"No matter what, this matter must be taken seriously and not taken lightly!" Pope Ernst spoke, he put his hands on the table, stared at the other nine giants and said, "I think someone has to go and find out Facts, and arrest the heretic, and this person must have the strength of a strong man in the sanctuary!"
As he said that, the pope glanced at Oliver, the Consul of Light, meaning that this is your duty, and you should take responsibility.
Olive nodded and was about to agree.
"Let me go!" At this moment, a person stepped in, and saw the Lord of the Temple of Piousness, Commander of Light Wharton stood up, his eyes flashed, and he saluted Ernst, " Your Majesty the Pope, leave this matter to me, I will avenge the dead Holy Crusaders!"
Ernst thought for a while, then nodded and agreed, "You can take a trip, if possible, bring him back alive!"
"Yes, His Majesty the Pope!" Wharton knew that a living ancient necromancer was more useful than a dead necromancer.
"Where did that guy go now?" Wharton turned around and asked.
"Asinaris is an important border town, and now I'm afraid he has left the Holy Roman Empire!" Olive said.
"I think his destination should be the Roland Empire. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid only the Roland Empire can protect him!" Olive continued after thinking about it.
"That's for sure!" The Pope nodded and said solemnly, "We must not let him enter the Roland Empire. If so, we will be in trouble. Those old guys from the Roland Empire are hard to deal with!"
Wharton nodded expressionlessly, "Calculate the itinerary! He probably hasn't entered the Roland Empire yet, at the junction of the Holy Roman Empire and the Roland Empire, there are still several countries separated."
There is usually a buffer zone formed by several small countries between big countries, otherwise wars are very easy to break out.
"If my guess is right! He should have come to Barbarin now..." Boulder, the Lord of the Hall of Honor, said, "I suggest that the Holy Roman Empire send the Royal Griffin Knights to search for Barbarin. !"
"That's right, that necromancer destroyed their Asinaris, so it's time for them to do something!" Wharton said with a smile.
The behavior of the Holy See has always been domineering, and this time is no exception, but they seem to have forgotten one thing, Barbarin, which borders the Holy Roman Empire, is an independent sovereign country...
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After leaving the Holy Roman Empire, Ron trekked on a long skeleton warrior and entered a country called Barbarin.
It was indeed different after leaving the Holy Roman Empire. Ron felt that he could breathe much more freely. He could ride on the back of the skeleton warrior with confidence. Just ignore him, but no one came to question him along the way, and no one even cast him an interested look.
Babarin has a long border with the Holy Roman Empire, many of which are uninhabited places, and sometimes there is no one in sight for hundreds of kilometers. Ron lived and slept all the way, relying on hunting to maintain food and clothing. Fortunately, he was in the dark forest. I have stayed in the wild, and I have a strong ability to survive in the wild, otherwise it will be difficult to sustain it.
At night, in an unknown forest, Ron sat cross-legged on the ground, and a fire was raised beside him. The flames on the fire danced and made a "crackling" sound. There was a pile of chicken bones under his feet, which appeared to be a chicken bone that had just been eaten. Not long after dinner.
At this time, there was a corpse in front of Ron, it was Aryan, his face was pale, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and he still maintained his pre-death appearance.
The time in the space bag is static, and the corpse will not go bad for a long time, so it becomes one of the must-have items for mercenaries. When they hunt strange beasts, they put the corpse in the space bag and sell it directly to the chamber of commerce , the Chamber of Commerce will make these corpses into various materials, and then sell them to mercenaries.
The whole body of a strange beast is full of treasures. Generally speaking, a complete corpse can be sold more expensively. Unfortunately, Ron didn't understand this at the beginning, so he only took away the essence core.
"Grandpa Homelin, what's the use of that Aryan priest's body?" Ron asked puzzled.
"Hehe!" Homelin stroked his beard and asked with a smile, "Ron, do you want to suddenly increase your strength?"
"Improve your strength?" Ron was surprised and delighted when he heard it. What does it depend on to survive in this world? It's not about money, it's not about power, it's about strength. If you have strength, you will be respected by others. If you have strength, you can have everything you want.
Ron was not overwhelmed by Aryan's seductive idea. He thought for a while before saying, "Grandpa Homelin, didn't you say that cultivation must be done step by step? Anyone who uses external force to forcefully improve one's own strength is crooked, and, There are gains and losses, just like the undead magic of burning the soul, while gaining power, it also pays a high price... "
Homelin smiled, "It's true to go step by step, but what I said about improving strength is not crooked. There was a very powerful profession in the Scourge Church in Omros Continent 100,000 years ago..."
Seeing Ron's puzzled expression, Homelin smiled and blurted out, "The Lich—"
"The Lich?"
"Yes! Lich!" Homelin seemed to be remembering the past, his eyes looked into the distance, and said quietly, "Lich is also a branch of undead magic. They practice the technique of controlling corpses. To be honest, I saw those who The guys who study the corpses are indeed a little upset, but I have to admit that they are extremely powerful!"
