Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

When Lynn stepped out of a teleportation array in a small coastal town, the air was filled with a rotten, sweet smell.

It is a unique odor resulting from the fusion of death energy and nether energy, which is extremely harmful to living beings.

The atmosphere of death here is several times stronger than in ordinary towns, but far less intense than in the Eternal Night Graveyard.

The town is small, with narrow streets and low, old houses on both sides.

There were very few people on the street. Occasionally, you could see one or two mercenaries or adventurers wearing leather armor, with various weapons at their waists, walking hurriedly.

Their faces were pale, their lips were purple, and their eyes were sunken.

Death and the aura of the underworld accumulated within them, constantly eroding their vitality.

Fortunately, they are professionals with superhuman strength protecting them, but some of the weaker ones cannot withstand it for long before their bodies are completely drained.

This place isn't just for professionals; there are also ordinary people forced by circumstances, and some who have committed crimes and have no choice but to flee to this land of death.

An old man was squatting by the roadside, wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat, patched upon patched, the original color of which was no longer visible.

He was called an old man, but he was really just a middle-aged man who had suffered a lot.

His face was so thin it was just skin and bones, his cheekbones were high and prominent, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken.

His lips were chapped, revealing sparse, yellow teeth. He squatted there, hugging his knees, motionless.

Lynn walked past him, and he looked up at Lynn for a moment before looking down again.

His eyes held no light, no curiosity, no fear, only numbness.

He no longer cared who walked past him; all he cared about was whether he could find something to eat today.

A woman stood in front of the corner grocery store, holding a child in her arms.

The child's face was bluish-purple, his lips were black, and his breathing was rapid; he was clearly not used to the environment.

The woman looked down at the child and gently patted his back.

Her eyes reddened; she had already cried all her tears.

She looked up and saw Lynn dressed in a wizard's robe. Her eyes lit up, and she opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed her words.

Lynn had no interest in meddling in other people's business. She walked past her, and Lynn lowered her head to continue patting the child's back.

Lynn left the city; beyond the city lay wasteland, with gray-black earth and a gray-white sky.

This is the edge where the main world and the underworld overlap. There is no grass, no trees, no water, only pebbles and sand.

The distant mountains were also gray-black, bare, like mounds of graves.

He raised his right hand, and the Demon Eye emerged from the Netherworld.

The geometric structure that was constantly collapsing inwards hovered in front of him, the surrounding light bent, and the air slightly distorted.

Lynn stepped on it, and the silver nebula of the Demon Eye lit up briefly.

The surrounding space began to shift, from wasteland to mountains, from mountains to rivers, and from rivers to swamps.

The magic eye teleports, each teleport precisely landing on the node marked by the crystal.

After the seventh teleportation, the Demon Eye stopped.

Before Lynn was a crack; the ground split open, revealing a bottomless darkness below.

The crack is about ten meters wide and one hundred meters long, with smooth edges. The entrance to the underworld marked on the crystal is located here.

It is also the main entrance from the main world to the underworld.

Of course, you can also choose to enter from the Styx infiltration point, but that is more difficult, more dangerous, and the destination is unknown.

He had been stationed in the Valley of the Dead for ten years, and he knew that leak point of the Styx River tributary all too well.

But he dared not go in from there, not knowing what was on the other side. What if he emerged at the bottom of the River Styx, or happened to run into the legendary "immortals"? Then he would be doomed.

It's best to enter from a safe place.

Lynn dismounted from the Demon Eye and returned to the Saint Mark Domain.

He walked to the edge of the crack and looked down.

The boundless darkness was like an abyss.

He leaped into the air.

The descent lasted for more than ten breaths, but it felt like traversing countless worlds.

Soon, the feeling of falling became more and more real.

Lynn landed on solid ground, beneath which lay a patch of greyish-white flagstones.

He looked up, and above him was a gray-white sky, the gray-white unique to the underworld.

There was no sun, no moon, no stars, only a perpetual gray mist.

This is the journey of the dead—the underworld.

The aura of death here is even stronger than that of the Eternal Night Graveyard. Ordinary people, even apprentices, would probably die instantly here.

Even formal wizards find it difficult to survive.

And this... is only the outer edge of the underworld.

The most concentrated energy here is not the power of death, but another kind of energy, the power of the underworld!

This is a power similar to the power of death, but fundamentally different, and it is also the main power of the underworld.

They float in the air, fall to the ground, burrow into stones, and enter the bodies of the dead.

When the ghostly aura touched his skin, there was a faint suction force, as if trying to pull his soul out of his body.

Lynn's mental energy field trembled, and the suction force disappeared.

He walked forward, the gray stone slabs beneath his feet stretching into the distance, with gray wastelands on both sides. The wastelands were devoid of grass and trees, only pebbles and sand.

In the distance, there were several gray hills, and some things were lying on them.

It was a large group of ghosts.

Their bodies are translucent and almost invisible against the gray-white sky.

They lay motionless on the rocks, seemingly asleep, but in reality absorbing the rich aura of death and the underworld.

Both of these energies are beneficial to the dead, which is why there are many undead kings in the underworld.

Lynn walked past them, and they didn't react.

But just because they don't make a move doesn't mean Lynn won't.

The projection of the Stigmata Domain appeared behind them, and "Heart of Star Reign" was activated, taking them all into the domain.

The projection of the Stigmata Domain did not retract; instead, it rapidly expanded, revealing the entirety of the Island of Death.

On the island of death, the Saint-level sorcery array, which Lynn had improved twice, began to exert its power, absorbing the surrounding death and nether energy with all its might.

A massive energy vortex has now formed outside the projection, drawing in a huge amount of death and nether energy.

This caused the energy concentration on the Island of Death to rise dramatically, and the undead, as if drinking sweet rain, howled with excitement.

And so, Lynn went on a spree, collecting and absorbing as he went, truly squeezing every last feather from a passing goose, reaching the extreme of plunder.

After walking for about half an hourglass, the surrounding scenery changed.

Strange things began to appear on the wasteland: black stones, decaying equipment, and the bones of some kind of giant beast.

The giant beast's bones were larger than Megatron's skeleton, with half buried in the ground and the other half exposed.

The surface of the bone has fine cracks, and grayish-white mist is churning inside the cracks.

Lynn passed by a rib, reached out and touched it. The rib was extremely cold, with a kind of historical coldness.

It's probably due to being washed away by the power of the underworld over the years.

The bone is very hard; when you tap it with your fingernail, it makes a crisp sound.

If modified, this rib could be used as a material for crafting weapons, as undead equipment, or as a replacement for the body material of the undead.

Although the price isn't high, the sheer volume makes it irresistible!

Nothing much to say, just take them all!