Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The war was not over after the small stronghold of "Pustules Swamp" was captured.

This is just an insignificant little pass on the entire battlefield.

After a night's rest, the academy issued another order: leave some people to guard the pass, and send the rest to support other battlefields.

Lynn had no choice but to follow Squad Leader Holm and, under Ferdinand's command, embark on a journey to support other areas.

Five days later, on a piece of scorched earth that had just cooled down, mixed with the shattered bones of the undead, the flesh and blood of alien races, and the embers of witchcraft that had not yet been completely extinguished.

The brief clamor of victory had long been replaced by a heavier silence. The surviving apprentices of the Spire of Bones, like a group of weary and numb souls, silently licked their wounds behind the hastily reinforced fortifications.

Lynn stood behind the low wall assigned to his squad, his gaze calmly sweeping across the battlefield.

He has already sent out several batches of cannon fodder undead in the past few days. If it weren't for the fact that he could exchange contribution points for standard undead, he probably would have had to use his main undead force instead.

Fortunately, he has had a good harvest these past few days. With the "Shadow Twins" reaping the spoils on the battlefield, he has not lost out regardless of whether the battle is won or lost.

They were even...filthy rich.

Captain Holm's eerie green prosthetic eye twitched slightly, sweeping over the remaining five team members.

The team that started with ten people has now dwindled to only six, including himself.

An apprentice skilled in curses had his chest burned through by stray arrows of holy flame, while another young man controlling a bone hound had his head crushed in the first wave of the knights' charge.

"The supplies have arrived. Let's get back to normal as soon as possible."

Holm's hoarse voice broke the silence. He pointed to the inferior soul dust and basic healing ointment that the deacon apprentices had just distributed behind him, his tone flat.

"The next order is here: capture the 'Ash Canyon' on the south side. We will depart in one hour."

A few suppressed gasps rose from the ranks.

Ash Canyon is a notorious meat grinder on the front lines, where the Allied forces have laid down a large number of purification totems and fire traps targeting the undead.

I've heard that quite a few teams have already perished there. Wouldn't going there now be like sending ourselves to our deaths?

Lynn silently accepted her meager supply.

He kept a close eye on the situation on the battlefield and avoided putting himself in danger, so he didn't expend much energy; his main concern was mental tension.

The real losses lie in the "public property" that was handed over for unified command.

He glanced at the Soul Gold Plaque; the number representing his personal contribution points jumped up, adding a line.

Contribution points: 72394.

Merit points - 10758.

This is after a portion has been consumed; otherwise, both would be higher.

With the massive loot inside his ring, Lynn felt he wouldn't have to worry about resources for a long time.

"Check all the equipment, especially the newly replaced skeleton; make sure to handle it carefully."

Holm patted the battered skeleton warrior beside him with his hand, which was missing half a finger.

"Once you reach the canyon, they will be your second life, even if they're not very sturdy."

Lynn put away the Soul Dust and did not use it.

He sat cross-legged, his consciousness sinking into the spiritual world.

The massive vortex of consciousness spun slowly, like a nebula, stable and profound.

The intense battles of the past few days have boosted his mental strength a bit more, bringing it to 98 points!

Unfortunately, the mental vortex has not yet reached its limit. Since he has the opportunity, Lynn still wants to reach the ultimate perfect state before advancing to a formal wizard.

While meditating to regain his composure, Lynn did not let his guard down.

The little stone pulsed gently inside the pocket, while Alan hovered quietly in the phase soul lamp. The three of them merged into one, and wisps of barely perceptible mist spread out.

The perception of the [Stone Heart Mist Domain] centered on him, quietly covering everything within a radius of 100 meters.

Although the sensing range is not very large, it can prevent some accidents from happening.

The heavy breathing of his teammates, the distant sound of bones grinding against each other as the undead repair their fortifications, and the faint whistling in the wind.

The time of an hourglass passed in deathly silence.

As the sharp bone whistle once again pierced the oppressive air at the front, Lynn followed the team, merging into the gray torrent that was setting off again.

Ferdinand's imposing figure stood at the front of the legion, accompanied by a newly received batch of standardized skeleton soldiers and zombies.

After each battle, the academy would replenish him with a portion of the standard undead. Combined with the standard undead that survived each war, the power he now wielded was considerable.

Meanwhile, his core undead spirits, the "Twelve Vajras," remained firmly guarding him, suffering minimal damage.

Ferdinand's instructions were transmitted through the magic array.

"Target: the eastern flank of Ash Canyon. Dispel the purification nodes to open a passage for the main force."

"Individual combat merits are calculated based on the number of nodes destroyed and the number of kills."

The legion began to move, with Lynn carrying a sword and shield, walking in the middle of the column, inconspicuous.

His performance in these battles has been mediocre, showing no signs of being "invincible among his peers," and he hasn't even managed to become a squad leader.

Hmm... anyway, it was pretty comfortable slacking off...

Fortunately, this isn't a game, and there's no leaderboard for "personal contribution points" or "merit points," otherwise he would have been exposed long ago.

With great power comes great responsibility. Let's just quietly finish this war and not try to show off.

As you get closer to Ash Canyon, the air suddenly becomes scorching and dry, a stark contrast to the damp, cold, and putrid atmosphere of the rest of the Rotten Abyss.

In the distance, the entrance to the canyon faintly reveals shimmering holy light and slowly rotating fiery runes.

"Spread out! Destroy the nodes according to the pre-arranged groups! Watch out for the fire traps on the ground!"

Ferdinand's voice boomed through the magic circle.

The battle erupted instantly.

The allied forces had clearly anticipated the counterattack and had laid an ambush with a group of elven archers who rained arrows down from the holes in the rock walls, while scorching holy fire spewed from the ground from time to time.

The undead cannon fodder driven by the skeleton apprentices fell in droves, turning into true ashes.

Lynn's squad was assigned to attack a purification totem located on the edge of a depression, half-hidden by several boulders.

Holm's skeletal warriors charged ahead, taking two silver arrows with them, their bones cracking in the process.

The spirits of the other team members followed closely behind.

Tsk... This war won't be easy. The enemy is clearly well-prepared, and all their tactics are designed to counter the undead.

A direct, forceful attack would inevitably result in heavy losses!

Lynn did not rush forward, but observed the surrounding situation through the [Stone Heart Mist Domain].

Soon, he sensed that less than fifty meters behind their target, there was a clump of twisted bushes emitting poisonous gas, where the purifying light was noticeably weaker.

"Captain!" Lynn approached Holm amidst the intense explosions and roars, speaking rapidly.

"Behind the poisonous bushes on the right, the energy response is weak, there might be a side path, and a direct attack on the totem would result in significant losses for us."

Holm's prosthetic eye suddenly turned to him, then quickly glanced at the bushes and the troops fighting the totem guards, and began to make plans in his mind.

His orders were to launch a full-scale assault on the reinforced node.

But... the enemy is fierce, and their small, remaining squad may all be wiped out here, at most losing one totem.

Now that Lynn has a better method, we'll give it a try, whether it's true or not.

If it's true, the mission can be completed with minimal losses.

If it's fake, even if we miss the opportunity to fight, it's because Lynn's intelligence was wrong. Anyway, our lives are saved.

They're all dark wizards, why are they risking their lives like this!