Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Having dealt with the extraordinary beings in the goblin world, Lynn stood up from the stone platform, his gaze falling towards the north of the goblin world, preparing to find a "gathering place" for his undead.

There is an area there that the goblins call the "Land of Death," the place with the most chaotic magnetic field and the most severe pollution on the entire planet.

There is a strange attraction there that slowly draws in all the filth of the world.

Industrial waste, heavy metal toxins, and chemical residues all accumulate there through the air and ocean.

Hmm... just like the "belly button" of the world.

This is the "Natural Purification" system created by the original "World Will" in an attempt to save the environment of the goblin world.

If the goblin world weren't so severely polluted, with the amount of waste gas and materials produced far exceeding the absorption rate of the "Land of the Dead," the goblin world's environment would be much better.

Centuries of accumulation have rendered that land barren, unable to grow even the most resilient wild grasses.

The goblins avoided it like the plague, and even airships refused to pass through the area.

That was exactly where Lynn needed to be.

He stepped forward, his figure merging into the void.

The next moment, he was already standing on that desolate coastline.

Beneath our feet lay black gravel, mixed with shards of glass and rusty iron pieces.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of chemicals, and in the distance lay the rusted skeleton of an abandoned factory, like the remains of a giant beast that had been left for decades.

The sea here is black, like ordinary oil, and the waves crashing against the shore create black foam.

Lynn's mental energy spread outwards and quickly locked onto a large island in the near sea.

The island spans dozens of miles and has a rugged terrain. In the center stands a low volcano, whose crater has long since been extinguished and is now filled with rainwater and garbage.

This island is the central core of the land of death, from which all the filth seeps out, and some of it settles.

Lynn flew up to the island and landed over the crater in the center of the island.

He raised his right hand, and his spiritual power transformed into countless fine threads, probing deep into the earth.

The rock strata are stable, the groundwater is depleted, and there are no signs of an active volcano.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of humus, not rotting plants, but industrial dust and chemical residues.

The island is dead, just like those abandoned factories.

Although this place is unsuitable for living beings, it is extremely suitable for the dead.

The undead are not afraid of filth, pollution, and toxins; they might even catalyze the creation of some new type of undead.

Lynn didn't rush to make a move. He first flew around the island, preparing to "adapt to local conditions" and use the terrain to set up his formation.

The island is shaped like a turtle, with steep slopes on the north side, gentle slopes on the south side, a rocky beach on the east side, and a deep rift valley on the west side.

Ocean currents create whirlpools at the rift valley, carrying garbage and oil slicks from the sea surface into the island.

This is a natural drainage outlet, and also a good passage for the dead to enter and exit.

He paused above the rift, where the death energy was most concentrated, almost solidified.

If a watchtower could be built here, the entire sea area could be monitored.

Lynn noted the location and continued flying.

After circling around once, Lynn had a clear idea of ​​what to expect.

Hmm...it still needs some minor modifications.

He began to set up his formation.

The first layer is the Spirit Gathering Array.

He inscribed thirty-six runes, using the energy of the earth's veins to draw in all the death energy within a hundred miles.

The gray-black fog surged in from all directions, like black snakes, burrowing into the soil of the island.

The air became colder and heavier, and I could feel something blocking my throat when I breathed.

He then carved seventy-two runes to fix the entrance to the Netherworld in the center of the island.

The Necromancer's Space was the demiplane he used to store the undead before he ascended to the Stigmata level; now he has a portable Stigmata Domain.

Rather than letting it go to waste, it's better to integrate it into this world.

The space of the dead began to expand, like ink being poured into clear water. The blackness spread from the center of the island outwards, and the entire island expanded outwards at a visible speed.

In the center of the island, the ground changes from grayish-black to pure black, like charred leather.

The second layer is a defensive formation.

Lynn carved sixty-four defensive runes along the edge of the island, encircling the entire island.

Once the rune was activated, a semi-transparent gray barrier rose from the ground, like an inverted bowl, covering the entire island.

Inside the barrier, the death energy is locked and cannot escape; outside the barrier, any intruder will trigger an alarm.

He added another layer of attack array inside the barrier, with thirty-six runes, each capable of firing a death ray that automatically locks onto the target.

In the future, we will inevitably have to fight against others, and these magic arrays can also play a role after being introduced into the goblin world.

The third layer is the Soul Nourishing Array.

Lynn took out pieces of materials from his ring: Styx Crystal, Styx Sedimentary Rock, Styx Iron Ore, Wraith Crystal, Leyline Marrow, Death Essence, Shadow Stone...

These materials were basically surpluses he had collected while stationed at the Soul-Sinking Outpost, and now they could be used to modify the environment.

He buried the Styx crystal at the very center node. Upon contact with the power of death, the crystal immediately began to emit a grayish-white light.

They then buried Styx sedimentary rocks and Styx iron ore alternately along the island's energy loop, one piece every ten meters.

The order in which materials are buried is important. Styx sedimentary rocks are highly efficient at absorbing impurities and should be buried in the most polluted areas.

Lynn stepped onto the rocky beach to the south, where the water was black and the oil slick was as thick as porridge.

He embedded pieces of Styx sedimentary rock into the cracks in the stone and activated them with his mental power.

The rocks began to absorb the toxins around them, and the black oil slicks faded at a visible rate, turning from thick porridge into thin soup, and from thin soup into clear water.

Stones were exposed from the bottom of the water; the stones were grayish-white and clean.

He then turned to the rift valley to the west, where there was a natural sewage outlet through which seawater poured in, carrying large amounts of garbage and waste.

Lynn carved grooves into the rock walls on both sides of the rift, embedding the ley lines marrow and the essence of death within them.

Bone marrow is a yellowish-brown solid, while the essence of death is a grayish-white liquid. When the two come into contact, they react, releasing a warm current that blows garbage and waste away from the water's surface.

Shadowstones are used on the outer perimeter of islands.

Lynn buried a shadow stone every twenty meters along the edge of the island.

These stones absorb light, making the island appear as an ordinary dark shadow from a distance.

When the airship passes overhead, all you'll see is a blurry black expanse; you won't notice the island below.

After all the materials were buried, Lynn returned to the crater and checked the operation of the formation.

The power of death began to circulate within the array, becoming purer as it flowed through the Styx sedimentary rocks, warming as it flowed through the earth's vein marrow, intensifying as it flowed through the essence of death, and darkening as it flowed through the Shadow Stone.

The air began to distort; the power of death was so intense that even light was refracted.

The formation was operating more smoothly than expected, with each node functioning stably and the energy flow path unobstructed.

Lynn nodded. He would keep this island; it would become an important base for his undead legion in the future.