"The art of corpse control, to put it bluntly, is to manipulate corpses to fight. According to the different levels of corpses, it can be divided into three levels: zombies, zombies, and spirit corpses. Zombies have 50% of the strength of the dead before they were alive, and they move slowly. Zombies have the strength of the dead. 80% of the strength of the dead is violent and difficult to control. The spirit corpse has 100% of the strength of the dead, which is almost the same as ordinary people... "
"Ron, think about it, this guy is a teacher-level, seventh-level priest of light. If he is refined into a zombie, he will have 50% of his strength in life, and his strength is at least equivalent to that of a senior priest. In this way, you will have a Companion with the strength of a senior priest, doesn't this greatly enhance your strength?"
Pastor professions can be divided into several levels: trainee pastor, pastor, light pastor, great light pastor, and holy word pastor. Homelin is right.
"Really, can this improve my strength?" Ron said in surprise, "Grandpa Homelin, teach me quickly!"
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In front of Ron, a large space was sorted out. In the space, various complex patterns criss-crossed and intertwined. It was extremely complicated. If people who don't understand see it, they will be dazzled.
"Formation of Corpse Refining!"
With Ron's current strength, he can only refine zombies. He can't refine corpses like zombies and spirit corpses at all. Among them, refining zombies requires the strength of a soldier, and refining zombies requires the strength of a teacher. To make a spirit corpse requires the strength of a master, and if it is a holy corpse, it needs the strength of a strong man in the sanctuary.
The Corpse Refining Formation was much more complicated than the Forging Formation that Ron had learned. Even under Homelin's guidance, he still made mistakes three times, and it took him several times to get the magic circle right.
In the magic circle, there are many sharp bone spurs, forming a strange formation. Aryan's corpse is lying in the middle, and various bones are criss-crossed. From a distance, it looks like a beautiful work of art.
Huo Meilin said, "The refining of corpses must be done at night, absolutely not during the day, and the time of refining is also very particular. It usually starts at twelve o'clock in the morning. When it's heavy..."
"If the refinement fails, the corpse will also be destroyed. You can only complete one refinement in a night, but there is no limit to the number of corpses..."
In other words, a lot of corpses can be refined. Ron listened carefully and said, "Grandpa Huomelin, that doesn't mean that if there is a chance, you can form an army of zombies by getting more corpses of strong people." .”
Homelin said with a smile, "How can it be so easy to obtain the corpse of a strong man? Besides, if the corpse is destroyed, it can never be restored. You thought it was your skeleton warrior..."
Homelin continued, "If the corpse is not seriously injured, it can still be repaired. For example, your 'Death Coil' can heal the corpse. If the vitals are hit, the zombie will be useless..."
He paused, glanced at Ron, and his tone became serious, "I solemnly tell you that the vital point of a zombie is in the heart. If the heart is destroyed, the zombie will stop moving. This sentence is a secret. You must not Spread the word..."
"Yes..." Ron replied with a shudder in his heart.
At this time, the Corpse Refining Formation emitted a faint light, which surprised Ron.
Homelin said, "The formation of corpse refining has started."
Lightning bolts entangled the bone spurs on the ground, and they kept walking on Aryan's body, making a "crackling" sound.
The Corpse Refining Formation emitted bright light and began to absorb the yin energy from the sky and the ground.
"Now, inject soul power into the eyes..." Homelin urged.
Ron didn't dare to neglect, he pressed the eye of the formation with one hand, and at the same time, with a thought, a steady stream of soul power was continuously injected into the eye of the formation.
At this time, Ron has broken through to become a senior necromancer, and his soul power is much stronger than that of the junior one. If the soul power before was a small stream, it is now a small pond.
Ron felt that his soul power was desperately absorbed by Aryan's corpse, and after a while, most of it had been absorbed.
Aryan has the strength of a teacher, and the mere soul power is not enough for him to absorb. Ron gritted his teeth and injected all the remaining soul power.
At this time, the corpse refining array began to light up, and Aryan's corpse seemed to be supported by a magical force, slowly floating up.
Ron was sweating profusely. At this time, his soul power had almost been sent to the Corpse Refining Formation.
After an unknown period of time, the light of the Corpse Refining Formation gradually dimmed, but Ron almost collapsed.
Huo Meilin's soul body has been standing next to Ron, his eyes have been fixed on the changes in the Corpse Refining Formation, suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, and a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes, "It's done..."
At this moment, Aryan suddenly stood up straight, which gave Ron a good start.
"He... is he moving?" Ron said tremblingly, pointing at Arya's body.
"Nonsense, how can you fight if you can't move?" Homelin scolded, "Get up, this is the first time I've seen someone intimidated by a corpse I made!"
Ron got up and smiled sheepishly.
"Give him back his weapon, so you'll have one more helper!"
Ron returned the captured scepter to him, and Aryan took it, but his eyes were dull and dull, like a walking dead.
Ron scratched his head and asked, "This... how to control it?"
Homelin said, "You don't need to control the zombies, you just need to give orders!"
"Take a step!" Ron tried to command Aryan's corpse. Sure enough, Aryan's corpse stretched its legs and took a step.
"Hehe, that's how it is!" Ron clapped his hands and laughed loudly. He also pointed at Arya and made a lot of movements. Arya was like a puppet on a string.
By this time, the sky was already bright...