Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After completing the refining process, Lynn returned the Divine Abomination to the Netherworld, shut down the stabilizing array, and put away the twelve rune stones.

Only a pool of black blood and a few golden threads remained on the lab table. He raised his hand and used a magical trick to clean them up.

The laboratory was clean and tidy again, as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, the Soul Crystal nameplate vibrated.

The War Affairs Department sent a message instructing Lynn to settle the mission rewards.

Upon arriving at the office, he found the familiar window, where the butler was waiting for him, with a mission summary and a spatial bag on the table.

"Lord Lynn, the results of the on-site investigation are in." The butler's tone was somewhat subtle.

"What you said is basically true. The god of plague is indeed dead, and the world has indeed been conquered. But..."

He paused, looking at Lynn.

"But what?" Lynn asked.

"But the rules and power of that world were severely damaged. Almost all the rules were taken away, and the power of the world was almost gone. The extraordinary power of the entire world completely disappeared, turning it into a world without magic."

Lynn nodded, his face full of indignation.

"That wretched god of plague! He won't even spare his own world! If I hadn't intervened in time, the entire world would probably have been destroyed!"

"By the way, I killed the Plague God and purified the plague in that world. Was there any extra reward?"

The deacon stared at him incredulously, as if he were looking at someone who had beaten someone into a vegetative state and was now asking about greening subsidies.

He had never seen such a shameless person!

"Your Excellency, do you know what the absence of rules, the extraction of world power, and a world without magic mean?"

"What?"

"That means that world is basically ruined." The butler's tone was somewhat helpless.

"Without rules, without the power of the world, without extraordinary power, that world is just an empty shell."

"As for the reward you mentioned for destroying the plague god and purifying the world..."

"Who do you think we are? We're dark wizards!"

"Our academy has quite a few wizards who practice the plague system. That world is a good training ground for them, and they can also cultivate plague-type undead."

"You've cleansed the plague, leaving behind a desolate world ravaged by the plague but without the plague itself."

"You purified the plague, which is equivalent to destroying a potential plague-related resource point. The academy is already being lenient by not asking you for compensation, yet you want extra rewards?"

"Moreover, that world no longer possesses any extraordinary power, and it would take a lot of time and effort to redevelop and utilize it, so it's basically useless."

"Let me put it this way: you purified the plague in that world, rendering it useless. The academy is already losing money by distributing the full reward; why would you want more?"

After listening to the butler's long-winded rambling, Lynn awkwardly fell silent.

He knew the butler was telling the truth; he had indeed gone too far, squeezing every last drop of value out of that world, leaving nothing behind.

The fact that the academy was able to process the reward normally is already a testament to his completion of the task.

The deacon sighed and pushed the spatial bag in front of Lynn.

"Three hundred thousand magic stones and two million contribution points are your deserved mission rewards, without any deductions."

Lynn took the spatial bag, probed it with his spiritual power, and counted the magic stones. The number was correct.

The contribution points indicated on the nameplate have been credited to your account.

"No problem." Lynn put away the spatial bag and turned to leave.

"Lord Lynn, please wait."

The deacon's voice came from behind, his tone much more formal than before.

Lynn stopped and turned around to look at him with a slightly puzzled expression.

The deacon had already stood up from behind the counter, holding a recording crystal in his hand, his expression changing from helplessness to serious, businesslike demeanor.

"Is there anything else?" Lynn asked.

"Given your extremely high efficiency in completing the task, the academy has assigned you a separate task."

The deacon placed the recording crystal on the table and pushed it over.

"Mandatory quest, already recorded on your Soul Crystal Nameplate."

A mandatory task?!

Lynn frowned slightly.

I haven't received any mandatory missions since I became a full-fledged wizard, so it's a bit strange to suddenly have one now.

He looked down at the soul crystal nameplate at his waist, which was now glowing, its pale blue light flashing like an urging eye.

Lynn reached out and pressed down on the nameplate, probing it with his mental energy.

A piece of information surfaced in my mind.

Mission Objective: Glorious Battlefield - Holy Light Dimension.

Mission objective: Support the front lines and participate in the offensive operations against the Holy Light Plane.

Mission deadline: Obey frontline orders.

Departure time: one month later.

Mandatory Level: Level 1, cannot be refused.

...

Lynn's face instantly darkened.

Glorious Battlefield, Holy Light Dimension!

That was an old battlefield that had been fought for countless years, just like the Endless Abyss. Unlike the smaller worlds he had conquered before, there was no decent resistance.

The Holy Light Plane is not only guarded by a High Priest of Light of the Stigmata level, but legend has it that an Archangel is also stationed there.

That's an existence on par with a True Spirit Wizard; its mere presence on the battlefield is enough to annihilate countless undead.

Most importantly, Holy Light has a natural advantage against the undead!

Therefore, when wizards choose quests, they usually subconsciously avoid quests from the Holy Light plane, but they didn't expect to be forced to take this quest.

Lynn took a deep breath and put the nameplate down.

He looked at the deacon, who was looking at him with an expression that seemed to say, "I can't help it, it's a decision from above."

"This task..." Lynn began.

"Level One Mandatory Mission," the deacon interrupted him.

"You cannot refuse, you cannot postpone, and you cannot transfer your visa. You must depart within one month, or you will be treated as a defector."

Lynn paused for a moment.

Defect?

He knew very well what that word meant in the Spire of Bones.

It's not just being expelled from the academy, it's being hunted down!

No matter which world you escape to, the academy will send people to capture you, extract your soul, refine your spirit, and hang you on the top of the tower as a public spectacle.

"I understand," Lynn said.

The deacon's expression softened somewhat, and he took out a map from under the counter and spread it on the table.

"This is a map showing the distribution of outposts on the front lines of the Holy Light Order. Your teleportation point is here."

He pointed to a red dot marked "Seventh Transfer Station".

"Once you arrive, go to your superior, the Stigmata Wizard Marcus, who will assign you specific tasks."

Lynn looked at the map and memorized the route.

"The map has been transferred to your nameplate. You have one month to prepare." The butler put away the map.

"Prepare well. The Holy Light Plane is not like those small worlds. The Holy Light there has a natural advantage against the undead. Your undead army and death magic will be less effective there. Be careful."

Lynn nodded and turned to leave.