Cataclysmic Transformation

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Late at night, outside the gate of a quiet room at Balovax College, there was a crowd of people standing consciously in two rows and waiting anxiously, almost all of them were instructors of various departments of the college. In the front is the deputy deputy Dabus.

Suddenly, the door of the quiet room opened, and a kind-hearted old man came out slowly and quietly. [Search the latest updates at .bsp; "Dean!"

"Sir Dean!"

Those people greeted each other, their faces filled with respect, because from the inside came the dean of the Balovax College, the Holy Domain Power Fire Department of Saint Platz.

Platz wore a white, ordinary magic robe, and the pattern on it was not gorgeous. His gray hair was neatly combed behind his head, and a long goatee on his chin almost hung down on his chest.

Platt ’s face was smiling, like a kind smile forever, and no one would be angry. In addition to the dean of Balovax College, he was also the president of the Roland Empire Magic Union, 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 generally handed over to the assistant academy Dabbus.

Platts' face was full of smiles, "You are all here!"

All the mentors paid a respectful tribute and stood aside. At this time, the old woman squeezed forward with an angry face and complained to Platz, "Sir Dean, you must rule for me ..."

"Oh? What's the matter?" Platz was a little surprised. He encountered something as soon as he left the border. It seems that this veteran tutor has been aggrieved.

He said to Platz about Ron's injuries to dozens of students.

Platz was shocked, "Is there such a thing?" He said that he turned his attention to the deputy Dabbus. As his deputy, Dabus is naturally a person he can trust. He wants to listen to Dabus Argument.

Dabus was calm, but he said after a ceremony, "Yes, Master Dean, this matter is indeed true. The Ron involved has been imprisoned by me in the dungeon ..."

"Sir dean, this is not enough ..." the old woman tutor screamed. "He has wounded dozens of students and destroyed the promenade known as a historical and cultural monument. Not enough, how can we explain to the injured students? "

The old woman took a deep breath and looked at the old dean and said, "Old dean, several of our mentors agreed that the black sheep like this must be cleared out, that is, we suggest expelling Ron ..."

"Expulsion?" Platz was shocked. He didn't think he would encounter such a difficult thing just after he left the border. He thought about turning to Dabus and asked, "Dubbs, what's your opinion?"

Dabus smiled slightly and replied, "As far as I know, Ron was besieged by dozens of students, and finally wounded them. In my opinion, he is superior in strength and is an out-and-out genius. Would it be a pity! "

At this time, the old woman retorted, "Associate dean Dabus, according to your words, it is not good to study. The student who fights with your classmates is what you call a genius. Huh, there are too many geniuses in that college ... … "

"Students, it must be based on learning, what is the system of fighting all the time ..." The old woman deliberately played down the matter of her gang of students leading the siege of Ron, and said the whole thing as Ron ’s No, hold on to this point, and at the same time draw several mentors in unison.

Dabus stood quietly, with a chest full of thoughts, and he did not put the words of these people in his eyes.

As a sanctuary powerhouse, Platz would naturally not take Ron's genius into his eyes. In his view, there are more so-called geniuses in the world, but he can really set foot on the level of the sanctuary. Few, even if there are not many people at the teacher level or master level, most of the so-called geniuses stop at the level of the senior level.

Platts pondered for a while and said to Dabus, "There was no need to get dismissed from the fight between the students. Since this matter has had such a big impact, let him be fired ..."

After talking, he paused and changed his tone of blame. "But Dabus, don't blame me for saying you. You can just deal with such small things directly. There is no need to trouble me ..."

Hearing this sentence, the old woman glanced at a few like-minded mentors. A glance of triumph flashed in her eyes, and there was a triumphant expression on her face. This was approved by the dean and the expulsion of Ron was almost done. Things are up.

But Dubbs was not in a hurry, "I have no opinion on expelling Ron, but I have to remind the dean and adult to pay attention to a fact!"

Dabus raised his head and said with a smile, "That Ron, yo, the one who injured dozens of students, is a necromancer ..."

"What?" Dean Platz's face flashed with surprise, "What are you talking about? The man who injured dozens of students is a necromancer?"

Platts sighed, "Dabs, are you sure you don't have a fever? It is already a miracle that a necromancer can injure ordinary people. It has actually injured dozens of students, including senior professionals. This ... is a bit incredible ... "

Dubbs nodded. "It's a little weird. I can't believe that Ron did this kind of thing now, but this is indeed the truth!"

Platts turned his eyes to the instructors, and they felt a little "heartedly" in their hearts, thinking that this was broken. The dean and the master had already expressed interest in this Ron, but they dared not be in the dean. Adults lie in front of them, so they have to confess this fact.

