Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After leaving the planet belonging to the Holy Flame Judgment, Lynn stood on the stone platform at the next transit point.

The light from the teleportation array had not completely faded, and silvery-white light danced beneath his feet.

This is a small planet, with scarce resources and few inhabitants.

Beside the stone platform stood an apprentice wearing a gray robe and an iron-gray badge pinned to his chest.

This is an ordinary neutral faction, not affiliated with any major academy.

Generally, such forces are already quite formidable if they have even one Saint-level wizard in charge; some may even have only a third-ring wizard at their strongest.

Lynn crouched down and took out a carving knife from the ring.

The gray-robed apprentice, seemingly used to being cowardly, did not stop them.

After Lynn finished carving a complete communication magic circle, he carved his own holy mark in the center of the magic circle, and then carved the communication frequency below the mark.

Only then did he stand up and look at the apprentice.

"I am Lynn, the Stigmata Wizard of the Bone Spire. This magic circle is my communication base station. Keep an eye on it and don't let anyone destroy it. If anyone touches it, contact me immediately."

Saintly Stigmata Wizard?

The apprentice's mouth gaped open, seemingly in disbelief.

He didn't know whether to agree or refuse. Lynn didn't wait for his answer, walked onto the teleportation array, and went to the next transfer point.

He believed that this small faction would not dare to refuse the request of a Saint Mark Wizard.

The apprentice stood still, clutching the communication device in his hand. After hesitating for a long time, he finally dialed the frequency of the garrisoned wizard.

Similar scenes were repeated at the next few transit points.

Some forces agreed, while others hesitated before agreeing as well.

No one wants to offend a Saint Mark Wizard, even if the spell array is against the rules.

If you encounter a planet belonging to the Holy Flame Judgment Academy, go around it and take a detour through a transit point of another power.

It took more time and more magic stones, but the coverage area of ​​the communication base station did not decrease.

Every base station is connected, and the signal is transmitted from the node in the east to the node in the west, and from the node in the west to the node in the north, forming a network.

Even if one or two points of this network are down, it doesn't matter. The signal will be weaker, but it will still reach the destination.

Lynn stood on the stone platform at the nearest transit point to the academy and put away his carving knife.

This area falls within the territory of the Bone Spire. Upon learning of Lynn's purpose, the garrison wizard decisively opened the door wide for them.

This is a rising star in the academy, a potential candidate to advance to the Great True Spirit realm; normally, there's no opportunity to curry favor with him.

Now that the opportunity has presented itself, it's natural not to refuse.

Finally, Lynn stepped onto the teleportation array, and a white light engulfed his figure.

He went back to the academy.

Back in the lab, Lynn leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

In half a month, he visited hundreds of transit points, deployed spaceships, and carved communication magic arrays on the teleportation stone platforms at each point, leaving behind holy marks and communication frequencies.

The wizarding world is too vast; his progress over the past two weeks has been quite fast.

If all those planets and worlds belonged to the Bone Spire, the academy would have already laid out communication base stations, saving him the time and effort.

The academy does sell ultra-long-range communication gadgets, a set that can cover half the wizarding world, but the price...

He shook his head.

The price of a set of magical artifacts is probably enough for him to buy several small worlds.

Thinking of the small world, Lynn opened his eyes.

We can't waste any more time!

I only had two years of leisure time during my advancement to the Saint Mark, which I used to stabilize my realm and refine my methods.

Two years from now, I will likely be assigned by the academy to be stationed on the front lines, and it will be difficult for me to freely explore and devour new worlds again.

I must seize these two years to improve myself, ideally reaching the mid-level of the Saintly Mark. This will give me another two years to consolidate my cultivation before heading to the Underworld to capture a baby and bring Lin Chen back...

The goblins don't know when they'll be able to explore the new world, and I can't put all my eggs in one basket.

He needs to find a suitable world to devour, needs more chains of rules to fill it, and needs more world power to accumulate.

