Cataclysmic Transformation

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"I don't know!" Platz shook his head. "This guy is like a human, but now, humans have no gods, they may be some people in history, but they don't know who ..."

Hill gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I'm more interested in who brought this guy back to life?"

No one answered, because no one knew the question, and even Platz didn't know why the headless monster suddenly sprang out.

Montegoth shouted, "The destructive power of our battle is too strong, we must lead him to a high place, otherwise the ground will be destroyed!"

"Okay!" Platts and Hill Qiqi responded, and the three figures played while retreating, and quickly rose to the sky. The fearless headless corpse kicked on the legs, chasing like an arrow off the string. And go.

"Ah--they flew away!" Said a student, looking at the height in a tent.

"I don't want to cause too much damage, after all, their fighting power is too strong!" Said another student.

Khomelin looked at the sky and muttered, "There is no weapon to hit this point, this corpse is really awesome ..."

The headless corpse has no weapons, and the other three have at least dark gold-level equipment, and some even more than one.

The three had already risen into the air and engaged in a fierce battle in the air.

At this time Platz shouted loudly, "You drag him, give me some time, I want to cast a ban ..."

"Forbidden Curse?" Hill and Monte Gordon froze for a moment, a dignified look flashed in their eyes. The power of the cursed curse was enough to destroy the world. They knew that Platz would use the kung fu master at the bottom of the box. Out.

Hill couldn't help laughing and scolding, "Well, you are an old Platts ghost, now I think of casting a ban curse, why did you go!" He said, attacking more frequently, pushing the headless corpse into a mess .

Montegod's dark-gold dragon gun was not outdone, dancing impenetrably, and the powerful earthly fighting spirit combined with the strength of the sanctuary, so that the headless **** corpse even added several scars.

Platz didn't pay attention to the two, but gathered the elements of fire floating in the air.

"Oh, the flames surging deep below the ground, I pray to you in the name of a devout believer ... Burn it, the bird of fire, make your eyes a sea of ​​fire ..."

The heat wave around Platz is close to people. Even though Hill and Montegoth are far apart, they feel a blazing heat. When Platz waved the magic wand in his hand, the powerful fire element quickly condensed into a In the form of a huge firebird, the firebird flapped its wings and gave a whisper that disturbed nine days.

Hill and Monte Goth sighed, "What's going on? This old ghost's strength has risen a lot ..."

The figure of the headless corpse appeared, and it seemed to feel the increasing pressure from the burning firebird.

"Go! Awakening Flame Birds ..." Platts' eyes flashed with eternity, his magic wand pointed, and the flames floating in the air turned into a streamer, rushing towards the headless corpse.

"Oh!" Hill smiled upward, "Pratts the old ghost, I will retire, and the rest will depend on you ..." said, his figure disappeared into the air.

Monte Goth also drove away the Golden Dragon.

The flaming bird was extremely fast, and it hit the headless body of the god. In an instant, time seemed to be still.

Immediately afterwards, "Boom--" sounded like a huge sun in the sky, shining brightly, and the dark night sky instantly turned into daylight, and gorgeous sparks were blooming and blooming in the sky.

The strong explosion sound spread for ten miles, and the force in the sky reached the ground and caused a slight tremor.

"It's too shocking. Is this the power of the curse?" Ron stared at the sky, and said, "Magician, it's still so powerful ..."

Khomelin smiled proudly, "The power of this magic is good, almost reaching the level of 80% I was ..."

Ron was startled, "Grandpa Khomelin, were you so powerful? How was the strength going?"

Khomelin hesitated for a moment, and spit out a few words gently, "The Sanctuary Peak!"

After the strong explosion, the dark sky returned to calm again, as if nothing had happened, the extremely powerful headless corpse had long disappeared.

"It's dead?" Hill asked. He searched everywhere, where did he see the headless corpse?

"No!" Platz shook his head. "It escaped!"

"What?" There was a trace of consternation in Montego's eyes. He took a deep breath and replied calmly, "I can't kill it. So, we will never have a day ..."

It's no wonder that Montegoth regards the headless **** corpse as a common sanctuary powerhouse, but in fact, it is just a corpse.

"That guy has lost his mind, and the attack is just instinct, and may not continue to deal with us!" Hill said softly, but he still had a lingering fear about the strength of the headless **** corpse. Power can't deal with it at all.

"I hope so!" Platz said. He looked at the ruined college below and lost the interest in talking.

"Since it escaped, I have nothing to worry about, if it comes back again, please let me know!"

"Yes, the three of us joined forces, so we are not afraid of him!" Montegoth nodded.

