Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The tide of war, after being repeatedly poured with the blood and flesh of apprentices and servants from both sides, finally showed signs of fatigue.

The sustained high-intensity consumption made it difficult for both the Allied Forces and the Bone Spire to continue.

The apprentices at the Tower of Bones, in particular, have reached a point where they are full of complaints.

Many apprentices have already changed undead guards several times, and some have run out of resources to replenish. If the fighting continues like this, they will all perish here.

Sensing the negative emotions erupting among the apprentices, orders came from the front lines: some rotating troops were to withdraw to rear camps for rest and resupply.

Lynn also received a rotation order, and his "Shadow Seventeen" mission was temporarily suspended.

Perfect opportunity! Take this chance to return to the academy, enter the ranks of a formal wizard, and completely escape the war!

Lynn followed the scattered retreating apprentices back to the relatively safe "Anvil" camp behind the front lines.

The camp was built on a relatively stable demiplane floating island, and was so large that it resembled a menacing war fortress.

Towering skeletal watchtowers, defensive trenches flowing with lava, workshops repairing the undead and bustling markets selling all sorts of war supplies are everywhere.

The air was filled with a pungent odor of sweat, blood, metallic heat, and undead preservatives.

Lynn discreetly blended into the crowd and went to the mission hall to settle the scattered battle merits he had earned during "Wandering Shadows". His contribution points increased again.

190,000 contribution points!

30,000 merit points!

This is an extremely terrifying number. Lynn dares to say that even Ferdinand might not have made as many contributions as he has.

After all, he only had command authority over the standard undead assigned by the academy; the rewards for killing enemies didn't count towards his own rank. The main rewards came from completing war missions.

Instead of spending money at the market, Lynn headed straight for the large interdimensional teleportation plaza in the center of the camp.

Anyway, merit points can be used within the academy, where there are more and better exchangeable resources and undead.

After more than a month on the battlefield, Lynn longed to return to the academy, to Gregor's laboratory.

In that relatively safe and familiar environment, digest what you've gained on the battlefield, break through that final bottleneck, and officially open the new door to the wizarding world!

The square was bustling with noise, crowded with apprentices waiting to return to their respective academies or be transferred to other fronts.

A dozen or so teleportation arrays, large and small, shimmered with different colors of light, with light and shadow constantly moving in and out.

Long queues formed in front of each teleportation array.

The deacons checked the nameplates expressionlessly and guided the apprentices into the formation in batches.

Lynn walked toward the teleportation array queue marked "Bone Spire - Evernight Graveyard".

This is one of the largest, and it has the most people.

He waited for about half an hourglass before it was his turn to go to the front.

The deacon in charge of verification was a middle-aged apprentice with a pale face. He took the Soul Gold Nameplate handed to him by Lynn and pressed it onto a recording bone plate.

When the nameplate information displayed the name "Lynn" and related records such as "under Mentor Gregor," the deacon's eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly.

He raised his lifeless eyes, quickly glanced at Lynn, and then spoke in a slightly faster-than-usual, businesslike tone:

"Third-class apprentice Lynn, the record is correct. The next batch of energy replenishment for the large teleportation array will take another 25 minutes. Please wait in the waiting area over there. Once the energy stabilizes, someone will guide you to your designated batch."

He pointed to an area not far away marked by several bone stakes, where a dozen or so apprentices were standing sparsely, waiting. It did indeed look like a "batch scheduling" arrangement.

Lynn glanced at the several large teleportation arrays that were still crowded with people, frowned slightly, but did not suspect anything.

The scheduling of frontline camps is complex, and it is common for supplies to be delivered in batches. It is always better to arrange things earlier than to wait idly.

He nodded, took the nameplate handed back by the deacon, and walked towards the waiting area.

Just as he turned around, the deacon's hand seemingly casually brushed against an inconspicuous bone fragment at his waist.

A very faint soul fluctuation was transmitted silently, with a brief message: "Target 'Lynn' has been confirmed and is currently in waiting area number three. Requesting activation of the backup teleportation plan."

The news quickly caused a stir.

...

In a secluded tent not far from the teleportation plaza, four third-class apprentices sat together.

The black crystal in the leader's hand had just dimmed.

"Lynn has appeared and is in the waiting area."

"There are too many people and too many eyes there. Large teleportation arrays are supervised by official wizards, so we can't tamper with them there. We must make him voluntarily use the more convenient passage."

A moment later, an order was sent back to the ashen-faced deacon.

The deacon read the instructions expressionlessly, and as soon as the so-called "half an hour" was up, he walked to the waiting area and went straight to Lynn.

"Third-class apprentice Lynn, due to the busy large teleportation array, you are now assigned to take a small fast teleportation array, which will take you directly to the seventh teleportation platform on the outskirts of the academy."

"There are four other trainees in your batch. Send them immediately to reduce waiting time." His tone remained calm, revealing no emotion.

Lynn glanced at the still bustling large teleportation array in the distance, then at the sparsely populated small teleportation array.

Although the small teleportation array can carry fewer people, it is indeed faster and has more accurate coordinates, allowing you to return directly to the vicinity of the academy, saving you the trouble of returning from the public teleportation area.

"Okay." He nodded in agreement.

The deacon led him to a relatively quiet corner at the edge of the plaza, where there was a small teleportation array that could only accommodate five or six people.

Four third-class apprentices were already standing in the formation. When they saw Lynn arrive, they merely glanced at him indifferently before looking away without any intention of exchanging words.

Lynn ignored their indifference, stepped into the reserved space in the formation, and kept his distance from the four.

The deacon began chanting the activation incantation, embedding the magic stone. Spatial energy began to gather, and the array patterns lit up with a familiar gray-white light.

The teleportation process was normal at first, but just as the coordinates were about to be completely locked and the spatial pulling sensation reached its peak, a sudden change occurred!

The four fellow apprentices launched an attack almost simultaneously!

There were no roars, no warnings, only the purest killing intent and lightning-fast movements!

The apprentice on the left was the fastest; he had already activated a pale white, cone-shaped magical artifact in his hand!

This is actually a one-time use, first-level magical artifact!

A bone spike, so fast it was almost invisible, shot straight into Lynn's left chest with a sharp screech and a strong aura of death curse!

This attack was meticulously planned, and its speed and power reached the limit that an apprentice could wield, comparable to a sneak attack from a peak first-level sorcery!

The apprentice on the right was a fraction of a second slower.

A twisted crystal in his hand shattered simultaneously, and a gray [Mind Prison] pointed directly at Lynn's brow!

This is a seal on the very essence of the soul!

It's still a one-time use, first-stage magical artifact!

Using two disposable first-level magical artifacts against a third-level apprentice has already created a deadly situation!