Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

On the other side, Lynn stood on the academy's teleportation array, preparing to deploy spaceships to various "borders".

Wizards have explored an extremely wide area of ​​space, which gives them a very broad actual control over the wizarding world.

If Lynn wants to reach the border, he needs to teleport multiple times, and the magic stones consumed by teleportation alone are a considerable expense.

Lynn first went to the Northern Border teleportation point that the academy had explored.

There is a barren planet there, without an atmosphere, without water, without life, and naturally without much value; it is merely a "teleportation platform".

The teleportation array landed on a stone platform surrounded by black rubble, with no wizard apprentices stationed there.

The border is sparsely populated and lacks resources, and teleportation is not possible for long periods of time, so apprentices are not stationed there for extended periods.

If teleportation is needed, one can either travel to a planet guarded by apprentices, send a signal according to the communication frequency on the stone platform to have a nearby apprentice or wizard come and operate it, or operate it oneself...

This wasn't difficult for Lynn. If it weren't for the high cost and lack of maintenance, he would have liked to build several "ultra-long-distance teleportation arrays" himself, and maybe even make a fortune.

Lynn issued an "oracle" to the hundred captains waiting in the base in the Wizarding World, and the voice echoed in their minds.

"Your mission is to explore the unknown world, find the new world, report the coordinates, do not enter the new world without authorization, do not contact the natives, and wait for my orders after you have reported."

Sensing the divine power emanating from their minds, the captains quickly responded in unison, "Yes, sir!"

Subsequently, the first batch of twenty spacecraft and one hundred astronauts were ready and entered the spacecraft for inspection.

Lynn raised his right hand.

A crack appeared in the sky, a black fissure stretching from one end to the other.

There was no light in the crack, only endless darkness.

Twenty spaceships rose from the ground, carried by an invisible force, and flew toward the rift.

The spaceship flew higher and higher, and then became smaller and smaller.

The captains were in the cockpit, looking out the window.

The sky outside changed from light blue to dark blue, and then from dark blue to black.

Next came a sky full of stars...

A young astronaut was pressed against the porthole, his face against the glass.

His eyes were wide open, and the stars were reflected in his pupils.

Countless stars densely covered the entire porthole.

Some stars are big, some are small, some are bright, some are dim. Some stars are twinkling, some are motionless. Their light is cold, unlike the warmth of the sun.

This is much more realistic and spectacular than the stars simulated in the Stigmata Realm.

"So many stars." His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

The old astronaut next to him was also watching.

Instead of leaning against the porthole, he leaned back in his chair, looked up at the stars, and felt an instant sense of vastness in the world, and how insignificant he and the entire spaceship were.

Once fully inside space, the spaceship began to experience weightlessness.

The astronauts' bodies floated off their seats, their seatbelts tightening around their shoulders and waists.

Some people grabbed the handrails, some pushed off the floor trying to push themselves down, and some floated in mid-air, waving their arms and legs, trying to grab something.

A young astronaut floated too high and hit his head on the ceiling with a thud.

He covered his head, grimacing.

"Stay still and don't move around." The captain's voice came through the communicator.

Those who were floating grabbed the handrails and pulled themselves down; some used seatbelts to fasten themselves tightly to their seats.

An astronaut was lying on the porthole, his body restrained by a seatbelt, and he didn't move.

His face was pressed against the glass, his eyes fixed on the stars.

A silvery-white star streaked across the porthole from one side to the other, its tail long and dazzlingly bright.

His eyes followed the shooting star until it disappeared into the darkness.

"Was that a shooting star? How lucky..." His voice was slightly excited.

"It wasn't a shooting star, just a meteorite, a meteorite illuminated by the light of a star." The captain's voice was calm.

The astronaut nodded, but in his heart he was convinced that it was a shooting star that represented "luck".

They will surely be the first to complete the mission of discovering the new world, returning to the goblin world laden with glory, and then...

Marry the girl you love!

The astronaut's eyes never left the porthole.

The stars were so beautiful that he couldn't bear to blink.

His eyes welled up with tears, a mixture of emotion and shock.

He had lived for over twenty years, and in the world of goblins, under the dome of a planetarium, and on a television screen, he had seen the starry sky countless times.

But those are all fake; they are projections, images, and paintings.

But the one in front of me is real.

Another astronaut floated to the porthole.

He didn't grab onto anything; he just floated there, his toes off the ground, his body suspended in mid-air.

His hands were pressed against the glass, and his forehead was also against the glass.

He looked into the darkness outside and saw his own shadow, and behind that shadow, the distant stars.

"The universe is so vast," he said softly.

No one answered him, but the astronaut didn't care and took out his camera and started snapping pictures.

These are all valuable documents and must be carefully preserved.

The silver-white spaceship hovered steadily in the endless starry sky.

The bow of the ship is engraved with the holy mark of the Lord of All Things, the mark being gold and particularly striking against the black background.

The spacecraft's speed has stabilized, and the feeling of weightlessness is still there, but the astronauts have adapted.

The captain unbuckled his seatbelt, floated from his seat to the porthole, and placed his hands on the glass.

His face was calm, but his eyes were full of emotion.

He had been waiting for this day for many years.

From the day he first saw the photos of the starry sky sent back by the Explorer, he actively participated in training while waiting.

Wait until the spaceship is built, until the astronauts are trained, until the supreme god gives the order.

Now he has waited for it; he is in the starry sky, sitting in a spaceship, looking at the stars.

"Everyone, check the equipment." His voice was steady.

The astronauts dispersed from the portholes.

Someone floated back to their seat and checked the data on the instrument panel.

Someone was adjusting the communicator and testing communication signals with the other 19 spacecraft.

The cockpit bustled with activity; the beeps of instruments, the clatter of keyboards, and the sounds of conversation mingled together.

The spaceship flew through the void at a high speed, but the stars outside the porthole remained motionless.

They are too far away, so far that no change in their location can be seen.

Someone took out a notebook to take notes. The words on the notebook were crooked and scraggly. In the weightless state, their hands were out of control.

Suddenly, one of the astronauts spoke up. "Do you think we can find a new world?"

There was a moment of silence in the cockpit.

"We can find it." The captain's voice was firm.

"What if we can't find it?"

"Then keep searching until you find it."

No one asked anymore. The spaceship continued its flight, and the stars continued to shine. The darkness outside the porthole was deep and seemed endless.

The elderly astronaut next to him wasn't looking out the window; he was staring at the data on the instrument panel.

Speed, altitude, fuel consumption—everything is normal.