There are some open battles between the powerful in the Holy Land, but if faced with external threats, cooperation will always be the main line. After all, they are all in Balovax.

The two said goodbye to Platz, and each led their return. At this moment, the sky was slightly bright, and Platz's figure slowly lowered.

"Sir Dean!"

"Sir Dean!"

A group of mentors from the college greeted them. Among them, Dubbs smiled, "The strength of Dean Master has broken through to the fifth floor of the Sanctuary, which is gratifying."

"The fifth floor of the sanctuary!" Platz grinned reluctantly, "I'm already the sixth floor of the sanctuary!"

...

The restoration work of the Balovax College is proceeding in an orderly manner. Most of the fierce battles with headless corpses are in the air. The damage to the ground is not serious, and it is fully affordable with the college ’s financial resources.

That morning, Platts met Ron in his independent office, along with Dabus and several mentors.

A small desk with a few chairs underneath. The furnishings of the entire office are relatively simple, not much different from the office of an ordinary instructor. If it were n’t for the words “Dean ’s Room” written on the outside Leimu gate, who Nor will it be associated with a place where the Sanctuary strong office.

Platts does not like luxury, which is a well-known thing throughout the college.

Platts looked at Ron up and down, showing a strong interest. He wanted to know how a necromancer known as waste hurt so many students. Each of these students is not an ordinary person. Among them, even seniors Professional.

Ron stood in front of Platz, feeling a little uneasy. Although this was not the first time he had dealt with the Sanctuary Powerhouse, he felt that the Dean ’s eyes seemed to see through his body.

The strong sense of the Sanctuary is extremely keen, and Khomelin does not want to cause trouble to Ron, and enters into the Soul Ring sleep early.

"You're Ron?" Platts asked with a smile, he recognized that this man was the one who lifted him from the ground when he was injured yesterday.

"Yes, Dean!" Ron nodded.

At this time, Dabus quickly walked in front of Platz, "Master Dean, Vivienne is here!"

Platz nodded, and saw Vivian wearing a gray-black magic robe, her slightly curly hair draped naturally behind her head, and quickly walked in. When she passed Ron, she gave him a strange look.

"Sir Dean!" Vivienne gave a deep gift.

"Oh!" Platts smiled heartily. "Vivienne, your student is much better than you ..."

Platts was very familiar with Vivienne, thanks to her father Jarod. When the college decided to cancel the Department of Undead, it was Platz who objected and put things down.

Vivienne was excited. She knew that the dean said that there was no malice. The dean offered to meet Ron, which showed her concern for the undead department.

She took a deep breath and nodded and smiled, "Of course, Ron is the real Ancient Necromancer ..."

"Ancient Necromancer?"

Vivienne's words were like a bomb, which shocked everyone at once. The tutors looked at me and couldn't believe this fact. Even Platz's face showed a shocked look.

Ron looked calm on the surface, but his heart was agitated. His identity was completely revealed, but he didn't know if the Roland Empire would kill him as a heretic like the Holy Roman Empire.

Platz said in amazement, "Vivienne, is the ancient undead magic you said not a legend?"

"No!" Vivienne glanced at Ron. "The magic of the ancient undead has really existed, and Ron is its successor!"

"Heir?" Dabus asked with a surprised tone, "Ron, is this true?"

Now that things have happened, Ron knows that he can't hide anymore, and all his strength is shown. As long as he has dealt with him, he knows the difference between the ancient Necromancer and the current Necromancer.

He took a deep breath, "Yes, I am the Ancient Necromancer in your mouth!"

Vivienne's eyes lit up and looked at Ron with a smile. She finally heard Ron admit that as a researcher of undead magic, there is nothing more exciting than seeing ancient undead magic.

Ron thought for a moment and said, "But in my eyes, there is never any difference between the ancient undead magic and @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html nowadays undead magic, there is only one kind of undead magic, the popular undead magic is wrong of!"

"Really!" Platz nodded. "Undead magic has been lost for a long time. It was only re-researched by Master Kahn about five thousand years ago. I think, because after thousands of years, there is a lot of information on undead magic. The books were all lost, and finally a four-elephant was studied. At this time, there was no real ancient necromancer. Naturally, no one would point out the fallacy of the magic of the undead, and finally it became like this! "

Ron raised his head in amazement, and he didn't think that Dean Platz actually guessed things based on the slightest clues.

"Yes, Master Dean!" Vivienne also deeply admired Platz. She came to the conclusion after ten years of research. Platz was casually told.

Platts thought for a while, and asked, leaning his head, "But again, Ron, the real undead magic has disappeared for 100,000 years, how do you know?"