In the middle of the night, outside the gate of a quiet room in the Barovacs College, a group of people stood full of people. Those people consciously divided into two rows, waiting anxiously. Almost all of them were tutors from various departments in the college. Impressively in front of him was Vice President Dabs.
Suddenly, the door of the quiet room opened, and a benign old man walked out slowly and quietly.
"Dean!"
"Master Dean!"
Those people greeted them one after another, their faces full of respect, because walking out of it was Saint Platz, the dean of the Balovaks Academy and a strong man in the sanctuary of the fire department.
Platz was wearing a pure white ordinary magic robe with not gorgeous patterns on it. He had gray hair neatly combed behind his head, and a tuft of long goatee on his chin, almost hanging down to his chest.
Platz had a smile on his face, as if he always had a kind smile on his face, as if no one would get angry. Apart from being the dean of the Balovaks Academy, he was also the president of the Magic Union of the Roland Empire. He has a very high prestige in the empire, but he spends most of his time on cultivation, and the affairs of the academy are usually managed by the vice president, Dabs.
Platz's face was full of smiles, "You are all here!"
All the instructors saluted respectfully and stood aside. At this moment, the old woman squeezed forward with an angry face and complained to Platts, "Master Dean, you have to decide for me..."
"Oh? What's the matter?" Platz was a little surprised. He encountered something right after he left the customs. It seems that this veteran instructor has suffered a lot of grievances.
As he said that, he told Platz about Ron injuring dozens of students.
Platz was surprised, "Is there such a thing?" As he spoke, he turned his attention to the vice president, Dabs. As his deputy, Dabs is naturally someone he can trust, and he wants to listen to Dabs. statement.
Dabs had a calm expression on his face. He saluted and said, "Yes, Mr. Dean, this matter is indeed true. The Ron involved has been locked in the dungeon by me..."
"Master Dean, this is not enough..." the old woman tutor screamed, "He injured dozens of students by himself, and also destroyed the promenade, which is known as a historical and cultural monument. Just being imprisoned is not enough , How do we explain to those injured students?"
The old woman took a deep breath, looked at the old dean and said, "Old dean, several of our mentors agree that such a black sheep must be eliminated, that is to say, we recommend that Ron be expelled..."
"Expulsion?" Platz was taken aback. He didn't expect to encounter such a difficult matter just after he left the customs. He thought for a while and turned to Dabs, asking, "Dabs, what's your opinion?"
Dabs smiled slightly and replied, "As far as I know, Ron was besieged by dozens of students and wounded them in the end. In my opinion, he is a genius with outstanding strength. Let him be fired like this." Wouldn't it be a pity!"
At this time, the old woman retorted, "Deputy Dean Dabs, according to what you said, students who don't study hard and fight with their classmates are what you call geniuses. Hmph, there are too many geniuses in that academy... "
"Students, it must be based on study. How decent is it to fight and kill all day..." The old woman deliberately downplayed the fact that her group of students led the crowd to besiege Ron, and said that the whole thing was Ron's fault. , holding on to this point, and at the same time, several mentors echoed in unison.
Dabs stood quietly, with a confident look, not paying attention to what these people said.
As a strong man in the sanctuary, Platts naturally wouldn't take Ron, a genius, seriously. In his opinion, there are too many so-called geniuses in the world, but Liao Liao, who can really set foot on the level of the sanctuary There are not many, even if there are not many people with the strength of teachers and masters, most of the so-called geniuses stop at the level of senior soldiers and stagnate.
Platts pondered for a while, and said to Dabs, "There is no need for the students to be expelled from the fight. Since this matter has such a big impact, let him be expelled..."
After he finished speaking, he paused, and put on a tone of blame, "But Dabs, don't blame me for calling you, you can just deal with such trivial matters directly, there is no need to bother me..."
Hearing this sentence, the old woman and several like-minded mentors looked at each other, a smugness flashed in her eyes, and a triumphant expression appeared on her face. This matter was approved by the dean, and the expulsion of Ron was almost a certainty. something happened.
But Dabs didn't rush, "I have no objection to dismissing Ron, but I have to remind Mr. Dean to pay attention to a fact!"
Dabs raised his head and said with a smile, "That Ron, yo, the one who injured dozens of students, is a necromancer..."
"What?" A look of surprise flashed across Dean Platz's face, "What did you say? The person who injured dozens of students is a Necromancer?"
Platts sighed, "Dabs, are you sure you don't have a fever? It's a miracle that a necromancer can injure ordinary people, but he even injured dozens of students, including senior professionals. This... no matter how you look at it, it's a bit unbelievable... "
Dabs nodded, "It's a little unbelievable. I still can't believe that such a thing was done by Ron, but it is indeed true!"
