Cataclysmic Transformation

Chapter 8: The horrors of undead magic

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"Don't panic, these skeletons don't have any counterattack power, smash them for me..." The man in black shouted sharply, obviously well-informed.

"Go to hell!" The brown-haired man sneered and slashed out with a sword. The tip of the sword drew a silver light. In his imagination, the skeleton would be easily split in half.

With a sound of "Dang--", what the brown-haired man expected did not happen, only saw the bone sword in the skeleton warrior's hand, and the sword was blocked, and a slight spark was wiped out.

The brown-haired man was obviously taken aback, "What?"

At this time, the second skeleton warrior had already circled behind him, raised the bone sword in his hand high, and slashed it.

The brown-haired man just felt dizzy, and then he didn't know anything. A big head was cut off directly, and blood spurted wildly.

The two skeleton warriors cooperated tacitly and killed in one hit.

The man in black was stunned, the butler was also stunned, and even Ron, whose body was controlled, was also stunned, although he was not responsible for all this.

The head and body of a trainee-level thief were easily separated by two skeleton warriors.

"This...how is this possible?" The pupils of the man in black suddenly widened, his face was full of disbelief. In his impression, undead magic was just an old joke, and most of its legends only existed. in the novel.

In fact, not only him, but basically all the people in Noah Continent think that the so-called powerful undead magic is just a legend, in fact, it is a superficial thing, and its existence value can only be studied.

The body of the brown-haired man fell powerlessly, and Ron saw the terrified face of the leader in black.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, Necromancer, how can you fight?" The man in black's teeth chattered, and he took a step back, his body trembling constantly. His sixth sense told him that the child in front of him , extremely dangerous.

"It's your turn next..." "Ron" said hoarsely again, and he stretched out a hand, pointing at the man in black.

The four skeleton warriors turned their heads in unison, and their eight eyes gleaming with faint green light were aimed at him at the same time, and with a strange cry, they attacked him violently.

"No, run away..."

There was only one thought in the mind of the man in black, and that was to run away, as far away as possible, and never face this terrifying child again.

"Jie Jie... Do you think you can escape?" Ron, who was possessed, smiled, gestured with his only movable right hand, and said two words softly, "Bone Prison!"

The man in black felt his figure sinking, and something slowed down his body. Immediately after his eyes blurred, a cage-like thing suddenly sprang out from the ground, holding him tightly, unable to move.

"what is this?"

The terrified man in black didn't feel good. He grabbed the edge of the bone prison with both hands, but he couldn't break free with all his strength.

"Chop it up..."

The man in black gritted his teeth, pulled out his sword from his waist, and slashed fiercely at the bone prison.

With a sound of "Kacha-", he actually cut a small hole in the bone prison.

"It can be opened..." the man in black was overjoyed, and was about to cut again, but he didn't know that several black shadows had already appeared around him.

"No...don't..." The man in black already understood what he was about to face. The four skeleton warriors raised their long swords and stabbed fiercely at him who was immobilized by the bone cage. The most terrifying thing was , At this moment, the man in black realized that he had nowhere to hide.

"Porphyrin... porphyrin... porphyrin..."

Four long swords pierced at different angles pierced him, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and there was an unbelievable look in his eyes. He couldn't believe that he would die in the hands of a useless necromancer until he died. hand.

"This... is this still a Necromancer?"

There was a look of reluctance in the eyes of the man in black, and a hint of confusion.

The skeleton warriors didn't have any feelings, they only knew to carry out the summoner's order, drew out their long swords, and once again aimed their green eyes at the last person, the butler of Naka Manor.

The butler was trembling all over, he knelt down with a "thud-" and cried, "My lord, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please let me go..."

"It's too late to admit your mistake now, I'll send you on your way..." "Ron" who was possessed by Homelin was not moved at all, and the four skeleton warriors slowly approached the butler.

When the butler knelt down, an imperceptible cold light flashed in his eyes, and this cold light happened to be caught by Huo Meilin, who had seen countless people.

Just when the butler thought that the other party was letting down his vigilance, he moved, and a gleaming dagger swung out from his sleeve, stabbing straight at "Ron".

"Hmph, a little trick..." Even if Homelin wasn't prepared, he wouldn't have fallen on a small dagger.

"Bone shield!"

Homelin muttered silently, and a shield made of bones appeared in front of "Ron" out of thin air. However, its process was not so smooth.

The dagger actually passed through the bone shield and went straight for "Ron".

Huo Meilin frowned, calmly, sideways, let the dagger go, and the butler stabbed empty.

Huo Meilin made a mistake, which is basically impossible, but it is no wonder, after all, this is not his own body, it is impossible to use his arms and fingers, and mistakes are inevitable.

When Huo Meilin looked again, the butler had already escaped tens of meters, and he was running desperately. The power and terror of the undead magic had frightened him out of his wits.

"Hmph... It's not that easy to escape..." Huo Meilin snorted coldly.

"Bone spurs..."

A black light shot out from his hand, like a shooting star chasing the moon, it went straight to the butler.

The figure of the big housekeeper froze, and the bone spur issued by Homelin easily pierced him, but he endured the pain and didn't make a sound. What is a little pain to life

The butler didn't stop for a moment, and ran away all at once.

