Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Just as Lynn finished analyzing the situation, the evil spirit pounced on him.

It can't wait any longer; it must absorb growth quickly before the "remodeling" state ends, or it will miss the best growth stage!

Countless distorted faces emerged from the fog, their mouths agape as they lunged at Lynn.

Those faces were filled with pain and resentment, and their eyes were filled with blood and tears.

Lynn observed the evil spirit's form with interest, then took a step back and raised his hand to unleash a soul shockwave.

He wanted to test the strength of this forcibly enhanced evil spirit.

The soul impact was quite powerful; the evil spirit's misty body trembled violently, and the faces that had peeked out screamed as they retreated back into the mist.

But soon, more faces emerged, and the fog returned to normal.

The evil spirit attacked again.

Lynn didn't take the hit head-on. He teleported fifty meters away and raised his right hand, condensing spatial power into a blade, which he then slashed at the evil spirit.

The blade of space sliced ​​through the mist, creating a gash in the mist and a crack in space. But the evil spirit's body dissipated and reformed like the thick fog, and the wounds healed quickly.

Clearly, this evil spirit wasn't as weak as Lynn had imagined; at least it had a decent grasp of its own power.

The evil spirit let out a mocking roar, and the fog expanded, surging towards Lynn.

Lynn teleported again, appearing in another direction.

With a wave of his left hand, the death energy transformed into dozens of black chains, binding the evil spirit's misty body.

The chains tightened, slightly deforming the evil spirit, but it suddenly swelled and grew larger, causing the chains to break completely.

The broken chain fragments were swallowed up by the fog before they even hit the ground.

The evil spirit is moving even faster.

Instead of attacking directly, it split into multiple clones, surrounding Lynn from all directions.

Dozens of evil spirits formed from condensed mist rushed at the same time, each with countless mouths agape.

Lynn stood still, his mental energy fully activated.

The soul impact spread outwards in a ring, and the clones that collided with the shockwave exploded one by one, turning into mist and dissipating.

But the real body took this opportunity to pounce on him from behind.

Countless faces emerged from the mist, lunging at Lynn's back.

Lynn did not turn around.

Star power descended from the sky, transforming into a silver beam that struck the evil spirit.

The evil spirit's misty form instantly froze, as if it had been frozen in place. The protruding faces were suspended in mid-air, mouths agape, yet unable to bite down.

"really."

Lynn turned around and looked at the evil spirit suppressed by the star power.

This thing has some resistance to soul attacks, is basically ineffective against physical attacks, and can even absorb energy attacks.

But the power of the stars is different; it is the purest primordial power, not belonging to the energy system of this world, and cannot be absorbed by it.

The evil spirit struggled frantically, its misty body trembling violently, trying to break free from the suppression of the star power, but the more it struggled, the tighter the star power pressed down.

Lynn approached it and raised his hand.

The death energy transformed into finer chains, piercing directly into the depths of the evil spirit's misty body, in search of its core.

The evil spirit let out a mournful howl.

Those faces contorted even more, their eyes filled with pleading.

Some were crying, some were begging for mercy, some were cursing, and some were screaming.

Lynn remained unmoved.

The chains continued to penetrate deeper, finally touching a hard core.

He clenched his fingers, the chain tightened suddenly, wrapped around the core, and pulled it outward with force.

The evil spirit's roar turned into a scream.

The faces burst open one by one, the mist churned violently, and the entire fog trembled.

However, it could not break free from the suppression of the star power and could only watch helplessly as its core was dragged out little by little.

When the fist-sized black soul core, formed from countless resentments, completely detached from the mist body, the evil spirit's body instantly collapsed.

As the fog dissipated, those faces, those limbs, those eyes, all vanished into nothingness.

Only a black soul core remained, bound by death chains, suspended in mid-air.

Lynn reached out and took the soul core.

The soul core was still pulsating, and the wails of countless souls could be faintly heard inside. Those souls that had been devoured had not been fully digested and were still trapped inside.

The evil spirit did not die; it remained at the core and could "reshape" its body given the right opportunity.

"We'll study it more carefully when we get back."

Lynn placed the Soul Core into a specially made sealed box and put it into the ring.

This thing increases its strength very quickly, has good control over its power, and also possesses a certain degree of rationality.

If mass production is possible, then our own army can gain another batch of fierce generals.

Lynn looked up and glanced around.

The war was basically over, and the entire royal city had no decent resistance force.

I glanced around the palace; it was completely deserted, and I had no idea where the royal family and nobles had gone.

Lynn didn't care. They were just a few deserters. The world was about to fall, and they couldn't cause any trouble.

Ignoring everything else, Lynn sat directly on the top of the highest clock tower in the palace, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes to concentrate.

Below, the royal city is still burning.

The firelight illuminated most of the sky, and thick smoke billowed upwards, blocked by the star barrier, spreading into a layer of gray-black clouds in the sky.

The screams had become sparse, replaced by the sounds of wind and the crackling of flames engulfing the buildings.

He ignored them.

Now that the world has been largely pacified, it's time to reap the greatest rewards.

Lynn's consciousness continued to rise, sinking into the deepest part of this world.

It was a hazy, gray space, with no sky or earth, only countless faint ribbons of light drifting in the void.

Each band of light represents a rule, the operating principle of this world, and the core of the world's will.

Lynn's mental energy transformed into countless tentacles, reaching out towards those bands of light.

Upon contact, a powerful repulsive force surged forth.

The world's will is still resisting.

Although it was already much weaker.

The rampage of the undead outside and the mass deaths of the indigenous people are weakening its foundation.

But even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; it still exists and is still desperately guarding its last territory.

The bands of light trembled violently, desperately trying to hide away, unwilling to be captured.

Lynn was not in a hurry.

He controlled his mental energy, slowly and deliberately following the bands of light.

Each time a band of light was caught, he would separate a strand of his spiritual power to wrap around it, slowly guiding and pulling it outwards.

A pale blue band of light was entangled.

It struggled and twisted wildly in the void, trying to break free.

Lynn's mental energy tightened its grip, pulling it outward little by little.

A cyan light was drawn out from the depths of the world, passing through the hazy gray space, and drifting toward Lynn's physical body.

Halfway through its journey, the light band began to distort.

It is contracting, it is condensing, gradually transforming from a wispy band of light into something more solid.

Chains of rules!

The chains were pale blue, strung together by countless tiny, regular runes, each one pulsating and emitting a faint glow.

This is a... natural rule.