Platts turned his questioning gaze to a few mentors, and they felt a "thump" in their hearts, thinking that this is bad, Mr. Dean has already become interested in this Ron, but they dare not be in the dean's place. Lied in front of adults, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and admit the fact.
"It's a miracle!" Pratz couldn't help sighing after hearing this, "I never thought that the necromancer who has been ridiculed as a waste would have such an ability. There is no other explanation other than a miracle. Could it be that there has been a major breakthrough in the research of undead magic?" Well, why don't I know?"
Dabs also shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.
Platz smiled, "This is a very interesting young man, his name is Ron, right? You can make an appointment sometime, just say that I want to meet him..."
"Yes! Dean!" Dabs nodded slightly with a smile on his face.
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In the tomb, the headless corpse suddenly lost control and punched Ron.
"Bone shield!"
Many battles made Ron extremely rich in experience, and he suddenly summoned the defensive skill "Bone Shield" of undead magic to block his chest.
There was a "boom—" but it was a pity that things went against the original. The bone shield that Ron was proud of was shattered by the headless corpse. His body flew straight away like a kite with a broken string, and bounced to the wall. up, and bounce back.
"Boom—" fell to the ground, spitting out a big mouthful of blood.
"How... how?" Ron was stunned. The headless corpse in front of him, who had been sacrificed so hard, was out of control. This made him panic and puzzled. What is the problem
Now there is no time to think about it anymore, the headless god corpse fell into madness, destroying everywhere, it only punched out with bare hands, and a black terrifying aura penetrated the wall.
"Boom..." He punched the wall with a big boom, and with just one punch, the hard wall of the tomb was completely destroyed.
Ron was terrified when he saw it, "What a terrifying strength, if the punch hit just now..." He didn't dare to think about it anymore.
When the headless corpse punched Ron just now, it was about the strength of a soldier. In this short moment, the strength of that headless corpse suddenly rose to a level, and its strength reached at least the division level. Level, its strength seems to be able to grow infinitely, only to see that it is surrounded by black evil aura, but this evil aura of black air is not soul power, it is extremely overbearing.
"Boom... Boom... Boom..." The terrifying headless corpse pierced through the entire tomb with its iron fist. .
The powerful and terrifying strength came from the ground, and even the ground began to shake.
The black energy on the headless corpse suddenly rose, and with a movement of his body, his whole body rose into the air and flew straight to the ground.
"Collapsed, this place is going to collapse!" At this time, Ron quickly summoned the skeleton warrior, rode on its back, rushed out frantically, stepped on the stairs that were about to collapse, and ran up in a panic .
At this moment, a familiar voice reached Ron's ear, "Huh? Ron, what's wrong with you? What happened? Your soul is so disordered? And you were injured?"
It turned out that Homelin had just woken up, saw Ron's soul aura in a mess, and immediately came out.
Hearing Homelin's voice, Ron was surprised and delighted, "Grandpa Homelin, are you awake?" He told the story again.
But Huo Meilin cursed, "You idiot, the Corpse Refining Formation can also be used in this way? According to what you said, as long as those Liches pick up the corpse of a strong man in the sanctuary and succeed in the sacrifice, then not all of them will die." Are they all Sanctuary powerhouses? This is obviously against the law of development of things... "
Ron was dumbfounded. It turns out that there are so many ways to refine corpses. It is simply not feasible to refine corpses beyond the level. As a result, as it is now, the sacrificed corpses are out of control and become an out-and-out killing machine.
Homelin raised his head and looked at the headless corpse in the sky, and saw that its strength had risen further, and it had broken through to the master level.
Ron said with lingering fear, "Grandpa Huomelin, this guy's strength is terrifying. He was at the master level just now, but now he has suddenly risen to the master level, and he is still rising..."
"It's a corpse of a god! Huh? It doesn't even have a head?" Huo Meilin was even more surprised. "Based on this calculation, the strength of that corpse should be terrifying..."
He glanced at Ron, "This headless god corpse has absorbed a lot of your soul power, right? It's your life if you didn't suck you into a human! If I guessed right, it should be the soul ring that saved your life." …”
"Yes! Yes!" Ron nodded and replied. If he didn't have the soul ring, he would have been sucked dry during the first wave of absorption. The force of absorption was simply irresistible, and Ron still had lingering fears thinking about it.
Homelin frowned and said, "The refinement of your god corpse can be regarded as a success. Sacrificing it into a zombie reduced its strength by 50%. Adding in the loss of its head, it decreased by another 50%. In other words, this The current strength of the god corpse is about 25% of the original strength, but...but this 25% of the power actually allowed him to reach the sanctuary... "
"Ah—" Ron was stunned. Unexpectedly, the god corpse that lost its head only had 25% of its strength before it was alive, but it could still reach the sanctuary, which shows how powerful the owner of this body was before life.