Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After the three formations are set up, a key point is still needed to stabilize the formation.

After a moment's thought, Lynn took the Phase Soul Lamp from his waist.

This lamp has been with him for many years, from his apprenticeship to the present day. It has stored countless souls and witnessed countless battles.

It's no longer enough; Saint-level artifacts require better materials and better crafting techniques.

He didn't have time to collect those things for the time being, so the Soul Lamp was temporarily put on hold.

He hung the soul lamp above the crater as the key point of the formation.

The soul lamp began to glow, and the souls inside sensed the power of death outside. They began to stir, to become excited, and to surge outwards.

That's the taste of freedom!

One by one, the ghosts emerged from the lamp.

Some peeked out halfway, looked around, and then dared to come out completely.

Some couldn't wait to squeeze out and bumped into the ghosts next to them.

Others hovered around the lampposts, as if they hadn't been out for too long and didn't know where to fly.

They drifted in mid-air, some shrieking, some whispering, and some remaining silent.

They are dead, without bodies, without bonds, but they still need a home.

The phase lamps are too small to contain them all. This island is big enough, desolate enough, and dead enough, which is perfect for them.

An old ghost drifted to the edge of the crater in the center of the island and looked down at the dark pit below.

It had been inside the lamp for twenty years and had long forgotten what the outside world looked like.

Now that it's out, what you see is no longer a coffin-like lamp wall, but the sky, the sea, and the wind.

Its soul trembled slightly with excitement.

It spread its arms, letting the power of death permeate its body, feeling that power flowing through its soul, warm and comfortable.

It turned around and drifted to the other side of the island.

Lynn watched the wandering ghosts without stopping them.

These spirits can now freely enter and exit the Soul Lamp, and roam freely on the Island of Death, increasing the island's atmosphere of the dead.

He noticed that several ghosts had spontaneously drifted to the edge of the island, squatted on the rocks, and looked at the distant sea.

They are on guard duty; they don't need orders or commands, their instincts drive them to do so.

After instructing the "Decepticons" to command the group of ghosts, Lynn glanced at them a few more times to make sure there were no problems, then turned and left the center of the island.

He walked to the edge of the island, where the ground was still gray-black.

The undead realm hasn't spread here yet, but it will soon.

He squatted down and pressed his hand against the ground; the soil was soft and there was a slight tremor.

That's the undead space expanding, devouring, and transforming.

The speed was faster than he had expected; several cracks on the island were already seeping black mist outwards.

When the black mist came into contact with the air, it condensed into tiny black crystals, which fell to the ground and made a tinkling sound.

He picked one up and placed it in his palm.

The crystals are hard and cool, with fine lines on their surface; they are a condensation of the power of death.

This thing is useless, but it shows that the island's transformation is accelerating.

If it continues to expand, it will one day become another continent—the continent of death.

...

On the other side of the island, a group of wild goblins were fishing on the beach.

They are not the mainstream race in the goblin world; they are outcasts expelled from the civilized world, without technology, faith, or even a language.

Their ancestors were "exiled" to the Sea of ​​Death, where they awaited their demise.

But some, unwilling to accept their fate, rose up in resistance and stubbornly took root on this island of death.

Their offspring, in order to withstand the harsh environment, also underwent "evolution".

Wild goblins have grayish-green, rough, thick skin that is resistant to pollution.

Their fingers are short and their toes are long, making them well-suited for climbing rocks.

Their eyes are small, with vertical pupils, allowing them to see clearly in the dark.

A goblin pulled a strange fish covered in eyes from the water.

Clearly, every normal creature that can survive here is a contaminated "biochemical fish".

Long-term consumption of this "biochemical fish" can easily lead to physical mutations.

The fish was still struggling when the goblin opened its mouth wide and bit down, juice dripping down its chin.

The goblin next to him reached out to grab it, and the two shoved each other a few times.

The strongest goblin roared, and the others fell silent.

This is their leader, half a head taller than the other goblins, with broader shoulders, and most remarkably, its right arm is extremely thick.

This wasn't innate; rather, it was a benign mutation that occurred after it used the "Bio-Octopus" once, resulting in a significant increase in the strength of its right arm.

The leader chewed on fish, his eyes fixed on the center of the island.

It sensed something was wrong; the air was getting colder, the wind was getting heavier, and something was surging up from underground.

It swallowed the fish in its mouth and let out a short cry.

The goblins stopped what they were doing and pricked up their ears to listen.

They heard footsteps in the distance, not human footsteps, but the cracking sound of bones hitting rocks.

The sound grew closer and more intense, like countless feet stomping on the ground at the same time.

The goblins began to retreat towards the sea.

Some climbed onto the rocks, some jumped into the water, and some lay on the beach, covering themselves with sand.

The leader stood at the very front, facing directly towards the center of the island.

It...saw it.

The first thing to appear was a skeleton.

The skeleton was grayish-white, and eerie green flames burned in its eye sockets.

It emerged from the woods, its steps stiff, the bones in its joints cracking with each step.

It was followed by a second, a third, a fourth...

More and more, densely packed, poured out of the woods in the center of the island, like a gray-white river.

They didn't look at the wild goblins, but just walked mechanically, from east to west, from south to north.

They don't need to look; they're not there to hunt, they're on patrol.

The goblins began to tremble, driven by a primal fear.

The leader was trembling, but it did not retreat.

This is their home, surrounded by the ocean on all sides, so where can they retreat to?

It stood there, watching the skeletons walk past it.

A skeleton passed by it, less than three meters away.

The leader could see the cracks in its ribs, the scratches on its arms, and the flickering flame in its eye sockets.

The skeleton didn't look at it, it just walked away.

The leader breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt dizzy and his body went limp.

It felt pain; its entire body ached, as if it were on fire.

It looked down at its hand, where a black spot had quickly appeared on the back of its hand, and the skin was ulcerating.

The skin begins to thin, become brittle, and crack, revealing the flesh underneath.

The meat was gray and had no blood.

It looked at its feet again; the toenails on its toes had fallen off, and its toes were turning black, like charred charcoal.

It touched its face; the skin on its face was peeling off, piece by piece, like peeling paint off a wall.

It tried to call out, but no sound came out of its throat.

Its throat was rotten.

The leader fell to the ground, his body twitched a few times, and then he lay still.

In the last second of its life, it saw a colossal skeletal dragon that blotted out the sky, flapping its wings and circling in the heavens.

The other goblins also fell one by one, some lying in the water, some hanging on the rocks, and some curled up on the beach.

Their corpses lay there, their skin continuing to fester and their muscles continuing to dissolve, but their bones did not break apart.

The power of death seeped into the bones, etching fine lines on them.

And they will be reborn from death.