Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Deep within the Eternal Night Graveyard, three figures floated in mid-air in a triangle formation, representing the three sacred marks that sealed off the space.

The owner of the Fear Mark was a gaunt old man.

His face was mostly obscured by a gray-black mist, revealing only a pair of dead fish-like eyes.

He rarely left the depths of the Eternal Night Graveyard; the last time he made a move was eighty years ago.

That time, it was because an outsider, a Saint Mark Wizard, infiltrated the academy to steal information. He, along with Shadow and Ice, joined forces and subdued the man within three moves.

The owner of the Shadow Stigmata is a slender woman whose features are indistinct.

She stood in the shadows, where no light could reach her. Her face, body, and clothes were all shrouded in shadow, and only a human shape could be seen.

Her voice came from the shadows, hoarse and dry.

"The space is locked; he can't escape."

The owner of the Ice Saint Mark was a tall man with white hair, white eyebrows, and even white eyelashes.

He was wearing a long white robe, the edges of which were frosted.

His hands were tucked into his sleeves, and his eyes were fixed on Lynn's direction.

"It's just a newly acquired Sacred Mark. Is it worth us all joining forces? Those lazy bums in the academy are getting bolder and bolder."

The gaunt old man remained silent.

They received the message from above and were dispatched immediately.

The academy received a report that a wizard who returned from X-882 may have been possessed by the natives.

The report was very detailed. It stated that when that person teleported from X-779, the energy consumed was more than twice the normal value, and the mental field was abnormally large, completely exceeding the scope of a third-circle wizard.

Upon receiving the report, the Department of War Affairs immediately reported it to higher authorities, who decided to send Fear, Shadow, and Ice to apprehend the suspect.

If he wasn't possessed and was simply promoted normally, then take him to the Hall of Truth for an examination.

If he has truly been possessed, subdue him on the spot without damaging the academy.

Three holy marks pressed down from the sky.

With the space locked, a bewildered Lynn let his imagination run wild.

This is very unusual. He doesn't think he's done anything wrong, so why would the academy target him?

Could it be... that he sensed something was wrong with my advancement? Or is he after his physical body? Does he want to refine me into top-tier material?

No matter the reason, he couldn't just surrender and be slaughtered like that.

The next second, a grayish-white light surged out of his body, spreading outward like a tide.

Light and shadow unfolded in mid-air, transforming into an entire world.

The outline of the mainland was faintly visible in the light, and the ocean was a dull gray, devoid of blue, only a lifeless gray-white.

Clouds drifted slowly above the mountains, and rivers meandered across the land.

That was a projection of the goblin world, and also Lynn's Stigmata Domain.

The withered old man narrowed his eyes. What kind of holy mark domain is this?

I can't see through it.

The Stigmata domain typically has a clear attribute tendency: death, soul, fire, ice, and shadow.

Even if a microscopic dimensional fragment is cut to serve as a Sacred Mark Domain, the internal structure of the domain will still undergo different changes due to the different rule inclinations of the Sacred Mark Wizard.

Every Stigmata Wizard has their own specialty.

But this sacred domain before them had no attributes whatsoever; it was not death, not soul, not element, but chaos.

It has everything, yet it has nothing.

It's too normal, too...mediocre.

The projection began to expand outward, crashing into the spatial blockade set up by the three holy marks of fear, shadow, and ice.

There were no explosions, no roars, only a slow, unstoppable advance.

The spatial blockade was directly pushed back!

The gaunt old man, who had been looking disdainful, instantly changed his expression.

A newly promoted Stigmata, using its Stigmata Domain to simultaneously counter the spatial blockade of three established Stigmata, and even manages to push back?

This is absolutely abnormal!

No wonder the academy wanted to take him down; it seems this kid really has something going on!

"He has been possessed." The withered old man's voice was cold.

"Make your move, shatter this domain, and capture him!"

The three attacked simultaneously.

The gaunt old man raised his right hand, and the Mark of Fear pressed down from the sky. The gray-black mist transformed into countless tentacles, lashing out at the projection of the goblin world.

The eyes at the tips of the tentacles opened, and the blood vessels on the whites of the eyes began to writhe.

The woman raised her left hand, and the shadowy holy mark surged from her palm, spreading out a black oil film that covered a corner of the projection.

The white-haired man pulled his hands out of his sleeves, and icy holy marks shot out from his fingertips, the pale white light piercing the center of the projection.

Three attacks landed on the projection simultaneously.

At the critical moment, a figure stepped out of the projection.

The man looked exactly like Lynn, but he had a blank expression, no light in his eyes, and his pupils were grayish-white, like two stones.

It wore a gray robe, which looked as if it were made of gray mist, with its edges swirling.

It raised its right hand and blocked the withered old man's tentacles.

The tentacles were wrapped around its arms, and blood streaks pierced its skin, but its expression remained unchanged, and there was not even pain on its face.

It raised its left hand again, blocking the woman's shadowy film.

An oily film covered the back of its hand, like a layer of black paint, and something was wriggling beneath it, trying to burrow into its skin.

Its skin radiated holy light, and the penetrating shadows and whiskers, as if encountering a natural enemy, instantly dissolved.

The white-haired man's icy glint arrived last, and with the gray figure under control, he unleashed his killing move.

The gray figure was restricted to its left and right, and could only stand there blankly, letting the light pierce its chest.

It worked!

A hint of smugness flashed in the Ice Man's eyes. He was very confident in his killing move. Even if he couldn't kill this Saint Mark, he could severely injure him!

A large hole appeared in the chest of the gray figure, and frost formed around the edge of the hole, which continued to spread.

The gray figure glanced down at the hole in its chest, then looked up and grinned.

That smile was too stiff, as eerie as a marionette, sending chills down one's spine.

The white-haired man took a step back.

"What the hell is this thing?"

His voice sounded more like he was asking himself than asking someone else.

The gaunt old man's gaze fell on the gray figure.

The face was exactly the same as Lynn's, but the expression was completely different.

Lynn's expressions were few, but not nonexistent; at least she still retained some "humanity."

His face showed thought, judgment, and emotional changes.

The gray figure had nothing there, was cold and lifeless, like a puppet, like a corpse.

The woman spoke.

"Whatever it is, smash it!"

She used both hands simultaneously, activating the Shadow Mark to its fullest extent. Black oil gushed from her palms, covering the gray figure with overwhelming force.

The withered old man also increased his output, and the tentacles of the Fear Mark came out from all directions, each one carrying a substantial mental impact.

The white-haired man pressed his hands to the ground, and the icy holy marks surged from the ground, condensing into a thick layer of ice on the ground.

All three powerful attacks landed on the gray figure.

This attack was delivered without reservation; even a Saint-level undead could not withstand it.