Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Chapter 425 Reshaping the Human Body

"What kind of body do you need? I can send you a Graywing Envoy to serve as your body."

Alphonse looked up, his eyes shining. "Greywings? Are you referring to the grey angels you summoned at the banquet?"

"I've seen it. Their bodies were probably made from the corpses of angels. Although they resemble humans, they are ultimately not human."

He gritted his teeth.

"I want to ask you to help Rowling create a real human body. I am willing to pay any price."

Lynn remained silent for a few moments.

He couldn't have created a human body before.

But now, he possesses the Myriad Manifestations Sacred Mark, masters three thousand rules, and also possesses the Myriad Manifestations, the supreme god and the Heavenly Dao.

It's not too difficult to condense a human body by consuming the power of the world.

The question is, should he help?

He didn't dislike Alphonse.

From his apprenticeship until now, Alphonse has never harmed him; on the contrary, he has given him magic stones, which can be considered as helping him.

Moreover... Alphonse is Marfa's apprentice.

If we need to take action against Malfa in the future, Alphonse might be a good pawn.

"I can help you," Lynn said.

Alphonse's body stiffened for a moment, then a surge of ecstasy welled up inside him, and his eyes instantly reddened.

"Lord Lynn..."

"But there is one condition."

Alphonse stood up and bowed deeply. "You said you'd agree to any conditions."

Lynn raised his right hand, and a grayish-white light surged from his palm, enveloping the two of them. "Let's come in first."

As the light faded, the two stood on the black, scorched earth of the Island of Death.

The sky was grayish-white, and three thousand chains of rules hung down from the depths of the sky, each one glowing.

Skeleton soldiers patrolled in the distance, and the sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell.

Alphonse looked up at the giant web of rules, his mouth agape, speechless.

Lynn didn't give him time to appreciate it.

"Release Rowling's soul."

Alphonse came to his senses and closed his eyes.

A pale blue light shone from his chest, emanating from it and coalescing in the air into the phantom image of a young girl.

The girl wore a light blue dress, had long hair that reached her waist, a delicate face, and deep blue eyes without pupils.

She floated in mid-air, her body translucent, like a thin veil.

She looked at Alphonse, and Alphonse looked at her; their eyes met.

Lynn did not disturb them.

He raised his right hand, his spiritual power probing deep into the domain of the Holy Mark.

All things awoke from the depths of the world, and grayish-white light surged from the ground, gathering before him.

The power of the world began to flow, converging from every corner of the goblin world to the skies above the Isle of Death.

Lynn closed his eyes and sketched the outline of a human body in his mind.

Bones, muscles, blood vessels, skin—built layer by layer.

The bones are solidified using the power of the world, making them as hard as steel.

Muscles are woven with the power of the world, and each muscle fiber is as thin as a hair.

The blood vessels were laid out with the power of the world, arteries, veins, and capillaries, densely packed together.

The skin is covered with the power of the world, smooth, elastic, and without scars.

He opened his eyes, and the body was already suspended in mid-air, naked, with a face exactly like Rowling's ghost.

She has fair skin, black hair, and light pink lips.

"Lorraine, go inside." Lynn's voice was calm.

Rowling glanced at Alphonse.

Alphonse nodded.

Rowling's ghost floated toward the body, the translucent phantom overlapping with the solid body.

A deep blue light emanated from within the body, growing brighter and more dazzling.

The light lasted for about ten breaths before slowly dimming.

The body's fingers twitched, its eyelids twitched, its eyelashes fluttered, and then it opened its eyes.

Its eyes are black, with pupils and whites, just like a normal person's.

She looked down at her hands; her fingers were long and slender, and her nails were rounded.

She moved her fingers, clenched her fist, and then relaxed it. She reached out and touched her face, touching her nose, her lips, and her cheeks.

Her eyes reddened, and tears slid down her cheeks.

"Lowling." Alphonse's voice trembled.

Rowling turned to look at him. "Your Highness Alphonse."

Her voice was soft, trembling with tears.

Alphonse rushed over and hugged her tightly, his arms digging into her back, his face buried in her hair.

Rowling hugged him back, her hands gripping the back of his robe, her nails digging into the fabric.

Neither of them spoke; they simply hugged.

Rowling's tears fell onto Alphonse's shoulder, and Alphonse's shoulder trembled slightly.

Lynn stood to the side, avoiding looking at them to avoid suspicion.

He turned around, looked up at the giant net of rules in the sky, and counted the colors of the rule chains.

Hmm... three thousand, not one missing.

After a long time, Alphonse finally released Rowling, took a wizard's robe from the Bone Ring and draped it over her shoulders, then turned and bowed deeply to Lynn.

"Lord Lynn, your kindness is beyond repayment. I will do anything you need me to do in the future, even if it means going through fire and water."

Lynn glanced at him. "Let's leave aside what I need you to do for now; there will be other opportunities later."

Alphonse straightened up, took Rowling's hand, and Rowling stood beside him, her face rosy and her breathing steady, indistinguishable from a living person.

Lynn raised his right hand, and a grayish-white light enveloped the three people.

The light faded, and they returned to the laboratory.

Rowling's skin broke out in goosebumps as her body came into contact with the deathly aura of the Eternal Night Graveyard.

Her face went from rosy to pale, and her breathing became rapid.

Clearly, a mortal body is not suited to the environment of the Eternal Night Graveyard.

Alphonse quickly erected a protective layer around her body, the crude death energy enveloping her, but many tiny traces of death energy still managed to seep in through the gaps.

Rowling frowned slightly, but remained silent.

Lynn glanced at her.

"The environment here is not suitable for ordinary people. If she stays here for too long, she will have health problems."

Alphonse nodded.

"I understand. I will immediately apply to the college to be stationed outside and find a good place to settle her."

Lynn nodded.

"Go ahead, I'll contact you if I need anything later."

Upon hearing this, Alphonse bowed to Lynn again. "Thank you, Lord Lynn."

Lynn waved her hand. "Go on."

Alphonse took Rowling's hand and turned to leave the laboratory.

Rowling followed behind him, took a few steps, and then glanced back at Lynn.

Her eyes were bright, and there was a slight smile on her lips.