Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn returned to the laboratory at the Bone Spire, entered the Stigmata Domain, and took out the silver-white crystal from his ring, placing it on the table.

Inside the cathedral, Gregor was squatting in front of the workbench, holding a petri dish in his hand, the grayish-white mist inside churning slowly.

He heard footsteps but didn't look up.

"You're back?"

"Hmm." Lynn pushed the crystal in front of Gregor.

"Mentor, could you please check if this information is true?"

Gregor put down the petri dish, picked up the crystal, and probed it with his spiritual power.

He frowned for a moment, then relaxed. After a dozen or so breaths, he placed the crystal on the table.

"The information about the underworld is far more detailed than what is recorded in the ossuary."

"I've seen records about the underworld and the River Styx in the ossuary, and there are some discrepancies between the two."

"I read before that the Bone Monarch's territory was in the Southern Territory, but this crystal says that the Bone Monarch's territory is in the Eastern Territory. The Styx Chronicles says that the Rotten Monarch is a high-level Saint Mark, but this crystal says that he is a peak Saint Mark."

After saying this, Gregor took out a book about the underworld from the bookshelf, flipped through a few pages, and then closed it.

"This book, 'The Chronicles of the Underworld,' was written six hundred years ago. It's normal for the power dynamics in the underworld to change over such a long period of time."

He picked up the crystal and looked at it again.

"The information in this crystal is more detailed and systematic, which cannot be collected by one person. It should be the accumulation of the Star Observatory over many years."

Lynn nodded. "I need to verify the information's authenticity."

Gregor stood up, walked to the window, took out a gray token from his pocket, and infused it with his mental energy.

The token flashed briefly, then went dark.

He waited a while, and the token lit up again.

He picked up the token, listened to it for a while, and then put it away.

"I asked three old friends who had been to the underworld, and their accounts matched the information in the crystal."

"The territory of the Bone Monarch is in the Eastern Territory. The Rotten Monarch's strength increased greatly five hundred years ago, and he is now at the peak of the Saint Mark."

He looked at Lynn. "The information should be true."

Lynn nodded and put the crystal away.

"I'm going to the underworld."

Gregor showed no surprise. He walked back to the workbench and picked up the petri dish. "When are you leaving?"

"We'll prepare for the next two weeks, and then we'll set off. It would be best if you and Anli stayed at the academy."

Gregor nodded upon hearing this, placed the petri dish on the table, and turned around.

"Alright, the underworld is dangerous, you'll have to handle it yourself. I can't help you."

He paused for a moment.

"Just bring Anri back before you leave. I'll have Field pick her up then."

Lynn nodded. "Okay."

Gregor turned back and continued fiddling with the petri dish.

Lynn stood up, focused his mind into the body of all things, and then probed into the Supreme Divine Court.

...

Inside the Supreme Divine Court, Anli knelt before the statue, her hands clasped together, her forehead pressed against the cold ground.

The statue is black and very tall; you have to look up to see its face.

She closed her eyes and murmured softly.

"Supreme God N'Zoth, Your faithful follower Anri prays to you here, thanking you for granting me power, thanking you for allowing me to cultivate, thanking you for giving me the opportunity to serve you..."

At that moment, a fallen angel suddenly landed beside her.

It has six wings, three white on the left and three black on the right, and its armor is platinum-gold. Its face is expressionless.

It lowered its head, looking at Anli kneeling on the ground, without saying a word.

Anli looked up and saw the fallen angel, looking somewhat puzzled.

Lynn's voice echoed in Anri's mind. "Life in the goblin world is over. Pack your things and prepare to return to the Island of Death."

Anli's body stiffened for a moment, then she suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were red, but the corners of her mouth turned up.

It's the voice of Junior Uncle! And it's also... the divine decree of the Supreme God!

She clasped her hands together more tightly, pressed her forehead to the ground, and spoke much louder than before.

"Great and supreme God! You have come to take me! I'll be there soon!"

She stood up, turned and ran out of the temple.

Lynn's consciousness was pulled from her mind.

He stood at the church entrance on the island of death, looking at the gray sky in the distance, and shook his head.

Is Anli so addicted to playing the role of a divine mage that she's ruined her brain?

He couldn't be bothered to care, leaving only the words "Return quickly" before turning his attention away.

Anli ran into her room and dragged two large suitcases out from under the bed, which were her "spoils of war" from this period of time.

The box was made of wood, with carved patterns on the surface. It was very heavy, and she struggled to drag it.

She opened the box, which was stuffed full of things.

A silver vanity case, a jeweled bracelet, a silk scarf woven with gold thread, and various beautifully packaged pastries and candies...

Most of them were gifts from Emperor Haru, and some were also gifts from the Empress, princes, and princesses.

She closed the suitcase and dragged it to the door.

He ran back to his room and pulled a small booklet out from under his pillow.

She wrote the booklet herself, recording every day in the goblin world: what she ate, what she played, what divine arts she learned, and how many people she met.

She stuffed the booklet into her arms and ran out of the room.

Augustus stood at the temple entrance, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

He was wearing a white robe and a silver amulet around his neck.

He watched Anli drag two large suitcases out of the corridor, and his lips twitched slightly.

"Grandpa Augustus, I'm leaving now, returning to the side of the Supreme God. Thank you for taking care of me during this time."

An Lisong opened the box, walked up to Augustus, and bowed to him.

Augustus reached out and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Your Highness Anri, the gates of the Supreme Divine Court will always be open for you, awaiting your return."

Anli nodded, turned around, and dragged her suitcase out of the temple.

The fallen angel followed behind, carrying two boxes with one hand and lifting Anri up with the other.

Anli was held in its arms, her face pressed against the platinum armor, which was cool but surprisingly reassuring.

The fallen angel spread its wings, white on the left and black on the right. As the wings flapped, the wind rose from the ground and blew Anri's hair.

They took flight.

Anli looked down at the imperial city beneath her feet.

In the square, some people were kneeling, some were looking up, and some were pointing to the sky.

Anli waved her hand down, and the goblins recognized the saintess and knelt down to pray.

Inside the palace, Emperor Haru was sitting in his study reviewing documents.

A guard who was specifically responsible for meeting with Anli ran in and knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, Saintess Anri has departed. She asked me to convey her gratitude to Your Majesty, the Empress, and all the princes for their care during this time."

Haru put down his pen and remained silent for a few moments.

"I understand. You may leave." The guard withdrew.

Haru leaned back in his chair, looked at the ceiling, and sighed.

I don't know if everything I've done has been useful.

Saintess Anri is gone, but the Supreme Divine Court remains.

As long as the Supreme Divine Court exists, imperial power cannot stand tall.

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