Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The next day, the morning sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on Lynn.

He sat in a chair, holding a cup of tea. The courtyard was quiet, with only a few birds chirping in the branches.

After going through so much, the peace and tranquility we have now is truly irresistible.

As Lynn sipped his tea, he pondered the next steps.

Lin Chen's matter cannot be rushed.

After this attack, Lin Chen is unlikely to leave his home for a while, and if he does, he'll probably be with the Undead Lord.

The White Bone Monarch was at the peak of the Saint Mark, two ranks higher than him. He wouldn't even have a chance to fight back in a head-on confrontation.

Lin Chen's spatial talent was too slippery; the last time he chased Lin Chen, Lin Chen's hand was almost touching his collar every time, but Lin Chen narrowly avoided it.

That wasn't due to his own ability; it was a passive trigger of his spatial talent.

As a hybrid of a cosmic behemoth, he possesses an instinctive ability to avoid danger; he doesn't need to actively cast spells, as his body will automatically evade danger.

We must find a way to seal off the space and disable his teleportation.

Setting up a witch array is probably too difficult, but the "spatial anchoring" of the Demon Eye can solidify space and restrict all means of displacement.

Last time, Demon Eye was busy suppressing the Netherworld Wolf with Myriad Manifestations and couldn't spare any more attention, which is why Lin Chen escaped.

Hmm... we still need to be fully prepared.

Let's "copy" some of the Mystic Eye's abilities first. Even if it can't free up its hands next time, it can still seal off the space itself.

Lynn directly entered the Stigmata Domain, took out a blank runestone from his ring, and held it in his palm.

The Demon Eye unleashed "Spatial Anchoring," instantly freezing the area around Lynn.

He closed his eyes, activated the analysis, and the "spatial anchoring" ability of the Demon Eye was broken down into the most basic rune structure.

Three hundred workstations were operating simultaneously, and the runes were arranged, combined, and reorganized in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He opened his eyes, and his mental energy etched the first rune onto the surface of the runestone, then the second, the third...

Fifteen minutes later, the runestone lit up briefly and then went dark.

Lynn infused a wisp of spiritual energy, and the patterns on the surface of the runestone lit up with a silvery-white light. The light was very stable and did not fluctuate.

The spatial anchoring runestone is complete.

He took a new runestone from the ring and continued carving. He carved more than a dozen runes before Lynn stopped.

We have enough rune stones. Next time we meet, we can activate them and throw them out to solidify the space and block Lin Chen's escape route.

But the most important strength is still insufficient.

The gap in strength between him and the Bone Monarch cannot be bridged by runestones.

One must at least reach the mid-level of the Saint Mark to have the confidence to escape from the Bone Monarch, or even to fight him head-on.

For Lynn, the intermediate level of the Holy Mark is not difficult. Generally, as long as his mental strength meets the standard, he can extend more rules and condense more Holy Marks.

For example, Wayne extended the rules of "Holy Flame" and "Purification" based on "Holy Light", and now he has gone to the Holy Light plane to continue to comprehend the rules of "Judgment", "Protection" and "Decree".

When the six major rules form a complete cycle and condense into the six holy marks, that will be the time when he steps into the advanced stage of holy marks.

For Lynn, extending the rules and creating new holy marks was incredibly easy.

His giant network of rules still has more than two thousand rule chains waiting to be filled. Once a portion of the rule chains are filled and his mental strength reaches the required level, he can advance to the middle stage of the Saint Mark.

For Lynn, who can devour the rules of other worlds, it's only a matter of time.

However... there is another way to quickly improve your strength.

That's "Catch the Baby"!

This is a traditional craft of the Bone Spire. A dark wizard who calls himself a "necromancer" can't do without a few powerful "babies" by his side.

He thought of the thirty-three monarch-level beings in the underworld.

Hmm... He captured the Nether Wolves, so now there are thirty-two left.

Each of them is of the Saint-level, and each one is wild, unowned, and can be tamed.

Moreover, many of them possess the strength of high-level or peak-level Saint Marks!

If he could capture them all, and with a wave of his hand, more than thirty Saint-level "babies" would swarm him, then he would truly be the number one person below the True Spirit level!

Thinking of this, even the composed Lynn couldn't help but grin.

Grab the Stigmata, not the chicks.

Those monarchs have been entrenched in the underworld for countless years, each with their own territory, their own subordinates, and their own trump cards.

However, this is not difficult. It's not like we're fighting against more than thirty monarchs at once. We can just play the game of the big fish eating the small fish.

Start with the initial stage of the Holy Marks. After capturing the initial stage, take them and gang up on the intermediate stage. After capturing the intermediate stage, gang up on the advanced stage.

How simple!

If this method of enforcement is used, it could really cause serious problems.

He possesses his own innate sorcery, "Heart of Star Reign," which is fully capable of suppressing mid-level Saint Marksmen.

Even if he can't suppress high-level or peak-level Saint Mark beings, even if he can capture twenty low-level or mid-level monarchs, the White Bone Monarch alone can't cause any trouble.

Lynn stood up and paced around the room, pondering the possibilities.

Thirty-two Stigmata, not thirty-two skeleton soldiers.

If they were all captured, to what extent would his undead army expand?

Hmm... I have to act quickly, or someone else might beat me to it?

He wasn't the only one in the wizarding world eyeing the underworld.

Those old-timers with sacred marks, those ancient monsters who have lived for thousands of years, didn't they know that there were sacred marks in the underworld?

However... the underworld has existed for so many years, and those rulers have lived for who knows how many years, so why haven't any other dark wizards gone to capture the "baby"?

Surely you can't save it for me, can you?

They must have their reasons for not taking action.

Perhaps it was some kind of established agreement, or perhaps it was out of fear of that immortal being slumbering at the bottom of the River Styx.

Lynn thought for a moment and then shook his head.

Never mind, so what if there's an agreement? He didn't sign it, so why should he abide by it?

Ignorance is no excuse; even if someone brings up the agreement, he can simply say he didn't know.

If we could really capture all thirty-three monarchs, so what if we broke the agreement? Who would dare to say a word?

Do you really think my thirty-three "babies" are vegetarians?

Lynn sat back down in his chair, picked up his iced tea and drank it all in one gulp, then stood up and left the room.

In the yard, Arya stood beside the flower bed, holding a pair of scissors, pruning the flowers.

Her movements were very light, and each cut was made at the boundary between the dead and living branches.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around to look at Lynn, but was stopped by Lynn just as she was about to bow.

"Arya, I'll come back to see you again when I have time."

"Mentor, are you leaving?"

Lynn nodded. "I need to go back to the academy; I have some things to take care of."

Aria put down the scissors, walked up to Lynn, and bowed deeply. "Teacher, please take care."

Lynn glanced at her, turned and walked out of the courtyard, disappearing from sight.

Arya stood there, watching his figure disappear through the door.