Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

With everything ready, Lynn found Gregor to say goodbye.

Gregor had also learned of the Academy's call to arms, and stopped what he was doing when he saw him approaching.

"Mentor," Lynn bowed.

Gregor turned around, his eyes filled with a complex emotion Lynn had never seen before—a mixture of concern and helplessness.

"Here you go." Gregor uttered a single word and casually tossed something over.

Lynn took it; it was a grayish-white bone ring with an extremely simple rune engraved on it.

"【The Collapsed Ring】".

Gregor was concise and to the point.

"This thing is a one-time use item. When activated by mental energy, it can create a 'Presence Collapse Field' around your body that lasts for three breaths."

"Within three breaths, any targeting spells, prophetic tracking, soul marking, or even some instant-death curses aimed at you will be greatly weakened or deflected."

"Remember, you only have three breaths. In those three breaths, run as far away as you can. Don't always think about fighting back against the enemy."

Lynn was startled.

This is definitely a lifesaver, especially against strange and hard-to-defend curses and lock-on techniques.

Its principles clearly involve profound spiritual and existential magic, and are of considerable value.

"Thank you, mentor!"

Lynn expressed her sincere gratitude.

To be honest, Gregor was really good to him and helped him a lot, but he was a bit too stingy...

However, he had invested too much in the "Death Blossom" project and didn't have much personal wealth, so he couldn't provide much resource support.

If Gregor were among the white wizards, he would undoubtedly be a renowned academic master within the academy.

Unfortunately... he devoted himself to a dark wizarding academy where power reigned supreme...

During that year, Lynn also contributed a lot to the "Death Blossom" project through her analysis.

They overcame most of the theoretical models and energy loop problems accumulated by Gregor over a century, greatly advancing the project's progress.

Now, only a few key factors are missing: the closed-loop formula for individual differences, the initiation medium, and the stable anchor point, before we can begin the experiment.

Well...theoretically, only these few things are missing; the rest depends on luck.

With his life's work finally about to bear fruit, Gregor's mood has improved considerably recently.

"Hmph, I just think it's a shame you're dead." Gregor waved his hand, his tone returning to its impatient state.

"Get lost, don't die out there. Your brain... I still have a great use for it."

Lynn bowed deeply, put the [Disintegration Ring] on his right index finger, turned and walked out of the laboratory, heading towards the coordinates indicated on the nameplate.

Gregor watched as his figure was swallowed by the gray light before muttering, "Damn war... and those damn vultures."

Why can't we all sit together, drink tea, and do academic research? Why do we have to fight to the death?

If you need resources, go to the Abyss or other dimensions to steal them. Why do you have to go against your "colleagues"?

As for privately recruiting apprentices...

Is this little thing really a big deal?

...

Guided by the nameplate, Lynn first went to the academy's public teleportation array area. The teleportation arrays here lead to various planes, and the teleportation price is naturally not low.

Due to the war, the academy covered all the transfer costs for apprentices.

At this moment, teleportation arrays are sending people out in batches.

Lynn, under the influence of "Mimicry," followed the instructions on the nameplate and lined up behind one of the teleportation arrays.

I don't know where this teleportation array leads...

A moment later, Lynn followed the crowd into the teleportation array.

A flash of gray light, and Lynn found himself in an unfamiliar place.

Here, the sky is an eternal leaden gray, and beneath your feet lies a black bone plain as hard as iron. The air is filled with a chilling and mixed aura of the dead.

The destination of the teleportation was not the front line, but an extension of the demiplane under the Bone Spire, specifically for large-scale gatherings—the "Bone Plaza" area.

There are quite a few of these demiplanes in the academy, but they don't have much resource or development value; they are mainly used for transit.

The once empty Skeleton Square is now packed with people.

Hundreds of third-class apprentices gathered here, most of them accompanied by several undead guards.

In the atmosphere of war, they all released their undead guards, making the scene somewhat chaotic, more like a ragtag army of undead cannon fodder.

Noise, tension, bloodlust, fear... all sorts of emotions fermented in the air.

Lynn concealed his aura, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, and he immediately recognized several figures who were renowned even among the hidden talents of the third-class apprentices.

The most conspicuous among them was Ferdinand, nicknamed "Bone Prison".

He was an exceptionally tall and burly bald apprentice, surrounded by twelve four-meter-tall, dark gold-colored, level 3 peak skeletal giants!

This thing is quite powerful, even stronger than the Bone Earth Dragon.

It should be noted that a typical third-class apprentice would be considered quite capable of controlling even three of these powerful undead.

Ferdinand, however, controlled twelve at the same time! This is enough to prove his methods.

Legend has it that he once single-handedly guarded a small undead mine, and with these "Twelve Vajras," he defeated raiders several times his size.

There is also Greta, who is known as the "Soul Raven".

She was a pale-faced girl, sitting quietly on the shoulder of a huge, rotting stitched monster.

Her symbol is the hundreds of translucent vengeful crows that hover around her, each one said to have been personally raised, killed, and then refined by her.

Then there's Savoy the Skinner, a lean and sinister man with rolls of various biological leathers hanging from his waist.

He was skilled in flesh curses and deadly poisons, and was said to enjoy collecting the hides of powerful prey to make witchcraft artifacts.

He was accompanied by several living, fleshy golems whose skin constantly writhed and dripped with mucus, a sight that inspired fear.

Lynn looked away.

Although these people are not the top-tier third-class apprentices, they are still considered to be in the academy's first tier.

It seems our war zone has been assigned a few formidable apprentices, and with us being invincible among our peers, victory is a piece of cake.

In addition, there were many elderly apprentices in the square.

They have been stuck at the peak of the third rank for many years and have failed to advance for various reasons, but their combat experience, magical accumulation, and the size of their undead legions far exceed those of ordinary apprentices.

These apprentices are the most stable backbone on the battlefield.

Lynn's arrival did not cause much of a stir; under the disguise of [Mimicry], no one recognized him.

To follow the trend, he also released a few undead minions to bolster his forces.

At this moment, he was surrounded by ordinary creatures such as hard-skinned zombies, skeletal guards, and bone dogs, making him seem rather weak.

To outsiders, he was just an ordinary-looking, third-class apprentice with a few ordinary undead companions.

Lynn ignored the others and silently walked to a relatively edged spot, where he waited quietly.