Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After reading the memories of the four alchemists, Lynn extracted the information and stored it in the "Memory Library," then went to look at the soul of the intermediate alchemist.

He found Casper's face in his memory, saw Aldrick's profile, and also saw the defensive key areas marked on the map by the six alchemists.

Casper was right; Aldrick was attempting to become an Alchemist Sage, and he couldn't leave the alchemy chamber until he completed the breakthrough.

This way, Lynn could act more boldly.

Lynn sealed away the souls, stood up, and climbed back onto the dragon.

The chaotic dragon suddenly took flight and began heading towards the core of the world.

Lynn sat on the dragon's back and took out the memory map marked with key defensive areas from the Stigmata Domain and looked at it again.

The suppression of the world's will is still there, and it's even stronger than when we first entered.

As the upheavals of the world's ascension gradually subside, the world's will is shifting its focus from stabilizing its borders to defending against invaders, and the sense of oppression is gradually intensifying.

This is definitely bad news for me.

An invisible weight pressed down on him, like wearing a thick, waterlogged coat, making each movement require extra effort.

He tried to forcibly mobilize the Myriad Manifestations Mark to seize control of the world's rules, but the result was that it was difficult to shake them.

The will of the great world was more steadfast than he had anticipated. Before it, all things were like a child who had not yet learned to walk, unable to even stand steadily, let alone contend for it.

Lynn took out a blank crystal from the Stigmata Domain, twirled it in his palm, and then put it back.

Conventional methods are not working here; he needs to try a different approach.

He needs to weaken the power of this world's will before that oppression fully takes shape.

The most direct way to weaken the world's will is to massacre the world's native inhabitants.

He knows this one well!

One of the sources of power for the world's will is the will of the living beings it carries; with each death of an indigenous person, the world's will weakens by one point.

The more people die, the lighter the oppression becomes.

Furthermore, during the process of killing the natives, the corpses of those killed can be transformed by necromancy and added to his undead army.

Souls possessing alchemical talents can be extracted to nourish their main soul or used for knowledge extraction, without being wasted.

Very well, let's unleash the true "Cataclysm of the Dead" right here in this world!

Thinking of this, Lynn first gave instructions to the various "leaders" in the small world, telling them to prepare their armies.

Then, the Sacred Mark Domain was opened in a wasteland.

A grayish-white light spread across the sky of the alchemical world, like a newly formed cloud.

The entrance to the Stigmata Realm slowly opened behind him, and countless teams began to emerge from the light.

The goblin troops were the first to emerge.

The magic tanks lined up in a column, their tracks leaving parallel dark tracks as they rolled across the gray-white ground.

Various magical mechs followed behind, each step they took causing a dull tremor.

The airship hovered higher up, its massive hull moving slowly, casting shadows across the ground and covering the entire area where people were gathering.

There are also a large number of infantry units armed with magical firearms and dressed in combat uniforms.

Then came the orc legion, wielding crude stone axes and iron hammers, clad in leather armor, their heavy breathing blending together.

Orcs are clearly not productive, and compared to the goblins who have a rather "cyber" style, they are like primitive people.

The human legion followed behind the orcs, their iron weapons and armor reflecting the greyish-white light of the sky. They formed a more orderly square formation with more even spacing.

The undead army surged out of the Isle of Death like a silent tide.

The undead were larger than the previous three legions combined, stretching to the very edge of the field of vision.

Four armies stretched out across the gray wasteland, each extending beyond the horizon.

Subsequently, four Saint-level underlings—Godly Abomination, Demon Eye, Void Bat Demon, and Nether Wolf—emerged from the domain and stood beside Lynn.

Lynn nodded to them. "Let's begin. Each of you lead one unit, and reorganize them into a mixed force."

After receiving the order, the four quickly began to form a team.

The god-like being led the first team.

Its wings stabilized after switching between three colors, waiting for the ranks below to regroup.

A mixed army composed of undead, orcs, humans, and goblins with magical powers has been reorganized.

Soon, the Divine Abomination led that mixed force into the southwestern horizon.

The Demon Eye hovered above the second team, leading the second mixed army southeastward.

The Voidbat led its third team to disperse to the northwest. Although its power had been weakened by its current state as a half-undead, it was still formidable.

The Ghost Wolf led the fourth group, silently surging into the northeastern plains like a black tide.

The Sacred Mark Domain spewed forth its energy for a long time before it finished spewing out all the troops.

Four major armies, each with tens of millions of soldiers!

Together, the four forces amount to a total of forty million troops, enough to turn the alchemy world upside down!

However, the Alchemy World is now a large world with a vast area, and it would be too inefficient to simply sweep through those villages in the wilderness.

These four armies primarily attacked densely populated towns, massacring the indigenous population on a large scale.

The four armies dispersed in four directions, like four knives simultaneously piercing the alchemical world.

As the troops dispersed on the ground, a light but persistent stench of blood rose from the earth, like a thin mist clinging to the surface, slowly spreading in the direction of the wind.

As more and more "otherworldly auras" appeared, the world's will became aware of them.

It sensed an immense threat!

In an instant, the sky churned and changed color, the clouds pressed low, the ground shook continuously, the river flowed backward, and the wind surged in from all directions at the same time.

The indigenous people, who had just recovered from the "world advancement," suffered again.

The natives in the desolate city stopped what they were doing. Some stood in the street looking up at the sky, some leaned against the door frame, and some put down their hoes.

They didn't know what had happened, but fear had already spread.

The high-level alchemists also sensed it.

The high-ranking alchemists who were conducting their daily research in their respective laboratories or alchemy rooms simultaneously felt a violent fluctuation in the connection between themselves and the world.

This is a warning from the world's will to them!

Aldrick, who was in seclusion at the time, also sensed it.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the alchemy array, his eyes closed, but the muscles between his brows tightened slightly.

He sensed the world's warning, but he did not open his eyes.

He is healing his own wounds, trying to resonate with the new rules, and doesn't want to be distracted at this crucial moment.

He pressed on that perception without interrupting the ongoing resonance and reshaping.

Let's leave it to someone else; I'm sure they can handle it.

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