Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The light from the teleportation array faded, and Lynn was now standing on a platinum stone platform.

Beside the stone platform stood a young man, dressed in a white short robe with a golden badge pinned to his chest, radiating an aura of holy light.

The badge features a sword stuck in a book, the very symbol of the Holy Flame Judgment Academy.

The apprentice saw the teleportation array light up, looked up, saw Lynn, and quickly walked over to greet him.

"Sir, welcome to Transfer Station S-87 of the Holy Flame Judgment Academy. Would you like to continue your journey or rest?"

The apprentice's voice was respectful, but his eyes showed some nervousness.

He saw Lynn's robe, a dark purple one, seemingly the wizard's robe of their archenemy, the Bone Spire, with a mark on his right breast...

He had never seen this kind of mark before, but it looked unusual.

Lynn did not answer, but walked around the stone platform on his own.

The southeast corner of the stone platform has a flat stone slab and is far from the teleportation rune, making it a good spot.

He took out a carving knife from the ring and repeated the previous steps.

The apprentice frowned slightly.

How can this person be so natural? Does he think this is his own academy?

"Sir, it is a rule of the academy that you cannot inscribe witchcraft arrays around teleportation arrays."

His voice was a little louder than before, but still very respectful.

Lynn didn't look up. A grayish-white light shone between his fingers, gathering at the tip of the carving knife as he began to carve the first rune.

The apprentice's expression changed. He quickly walked to the edge of the stone platform and stopped a few steps away from Lynn, not daring to approach.

"Sir, please stop. It is strictly forbidden to inscribe witchcraft arrays around the teleportation array, otherwise it will affect the teleportation effect. This is a rule of the academy."

His voice was much louder, but it was clearly not very strong.

Lynn still ignored him; a mere apprentice's words were not enough to make him stop.

At the very least, it needs to be substantial enough; otherwise... it's just nonsense.

The carving knife sliced ​​across the stone slab, leaving behind fine, silvery-white lines.

He finished carving the first rune and began carving the second...

Seeing that Lynn ignored him, the apprentice didn't dare to stop him and ran away.

He ran into a stone house next to the stone platform, where a middle-aged wizard dressed in a white robe was sitting.

The middle-aged wizard wore a silver badge on his chest, signifying that he was a full-fledged third-ring wizard. He was reading a book when he heard footsteps and looked up.

"Master, a wizard has arrived at the teleportation array. He's inscribing a magic array, and I can't stop him," the apprentice said urgently.

The middle-aged wizard was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, clearly having never encountered such a situation before.

He frowned, put down the book, and walked out of the stone house.

He saw Lynn squatting in the southeast corner of the stone platform, holding a carving knife in his hand, and the silver-white patterns on the stone slab were spreading.

His pupils contracted slightly as he saw Lynn's robe and the mark.

This is... a Stigmata?!

And it's a holy mark from the Bone Spire!

His legs paused for a moment, but he still suppressed his fear and walked over, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Sir, please stop."

The middle-aged wizard was extremely respectful, but there was no smile on his face.

"It is strictly forbidden to inscribe witchcraft arrays around teleportation arrays. This is a rule of the Holy Flame Judgment Academy. Your actions are making things very difficult for me."

Lynn didn't look at him and continued carving.

The third rune, the fourth, and the fifth.

The middle-aged wizard's face darkened.

Even the Bone Spire cannot so blatantly disregard the Holy Flame Judgment Academy, can it?

However, he was also afraid if he were to actually stop them.

If this person were to slap him to death, the academy would certainly not let it go, and a conflict between the two major forces would be highly likely.

But... I don't want to throw myself into the fire.

You should contact the college.

He took out a communication device from his pocket and infused it with his mental energy to communicate with the academy.

Soon, a voice came from the other end of the magical artifact. "What is it?"

"My lord, a Saintly Stigmata Wizard from the Bone Spire has arrived at the Northern Transfer Station and is inscribing a magic array next to the teleportation array. I cannot stop him. What should I do?"

The middle-aged wizard's voice was very low.

There was a moment of silence on the other end. "The Stigmata of the Bone Spire? Who?"

The middle-aged wizard glanced at Lynn's robe, then at the mark.

"I don't recognize him. His robe is dark purple, and there is an unfamiliar holy mark on his right chest."

"There are two fish inside the circle, one dark gold and one bright gold, and there are eight golden branches outside the circle..."

There was a few more moments of silence on the other end, clearly they were searching for information.

The stigmata he was unfamiliar with must be newly acquired.

In recent years, the only newly added Stigmata in the Bone Spire has been Lynn, the Lord of All Things!

The voice from the other end rang out again.

"I disagree. The people from the Bone Spire are carving witchcraft arrays on our territory? Who knows what they're carving, or if they're using any other methods?"

"What if what looks like a communication magic array also hides an eavesdropping magic array? Is it a teleportation anchor or an attack magic array? Can you tell?"

Sweat beaded on the middle-aged wizard's forehead. "I can't see through the methods of the Holy Mark."

"That's right. We can't agree to it. Let him go. If he's stubborn, the academy's holy marks will be sent immediately." The voice on the other end was cold.

The middle-aged wizard put away his communication device, feeling confident, and walked up to Lynn.

"My lord, I have just consulted the academy, and they do not agree to you inscribing the magic array here. Please do not make things difficult for me, otherwise the academy's holy marks will arrive in an instant."

Lynn reluctantly stopped carving and looked up at him.

That glance was indifferent, but the middle-aged wizard's back was soaked with sweat, cold sweat streaming down his spine.

Lynn looked down at the runes on the stone slab.

It's already half-carved, with seven runes connected together.

It's a pity...

But thinking about it, it makes sense. The Holy Flame Judgment and the Bone Spire are both top-tier forces and have been enemies for many years. It's already a favor if they don't stab each other in the back, so how could they possibly do them a favor?

Lynn put the carving knife back into his ring, acting as if nothing had happened.

"Teleportation array, to the nearby transfer point."

The middle-aged wizard, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly turned and waved to his apprentice. "Quickly, activate the teleportation array."

The apprentice ran to the control panel and ran his finger across the runes.

The teleportation array lit up and began to hum.

Lynn stepped onto the teleportation array and stood still.

The middle-aged wizard stood at the edge of the stone platform and bowed deeply. "Please take care, sir."

A white light rose from beneath his feet, engulfing Lynn's figure.

He disappeared.

The middle-aged wizard straightened up, walked quickly to the southeast corner of the stone platform, squatted down, and looked at the runes that were only half-carved.

The silvery-white patterns spread across the stone slab, looking extremely intricate.

His hand hovered above the rune, not daring to touch it.

This thing was, after all, the work of the Holy Mark. He was afraid that these runes would explode and wipe him and the planet away.

He glanced back at the apprentice and decisively gave the order.

"Go, remove the runes."

The apprentice dared not disobey the order and carefully took out a carving knife to clean up the marks.

The apprentice spent half an hour erasing all the patterns, leaving nothing on the stone slab except for the marks left by the carving knife.

The middle-aged wizard stood beside the stone platform, watching the marks disappear before finally letting out a sigh of relief.