Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

When the white light from the teleportation array faded, Lynn was already standing in the familiar teleportation area of ​​the Bone Spire.

The apprentice on duty looked up sharply upon hearing the noise, and quickly stood up and bowed when he saw who it was.

"Good day, my lord."

Lynn nodded and walked straight out of the teleportation hall.

Along the way, they encountered several apprentices and low-ranking wizards, who all stepped aside to make way and bowed their heads in respect.

A third-ring wizard is already at the level of a major instructor in their respective discipline, and is more powerful than many apprentices' instructors, so naturally they have to adopt a humble attitude.

But Lynn's attention wasn't on these people; he was sensing the thin layer of golden mist within his body.

Because Lynn did not accept them, those powers of faith never found an "anchor" and wandered aimlessly within his body.

Now they are like countless tiny threads, wrapped around the surface of his soul.

They are light and faint, but they do exist.

He could sense the source of each thread—a goblin praying, a believer chanting the name of "N'Zoth, the Supreme God," a desperate soul pleading for his help.

But it's no longer increasing.

The distance is too great; the goblin world and the wizarding world are separated by an endless void, and the power of faith cannot yet bridge that vast distance.

What he has now is just the residue accumulated in the past.

Lynn snapped out of her daze and quickened her pace back to her laboratory.

The laboratory door closed behind him, and Lynn stood in the center of the room, looking around. Everything was exactly the same as when he left.

He sat down at the table, closed his eyes, and focused his inner vision on the golden threads within his body.

The power of faith.

Faith is toxic; it can make people stronger, but at the cost of binding oneself to a single world.

The more believers there are, the deeper the bond becomes, until in the end, the divine and the world can no longer be distinguished.

Lynn opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

He couldn't possibly absorb these things.

His path is the way of the wizard, the path of all things, the integration of three thousand rules into his physical body, above the holy marks, the realm of the true spirit.

To confine yourself to a small world and become a local tyrant? That's the stupidest way to die.

But we can't just leave it unattended.

These forces of faith have already entangled his soul. If left unchecked, they will slowly seep in, seeking anchors and attempting to condense a divine essence within him. By then, it will be difficult to detach them.

Lynn stood up, walked to the worktable, and took an empty crystal bottle from the shelf. Then she took out a set of carving knives from her ring and began to carve runes on the bottle.

The sealing runes are nested in three layers: one layer isolates energy leakage, one layer suppresses internal fluctuations, and one layer prevents external damage.

Half an hour later, the runes were engraved.

The bottle is covered with dense patterns that gleam faintly silver under the light.

Lynn placed the bottle on the table, sat down again, and closed his eyes to concentrate.

He probed his body with his spiritual power, cautiously approaching the golden threads.

The power of faith is very sensitive. When it senses an external force, it immediately becomes active, like a swarm of startled insects, scurrying about in all directions.

Lynn didn't rush. He slowly wrapped a thin thread with his mental power and gently pulled it outward.

The fine threads were drawn from the surface of the soul and floated inside.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth... Lynn patiently pulled them out one by one, and drew them out one by one.

The fine golden threads gathered within his body, gradually condensing into a golden sphere of mist.

A golden mist floated at his chest, slowly rotating and radiating a warm aura.

Lynn opened his eyes and used his mental power to force the mist ball out of his body and direct it toward the crystal bottle on the table.

Golden mist drifted in, swirling and condensing inside the crystal ball, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Just when Lynn thought everything was going well, the runes on the surface of the crystal ball suddenly began to flash, and a crack spread from the bottom upwards.

The crack then expanded to cover the entire sphere before it exploded with a deafening roar, unleashing the power of faith and creating a golden whirlwind in the laboratory.

The whirlwind swirled and merged back into Lynn's body.

Storage failed.

Lynn tapped her fingers lightly on the table.

Ordinary containers are insufficient to store "power of faith," so other methods need to be considered.

The small amount of faith power we have now is no big deal; we can just give it up. In the future, as the faith in the goblin world grows stronger, the amount of faith power generated will also be enormous.

If all of them were absorbed, a "God-King" could be created.

That is, a Saint Mark-level existence.

If we don't keep any of it and distribute it all to the various "deities," wouldn't that be too wasteful?

While this will generate a large number of level 5 and level 6 characters, it will be difficult to reach the level of Stigmata.

His "domain" needs a "stabilizing force" to maintain the operation of the small world and serve as a top-tier combat force to defend against enemies.

If there were a "container" specifically for storing the power of faith, and capable of converting that power into combat strength...

for example...

Clone!

An avatar specifically designed to carry the power of faith.

Thinking of this, Lynn sat up straight and took out the witchcraft materials collected in the skeletal remains repository from the "Memory Library".

There aren't many spells for creating clones, and most of them are useless.

The most common type requires cutting off fragments of one's own soul and injecting them into the clone; the clone's strength depends on the size of the fragments.

If the cut is too large, the main body will be damaged; if the cut is too small, the clones will be too weak.

Moreover, the control range of the clone is limited; if it goes too far away, it will lose contact.

Most importantly, cutting off the soul will leave permanent damage!

Lynn pondered for a moment.

Severing the soul? Impossible.

Why go through all that trouble to pursue the path of "physical sanctification" if not to preserve one's physical body, let alone the more important soul?

Whether it's his soul or his body, he wants to keep them intact, since they are both his "original parts," and it's best not to cut them up casually.

In any case, all I need is a container to store the power of faith, and in the later stages, I will be equivalent to a "guardian of a small world" or "the Heavenly Dao".

He doesn't need to have a high level of spirituality, nor does he need to go out and do anything. He can just stay in the small world and be a "tool" to keep the world running.

He continued scrolling down.

Another method uses external objects as carriers.

It does not require the soul to be severed, but the strength of the clone depends on the quality of the vessel, and it is extremely clumsy to control, basically only able to execute the simplest commands.

The third type is elemental condensation.

A temporary clone is created by condensing pure elemental energy; it has a short duration and no potential for growth.

It's fine for fighting, but for storing faith power? Don't even think about it.

The fourth type is bloodline splitting.

You can cultivate a clone using your own blood. The clone is connected to the original body by blood and can be controlled from a distance. However, it requires a continuous supply of blood and the clone grows very slowly.

Even if you raise it for hundreds of years, it might still be a worthless nobody.

Lynn finished reading all the documents, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes in deep thought.

Existing clone magic has flaws; it either requires severing the soul, is too clumsy to control, or grows too slowly.

What he needs is an avatar that doesn't require the soul to be severed, can grow autonomously, can store faith power, and can convert faith power into combat power when he needs it.

This thing doesn't exist in existing witchcraft.

If you don't have one, make one yourself!