"It seems that Ron has grown into a difficult opponent!" Judge Guangming Nod pondered for a moment, then paused and said, "He can actually kill Wharton..."
"I must avenge Wharton..." Imina's eyes were red. In the Holy See, she had the best relationship with Wharton, and Wharton's departure made her a little unacceptable.
At this time, Boulder, the head of the Hall of Honor, stood up and walked out without saying a word.
Pope Ernst frowned, "Your Excellency Boulder, where are you going?"
Boulder paused, and when he recovered from the cold, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Your Highness, do you need to say that? I want to kill Ron and avenge Wharton..."
"If the powerhouses of the Roland Empire decide to shelter the heretic Ron, I don't mind killing them all, even if they want to go to war with the Roland Empire..."
"Your Majesty, leave this matter to me..." Boulder's face was calm, but his voice was firm and powerful.
Pope Ernst's face gradually became tense.
"I'll go too..." Imina also stood up and said.
"Sit down!" Ernst's voice was not high, but it was full of majesty.
Imina was astonished, "My lord Pope..."
"sit down!"
Ernst stunned with the scepter in his hand, and he was rarely angry.
Seeing that the Pope was angry, Boulder and Imina looked at each other, and came back to sit down obediently. They did not dare to disobey the Pope's order.
At this time, Pope Ernst's face softened a little, and he calmed down and said, "You have a good relationship with Wharton, I know this, and I can understand your desire to avenge Wharton, if you used to , I will definitely not stop you guys, but now... the situation has changed... "
"Do you know how Wharton died?" Ernst asked meaningfully.
Boulder and Imena Qiqi shook their heads. They had just received the news and hadn't had time to calm down. After thinking about it carefully, they realized that there were many things wrong.
"Could it be that Ron has become a strong man in the sanctuary?" Imina asked coldly.
Boulder also turned his head to look at him, eager to get an answer from the pope.
"No!" The Pope shook his head and said with a long sigh, "According to the battle report from ahead, Ron has the ability to turn corpses into soldiers..."
"Can you turn a corpse into a warrior?" Imina was finally moved, she gritted her teeth fiercely, "It's true, such evil magic and rituals can only be done by devils..."
"As far as I know, the fighting power of those corpses is very important to their strength in life, and at this moment, Ron has a corpse so powerful that..." The pope paused for a moment, his face pale. The color of pain.
Having said that, everyone understands that Boulder and Imena have no chance against a powerful corpse that even Wharton can't defeat.
At this moment, the two finally calmed down and began to face up to their opponent—Ron.
Imina was shocked to find that Ron must not be treated as an ordinary boy who practiced undead magic. In front of them was an out-and-out sanctuary powerhouse, and Wharton was in that body. He couldn't even escape in front of the corpse, which meant that the strength of that corpse might even be stronger than that of the sanctuary powerhouse.
Boulder's tone also softened, "My lord Pope, is there nothing we can do, let's just forget about Wharton's affairs?"
"Of course we can't forget it!" Pope Ernst suppressed a trace of anger, "Wharton's death is related to the face of the Holy See. If everyone in the world knows that the Holy See has died after a strong man in the holy domain What will they think of us if we don’t do anything at all?”
The pope's words were very solid, and the words made everyone unable to lift their heads, and they all fell silent.
At this time, Ivan, the presiding judge of the light, who had been silent all this time, said, "Then what are you going to do, His Majesty the Pope?"
Pope Ernst raised his head slowly, with a gleam of light in his cloudy eyes, his eyes swept over everyone, and said coldly.
"The appearance of Ron is the unprecedented enemy of the Holy See for nearly a thousand years. Due to our previous negligence, he has grown up completely at this time. As the main person in charge of the Holy See, I undoubtedly need to pay the responsibility …”
After Ernst finished speaking, he stood up slowly, and slowly took off the crown of light on his head.
Everyone looked at each other and took a deep breath.
At this time, Ernst's old voice sounded again, "The appearance of Ron has disturbed the order of the world, and challenged light and justice. When the world falls into the clutches of darkness and evil, it is the root of human depravity..."
At this time, the Pope straightened up, "As the people of the God of Light, the embodiment of justice, we have the responsibility to drive out all evil and save the human souls from hell..."
What Ernst said was righteous and powerful, and his statement was unanimously approved by everyone.
At this time, Judge Guangming Nord stood up and said, "The top priority is to communicate with the Roland Empire as soon as possible, and let them hand over Ron in the name of the Holy See..."
"That's right!" Ivan, the presiding judge of the Light, said, "In addition, I would like to add that the news must be blocked as soon as possible, so that no one will know the truth about Ron's ability to kill Wharton..."
Imina frowned and asked, "There are 100,000 people in Colored Stone Fort watching this battle, how to block it?"
Ernst sighed, "Do your best!"
…
"This is the Balovacian Academy..."
In front of the gate of Balovaks College, Ron pointed to the college and said to the 124 students behind him.
Wearing tattered clothes, these students looked like a group of beggars from a distance, but there was a trace of fanaticism and piety in their eyes.
A burst of exclamation came from the mouths of these students. It was not a majestic and solemn gate, but a strong breath of books rushed towards them. The sound of reading from inside seemed so pleasant to their ears. Shining light, this is the palace in their minds.