"It's a miracle!" After hearing this, Platts could not help sighing, "Unexpectedly, the Necromancer who has been accused of waste has such a skill. There is no other explanation besides miracles. Is it a major breakthrough in the study of Undead Magic Why do n’t I know? "

Dabus also shook his head, saying that he did not know.

Platz smiled. "This is a very interesting young man. His name is Ron, right. You can find some time to make an appointment and say I want to see him ..."

"Yes! Dean!" Dabus nodded gently with a smile on his face.

...

In the tomb, the headless corpse suddenly lost control and punched Ron with a punch.

"Bone Shield!"

After many battles, Ron's experience has become extremely rich. He suddenly summoned the defensive skill "Bone Shield" of the undead magic to block his chest.

"Boom--" The ground sounded a pity, but what happened was contrary to the original. Ron's proud bone shield was shattered by the headless corpse. His body flew straight away like a broken kite. On the wall, bounce back again.

"Boom--" The ground fell to the ground with a spit of blood.

"How ... how could it be?" Ron was stunned. The headless corpse, which had been so painstakingly sacrificed in front of him, was out of control. This made him panic and puzzled. Where did the problem lie?

But now there is no more time to think about it. The headless corpse is in a state of madness, and it is destroyed everywhere. It barely punches, only punches out, and a black terror breath penetrates the wall.

"Boom ..." The wall was blown out by him, and with one punch, he destroyed the hard walls of the tomb.

Ron looked terrified. "What a terrible strength, if this punch came just now ..." He dared not think about it anymore.

The punch of the headless **** corpse just now was the strength of the rank of soldiers. The strength of the headless **** corpse jumped to a level by just a moment. The strength reached at least the division level. Level, its strength seems to be able to grow indefinitely. I saw that it was entangled with black evil breath, but this black breath of evil breath was not soul power, and hegemonic.

"Boom ... Boom ... Boom ..." The horrible headless corpse of iron fists slammed through the entire burial chamber, punching fists straight towards the night Han, the stairs were broken, and even the dungeon where Ron was imprisoned A boxing wear.

The powerful and terrifying power comes from the ground, and even the ground starts to shake.

The black energy on the headless corpse rose sharply, only to see his body move, the whole body rose into the air, and flew straight to the ground.

"It's collapsing, it's collapsing here!" Ron at this time quickly summoned the Skeleton Warrior, riding on his back, rushing out frantically, stepping on the stairway that was about to break, and ran up in a panic. .

At this moment, a familiar voice reached Ron's ear, "Huh? Ron, what's wrong with you, what the **** happened? Your soul breath is so disordered? And is it hurt?"

It turned out that Khomelin had just woke up and saw Ron's soul awkwardly and came out immediately.

Ron was horrified and happy when he heard the voice of Homelin, "Grandpa Homelin, are you awake?" He said the story afterwards.

But Hemelin scolded, "You are a fool, the corpse formation can also be used in this way? As you say, those corpses witch only pick up the body of a strong man in the sanctuary, and the sacrifice is successful. Are they all strong in the sanctuary? This is obviously contrary to the law of development ... "

Ron was dumbfounded. It turns out there are so many ways to refine corpses. It is simply not feasible to refine corpses at an advanced level. As a result, as now, the sacrificed corpses are out of control and become an outright killing machine.

Khomelin looked up and looked at the headless corpse in the sky, only to see its strength rise once again, and it has already broken through the master level.

Ron said with horror, "Grandpa Khomelin, this guy's strength is terrifying. He was still the strength of the division level. Now he has suddenly risen to the master level, and he continues to rise ..."

"It's a corpse of a god! Huh? Actually has no head?" Khomelin was even more surprised. "In this way, the strength of the corpse during his lifetime should be terrifying ..."

He glanced at Ron, "This headless corpse has absorbed a lot of your soul power, right? Didn't you **** into an adult to do your fortune! If I guessed right, it should be the soul who saved your life ... "

"Yes! Yes!" Ron nodded. If there was no Soul Ring, he had already been sucked by the adult during the first wave of absorption. The power of absorption could not be resisted at all. Ron still felt terrified when he remembered.

Khomerin frowned and said, "The refining of your **** corpse is considered a success. Refining it as a zombie reduces its strength by 50%, plus the loss of the head on @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html Reduced by 50%, that is to say, the strength of this **** corpse is now about 25%, but ... but the power of about 25% actually let him reach the sanctuary ... "

"Ah--" Ron was stunned. He could not imagine that the dead corpse had only 25% of the power of his life, but he could still reach the sanctuary.