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Chapter 126 He can actually resurrect the dead!
The prisoner's eyes lost their luster, his pupils dilated, and his breathing stopped.

He didn't even hesitate, and died in front of Ron's astonished eyes. Even the remaining heat in his body quickly evaporated with the passage of time.

Really dead!

"Hey, you all saw it, he was lying on the ground by himself, I didn't touch him!"

The blond boy's breathing stopped, and he quickly stood up and looked at the witness innocently, trying to shirk responsibility in case the prisoner was trying to scam him.

Oh, you're already talking nonsense now that you know you can't win...

Is this the reinforcement Catherine called for?
Seeing this scene, Lyle Hainlet's mouth inevitably curled up, and his eyes looking at Ron became extremely disdainful.

Zorn is one of the few capable men under his command, and it is a waste of his talent to use him to play the role of a corpse.

Mr. Prince thought proudly, and looked forward to seeing his elder sister suffer failure and setbacks.

In the era before the "Apocalypse", extraordinary professions were not as rare as they are today, but they could be roughly classified into three categories.

Spellcaster, god-believer, warrior.

Concealing one's aura is the most basic professional quality of a fourth-level shadow assassin. They live in the dark and have a low sense of presence. Their camouflage ability is not comparable to that of a spellcaster.
This type of people have received professional training since childhood and will not cry out even if it hurts.

Lyle Hainlet still remembers a mission Zorn carried out a few years ago.
At that time, he was soaking in the cesspool of the target's house, motionless, truly merging his own breath with the feces. He lurked for three days and three nights before finding an opportunity to kill the target with one blow. His level of endurance was simply outrageous!
Breathing stops, the spirit dissipates, this person is beyond saving...

The White Cardinal was the first person to notice something was wrong, besides Ron and the Baroness.

The "spotlight" above his head flashed, and his brows furrowed slightly before relaxing. He was somewhat displeased with this sudden victory.

This would make his glorious victory seem unfair and would tarnish his perfect life and excellent character.

Even someone as good as me can't control my good luck...

Luck is also part of strength.

From Coaster's professional perspective, if Ron had come to the rescue earlier, he might have had a chance to defeat him, but now...

Even His Holiness the Pope cannot resurrect the dead!

The ministers and nobles who came to witness this competition that concerned the future of the kingdom had different expressions.

The corners of the Chancellor's mouth curled up, and the bald Home Minister's eyes flickered. Only the Prime Minister and the Grand Councillor showed no reaction.

It was not yet the turn of those who were attached to the royal family to speak here. Only some of the ministers present looked at Ron with expressions full of regret.

Obviously, the ministers and nobles also realized that the dead could not be resurrected.

"The competition is about healing skills. What do you mean by carrying a dead person?"

"Drag him away and bring someone who's still breathing!"

Seeing this scene, the princess frowned and looked at the two guards first to give orders.

She sensed something was wrong and instinctively smelled a conspiracy.

Now, the entire Hainlet Castle is filled with the Second Prince's men. The guards and subordinates loyal to her were either detained when the Holy See came, or forcibly taken away when they fled.

This meant that Catherine had no chance to notice these little movements.

However, based on her brother's personality, if there is nothing fishy going on, she will eat up the entire Hainlet Castle.

"Catherine, if you can't win, don't make excuses for yourself. The prisoner was still breathing when he was brought up. It was obviously because he didn't seize the opportunity!"

"I advise you to admit defeat, my dear elder sister~"

Lyle Hainlet interjected, looking at Catherine with great pride, as if he saw the throne beckoning to him.

He did not think there was anything wrong in joining the Vatican.

Supported by the Holy See to become king, he still enjoys endless wealth and glory. So what if he is just a puppet?
This does not hinder his life goal of just enjoying himself and sleeping with women.

Thinking of this, the prince waved his hand and pointed his chin at Ron.

"You two should step aside first. Let's see what this Stardust Society mage has to say."

