or because of a warning from his mentor. During this period of time, there had not been any large-scale provocations, but skirmishes were still common.

At this moment, Ron was in the Undead division's classroom. The current Ron was standing on the podium.

There were two people at the desk. One was his mentor, Vivian, and the other was Vivian's father, Jarod.

With Hou Meilin's approval, Ron decided to spread the true Necromancy to the outside world. In order to rebuild the Church of Calamity, he would need a large number of Necromancers.

Standing at the podium, facing two students with serious faces, Ron felt very embarrassed. He was only fifteen years old, and if he hadn't taken advantage of the ancient necromancy, it would not have been his turn to lecture.

Ron coughed and cleared his throat. "Instructor Vivian, Instructor Jarod, I will now teach you the true Necromancy Magic …"

At this moment, Vivian laughed and said, "It's better to forget the word 'mentor'. Now that you're our mentor, we're your students …"

Jarod smiled back. "Yes, yes, Ron, let's skip the formalities."

"Ugh!" Ron was stunned for a moment. "Alright, then I hope that you won't ask any questions during your studies. If you encounter anything you don't understand, write it down and I will give you an answer after class …"

Ron wasn't trying to put on airs; in fact, that was what Homerin had taught him, and it was strictly forbidden to ask questions in the course of the teaching.

Ron continued with his lecture, "All of you are learning today's Necromancy. From Vivian's lecture, I also know a little about it. Hmm, let's start with this. I'll first talk about the differences between Necromancy and Ancient Necromancy …"

"... To put it bluntly, the necromancy magic Master Kahn created isn't necromancy magic at all. If I had to come up with a name, Bone Transfer Technique would be better. Of course, there are innovations such as that Bone Assembling Technique, which the ancient necromancers couldn't do, but these are all flowery things with no practical value … "

"Master Karn's undead magic neglected the most important point, which is soul force …" A skeleton without soul force is just a walking corpse. This is also why Necromancers are called trash. True Necromancy Magic isn't that simple … "

Ron had a gift for lecturing, and after the initial tension, the floor began to smooth, and the two students listened intently, writing something down in their books as they listened.

Jarod was an old man with gray hair, and he still sat there like a schoolboy, listening carefully and taking notes. They had heard the word "soul force" for the first time in Ron's lecture.

… ….

In a small courtyard at the back of the Undead division's classroom, the three of them sat on a green grass field.

"That's it... "Yes, gather your spirit, gather your soul force …" As Ron spoke, he gave a serious demonstration.

After a long moment, Vivian and Jarod perspired profusely, but they were not in the mood to gather any of their soul forces.

"How difficult..." Only now did she learn that true necromancy was much more complicated than what they called 'necromancy'. It had already been an entire afternoon, and there was still no progress in learning soul force. Vivian couldn't help but feel discouraged.

"Take your time!" Only now did he realize that learning Necromancy was not an easy task. Back then, he only needed a day to condense his soul power, which was already very rare.

A long time passed.

"Forget it!" "I'll learn it today..." Rönn thought for a while. They had just learned Necromancy on the first day and needed some time to absorb it, so it was useless for them to continue sitting like this. Perhaps on the second day, they might learn better after calming down.

"All right, Ron, let's go back!" Vivian said, smiling at Ron.

After the two of them left, Ron looked at the sky and said to himself, "It's still early, how about I train for a while longer …" He quickly calmed down, closed his eyes, and quietly entered the state of cultivation.

Wisps of black gas seeped out of every pore of his body, slowly flowing into the sea like tiny streams. The so-called ocean was the small black ball that Ron was holding with one hand, and the diameter of the black ball was about fifteen centimeters.

The soul force continued to condense, and the black ball seemed to get fatter and bigger, and the soul force inside it became more and more abundant.

"Ron is getting stronger and stronger. I'm afraid that in less than two years, he will be able to break through the level of Undead Mage, and the goal of rebuilding the Church of Calamity will be even closer."

In Hou Meilin's view, rebuilding the Church of Calamity was not as simple as that. This meant that in order to fight against the Holy Church, one had to at least reach the level of Saint realm experts.

Suddenly, Ron frowned. There was a tremor in the black ball, a ripple of calm power.

Threads of soul force were flying in the air, showing signs of instability.

As expected, the soul power in Ron's body began to lose control. It was spinning crazily around his body. His face was red and white, and his body was shaking.

It was very rare for soul force to be scattered during cultivation, but it was also very dangerous. If one wasn't careful and lost their soul force, it would be fine even if they didn't die. One could imagine what a person's soul would be like without it. Just like a walking corpse.

"This is bad!" Ron also sensed that something was wrong. He tried his best to control his soul power, but to no avail. The violent soul power constantly dispersed, as if it wanted to devour him.

"This is bad!"

Once the spiritual consciousness was devoured, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Rönn's eyes were tightly shut. It wasn't that he didn't want to open his eyes, but he couldn't. His spiritual consciousness was gradually getting lost. He tried hard to control his soul energy to calm it down.

"The situation is getting worse! "No, if this goes on, even if Ron doesn't die, he'll die!" Komelin immediately took measures to instill his soul force into it.

"This won't do, my soul force has been repelled!" He had wanted to enter Ron's body and help him calm his raging soul, but Ron had failed to do so, and now he was losing himself.

Hou Meilin tried for a long time but to no avail. Finally, he chose to give up. He sighed and looked at Ron helplessly, "I have no choice but to let him pray for himself!"

After an unknown period of time, Ron felt himself go into a daze and opened his eyes.

The sky was still gray. Black smoke drifted across the sky, adding to the desolate atmosphere in the sky.

"Ron scrambled to his feet, feeling that everything around him was so familiar, so unfamiliar at the same time." Where is this? Weren't I at the back mountain of the Undead division in Baroque Academy? Why are we here? "

Ron stood up, but he gave himself a good scare.

He, was actually standing on the mountain …

This was no ordinary mountain. This was a mountain formed from countless corpses. Although this mountain was small, there were tens of thousands of corpses piled up on top of it.

There was a startling redness everywhere, the broken arm, the cut belly, the puddle of blood, the hanging intestines, and Ron's heart was pounding, and he suspected he was in hell.

Ron noticed that these men were wearing standard armor, and that the fallen men, even dead, were still clutching their weapons.

Ron looked up and saw that the hill he was standing on was only one of the mountains of corpses and blood.

"What's going on, I've returned to the battlefield from my dream?" Ron was appalled.

Right at this moment, a storm was brewing in the sky. Not far away, something seemed to be calling out to him.

"What's there?" Unconsciously, Ron moved toward that place, his mind wandering as if out of his control, moving step by step in that direction, as if there were an answer he had been looking for.

"There's someone here!"

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a group of people finally appeared in front of Ron's eyes. He immediately moved to the side, afraid of being discovered, but those people acted as if they didn't see him at all.

In front of Ron was a group of heavily armored Holy Knights. It was as if those Holy Knights had gone through an intense battle, and their armors were also damaged.

In front of these paladins stood a group of people in black robes, a total of several dozen of them. These black robed men were relatively clean, but their expressions were dispirited, clearly having lost their ability to fight. Their eyes were filled with fear, and their bodies were trembling in fear.

At this moment, a soldier walked in front of a commander who looked like a leader, saluted and said loudly, "Reporting to my lord, this group of people refuse to surrender, and plan on stubbornly resisting until the end …" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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