Devouring the world is the fastest way, but you need to find the right target.

Ideally, one should find a "post-apocalyptic world" like the "Goblin World" so that they can buy it at rock-bottom prices and devour it directly.

Lynn took out the nameplate and began to look at the catalog of the academy's expansion missions.

The academy updates its records monthly, showing the coordinates of known worlds, resource assessments, conquest difficulty, and purchase prices.

He flipped through a few pages, then a few more.

Most of the conquered worlds are very expensive; if you want to acquire ownership, the minimum price is over a million magic stones.

Moreover, they are mostly small worlds with little value and resources, not worth developing, and naturally their rules are also very weak.

The smallest world, only a fraction of the size of the goblin world, costs over a million magic stones.

Buying a world to become the "world's governor" is the dream of many wizards, which is why the price has always remained high.

But there are also cheap worlds, those that have not yet been conquered, or those with harsh environments.

These worlds are not formally brought under the control of the Academy; the Academy only holds nominal ownership.

If you want to actually take control, you have to fight your way through it yourself!

Such a low price of 200,000 in the goblin world is a rare find.

However, given my own strength, it shouldn't be too difficult to win this battle, making it the most cost-effective option for me.

Lynn's finger traced across the catalog a few times, and he suddenly spotted a medium-sized world with an incredibly low price—the Source Realm.

The introduction is very short, only a few lines.

The "Source Realm" is an extremely chaotic world located in the cracks of the multiverse, surrounded by spacetime turbulence.

The world is interspersed with projections and fragments of other worlds, and is teeming with powerful chaotic life forms and spatial life forms.

The strongest was a Chaos Dragon of the Saint Mark level.

The surrounding spacetime turbulence acts as a natural barrier, making it impossible for ordinary wizards to invade.

Price: 500,000 magic stones.

Note: This price only includes the title of "Lord of the Realm"; actual control will only be effective after conquest.

Lynn's finger paused on the line "five hundred thousand".

A medium-sized world for only 500,000 magic stones? That's much more cost-effective than a goblin world!

That's a real bargain price!

He glanced at his ring; it was mostly made of materials and resources, with not much magic stone, but he still had 800,000, which was enough to pay the price.

He put the catalog on the table, stood up, and walked out of the laboratory.

We need to hurry, or someone else will beat us to it.

There weren't many people in the hall of the War Affairs Office. A few wizards were standing in front of the counter handing in their tasks, and an apprentice was organizing documents.

Lynn walked to the empty counter, turned to the page on the Source Realm in the catalog, and placed it on the table.

"I want to buy all of it."

The butler at the counter was a middle-aged man from the Second Ring Road, wearing a gray robe.

He picked up the catalog and glanced at it, then looked at Lynn, his eyes full of surprise.

"The Origin Realm? My lord, are you sure?"

Lynn nodded, somewhat puzzled as to why this person had this attitude.

The deacon put down the catalog and took out a document from under the counter.

"My lord, the price of the Origin Realm is 500,000 magic stones, but there are a few things that need to be explained in advance."

He opened the document and pointed to a line of text.

"There are a lot of spacetime turbulence on the outer edge of the Source Realm. Ordinary teleportation arrays cannot enter directly. You need to find a way to get through the turbulence yourself, or find a stable passage."

"In addition, there is a Chaos Dragon inside the Origin Realm, whose strength is between the initial and intermediate levels of the Saint Mark. Its territory occupies one-third of the Origin Realm. If we want to actually control the Origin Realm, we must deal with it first."

Lynn nodded. "I know all of that."

The deacon closed the document.

"There's one more thing that wasn't marked on the mission panel, and that's why this planet is so cheap."

"When the academy explored the Origin Realm, they discovered that the group of people from the Chaos Egg were wandering around this world, and they probably also discovered this world."

"They are a bunch of madmen, madmen who study chaos and the abyss. If they also covet the Origin Realm, they might come looking for trouble once they know you have taken it over."