Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

[Target: Ferryman of the River Styx (Pole-punter of the Ship of Oblivion)]

[Rank]: Peak of Saint Mark (Peak of Six Rings)

【Core Components】: The body is made of the Styx River water as flesh and blood, forgotten memories as bones, and the ferry rules as the core. The body is deeply bound to the Styx River, and its strength will drop significantly if it leaves the Styx River.

【characteristic】:

1. The River Styx is immortal: As long as the River Styx does not dry up, the ferryman will not die. After his body is destroyed, he can be reassembled in the River Styx.

2. Soul Ferry: It can sense the location and status of all the souls on both sides of the river, and can also influence the choices of the souls to a certain extent.

3. Memory stripping: Wherever the gaze falls, the memories of living people can be stripped away. The stripped memories will turn into points of light and merge into the River Styx.

4. Blessing of Oblivion: The target blessed by the ferryman will not be corrupted by the power of oblivion of the River Styx, nor will they be easily perceived by the Lord of the Dead.

5. The embodiment of rules: The ferryman is not an independent individual, but an extension of the will of the Styx. His existence is to maintain the balance of the Styx.

【Skill】:......

[Note]: The ferryman will not attack or favor anyone. He only does one thing: ferry the souls of the dead from one side of the river to the other.

...

The attribute panel after the analysis surprised Lynn greatly; he never expected that this old man was actually a peak Saint Mark existence!

He is a kind of "earthbound spirit" derived from the will of the Styx, and is entirely dedicated to serving the Styx.

Its body is also entirely composed of the River Styx, within which it can achieve immortality.

It is somewhat similar to the "Ancestor of the Styx" in the "Primordial Era". Its soul and Dao foundation are bound to the "Netherworld Blood Sea". Even if its physical form is destroyed, it can be reborn infinitely in the Blood Sea. Even saints cannot completely kill it.

As long as the sea of ​​blood doesn't dry up, he won't die!

However, the ferryman is a bit low-class; it's estimated that the "immortal" who sleeps at the bottom of the River Styx in legend is the true ruler of the River Styx.

A being at the pinnacle of Saint Marksmanship, even if their level is low, is not someone Lynn can easily rival.

On the banks of the River Styx, the old man planted his long pole into the water, the boat stopped, and he looked up at Lynn.

"Do you need to cross the river?" The ferryman's voice was very soft, like the wind blowing across the water.

Lynn shook her head. "I need to find someone."

The ferryman wasn't surprised.

He has been ferrying people across the river for countless years, and countless people have asked him for help, hoping to find the remnants of the souls of the deceased.

Unfortunately, the souls that fall into the River Styx have their memories wiped away. So what if you find their souls?

What's gone is gone.

The ferryman remained calm and unperturbed.

Who are you looking for?

"A child who fell into the River Styx more than ten years ago, with horns on his forehead and scales on his body."

After saying that, Lynn once again materialized into the shape of Lin Chen.

After reading this, the ferryman's eyes flashed with a hint of realization, but he did not answer immediately.

He pulled the long pole out of the water, placed it on the boat, and turned to look at the grayish-white surface of the water.

"The River Styx swallows more children every year than I have ferried people across; I'm afraid they're all gone by now."

His voice was very soft.

"The child you're talking about is probably already dead."

Lynn, however, said with certainty, "He inherited my bloodline and possesses the bloodline of a star beast within him. He cannot possibly die so easily."

The ferryman turned to look at Lynn, his greyish-white pupils reflecting Lynn's face and his resolute gaze.

He stared at him for a long time, so long that Lynn thought he had forgotten how to speak.

"That child is still alive."

Lynn's brow twitched; he was somewhat puzzled by the ferryman's previous concealment.

Do you know where he is?

The ferryman did not answer. He turned around, pushed off with his long pole, and the boat moved slowly.

"Come on up."

Lynn jumped onto the boat without hesitation.

The ferryman poled the boat, heading towards the center of the river. Fog gathered from both sides, obscuring the path they had come from.

Lynn stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the grayish-white water.

The ferryman spoke. "Thirteen years ago, an infant fell in through a leak and was swept away by the undercurrents of the River Styx to the depths of the underworld."

Lynn immediately perked up.

"The infant is extraordinary; he possesses an extremely high ability to devour, and any undead creature that gets close to him is devoured by him."

"He even swallowed a portion of the River Styx, and countless fragments of memories merged into his body."

"Later, the Bone Lord of the North found him. The Lord did not kill him, but took him back to his own territory."

"That baby has an extremely strong ability to devour. The monarch is very curious and wants to see what it will become when it grows up by just consuming everything it has.

The ferryman's voice was calm.

"The monarch gave him a name."

"What's your name?"

"Swallowing the Abyss".

Lynn nodded. It seemed that the Bone Lord wanted to cultivate a powerful subordinate.

The ferryman continued, "Over the years, Devourer has grown up in the North, feeding on the undead within the Bone Lord's territory and drinking the waters of the River Styx."

"His horns have grown, and his scales have grown. His body is very strong, much stronger than any undead creature. The Bone Lord likes him very much and personally teaches him how to fight."

"However, while long-term consumption of Styx water allowed his mind to develop rapidly, it also affected his memory, making his personality changeable."

"Now, the Devouring Abyss's appetite is growing, and the Bone Monarch is also having a headache, not knowing how to deal with it."

The boat stopped, and the ferryman stuck a long pole into the water to stabilize the boat.

He turned around and looked at Lynn.

"The core area of ​​the Northern Territory is in the east. If you travel east for three days from here, you will reach the territory of the Bone Lord. The person you are looking for is there."

Lynn bowed slightly to the ferryman. "Thank you."

The ferryman shook his head; he had his own reasons for bringing Lynn here.

If Lynn can take Tun Yuan away, it will be a good thing for the entire River Styx and even the entire Underworld.

Otherwise, if that little devil eats his way through, he might end up bankrupting the underworld.

Lynn jumped off the boat and landed on the rocks on the shore.

The boat had already turned around, and the ferryman was using a pole to slowly pull the boat away.

The fog closed in from both sides, engulfing the boat and the ferryman's back, leaving only his voice.

"If you want to go back, you can wait on the shore. I will sense your presence and come to pick you up."

Lynn bowed again to express his gratitude.

The water returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Lynn stood on the shore, looking at the gray wasteland to the east, and entered "plundering" mode again.

The undead, materials, and death and netherworld power here are much stronger than in the border areas, so we can't let them go.

As they delved deeper, Lynn gradually began to sense something.

It was a feeling of being connected by blood.

He stopped what he was doing and suppressed his aura to the lowest possible level.

The White Bone Monarch is a genuine peak Saint Mark master, two ranks higher than me, so I can't afford to attract his attention.

Let's figure out what's going on inside first.