Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

"Lynn, I tried out the rune arrangement you mentioned yesterday when I got back." Wayne put the teapot on the table and poured two cups.

"After removing the seventh and twelfth nodes, the flow rate of the energy loop increased by three percent. It's not much, but it's definitely effective."

Lynn took the teacup but didn't drink. "Three percent, that adds up to quite a bit over a year."

Wayne nodded, picked up his teacup, and took a sip. "Your understanding of the Holy Light doesn't seem like that of someone who's only been studying it for two years."

"I spent two years studying the runes on that pillar of light on the first line of defense," Lynn said, putting down his teacup.

"That pillar of light is the passage connecting Heaven Mountain to the Holy Light Plane. It has been tainted by some of the rules of Heaven Mountain, and the runes on it are more primitive than the rules inside the Holy Light Plane. I stayed there for two years and memorized all the runes I could see."

Wayne's fingers paused on the rim of the teacup, he was silent for a few moments, and then said something.

"No wonder it's so powerful. It seems I'll have to study that pillar of holy light properly later."

The two began to exchange their understanding of the Holy Light.

Wayne has been immersed in the rules of the Holy Light for over a century, specializing in the Holy Light, Holy Flame, and Purification.

He unfolded his stigma projection and pointed to the three rule lines inside.

"These are the three major rules I have mastered. Holy Light is the foundation, from which Holy Flame and Purification extend. The three rules support each other and none can be missing."

Lynn looked at the three rule lines.

Wayne's Holy Light rules are pure, without any impurities.

The temperature of the holy flame is precisely controlled, and the purification runes are arranged neatly.

He used the results of the analysis to verify each other, projecting the runes he had recorded in the Holy Light Plane and spreading them out on the table one by one.

Wayne picked up the first "Judgment" rune projection and looked at it for a long time.

Half a day later, he picked up the second "Guardian" rune projection.

Then there's the third one, the "Judgment" rune projection.

Wayne placed the three rune projections side by side on the table, drew lines between the runes with his finger, and said:

"There is a connection between judgment and protection, and there is also a connection between adjudication and judgment. These three rules are not independent; they support each other, just like the Holy Light, the Holy Flame, and purification."

Lynn nodded, confirming Wayne's statement.

"I feel the same way. The system of Holy Light rules is more complete than we imagined. Holy Light, Holy Flame, Purification, Judgment, Protection, and Verdict—these six rules can form a complete cycle."

Wayne leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the runes.

"I plan to go to the Holy Light Plane to fully comprehend these rules: Judgment, Protection, and Decision, forming a cycle."

He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Once I've grasped these six rules, I should be able to reach the threshold of the sixth ring."

Lynn looked at him.

Six rings, the peak of the Saintly Mark, only one step away from the True Spirit.

If one can truly comprehend those three major rules and form a rule system with Wayne's original three major rules, then the sixth ring will be a natural outcome.

Over the next few days, Wayne came with new questions every day, and Lynn provided the answers each day.

The two communicated more and more smoothly, from the rules of holy light to the control of holy flames, from the arrangement of purification runes to the logical structure of the rules of judgment.

Wayne discovered that although Lynn had not been cultivating for long, his understanding of the Holy Light rules was no less profound than his own, and in some aspects, even more comprehensive.

Lynn also gained a new understanding of Wayne.

Although this person was a defector from the Holy Flame Judgment Academy, the archenemy of the Bone Spire, his reputation was not good.

But after spending time with them, he felt much better than those old guys at the academy.

They speak frankly, asking directly what they want to know and saying what they think is wrong without holding anything back.

This may also be the reason why he was crushed by the Holy Flame Judgment Academy faction.

On the fifth day of their exchange, Lynn finally invited Wayne to visit his Stigmata Domain.

This is also a recognition of Wayne.

Wayne, who had been eagerly waiting, stood up and followed Lynn into the gray-white light.

He stood on the island of death, looking up at the giant net of rules in the sky.

