Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

In the void, Marfa's soul hovered in front of Lynn.

Compared to the other souls, which were blurry or even just a shadow, Marfa's soul maintained an extremely complete and clear human-shaped outline.

Aside from looking somewhat unreal, they are not much different from real people.

As the chief instructor of the Soul Department and having been immersed in soul magic for many years, Marfa's soul is naturally very powerful.

If she manages to escape alive, she is confident that she can regain her strength using only this soul body.

But now, Marfa has temporarily put her escape out of her mind and is staring blankly at Lynn's actions.

After the Void Crystal exploded, her soul returned to the void, and then she watched as Lynn went from looking pained to looking normal.

Watching Lynn "pull" a black stone out of the void to activate it.

As Lynn played back the footage frame by frame, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

This scene gave Marfa a sudden realization.

Damn it, I've been tricked by this kid!!

Seeing Lynn put away the memory stone and the completely relaxed expression on his face, Marfa couldn't hold back any longer.

Her soul trembled violently, and she couldn't suppress the shock and anger on her face.

Marfa opened her mouth and roared hysterically.

When a soul speaks, it cannot make a sound, but Lynn's spiritual power can clearly sense what she wants to express and "hear" what she says.

"How is this possible...? How...how are you...unharmed..."

Her words came out in fits and starts, as if even she herself didn't know where to begin her question.

"I clearly activated the ring... Even if the Soul-Devouring Needle Crystal couldn't completely kill you, it should have crippled you... Why did you...?"

Her voice, coming from spiritual energy, carried a sense of fragmentation, as if each word had been broken apart and then pieced back together.

Lynn turned to look at her, grinned, and a bright smile appeared on his face, showing no trace of pain.

He raised the ring on his left hand, then took it off his finger and tossed it twice in the air.

"Oh? You mean this?"

His tone was casual: "I told you a long time ago that this stuff is good, why wouldn't you believe me?"

Having said that, he opened the ring and his mental energy stirred slightly.

The replaced golden-white liquid squeezed out from the edge of the ring face and condensed into a round droplet in the void.

After being "catalyzed" by Marfa, half of the liquid droplet had evaporated, and its volume was smaller than before, but its surface was still filled with rich holy light.

Lynn picked up the drop of liquid, showed it to Marfa, and then, to her astonishment, put it directly into her mouth.

He chewed twice and swallowed...

After swallowing, Lynn still looked like he wanted more.

Then he smacked his lips and gave Marfa a thumbs up:

"This drop of holy liquid is quite good, very pure. After drinking it, my body feels warm and comfortable."

Marfa's soul froze at that moment.

She watched Lynn swallow the drop of golden-white liquid, observed his relaxed and casual expression, and looked at the empty ring face that was now devoid of liquid...

Damn it!

After all these years of dominating the wizarding world, I never imagined I'd end up falling for a brat who hasn't even grown his first hair yet.

It turns out that from the very beginning, I was just a clown...

It's laughable that I thought I could turn the tide, but now it seems that I'm still just a joke in front of Lynn.

"You replaced it...you replaced it from the very beginning...."

When her voice came from her mental energy, the edges began to break and reverberate.

"You...you knew all along..."

"So...you've been playing me all along...all this time...you've been wearing it...you've made me think you're being controlled..."

At this point, Malfa could no longer contain herself. Her soul lunged forward, her fingers outstretched: "You—!"

Lynn didn't dodge; he didn't even take a single step back.

It's just the impotent rage of a soul; what can it do besides scare him?

Given Marfa's current state of anger and resentment, if she were to be refined into a vengeful spirit, it would be extremely formidable.

I'll prepare it properly when I have time later.

Aside from their soul and body, a wizard's greatest value lies in their knowledge.

As the chief mentor of the Soul System, Marfa must be exceptional in his mastery of the soul.

Only by extracting all her knowledge and turning it into a vengeful spirit, squeezing out all its value, can we avoid wasting it.

A large black banner appeared out of thin air and was held in the hands of the man.

It is none other than the famous "Banner of Ten Thousand Souls"!

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls unfolded from Lynn's hand, spreading out in the void and enveloping the soul that was rushing towards him.

Marfa's voice came out at the last moment before the banner closed, intermittently reaching his consciousness through mental power:

"Lynn...you—you're despicable!"

"I curse you—I curse you to be..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was completely sucked into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Then the banner rolled up tightly and sealed, completely cutting off Marfa's chance of survival.

Lynn had no interest in hearing Marfa curse herself like that.

Although it doesn't really have any impact, it still bothers me.

After dealing with Marfa's soul, Lynn also stored her body in the Stigmata World, keeping the storage equipment separately for later study.

Lynn also entered the world of the Holy Mark, where there were other "loot" waiting for him to collect.

Within the world of the Holy Marks, a greyish-white sky shrouds the entire Isle of Death.

Vientiane stood in the center of the island, his greyish-white robe fluttering gently in the light breeze, making him appear exceptionally sacred.

Lynn's gaze swept over the area behind Wanxiang that was covered by witch arrays, alchemical patterns, and a giant net of rules.

The two members of the Chaos Egg who were pulled into the Stigmata World were lying on the ground. There were no obvious wounds on their bodies, but their breaths had completely stopped.

It's like something has ripped out your soul from the inside, leaving only an empty shell.

Their souls are trapped in a nearby magic array, and they are still struggling to return to their bodies.

Once a soul reaches the edge and comes into contact with the array pattern, it will be bounced back upon contact with the surface of the array pattern.

Unable to break through or dissipate, it can only move slowly within the range of the array patterns, without direction or purpose.

Marfa's three ghosts were suspended in another area.

Two of them were mid-level Saint Mark vengeful spirits, and one was a low-level Saint Mark ghost, all of whom had human appearances.

It appears to have been crafted by Marfa using the soul of a wizard.

They still carried out Malfa's last command, and upon seeing Lynn, they wanted to rush up and fight.

The three ghosts naturally couldn't cause any trouble and were directly suppressed by Wanxiang.