"It's so beautiful..."
Paige's eyes sparkled, and he was excited at the thought of the years he would spend here.
"Sister, have you seen it? I have finally come to Balovaks College. I still study undead magic, the real undead magic..."
Stepping into the gate of the college and walking on the wide avenue in the college, the students of the Balovaks College consciously stepped aside, and they cast amazed eyes at the civilian children from Ethiopia.
"What's going on here? How could the academy allow a group of beggars to come in..." A noble student was full of anger, and walking with those people seemed to humiliate his identity.
"Hush... Keep your voice down, do you see the one walking in front? He's Ron!" another student said in a low voice. "He was Ron, who was number one in the last academy qualifying tournament. He has only studied at Balovaks Academy for a year, and he is already a mentor..."
"Ron, that legendary necromancer? Didn't he go out to recruit students? Oh! I understand, these are their students..." the noble student suddenly realized.
"Vivienne, you take them to the dormitory to settle down, I'll go to the deputy principal Dabs..."
Ron said to Vivian after taking his students on a tour of the campus.
"Okay!" Vivian smiled and agreed. She has been a tutor for many years and is very familiar with the college's system and admission procedures.
"Boom boom boom..."
"Come in!"
Dabs was so busy that when Ron knocked on the door and came in, he was still complaining why there were so many things this year.
"Vice President Dabs..." Ron walked in with a smile.
"Uh-huh?"
When Dabs heard it, the voice was strange but familiar. He raised his head, was taken aback for a moment, and then happily said, "Ron? You're back!"
Ron nodded and smiled shyly, "Just came back!"
Dabs smiled, "Looking at your happy face, the enrollment should be going well..."
"It went well! One hundred and twenty-four students were recruited..." Ron said.
"One hundred and twenty-four students are not bad, just recruit them!" Dabs pondered for a moment, then smiled, "Our Undead Department has never had so many students..."
Seeing Ron successfully become an instructor of undead magic, Dabs was also sincerely happy for him, and he was also very interested in undead magic.
"You take them to go through the formalities first, and I will handle the rest..." Dabs said.
"Thank you, Vice President!"
"That's it!" Dabs waved his hand, "I still have something to do, I'll see you when I'm done..."
After a while, Dabs raised his head and saw that Ron was still there. He frowned and said with some displeasure, "Ron, why are you still here? Don't you see that I'm busy?"
"Uh... this... Mr. Vice President..." Ron said with some embarrassment, "I have another very important matter... This is it... Can you introduce Mr. Platts for me..."
As a strong man in the sanctuary, Dean Platts naturally can't meet anyone he wants. He is the only one who receives others, and no one else comes to see him. As Ron, he needs the introduction of Deputy Dean Dabs.
"See Mr. Dean?" Dabs opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Mr. Dean's time is very precious. Do you have anything important?"
Ron nodded, "There is something important!"
"What's important for you? Let's hear it?" Dabs said disapprovingly.
"Uh... this..."
Ron hesitated for a moment, and after a while he said, "Yes... yes... I... I accidentally killed a strong man in the sanctuary..."
"puff-"
Before Dabs could finish listening, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell backwards straight.
Ron panicked, "Vice President... what's wrong with you, Vice President?"
…
After asking the root cause of the matter, Dabs didn't dare to neglect, and asked Ron to wait in the office and report the matter to Dean Platts.
As soon as Platz heard this, he immediately summoned Ron.
In Dean Platz's office, the dean had a long conversation with him. During the conversation, Dabs, as the deputy dean, was not qualified to listen in. Only the dean and Ron knew the content of the conversation...
Early the next morning, Ron appeared energetically in the classroom of the Undead Department.
"Mr. Ron!"
The students of the Undead Department were already sitting there, and the usually empty classroom was suddenly filled with people, which made Ron a little uncomfortable.
Standing on the podium of the Undead classroom, looking at the eyes full of thirst for knowledge, Ron was filled with emotion.
He cleared his throat and said, "Students, first of all congratulations. From today, you have become students of Balovaks College!"
The applause sounded, and the faces of all the students were filled with excitement. As Ron's assistant teacher, Vivienne had tears on her face. She had persisted for too long for this day.
For the first time in a hundred thousand years, undead magic appeared on the podium.
Homelin's phantom appeared behind Ron, looked at the excited children, smiled slightly, and glanced at Ron approvingly, with a smile in his eyes, his body gradually disappeared, and he returned to the soul ring.
This is a stage that belongs to Ron, and he will shine on this stage.
Ron waved his hand with a smile, making everyone quiet, and he continued, "Everyone knows me too, so I won't say anything redundant. Now we start class, open the book on your desk, "Overview of the Undead" "The first page… "
"The author of this book is a true master of undead magic. His strength has reached the sanctuary. His name is Huomelin. He is also my mentor..."
Ron changed his tone and introduced Homelin.
"what-"
There was a burst of exclamation among the students. They didn't expect that the one who taught the undead magic was actually a strong man in the sanctuary, and they became more motivated to learn.
"... We have already learned the cultivation and use of true soul power, and now we are going to talk about the application of undead magic in actual combat—skull summoning..."
(End of the third volume)
Volume Four: The Fugitive