Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

In the Abyss Battlefield, besides the massive number of cannon fodder demons, there are also some high-level demons.

Seeing the Titan skeletons wreaking havoc on the front lines, some demons couldn't sit still any longer.

A Saint-level demon overlord leaped up from behind the demon army, not flying, but instead stepping on the heads of countless low-level demons as it pounced on the Titan.

Some low-ranking demons couldn't withstand the trampling, and their heads were crushed into their chests, a particularly cruel sight.

The demon overlord was over forty meters tall, his body shrouded in black smoke, and he wielded a giant axe in each hand, slamming it down on the golem's chest.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Two white marks were slashed into the golem's chest, but they quickly healed with the help of the earth's power.

As the ultimate war machine forged from the remains of the Earth Titan, it can receive a continuous stream of blessings as long as it stands on the ground!

The golem glanced down at the warlord, then slammed down with its right fist. The warlord raised his axe to block, but his arm was smashed off.

The golem seized its head and slammed it to the ground, then stepped on its chest and crushed it with force.

The demon overseer's chest collapsed, and black blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

It tried to struggle, but the golem's eyes shone with a gray light that pierced its face, forcibly pulling its soul from its body.

"This power far surpasses that of ordinary high-ranking demons with holy marks," Victor thought to himself.

"After we get back, we'll need to modify the power output structure of the left arm again, and it would be best to forge a suitable weapon."

Just then, the nameplate in his sleeve trembled.

Victor took it out and saw that it was an internal notice from the academy.

[Lynn, the Lord of All Things, will assume the position of Chief Instructor of the Soul Department. An appointment ceremony will be held at the academy in three days.]

He had only glanced at it casually at first, but when he saw the contents, the smile on his face froze.

"Lynn, taking over as the chief of the Soul Department?" Victor's eyes widened in surprise.

"Wait... what about Marfa? Was she taken down?"

Having spent these days on the Abyss Battlefield, he was unaware of what was happening within the academy. He immediately dialed the communication number of the academy's necromancy deputy, who answered quickly.

"What's been going on at the academy lately? Where's Marfa?" Victor asked.

The deputy said over there:

"My Lord, Marfa is dead. Lynn killed Marfa in retaliation. The academy's investigation is over, and the Soul Department has been handed over to him."

Victor's heart trembled violently, and he tightened his grip on the nameplate: "Explain clearly, without omitting a single word."

The deputy gave a brief account of the situation.

Marfa colluded with the Chaos Egg to ambush and kill Lynn, bringing a group of demons and Abyssal Nightmares, but was ultimately defeated by Lynn, who fought back against twenty-three of them.

The entire photo was recorded, and the academy has finalized its decision.

Lynn has now taken over Marfa's shop and former subordinates, officially becoming the head of the Soul Department.

After listening, Victor remained silent for several seconds before cursing, "Marfa's cultivation over the years has all gone to waste."

"Such a cunning person couldn't outsmart a mere brat in the end!"

He cursed, but he knew the truth in his heart.

Marfa isn't weak; it's Lynn who's too strong.

The Chaos Egg had been rampaging through the wizarding world for many years, even causing the academy to suffer losses, but it was almost wiped out by Lynn alone.

This combat power is truly outrageous.

In this world, it still comes down to might; only those with strong fists have a voice!

The deputy gave a few more reports, mentioning that Lynn's undead and Stigmata-level combatants were not to be underestimated, with several Stigmata-level individuals alone.

After listening, Victor suddenly sighed:

"That apprentice back then had truly remarkable potential. In just over a decade, he's now on par with me."

He looked up at the Titan skeleton golems still ravaging the battlefield in the distance, as if looking at his most prized creation.

"If he had become my apprentice and merged with my skeletal golem back then, the golem's potential would probably have been increased even further."

Victor whispered, "Maybe we can even reach the peak of the Saintly Mark, or even the threshold of the True Spirit realm!"

He shook his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Back then, Lynn didn't choose himself or Malfa, but instead chose the old madman Gregor, thinking the kid was a bit silly.

Now it seems that the path that kid chose on his own was far better than being his apprentice.

The deputy on the other side asked, "Chief, will you be able to return in time for his appointment ceremony?"

Victor looked at the battlefield in the distance.

"Forget it, I can't make it back in time. This godforsaken place can't be left unattended for even a day. Just prepare a generous gift and send it out in my name."

"Yes, Chief."

Victor hung up the communication and put the nameplate away.

The battlefronts on the Abyss battlefield are becoming increasingly tense, and the demons' offensive is becoming more and more frenzied.

Not only him, but other war enthusiasts, such as the chiefs of the Death, Plague, War, and Fear factions, are now active on the front lines, and they certainly can't go back either.

Just as Victor was about to continue giving instructions, another communication came in.

This time it was Negras who sent the message, asking him to go to the rear palace.

Victor glanced at the battlefield, and to prevent any mishaps to the Titan skeleton while he was away, he decisively shouted to his second-in-command:

"Have the Titans retreat two kilometers and set up defensive arrays on the front line. I'm leaving for a while."

"Yes!" The deputy accepted the order and left.

In the distance, the Titan skeleton golem slowly turned around and began to retreat.

The demons tried to give chase, but were stopped by a barrage of lich bullets. The death knights charged from the side of the Titan skeleton and intercepted the enemy.

The demons suffered heavy casualties from the charge and trampling, and had no choice but to give up their pursuit of the Titan skeleton.

The entire battlefield was littered with corpses, with layers upon layers of undead and demon bodies piled up.

However, neither side seemed to care much.

After all, this situation has been going on for a long time, with a large number of casualties every day.

The abyss is never short of cannon fodder. The abyss is a multi-front war with thousands of layers, and it is constantly expanding, absorbing all kinds of corpses and souls.

Every day, the Abyss Sea "spews out" countless demon worms and little demons.

Creatures corrupted by the abyss will transform into cannon fodder demons such as lesser demons, imps, scythe demons, cowardly demons, deformed demons, and primal demons.

Therefore, the Abyss is never short of cannon fodder.

As for Victor, needless to say, the corpses on the battlefield are excellent sources of soldiers.

Under the influence of Negras's "Corridor of the Dead," these corpses will soon be able to stand up again and become new troops.

Victor walked down from the high platform and through the layers of defenses.

The undead warriors automatically parted the path, their bone spears and shields held straight up.

He rushed to the central core area, where a gray-white palace floated, which was Nagras's "Wandering Wizard Palace".

The palace was small, but it exuded a chilling aura of death.

Victor walked into the palace and saw Negras standing on the terrace, his back to him, watching the battlefield.

As the "pillar of stability" guarding this area, Negras is the unshakeable ruler of this place when the true spirit does not appear. He is a "barrier of despair" that no demon dares to easily touch!