"He escaped..." Huo Meilin was a little annoyed, but also a little helpless.

"Forget it..." Homelin smiled wryly. It was impossible for him to control Ron, an unfamiliar body, to chase him.

As soon as Homelin withdrew the magic, several skeleton warriors turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind.

Although Ron's body couldn't move, his eyes kept watching "myself" every move, and he couldn't even believe that all of this was caused by "myself".

"It's safe now, Ron, I'll get out of your body now..." Homelin laughed.

At this moment, Ron only felt his body go limp, as if his strength had been drained, and he fell powerlessly to the ground.

Ron, who regained control of his body, only felt intense pain in his left hand, which was because of the dislocated hand.

Ron clenched his teeth, pressed it with his good right hand, twisted it hard, and only heard a "pop--", the dislocated bone returned to its original position, but Ron was already breaking out in cold sweat from the pain.

"Hehe, Ron, I didn't expect you to still set bones..." Huo Meilin said with a smile, "What a strong child, this pain is not something ordinary people can bear..."

At the same time, his figure also appeared in front of Ron.

It is not surprising that Ron can set bones. As a waif, he must know many necessary skills for survival.

Ron suppressed his excitement, got up straight, knelt down to Homelin, and said sincerely, "Grandpa Homelin, I... I want to worship you as my teacher..."

"Hehe..." Huo Meilin laughed, and there was some pride in the laughter, "Ron, don't you want to be a 'great' magician? How could you learn undead magic from me?"

Ron was indeed shocked by Homelin's undead magic. No one understood the mystery and power of undead magic more deeply than him.

He scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Grandpa Homelin, I was wrong. Undead magic is very powerful, even more powerful than magicians."

"Hehe, Ron, you are wrong again on this point. There is no most powerful magic, only the most powerful magician. Whether undead magic is more powerful than magic depends on the person who uses it..." Homelin smiled mischievously Said.

However, Huo Meilin was a little puzzled. Looking at the few people just now, they obviously knew that they might have seen undead magic, but why did they think that undead magic was useless magic? Then why panicked? Homelin couldn't figure it out even after thinking about it.

"Grandpa Homelin, can you teach me undead magic?" Seeing that Homelin fell silent, Ron begged hurriedly, fearing that this opportunity would fail again.

"Hehe, of course, but..." Homelin said with a smile.

Hearing only two words, Ron's face shrugged, and he blushed and said, "Grandpa Homelin, I... I have no money..."

He said this because he met a wandering magician before. At the beginning, he said that he could teach him, but he asked for 700 gold coins. When he heard that Ron had no money, he immediately turned around and left.

Homelin was sweating again, I am a soul, what do I want money for, he laughed and said, "Hehe, Ron, I don't want money..."

"Uh, Grandpa Homelin, then what do you want?" When he heard that he didn't want money, hope lit up in Ron's eyes again.

"I have only one condition." Homelin smiled and stretched out a finger, "If you join the Scourge Church, I will teach you undead magic..."

"Uh, what is the Scourge Church..." Ron asked casually.

"Hehe... The Scourge Church is not a thing..." Huo Meilin said casually, but as soon as the words came out, he knew that he had made a mistake. He immediately coughed and interrupted, "Don't change the topic, are you going to join or not?"

"I'll add... I'll join..." As long as you join a church, you can learn such powerful undead magic, something you can understand with your ass, why would Ron not do it? The most important thing is that after learning undead magic and having great strength, he has the opportunity to avenge his grandfather. Thinking of his grandfather, Ron has a strong fighting spirit in his heart.

"Then...how do I join?" Ron asked.

Homelin thought for a while, and said helplessly, "Originally, joining the Church of the Scourge required a lot of rules, but now the conditions are limited, so these things can be waived, um, so... just make an oath with me..."

"I'll say something, and you say something." Seeing that Ron agreed, Homelin said immediately.

"Great God of Death, Ron, your believer, joined the Scourge Church today, following in your footsteps and spreading your glory..."

The oath was very long, but Ron followed Homelin and said it all the same.

"That's it?"

"Well, that's fine."

"Then I can learn undead magic now?"

"Can!"

"Great..." Ron jumped up happily. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and asked.

"Grandpa Homelin, may I ask you a question?"

"Just ask!"

"How many people are there in the Scourge Church?"

"Well, this, there were many people in the past, but now, it's just me and you... Of course, I'm the soul, to be precise, there's only you..."

"..."

Ron was speechless, the Scourge Church with only one person is too... too powerful...

He rolled his eyes, "Grandpa Huomelin, I heard that after apprenticeship, you will be called by honorific titles. Should I call you Tutor Huomelin?"

Hearing the words "Mr. Huomelin", the corner of Huomelin's mouth twitched fiercely. He thought of the apprentice who had betrayed him, and felt a dull pain in his heart.

He took a deep breath and said, "No need, let's call it like it is now..."

"Oh..." Ron nodded, and then said, "Grandpa Homelin, shall we start learning undead magic now?"

Ron was already a little impatient.

Homelin smiled slightly, looked at the two corpses in front of him, and said, "Ron, your most important task right now is not to learn undead magic, but to get out of here as soon as possible..."