Cataclysmic Transformation

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"Don't panic, these skeletons don't have any counterattack power, break me up ..." The man in black is obviously well-informed and screamed sharply.

"Go to death!" The brown-haired man sneered with a sword, the blade pointed a silver light, and in his imagination, the skull would be easily split in half. [Search for the latest updates at

"When-", the brown-haired man's expected thing did not happen. I saw the bone sword in the Skeletal Warrior's hand, and the sword that was split was blocked, and a slight spark was wiped out.

The brown-haired man was stunned. "Why?"

At this time, the second Skeleton Warrior had already reached behind him, and raised his bone sword high in his hand, sharpening it.

The brown-haired man only felt that the sky was spinning, and then he knew nothing. A good head was cut off directly, and blood was spurting wildly.

Two skeleton warriors cooperated with the tacit understanding, struck a spike.

The man in black was stunned, the big housekeeper was stunned, and even Ron, whose body was under control, was stunned, although he didn't cause it.

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

"This ... how is this possible?" The pupil of the man in black suddenly stretched out, his face full of incredible looks. In his impressions, the magic of the undead is just an ancient joke. All its legends are mostly only Exists in the novel.

In fact, it ’s not just him. Basically, all people in Noah ’s continent believe that the so-called powerful undead magic is just a legend. In fact, it is something that has its own appearance, and its existence value can only be studied.

The brown-haired man's body fell down weakly, and Ron saw the startled face of the man in black.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, Necromancer, how can I fight?" The man in black shuddered his teeth, took a step back, and his body kept trembling. His sixth sense told him to follow this child , Extremely dangerous.

"It's your turn next ..." "Ron's hoarse voice sounded again. He stretched out a hand and pointed at the man in black.

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

"No, run away ..."

There is only one thought in the mind of the man in black, that is to escape, to escape far away, and never face this terrible child again.

"Ji Jie ... Do you think you can escape?" Ron, who was possessed, smiled and gestured with his movable right hand. The words spit out gently in his mouth, "Bone!"

The man in black only felt that his figure was sinking, and I wondered what slowed down his body. Immediately after a flower in front of him, a cage-like thing suddenly emerged from the ground, and he was tightly stuck and unable to move.

"what is this?"

The frightened man in black felt bad. He grasped the edge of the bone prisoner with both hands, but couldn't break free after exhausting his strength.

"Chop it ..."

The man in black gritted his teeth, pulled out his sword from his waist, and severely cut it to the bone.

"Click--" The bone jaw was cut by him a little bit.

"It can be opened ..." The man in black was very happy, waiting to be cut again, but he didn't know that several black shadows had appeared around him.

"No ... don't ..." The man in black already understood what he was going to face. The four skeleton warriors raised their long swords, and stabbed him fiercely at the bone-trapped, unable to move. The most terrible thing was What's more, at this time, the man in black found himself nowhere to hide.

"Por ... porphy ... porphy ..."

Four long swords pierced at different angles pierced him with a pair of piercings, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and there was an incredible look in his eyes. On hand.

"This ... is this Necromancer?"

The man in black had an unwilling look in his eyes, and there was still a little puzzled.

Skeletal warriors have no feelings, they only know to execute the order of the summoner, they draw out their long swords, and their green eyes are aimed at the last person again, the great steward of Naka Manor.

The steward trembles all over, he "bumps--" knelt down and cried, "Master, I'm wrong, I know it's wrong, please let me go ..."

"It's too late to admit your mistakes now, I'll send you on the road ..." "Ron", who was possessed by Khomelin, was not moved at all, and the four skeleton warriors slowly approached the big housekeeper.

When the big housekeeper knelt down, there was a flash of imperceptible cold light in his eyes, and this cold light happened to be captured by countless Khomelin.

When the housekeeper thought that the other party was letting his guard down, he moved, and a dazzling dagger flicked out of his sleeve, thrusting straight at Ron.

"Humph, worms ..." Even if Khomelin was not prepared, he would not fall on a small dagger.

"Bone Shield!"

Khomelin said in silence, a shield made of bones appeared in front of "Ron" out of thin air, but its process was not so smooth.

The dagger actually crossed the bone shield and took "Ron" straight.

Khomelin frowned darkly, not panicking, and flicked sideways, letting the dagger open, and the big housekeeper pierced an empty space.

It is logically impossible for Homelin to make a mistake, but it is no wonder that he is not his own body. After all, it is impossible to do so, and mistakes are inevitable.

When Hoemelin looked at it again, the big housekeeper had already escaped dozens of meters, and he was running dead. The power and horror of the undead magic had scared him.

"Hum ... want to escape, it's not that easy ..." Khomelin sneered.

