Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

A hint of embarrassment, as if he had been seen through, immediately appeared on Lynn's face.

He raised one hand to scratch the back of his head, while his other hand gripped the hilt of his sword somewhat awkwardly, as if it could provide him with a sense of security.

"Uh... this."

He lowered his voice, with a hint of awkward laughter.

"Please excuse my poor appearance, Captain. It's just... it's just that I used to get ambushed and killed while on missions, so I got used to carrying a shield; it makes me feel more secure."

"A sword is somewhat better than bare hands... To be honest, I'm not an expert in close combat. I've just practiced a few moves haphazardly to block and buy myself some time to cast spells."

As he spoke, he made a somewhat stiff, mock sword swing, as if to prove he was "not proficient."

The movements were standard, but they were clearly deliberate, unlike the natural fluidity of someone who has practiced swordsmanship for many years.

Holm's prosthetic eye stared at Lynn's slightly clumsy sword-wielding movements and his tightly gripped knuckles as if afraid of dropping the sword. He then glanced at the "I'm just doing this for peace of mind" expression on Lynn's face and let out a barely audible snort.

The menacing claw mark on his face seemed to have softened, as if mocking this novice's caution.

"Okay, I understand. You have your own sense of security."

Holm looked away, no longer focusing on the sword and shield, and his tone returned to its usual calm.

"If a war really breaks out, your pathetic sense of security is probably useless. Remember your strengths, stay back and unleash your soul and skeletal magic, don't put the cart before the horse."

"Yes, Captain."

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief, nodded quickly, and pulled his sword and shield behind him.

Although the team leader looks intimidating, he is quite responsible.

Holm ignored him and turned to the other team members to continue assigning tasks.

Lynn lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the calmness in them.

If I were to claim that I am proficient in close combat and possess a strong physique, I'm afraid I would be put at the forefront in any situation!

I won't say, I won't say...

Once all the squads were ready, Ferdinand announced the battle plan.

His tactics were very simple, reminiscent of the style of a barren, spirited tower.

The first step was to gather all the undead and require all apprentices to hand over their personal undead guards, which would then be incorporated into the legion.

This is understandable, after all, it is a large-scale military operation, and a siege battle at that, and scattered soldiers cannot fight against the well-organized army of the Allied forces.

Secondly, the apprentices themselves do not go directly to the front line, but rely on a large-scale bone wall magic array deployed in conjunction, and are in a relatively safe "casting position".

Their mission is to concentrate their mental energy to remotely enhance and command some of the undead through the nodes of the magic array, or to cast remote magic spells to strike the enemy.

After the order was given, all the apprentices, whether they were willing or not, handed over their undead guards.

After all, military orders are absolute, and if you dare not hand them over, you'll only have to face the executioner's blade with your own neck.

Lynn was no exception.

Soon, the apprentice in charge of recruitment walked up to him, saw that the area in front of him was empty, glanced at the number on the nameplate, and said impatiently:

"9527, stop dawdling and hand over your undead guards right now. Can you afford to miss this opportunity?"

Lynn's eyes flickered slightly, and she played a little trick.

The necromantic ring flashed, and three skeletal guards, eight bone hounds, and the hard-skinned zombie appeared before them.

His core players naturally remain hidden, as losing even one of them would be painful enough.

However, the ones released do meet the control standards for an ordinary third-class apprentice.

The recruiters did not have the authority to view the apprentices' information and did not know how many undead Lynn had.

He curled his lip in disdain as he released this "trash," but didn't say anything more.

This kid doesn't look very old, probably just recently advanced in rank, so it's not easy for him to put together a team of level 3 undead guards.

Soon, the undead army was organized.

Using the heavily armored undead issued by the academy as spearheads, mixed with a large number of captured apprentice undead as consumables, they formed a surging tide of undead.

The army began its grand march, while Lynn stayed in the ranks of the wizard apprentices and advanced with them.

With a joint defensive magic array above my head, I feel much safer.

The academy coalition forces were clearly well-prepared, having already set up their defensive fortifications at their stronghold.

The apprentices drove the undead army forward relentlessly, and just as they caught a glimpse of the enemy's defensive fortifications, scorching fire elements began to gather frantically in the air above the opposing positions.

A massive war spell, "Meteor Shower," unleashed by at least thirty rival apprentices proficient in fire magic, crashed down!

The burning meteorite, trailing a fiery tail, covered a large portion of the undead vanguard.

At the same time, several automatic turrets and arrow tower-like magical artifacts on the allied positions hummed and fired dense energy shells and arrows.

Some smaller wizard towers also unleashed area-of-effect spells upon the undead army.

Boom! Sizzle—!

In an instant, the undead cannon fodder at the forefront suffered heavy losses in the first wave of attacks.

The bone hounds shattered in packs, the zombies were burned to charcoal, and the shields of the skeletal guardians were perforated by corrosion.

Even the heavily armored skeletons issued by the academy suffered considerable damage under the intense attack.

"Hold on! Abominations, advance! Skeleton Warriors, raise your shields! All apprentices, infuse your magic power to maintain the magic array!" Ferdinand's deep voice resonated through the magic array into everyone's minds.

After a brief period of chaos, the undead sea was forced to regroup under orders.

The undead had no morale whatsoever and charged towards the stronghold with reckless abandon.

Fortunately, it was just a small outpost without much fortification. The undead kept moving forward, braving the hail of bullets.

As the undead army drew ever closer to the fortifications, the allied forces could no longer remain idle.

They don't want to engage in close combat.

Soon, the bugle call to charge rang out from the Allied positions.

A knightly order of about three hundred men, clad in enchanted armor and riding various magical beasts, led their howling alien servants and crashed into the flank of the undead army!

When the two collide, it is the bloodiest battle ever.

This knightly order was clearly prepared specifically to eliminate the undead; their knightly lances were imbued with a protective aura, making them extremely effective against the undead.

Pu Congjun frantically tore at the limbs of the dead.

These servants came from various races, and bound by the power of the contract, they were completely unable to disobey military orders. Their fighting spirit was in no way inferior to that of the undead army.

The academy's heavily armored skeletons and putrid abominations fought desperately, the sounds of bones breaking and flesh tearing echoing incessantly, and the soulfire extinguished piece by piece like candle flames in the wind.

"Now! All apprentices, concentrate your magic—target: the enemy knights!" Greta's icy voice rang out.

Her spirit crows were scattered throughout the battlefield, giving her unparalleled control over the overall situation.

The skeleton apprentices hiding behind the wall of bones were already poised to strike.

At that moment, countless bone spears, acid arrows, soul shocks, and weakening curses poured out from behind the witch array like a storm, precisely covering the knights who were entangled with the heavily armored undead.