Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After reviewing the blueprint of the rules for the Holy Mark, Lynn did not hesitate and immediately prepared to go to the goblin world to advance.

The academy's teleportation area was bustling with activity, with wizards and apprentices coming and going; some had just returned, while others were about to set off.

The teleportation arrays in the goblin world are not regular teleportation points set up by the academy, and most of them cannot be used for teleportation.

Lynn walked to the single-person teleportation array in the corner, where there was a window specifically for formal wizards.

Behind the window sat a first-ring wizard, who looked to be in his early thirties, reading a very thick book.

Lynn tapped the table.

The first-ring wizard looked up, saw the badge on Lynn's chest, paused for a moment, then quickly stood up and bowed.

"Sir, do you wish to teleport?"

Lynn took a crystal from the ring and handed it to the wizard.

The crystal contains the coordinates of the teleportation array in the goblin world, which he set up when he left, all for this day.

The first-ring wizard took the crystal and inserted it into the slot on the control panel.

A string of data popped up on the screen. He glanced at it, then at Lynn, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

"Sir, these coordinates are not in the academy's teleportation network and need to be recalibrated."

"I know."

The first-ring wizard hesitated for a moment.

"Sir, calibrating coordinates takes time and is expensive..."

"Five hundred magic stones."

Lynn counted out five hundred magic stones from his ring and placed them on the table.

It's safer to have a professional, licensed wizard handle this kind of teleportation that requires redrawing the teleportation coordinates. It's more expensive, but it's much safer.

There's no need to create a permanent teleportation array yourself.

After advancing to the Saint Mark, the Goblin World becomes your own Saint Mark Domain, which you can carry with you and no longer need to use a teleportation array.

The wizard glanced at the magic stones, then, without further hesitation, turned and walked to the control panel to begin debugging.

First, the coordinates were calibrated, then the energy frequency was adjusted, and then the connection stability was tested. The whole process took almost half an hour.

There were two errors during the process, with the coordinates deviating by 0.03 degrees, so he readjusted them.

Lynn stood by and watched without urging him.

These things can't be rushed; a slight mistake could send you to the void.

After about half an hour of sand time, the teleportation array lit up.

The wizard wiped the sweat from his brow, turned, and bowed to Lynn.

"My lord, the teleportation array is ready and can be activated."

Lynn stepped onto the teleportation array and stood still.

The white light engulfed his figure.

My vision blurred for a moment, then cleared again.

He stood in a dimly lit cave, with a teleportation array covered in runes beneath his feet.

A dark figure stood beside the teleportation array, holding a scythe and kneeling on one knee.

Kayn!

Behind Kayn stood a tall figure, entirely gray-white with golden markings, and dark purple mist swirling around his chest.

Berserker!

Lynn stepped off the teleportation array, his gaze sweeping over the two undead.

Kayn's aura grew stronger, rising from peak level 5 to early level 6, advancing to Nightmare level.

The Berserker underwent an even greater change, also advancing to level 6 Nightmare.

The demonic aura emanating from it was almost imperceptible, and the aura of the undead had also become very faint, replaced by an indescribable feeling.

Holy?

No, it's pure.

It's not the kind of purity that comes from holy light; it's the kind of purity that comes from battle.

The aura emanating from the Berserker is pure, unadulterated fighting spirit.

It stood there like a drawn sword, exuding no murderous intent, only sharpness.

Lynn looked at Berserker and nodded.

"good."

The Berserker didn't speak, but simply bowed his head and gave a salute.

Kayn spoke.

"Master, a lot has happened in the goblin world in the past two years."

"Nowadays, the goblins' faith in the Supreme God has expanded, and every city has a church dedicated to the Supreme God N'Zoth. Apart from those stubborn materialists, the entire population basically believes in God."

"The emperor is dead, and Archbishop Augustus of the Church of the Supreme God has become the de facto ruler."

"The Goblin Emperor is dead?" Lynn raised an eyebrow.

Kayn nodded.

He died of natural causes and passed the throne to his son before his death, but the new emperor had no real power; military and political power were in the hands of Augustus.

"Augustus ruled the goblin world in the name of the Church of the Supreme God, and all policies were labeled as 'divine pronouncements.' The emperor was merely a figurehead."

Lynn was somewhat speechless.

Augustus knew that the retired old judge, the archbishop personally chosen by the emperor, was valued for his integrity and uprightness.

But the current developments are far too dramatic.

Two and a half years after he left, the emperor died and Augustus came to power.

This means that the goblin world has become a world of "theocracy," and the Church of the Supreme God has completely taken control of the goblin world.

And he... is the supreme god.

Now he doesn't need to show his face or speak; he only needs to exist.

The power of faith will naturally flow to him, and the "All Things" clone will transform this power of faith into strength.

The final piece of the puzzle for the Path of the Holy Mark is in place.

Lynn walked out of the cave and stood at the entrance.

Outside, the sky was a grayish-yellow, with no sun, no clouds, only a layer of grayish-yellow fog.

That was atmospheric change before the meteorite impact, less than two years before the meteorite fell.

Lynn's mental energy spread outwards, capturing countless tiny golden threads drifting in from all directions.

The threads were very fine and light, but there were so many of them that they were impossible to count. Each thread represented a believer's prayer, a goblin's fear, or a life's despair.

They drifted in from various cities, from various villages, and from the hearts of various goblins.

They hovered outside the cave like a swarm of bees that couldn't find their nest.

They are looking for Lynn, and for the supreme god N'Zoth!

Lynn didn't let them in; his mental energy formed a barrier at the cave entrance.

The golden threads were blocked and couldn't get in. They swirled outside the cave, accumulating more and more, until they finally turned into a golden cloud.

He raised his right hand, and all things emerged from behind him.

Its eyes were closed, its face was cold and hard, like a stone sculpture.

He resembled Lynn in seven ways, but was colder and harder, and his eyes had no pupils, only two slowly swirling dark purple mists.

"Go, from now on you are the supreme god—N'Zoth!" Lynn said.

All things opened their eyes and emerged from the cave.

It stood at the cave entrance, arms outstretched, and dark purple mist surged from its body, like a giant net, covering the golden cloud.

The golden threads were enveloped by the mist, pulled closer, compressed, and swallowed into the body of Wanxiang.

Wanxiang's body began to glow, the dark purple mist grew thicker, and the golden light became brighter.

The two lights mixed together to form a special color, neither purple nor gold, but grayish-white.

Like the sky before dawn.

The atmosphere of everything is also rising steadily.

The peak of the Third Ring Road has been reached, but it is still rising.

It's not that we lack energy, it's that we lack the right opportunity.

The opportunity to advance to the next level of Stigmata!