The teasing and anticipation in the words were obvious. The princess clenched her fists, making a creaking sound, as if she was about to swing them hard and hit Lyle Hainlet in the face.

In fact, she did so.

However, just as Catherine took a step, she suddenly felt her wrist tighten. She turned her head and found that it was Ron who was holding her.

Seeing the confident young man shake his head, she handed him the sword. "Take up your weapon and kill him. You will be the king!"

Ron nodded heavily. He had long disliked this prince.

He colluded with the Vatican to murder his old father, imprisoned his eldest sister for the throne, and now he dares to jump around in front of him, the messenger of justice.

I really need to give you some color to look at!

"Help! What are you trying to do!?"

Seeing this, Lyle Hainlet turned pale and hid behind the white-robed archbishop.

He didn't want to be beheaded by Catherine in an instant within ten meters.

"Oh, useless!" Catherine didn't look at the prince again. She threw the sword back to Ron and pointed at the corpse on the ground. "Sir Ron, do you have any solution?"

Method?

What can I do?
The blond boy's face fell. In his imagination, no matter whether this person was dead or alive, he was bound to lose.

However, after seeing the expectant look in the eyes of his old acquaintance, Miss Wang, Ron quickly cheered himself up.

He is going to give it a try!

The healing technique that is comparable to that of a god is far from being as simple as it appears. It contains countless profound mysteries and the level of knowledge it contains is extremely high, so high that even Ron's level of magic cannot understand it.

However, this does not prevent him from using it.

In the past, Ron only used healing magic to "treat" local injuries, but now he has to use all his strength.

Death means the disappearance of body functions and even the disappearance of the soul.

To reverse such a dire situation, the only way is to cover the brain, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, muscles, penis, skin, hair and even soul of the dead person under the holy light healing technique.

How painful it was, what a heroic scene it was, Ron couldn't even imagine it.

He felt that perhaps people shouldn't do this.

The young man took a deep breath, extended his palm forward, and summoned a ray of eternal light as everyone watched.

This... What a powerful holy light!

The cardinal in white was deeply shocked, and the gentle expression on his face became extremely serious. He felt the boundless pressure.

The level of holy light displayed by the other party was higher than his, which meant that the boy's perfection and excellent character were far superior to his.

How can this be! ?
The light that almost condensed into a solid body attracted everyone's attention, but Ron still felt it was not enough.
So he gritted his teeth and continued to pour magic power into the palm of his right hand, while calling for more fellow Holy Light Elementalists to come and help.

In an instant, a golden sun appeared in the young man's palm.

Even the spotlight above the White Cardinal's head could not take away the brilliance of something so dazzling and brilliant.

The golden light illuminated the palace in every detail, without a trace of darkness remaining, and everyone in the palace felt a warmth.

Ron's forehead was covered with sweat as he lowered his palm and pressed the most energy-consuming "Holy Light Healing Technique" in his life into the chest of the deceased!

One second, two seconds, three seconds
The deceased did not open his eyes.

The prince heaved a sigh of relief at the sight, and was about to sneer when he heard a cry of surprise as if he had seen a ghost.

"Alive, alive! The dead are alive!"

He quickly turned his head and saw that his trusted subordinate's eyes were bulging and veins were popping all over his body, as if he was trying to break free from his physical restraints.

His mouth opened wide, letting out a silent scream, the muscles on his face twisted to the extreme, as if he was suffering from hellish torture.

Gradually, two lines of clear tears slid out from the corners of his eyes, as if silently telling the final struggle.

He... He can actually resurrect the dead!
The Archbishop in white, Gabe Coster, the Right Hand of God, was trembling violently all over. He could not imagine that the "Holy Pillar" had such authority.

At this moment, the perfect him felt an unprecedented sense of frustration from this man.

Coster fell to the ground without caring about his image, pointing at Ron with trembling arms, unable to say a word.

Resurrecting the dead is unheard of!

(End of this chapter)