Three thousand chains intertwined overhead, each one glowing and rotating.

His eyes lit up.

Gregor was squatting at the church entrance fiddling with an instrument when he heard footsteps and looked up.

He was slightly startled when he saw Wayne, and stood up to bow. "Lord Wayne."

Wayne returned the greeting. "Lord Gregor."

Gregor looked at Wayne's young face.

His skin was smooth, without a single wrinkle, and his chin was stubble-free; he looked much younger than him.

A contrast between a sunny, cheerful young man and a disheveled, unkempt old man.

But who would have thought that they were about the same age, and Wayne was even a little older than him.

When Wayne stepped into the Stigmata Realm, his face was frozen at the age of thirty, while his own...

Gregor shook his head and continued fiddling with the instruments.

Fortunately, his disciple was capable, otherwise he would have been much more apprehensive when facing Wayne.

We still need to hurry up and comprehend the rules, so that we can also experience the taste of the Holy Mark.

Lynn didn't disturb his mentor and took Wayne for a walk around the island.

Wayne stopped in the center of the island and looked up at the several interconnected chains of Holy Light system rules.

The chains were a bright, golden-white color, which contrasted sharply with the dark gray chains of death next to them.

The patterns on the chains are clearly visible, with each line marked with the direction of the runes and the path of energy flow.

"Why do these Holy Light rules seem so illusory compared to those hundred or so rules?" Wayne asked.

"The rules of Holy Light are now only a framework, not a physical entity," Lynn said, standing beside him.

Wayne seemed to be deep in thought, and instead of asking any more questions, he reached out and grasped the golden-white chain in mid-air.

The chains vibrated gently at his fingertips, making a buzzing sound.

He withdrew his hand and looked at his fingertips.

"These frameworks are even more complete than the runic projections you showed me in the ossuary before."

"Many details of the Holy Light rules in the Wizarding World are blurred, but your framework is clearer than those rules."

Lynn nodded. His own Holy Light rules were only more complete in framework; in reality, their "content" was far inferior to those of the Wizarding World.

Wayne turned around and looked at the gray sky in the distance, feeling somewhat reluctant to leave.

"If I weren't stationed at the ossuary, I would love to stay here and keep Gregor company."

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

Lynn gave a wry smile.

Why do they all want to stay in their own territory? Is it really that appealing?

However, this also gave him a new inspiration.

If it weren't for his desire to plunder other worlds and fill the giant web of rules, he would have liked to open a "rule comprehension study room" in the academy.

Paying to join and studying this network is much faster than trying to cultivate on your own.

Business will definitely be great then.

Hmm... I can give it a try when I don't feel like working hard anymore.

...

A few days later, Lynn emerged from the third floor of the ossuary.

His wizard robes had been changed; they were now the new ones that represented the Holy Mark.

The new robes delivered by the supplies department were purplish-black, made of thick, luxurious fabric with a smooth feel.

The surface of the robe had fine, flowing silver specks, like stars in the night sky.

His holy mark was imprinted on his back, magnified many times, with the yin-yang fish in the circle and the eight golden branches on the outside clearly visible.

When a formal wizard meets someone for the first time, he will inevitably be captivated by it.

Lynn didn't like to show off, but fortunately the mark could be adjusted. He shrunk the mark and moved it to his right chest.

It's too big and too conspicuous; he still prefers to keep a low profile.

Back in the lab, the Void Nameplate at his waist lit up, signaling a message from Cersei.

"A special banquet will be held tomorrow night to celebrate your Stigmata advancement."

"Most of the formal wizards and above who remain in the academy will participate, so please prepare in advance."

Lynn looked at the message, replied with "Received," then leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

The banquet is both a process and a formality.

He has been promoted to a Saintly Mark, and the wizards in the academy need to recognize this "big shot" to avoid causing any unnecessary trouble.

At the same time, this message should also be conveyed to the outside world.

Our academy has gained another high-level Saint Mark combatant. You'd better think twice before trying to deal with us again.