Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn continued walking forward, browsing the remaining stalls, and bought a few more materials related to Holy Light.

The price of Holy Light here is much cheaper than in the academy, so I'll buy it first and think about it later.

He didn't encounter any more vendors trying to rip him off; perhaps they all behaved themselves after seeing the badge on his chest.

After browsing around, Lynn bought two more six-winged angel corpses and thirteen four-winged angel corpses, as well as eighteen scattered angel souls.

The prices were cheaper than at the supply depot, but the quality varied greatly. Some corpses were poorly preserved, some were missing feathers from their wings, and some had cracks in their armor.

Lynn wasn't picky; she'd take anything that was usable.

When it got dark, Lynn returned to the camp.

The encampment was located on an open space behind the city wall, where a large number of simple tents had been set up. Lynn chose an empty tent and went inside.

The tent is not very spacious; it can only fit a bed and a table, but that's enough for a temporary place to stay.

Lynn pulled the tent flap shut, took all the angel corpses and souls out of the ring, and piled them outside the tent.

Ten six-winged angel corpses.

Fifty-nine four-winged angel corpses.

Ten six-winged angel souls.

Fifty-nine four-winged angel souls.

The corpses were piled up like a small mountain, and bottles of souls were scattered all over the ground.

Lynn sat in the tent, looking at the corpses and souls, and began to make plans in his mind.

Needless to say, ten six-winged beings could be transformed into ten fallen angels.

Fifty-nine four-winged beings—are they destined to be transformed into Holy Light Fallen Angels or withered angels?

To be honest, he was not satisfied with either of them.

The Holy Light Fallen Angel is much stronger than the Bone Angel, and is also more handsome and stylish.

However, its form was extremely unstable; before the angel legion even began to fight, it collapsed.

Let's revise it again.

He picked up a bottle of six-winged angel souls, held it in his palm, and probed into it with his spiritual power.

The golden soul is pure, like a solidified ball of light.

It lay quietly in the bottle, without struggling or resisting.

Lynn put down the bottle, then picked up the corpse of a six-winged angel and pressed his hand to its chest.

The skin is still elastic, the muscles are not stiff, and the bones are not brittle.

It's very well preserved; it must have been sealed away shortly after its death.

Lynn started working.

He took out the earliest fallen angel that had been forged and had it stand beside him as an assistant.

After a fallen angel is transformed into an undead, its soul returns to its body. Although it loses its self, it retains basic rationality.

Lynn had it do tasks like handing over tools, moving corpses, and carrying soul bottles, and it did them all.

Lynn spent three hourglasses to get the first six-winged angel.

He used his mental power to create a dual-energy space inside the corpse, dug a hole next to the core of holy light, and poured the power of the undead into the hole.

The two energies began to confront each other, like two armies facing off. He used his mental power to harmonize them, allowing them to slowly come into contact and merge.

This process is slow; you can't rush it, or you'll explode.

Three hourglasses later, the first fallen angel opened his eyes.

Lynn used his mental power to probe into its sea of ​​consciousness.

The soul remains, harmonized by runes, with holy light and death coexisting within it.

Stable, without conflict.

"Stand over there," Lynn said.

The fallen angel walked to the side, stood still, and folded his wings.

Lynn started working on the second one.

This time it was much faster, in two and a half hourglasses.

The third one is when there are two hourglasses.

The fourth, one and a half hourglasses.

Once you're skilled and have mastered the rhythm, your speed will increase.

Lynn trained ten six-winged creatures for a whole day.

Finally, together with the original two, a total of twelve fallen angels stood behind him, lined up like a troop of soldiers awaiting inspection.

After refining his six wings, Lynn rested for half a day, then climbed the city wall and gazed at the golden pillar of light in the distance.

When you get closer, you can see that countless tiny "holy light runes" seem to be floating on the pillar of light.

It must also be composed of the rules of holy light, but unfortunately it is too far away, and the holy light obscures the appearance of the runes themselves.

If one could observe it up close, one would likely be able to comprehend the rules of the holy light of this realm even faster.

Half a day later, Lynn continued working.

Fifty-nine four-winged angels.

He no longer wanted to refine the Holy Light Fallen Ones; those aberrant variants were unstable and could self-destruct at any moment.

The skeletal angels are even worse, being completely different from the angelic legions.

He wanted something better.

The best would be a fallen angel, but four-winged angels are not strong enough to withstand the fusion of two energies.

He needs to find a new approach.

Lynn sat at the tent entrance, staring at the corpses of the four-winged angels, thinking for a long time, while the analysis panel continued to analyze.

Finally, he picked up the corpse of a four-winged angel and began to refine it.

It's not about becoming a Holy Light Fallen One, it's about becoming something else entirely.

He used his mental power to create a dual-energy space inside the corpse, but this time it wasn't about letting holy light and death coexist, but about letting holy light devour death.

He infused the power of the undead into the core of holy light, allowing the core to digest the power of the undead and transform it into a new energy.

That energy was neither holy light nor death, but a gray energy somewhere in between.

The corpse began to change.

The skin changed from white to gray, the armor from gold to silver, and the wings from white to gray.

The feathers didn't fall out, but their color changed, as if they had been dyed with ink or faded by sunlight.

Its eyes opened, the pupils were gray and devoid of light, like two gray stones.

Lynn used his mental power to probe into its sea of ​​consciousness.

The soul is still there, but it has been eroded by gray energy and has lost most of its consciousness.

It can execute commands, but only the simplest ones.

Its aura was at the peak of the Calamity level, not breaking through to the Heavenly Calamity level, but it was much more stable than the Holy Light Fallen Envoy.

There is no energy conflict, no risk of going out of control, and it will not self-destruct.

Lynn named it "Greywing".

[Target: Gray Wing Envoy]

[Rank]: Peak of Calamity Level

【Core Components】: Based on the remains of a four-winged angel, driven by gray energy (a product of the neutralization of holy light and death), the soul is eroded by gray energy, and consciousness is almost blank.

【characteristic】:

1. Gray Breath: Spews out gray mist that does no elemental damage, but can erode energy shields and rune structures.

2. Energy Neutralization: Gray energy has a slight resistance to Holy Light and Death, but no special defense against other attributes.

3. Silent Flight: The wings flap silently, and the flight path is smooth, making it suitable for stealth and ambushes.

4. Combat Instinct: ...

[Potential]: Low. Gray energy is stable, but there is no room for growth.

...

Lynn spent two days transforming all fifty-nine four-winged angels into Graywing Warriors.

Fifty-nine gray figures stood before him, arranged in five rows, wings folded, expressionless and devoid of any emotion.

Having lost the ability to release Holy Light, they are weaker than the Holy Light Fallen, but more stable.

Moreover, it has considerable resistance to Holy Light, so being able to fight steadily is enough.

An army of angels has finally taken shape.

Twelve Fallen Angels at the peak of the Cataclysmic level, fifty-nine Gray Winged Envoys at the peak of the Calamity level, three Holy Light Fallen Envoys at the peak of the Calamity level, and four Bone Angels at the mid-level of the Calamity level.

This power is enough to sweep across a small world.

After collecting all the spirits, Lynn stood up and walked out of the tent.

He glanced at the golden pillar of light in the distance, then at the city wall, and finally stepped into the empty area between the first and second lines of defense.

It's time to carry out the mission.