Cataclysmic Transformation

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Ron carefully considered the language, "This is it, Master Dean Platz. I was born and raised in a small mountain village on the west side of the Holy Roman Empire. At this point, I did n’t lie to you. My original intention to enter the Balovax College was indeed to go to the college ’s library ... "

Platz's face was tight and he didn't speak. []

Ron paused and hesitated and said, "Of course, there is another purpose, is to find out in the library the truth that the magic of the undead disappeared 100,000 years ago ..."

"Oh!" Platts smiled. "Did you find it?"

Ron shook his head, "The library of the college is indeed rich in books, but I haven't found anything about the magic of undead!"

Platz said, "There are always things in any library in this world that are secret and undisclosed, and I am no exception here ..." He pointed to the sheepskin scroll on the table, "This is an ancient scroll, records Some things about the magic of the undead, I was curious to take it out and look at it, you look at it, huh, huh, such documents are not available through legitimate channels! "

Ron walked over quickly, reached for the sheepskin scroll, and watched carefully, not missing a single detail.

Judging from the surface of the scroll, this is indeed an ancient scroll. It also records some things about undead magic, but to Ron's disappointment, there is no record of the reason why the undead magic disappeared.

Platts said, “It ’s strange that undead magic was recorded in the documents of the ancient times, but after the end of the ancient times, the undead magic disappeared, and there is no record. From the first year of Noah, there is no trace of it. For traces of undead magic, for example, the Noah continent is like a piece of white paper. This white paper records a lot of things, but this white paper just missed the undead magic ... "

Platts turned sharply, staring at Ron and said, "Noah ’s first year has passed, and now 100,000 years have passed, the magic of the undead has long disappeared, I want to know @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html, how can you Learned the magic of undead 100,000 years ago? "

Ron silently put down the scroll in his hand and slowly shook his head. "Sorry, Dean Platz, I can't say that!"

As expected, Platz smiled, "I can guess if you don't say it!"

He took a step forward slowly, and said with a smile, "The qualifying finals, when you battled Merkelin, it wasn't your strength that broke out later?"

Ron's body shuddered, and he turned to look at Platz with an unbelievable look on his face.

Platts smiled, "Don't look at me like that, I guess. The strength you showed at that time was enough to be comparable to the division-level strongman, and the breath was completely different from that of you before, so I can guess This is not your strength, and there should be a soul in you. This soul can control your body to fight, I am right ... "

Platz's eyes were poisonous, and he guessed right.

After listening, Ron rarely went silent. The other party guessed everything. What else did he have to say? But what worries him is that Dean Platz pressed hard, he didn't know how to deal with it.

Then came Hommering's voice in his head and said to him, "Ron, let me talk to him!"

"Ah-Grandma Hommelin you ..." Ron was a little surprised, Grandpa Hommelin took the initiative to show up, this is a very rare thing.

Khomelin smiled, "It's okay, I don't think he has any malice, some things are still open, maybe I can talk about cooperation ..."

Ron nodded. "Okay!" He closed his eyes and gave up control of his body.

At this time, Ron's eyes opened violently, his eyes erupted.

An extremely cold breath rushed across the face, like the fear from the depths of hell, Platz was stunned, and his heart was very vigilant, "Ron, you--"

At this time, "Ron" spoke slowly, but his speech was replaced by an old voice, "As you wish, I came out!"

"Ah--" Platz took a step back and looked at Ron up and down, with a look of consternation in his eyes, "Sage of the Holy Land?"

"Sacred Domain Power!" Khomerin smiled. "No one has called me like this for a long time. Yes, I am an undead holy magister and also a Sanctuary Power. My name is Khomerin. What should I call you? Raz Fire Department Saint? "

"Just call me Platz!" Suddenly, a face of 100,000 years ago appeared in Platts' eyes. "Your Excellency should come from the ancient times 100,000 years ago. Maybe I should call you a senior." ! "

Homelin nodded and sighed, "It has been unknowingly 100,000 years ..."

Platts asked boldly, "Dare to ask the predecessor's strength?"

Khomelin smiled, "It's not good, it's just a little stronger than you!"

"The Sanctuary Peak?" Platz was shocked. He was a high-level Sanctuary and was placed on the entire Noah continent.

Khomelin laughed, "Platz, you don't need to test me. Since I dare to show up, I'm naturally not afraid of any tricks you play. Although Ron's body limits my strength, but I take full control from your hands. Retreat, it can still be done ... "

Platz bowed slightly, "Seniors said too much, how dare the younger disrespect the seniors!"

Khomelin stood up and walked a few steps, seeming to be thinking about something. For a long time, he turned around and smiled at Platts, "Platz, maybe we can make a deal ..."

"Trade?" Platts' eyes widened.

Khomelin smiled and dropped a bomb that shocked Platts. "With Ron's current progress in practice, I dare to guarantee that he will be able to set foot in the sanctuary before the age of fifty ..."

Stepping into the sanctuary before the age of fifty, Platz's eyelids jumped and asked, "What about then?"

"As long as Ron sets foot in the sanctuary, I can be resurrected by then. In this case, we are the two powerful saints ..."

Khomelin said quietly.

Platz listened quietly, when he heard the two Sacred Powers, his eyes could not help brightening.

