Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

As soon as the ceremony ended and Cersei announced the start of the celebrations, the representatives on the viewing platform began to move.

The first one to come up was Chief Star Officer Kroll of the Star Observatory.

She walked slowly to Lynn, a faint smile on her face:

"Chief Lynn, the observatory doesn't have anything valuable, except for a fragment of star trails. This item can be used to trace the trajectory of fate, which may save you from disaster at a critical moment."

Her attendants presented her with a black wooden box.

The box was opened, revealing a crystal the size of a fingernail, with tiny specks of starlight swirling within.

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

A destiny imprint? Can it change one's fate?

This is a good thing. I'm going to the underworld anyway, and I might need to "go against fate".

But the fact that it was sent by this star lord made Lynn a little uneasy, as he had a strong sense of conspiracy.

Judging from the fact that the Star Lord sent this tool to change fate, it should be something that the "fate-defying faction" would do.

But what if it's a trap set by the "traditionalists"? They might not be able to stand being betrayed at a crucial moment.

We should ask Xingjian about the Star Lord's stance.

Lynn nodded calmly and accepted the gift: "You're very kind, Lord Star Official."

"You're too kind, sir." Krol bowed and returned to his original position.

Next up was Baruch of the Molten Core.

His voice was loud and clear. With a wave of his hand, two attendants behind him carried over a crimson box.

"Chief Lynn, I, the Heart of the Molten Core, present you with a piece of Earth Core Refined Gold. This stuff can be used to forge weapons and golems. It's tough enough and can automatically absorb fire elements to replenish its energy."

The box was opened, and a wave of heat hit us.

Inside was a fist-sized piece of dark gold metal, with faint magma-like patterns flowing on its surface.

"Good stuff." Lynn glanced at it and gestured for the fallen angel to take it.

Baruch grinned: "I'm glad you like it, Chief. If you have the chance to come to the Heart of the Molten Core, I'll treat you to some Earthfire Wine."

A representative of the scholars from the Gray Tower stepped forward and handed over a thick manuscript:

"This is a copy of the 'Seven-Layer Structure Stability Theory.' Although Gray Tower and your institute have different philosophies, knowledge should still be exchanged."

Lynn took the manuscript and said, "Grey Tower's knowledge has always been rigorous."

The messenger of the Shadow Embrace, cloaked in black, spoke in a sinister voice: "Lord Lynn, my master has gifted you a core fragment of the Shadow Realm. From now on, your entry into the Shadows will be much less arduous."

He handed me something that looked like a black feather; it was cold to the touch, and its edges flickered between light and shadow.

The outer affairs deacon of the Tower of a Thousand Laws smiled and held up a crystal book:

"This contains three elemental transformation formulas, all of which are recent achievements of the Tower. If Chief Lynn is interested, the Tower of a Thousand Laws welcomes any discussion."

The druid representative from the Watchers of Life Woodland presented a wooden box containing a dark green seed.

"This is the 'Breath of the Ancient Tree.' If planted in a nature-type sacred mark domain or a small world, it can stabilize the earth's veins and harmonize the life and death energies."

The druid representative bowed slightly, "This is a small gesture of goodwill from our woodland."

Lady Black Dew from Lilith's Cottage was the last to come up. As she approached Lynn, she carried a faint, sweet fragrance.

"Lord Lynn, our cottage doesn't have any proper stuff, just some trinkets that aren't really presentable."

As she spoke, she handed over a small bottle.

"These contain three drops of 'Nightingale's Tears,' which can lull you into the sweetest dreams. If an adult is tired, put one drop on their pillow, and you're guaranteed a dreamless night."

Lynn raised an eyebrow and accepted it.

This thing is neither entirely serious nor entirely useless; it's also somewhat useful.

It was the turn of the representatives from the "Earth Pulse" Academy.

The visitor was a gentle-looking middle-aged witch. After delivering a box of earth-attribute rule crystals, she did not leave immediately.

"Lord Lynn, we at Earth Pulse have always valued talented juniors."

She said with a smile, "For those truly outstanding apprentices, the academy will take extra care of them and fully support their advancement, ensuring that the younger generation has no worries."

The representatives of the surrounding factions looked bewildered. What did this person mean by mentioning taking care of an apprentice in front of a Saint Mark Chief?

This topic is rather abrupt.

Lynn understood.

He nodded, his tone tinged with approval: "Your academy is people-oriented and acts with compassion. If any outstanding juniors emerge in the future, we will need your guidance."

The middle-aged witch's smile deepened: "Rest assured, sir, we will do our best."

She was saying this only to Lynn.

Lin Shu felt the earth pulsating, and the academy would fully support her cultivation and advancement, and would never let her suffer the slightest grievance again.

Lynn didn't say much on the surface, but she remembered this kindness in her heart.

Although he didn't care much about his daughter, he wouldn't refuse if he could use his influence to pave an extra step for her.

After the representatives of each faction finished presenting their gifts, they were quickly led away by the Soul Hunters.

Next, people from within the academy stepped forward.

The first to arrive was the necromancer's second-in-command.

This man was an old general under Victor, dressed in gray armor, with a cold and hard expression.

"Lord Lynn, Chief Victor is currently on the battlefield in the Abyss and cannot leave. He has entrusted me to deliver a small gift."

He handed over a domino: "This is the 'Order of Ten Thousand Armies,' which can summon a million-strong undead army, unrestricted by distance or terrain, and completely obedient to you."

This is essentially giving Lynn a million cannon fodder directly, but it's hard to estimate their value because we don't know their rank.

Lynn nodded: "Please thank Chief Victor for me. The situation at the front is critical, and he's still thinking of the academy."

The necromancer's deputy bowed and withdrew.

The flesh-and-blood type second-in-command immediately stepped forward.

He was carrying a black cage, inside which was a strange creature with a rather large head.

The thing was small in body, but its head took up 70% of its volume, and its head was covered with soft tubes and wrinkles.

"Lord Lynn, Chief Grassa is currently cultivating a new aggregate and cannot leave for the time being. She asked me to deliver this."

Lynn looked down at the small creature in the cage, feeling its frail body, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

The flesh-and-blood deputy explained, "This is a 'Cluster Brain Beast' bred by Chief Grasha. Although it has no combat power, it can serve as a secondary brain for wizards, directly connecting with the undead army and unifying the control of the legion."

"As long as they are in the same world, no matter how far away the dead are, they can be commanded in a precise manner."

"Oh?" Lynn became interested.

"It can handle multiple legion-level commands simultaneously, and can also refine them down to the coordination of individual undead squads or even individual undead units."

The deputy continued.

"Using it will greatly improve the coordination and tactical execution capabilities of the undead army."

Lynn observed the brain beast from outside the cage.

The little creature opened its round eyes and stared back at him, making a "chirp" sound, looking rather ugly-cute.

This small body is actually a super powerful "processor"?