"Bone spur ..."

A black light emanated from his hands, taking the big housekeeper like a meteor catching the moon.

The figure of the big housekeeper was stagnant, and the bone spurs sent by Khomelin stabbed him easily, but he endured the pain without saying a word. What was a little pain for his life?

The butler did not stop for a moment, and ran away all at once.

"Actually escaped him ..." Khomelin was a little bit upset, but also a little helpless.

"Forget it ..." Khomelin smiled bitterly. He couldn't control Ron's unfamiliar body to chase, even if he couldn't, he couldn't keep up.

As soon as Khomelin had conquered the magic, a few skeleton warriors turned gray and dissipated in the wind.

Although Ron's body couldn't move, his eyes kept looking at the actions of "self". He couldn't even believe that it was all caused by "self".

"It's safe now, Ron, I'll withdraw from your body ..." Khomelin smiled.

At this time, Ron only felt that his body was soft, as if he had been exhausted, and fell to the ground weakly.

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

Ron gritted his teeth, pressed with his right hand intact, and twisted hard, only to hear a "slap--", and the dislocated bone returned to its original position, but Ron was already in pain and sweating.

"Oh, Ron, I can't think of you as a bone ..." Khomelin said with a smile. "Good strong boy, this pain is not something ordinary people can bear ..."

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

It's not surprising that Ron will be bone grafting. As a wanderer, many necessary skills for survival are necessary.

Ron depressed his excitement, climbed up and kneeled directly to Khomelin, sincerely said, "Grandpa Khomelin, I ... I want to worship you as a teacher ..."

"Hehe ..." Khomelin smiled, a little proud, "Ron, don't you want to be a" great "magician? How can you learn undead magic with me?"

Ron was really shocked by Khomelin's undead magic. No one felt the mystery and power of undead magic deeper than him.

He scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Grandpa Homelin, I was wrong. The undead magic is very powerful, even more powerful than the magician."

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

But Khomelin was puzzled. Looking at the people just now, it was obvious that they might have seen undead magic, but why did they think it was useless magic? Why did you panic later? Khomelin wanted to break his head and couldn't understand.

"Grandpa Khomelin, can you teach me undead magic?" Ron saw Khomelin silent, fearing that the opportunity would fail again, and hurriedly begged.

"Oh, of course, but ..." Huo Meilin said with a smile.

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

He said this because he had encountered a wandering magician before, and he said he could teach him at the beginning, but he would need seven hundred gold coins as soon as he spoke. When he heard that Ron had no money, he turned around and left.

Khomelin was sweating again. I was a soul, asking for money. He smiled and said, "Oh, Ron, I don't want money ..."

"Uh, Grandpa Khomelin, what do you want?" Hearing no money, Ron's eyes ignited hope again.

"My condition is only one." Khomelin extended a finger with a smile. "You join the Scourge Church, and I will teach you the magic of the dead ..."

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

"Hehe ... The Scourge Church is not a thing ..." Khomelin said smoothly, but he knew he was wrong as soon as he spoke, and immediately coughed and interrupted. "Don't talk about it, do you want to join in?"

"I add ... I join ..." As long as you join a church, you can learn such a powerful undead magic, and think about what you can understand with your butt, how can Ron not do it? The most important thing is that after learning the magic of the undead, with strong strength, you have the opportunity to avenge Grandpa. Thinking of Grandpa, Ron ignited a strong fighting spirit.

"So ... how do you join?" Ron asked.

Khomelin thought for a while and said helplessly, "Originally, joining the Scourge Church requires a lot of rules, but now the conditions are limited, these things will be exempted, um, so ... you just make an oath with me ..."

"I'll say it, you follow it." Seeing Ron agreed, Khomelin said immediately.

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

The oath was very long, but Ron followed Hommering in the same way.

"Just like that?"

"Well, that's enough."

"Then I can learn undead magic now?"

"can!"

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

"Grandpa Khomelin, can 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, only me and you ... Of course, I am the soul, to be precise, only @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html you are one ..."

"..."

Ron is speechless, this one-person natural disaster church is too ... too powerful ...

His eyes rolled, "Grandpa Khomelin, I heard that I have to be honored after I apprentice to the teacher. Should I call you Khomerin?"

Hearing the words "Teacher Hommering", Hommering's mouth twitched fiercely. He remembered the apprentice who had betrayed himself, and felt pain in his heart.

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

"Oh ..." Ron nodded and said, "Grandpa Homelin, are we starting to learn undead magic now?"

Ron was already a bit impatient.

Khomelin smiled slightly, and looked at the two corpses in front of him, saying, "Ron, your most important task is not to learn the magic of undead, but to leave here as soon as possible ..."