Khomelin glanced at Platz and said, "If your lord can grant Ron asylum, it means that our two holy domain strongmen owe you a promise ..."

Platt's brows gradually unfolded. This is the commitment of the two powerful saints, and one of them is the pinnacle of the sanctuary.

That is to say, he can let the two Holy Domain powerhouses do anything as long as the other party can do it.

On the Noah continent, the Sanctuary Powerhouse is very promising. Since the other party said, Platz is not afraid that he cannot do it. For fifty years, for the Sanctuary Powerhouse, it is just a matter of a snap.

After each professional set foot in the sanctuary, the life span can be greatly extended. The ordinary sanctuary strong can live up to three hundred years of age, which is not a problem. Even now Platz is only more than one hundred years old.

Platts thought left and right, and felt that the sale was worthwhile. It was too simple for the sanctuary to protect a person. It was just a little trouble for the Holy See, but Platz did not live by the breath of the Holy See. This is no problem for him.

Platz didn't even need to do anything, as long as Ron stayed in Balovax City and didn't go out, no one dared to trouble him.

"Yes!" Platts did not think about it, agreed, and said in a tone of voice, "But, Mr. Homelin, I have a condition ..."

Homelin, as expected, nodded and said, "What are the conditions, just say it!"

In Khomelin's view, it was normal for the other party to put forward the conditions. After all, he only wrote a blank check, and the other party was willing to agree to it, which surprised him.

Platts said, "If Ron can successfully break through the division level, I hope he can stay in the college to teach the Department of Undead ..."

Khomelin was stunned, but he didn't expect Platz to come up with such an idea.

When Platz looked at Khomelin's complexion, he quickly added, "There is also a point that Lord Khomelin can rest assured that I will not treat him badly, and his treatment will be 30% higher than that of ordinary tutors ..."

Khomelin smiled, "It seems that our purpose is the same ..."

He nodded, "This is fine, I promised on his behalf!"

A smile finally appeared on Platz's face.

There are two ideas for Khomelin, one is to find out the truth of the disappearance of the undead magic, the second is to revive the undead magic and restore the glory of the undead magic, and Ron becomes the college mentor to spread the real undead magic, this is one Good thing, Khomelin does not care who learns undead magic, the more people learn, the better, so that undead magic can move towards revival faster.

Platz paid attention to the interests of Balovax College. He was interested in the potential of undead magic, and perhaps the other two colleges might be suppressed by undead magic.

Cavaliers are everywhere, and Barovas College also offers cavalier classes, but why almost all of them go to Xianglong Academy? The three words "Dragon Knight" have already explained all this well.

Platz was full of expectations for Ron.

...

An abandoned house on the outskirts of Balovax.

Merkelin knelt down on the ground tremblingly, guilty of guilt in his mouth, standing next to him was a middle-aged man in a luxurious costume. His face was cold, his expression was not angry and powerful.

"What did you say? Did it fail?"

He was talking about the Holy Papal Presbyterian Church, Lord of the Pious Temple, Wharton. He disguised himself and sneaked into the city of Balovax in the Roland Empire to command this operation against Ron, but failed.

According to the regulations between the sacred domain powerhouses, the sacred domain powerhouses generally cannot enter the site of another sacred domain powerhouse without saying hello, but this rule is not well observed. If it passes harmlessly, the local guardian The Sanctuary Powerhouse can also open one eye and close one, but if there is trouble on his site, he must stand up.

The relationship between the Roland Empire and the Holy Roman Empire was split by civil war, and the relationship was not good. Wharton could only come in secret.

Merkelin's body shook like a sieve, and said hurriedly, "Master Wharton, please calm down, I will find a way to kill Ron, I promise ..."

"Humph!" Wharton snorted coldly, "You'd better do it, otherwise, you know the consequences. Your identity as the Son is held by me personally, or I can take you down personally ..."

"Yes ... yes, little understand!" Merkelin said with a trembling voice.

"Get up, my Lord Merklin!" Wharton said sarcastically. "What kind of system do you kneel into?"

Merkelin trembled up, and he was like a frightened deer at this time. How could he look like a Holy Holy Son? Wharton shook his head straight.

"It seems that he can't be counted on him!" Wharton thought, he sighed, looking at the Balovax College in the distance, and he felt helpless.

He intends to continue to take action against Ron, such as assassination, but unfortunately he has no time, the Holy Pope sent three oracles a day to let him go back.

"Damn it!" Wharton scolded fiercely, hitting a fist against the wall, breaking a broken stone wall into a big hole, and at this moment he could not wait to rush into Balovax College and grab Ron Kill, but he dare not.

Wharton clenched his fists in anger, "Damn Platts, they are so soft ..."

There are three Sanctuary powerhouses in Balovax City, and Wharton also feels that the three Sanctuary powerhouses, including Platz, have discovered his existence, but just ignore him, Wharton is at a disadvantage, in Never dare to take action if you are absolutely sure to defeat the opponent.

Wharton looked dignified, "You must inform the Holy See as soon as possible and take action against him again, otherwise this kid will continue to grow and will sooner or later become our confidant!"

He sighed, and he didn't hesitate, turned and left, deafening to Merkeling's cry, and he was already disappointed with Merkeling.

(End of Volume Two)