Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Inside the Abyss Outpost, Lynn slowed his pace, glancing at each stall, occasionally bending down to pick up a piece of material to examine before putting it down.

Not far behind, a cold gaze seemed to pierce my back.

Lynn did not turn around.

Morpheus arrived sooner than he expected; thankfully, Malfa didn't come with him...

However... if a Saint-level being follows, will I be able to sense it?

Hmm... I had previously made an agreement with "Master's Wife" that she would keep Marfa in check so that I could focus on dealing with Morpheus.

My teacher's wife should be...reliable, right?

Well, after all, he's the deputy tower master in charge of "discipline" at the academy, so he should be more reliable than a chief of the soul department.

At this moment, a commotion could be faintly heard from the other side of the teleportation array. The whispers of several apprentices and the rapid sound of boots scraping against the stone slabs were all heard by Lynn's soul perception, which far surpassed that of his peers.

He remained unhurried, thoroughly exploring the entire market area before finally setting off towards the outpost.

We need to give that old guy some time to prepare.

As he stepped out of the outpost gate, he raised his hand and beckoned.

The Ring of the Dead flashed with an eerie light, and Megatron landed with heavy steps.

The dark gold skeleton gleamed with a cold metallic sheen under the crimson light of the abyss, its calamity-level dragon might silently emanating from it.

Lynn flipped onto his back, and Megatron roared as he propelled himself forward on all fours into the depths of the wasteland.

Lynn could sense the excitement emanating from Megatron's soul.

"Wuhu~ Take off!"

After wandering in the Ghost Mine for more than three years, I can finally run freely today!

At the outpost entrance, Morpheus watched the rapidly shrinking figure disappear into the distance, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"A mid-tier Calamity-level monster... Is this your greatest reliance? Your once-guardian bone dragon is now rather pathetic."

He raised his hand, and a giant eagle, its entire body made of gray-white bones and with a wingspan of over ten meters, tore through space and appeared.

Its eyes were as black as an abyss, and its claws were etched with visible folds of space.

Level 5, Cataclysmic!

"Keep up."

Morpheus and his five apprentices leaped onto the eagle's back.

The bone eagle flapped its wings and instantly soared to the height of the clouds. Each flap of its wings caused the surrounding air to shriek as if it were being torn apart.

Megatron's running speed far exceeded that of other undead of the same level, but Bone Eagle was still closing the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A difference of one level represents a complete crushing defeat.

Lynn looked up and could see the shadow swirling under the clouds, appearing and disappearing.

An ordinary second-ring wizard might not be able to detect it, but after the bloodline of the Starry Sky Beast and the multiple rounds of enhancement during his advancement, his five senses were already extremely powerful.

He patted Megatron's neck, slightly adjusted his direction, and rushed towards a narrow rift valley.

Upon seeing this, a fierce glint flashed in Morpheus's eyes, and he commanded the bone eagle to land ahead of schedule.

Since you've already chosen your burial place, don't blame me.

Morpheus chose an extremely tricky location; the terrain narrows at the entrance of the rift valley, with steep cliffs on both sides, making it a necessary route for Megatron.

He took out twelve bone stakes, each half a person tall, from his spatial equipment and wedged them into the ground in specific positions. Each stake was topped with a deep red soul core filled with resentment.

"Stand inside and keep the magic array running," Morpheus commanded.

The five apprentices dared not slack off and each went to their respective positions, channeling their spiritual energy into the bone stakes.

One by one, the crimson soul cores lit up, outlining complex and twisted blood-red patterns.

Morpheus, meanwhile, did his best to suppress the fluctuations of the magic array to avoid being detected by Lynn.

Lynn rode to the entrance of the rift valley, his powerful mental energy allowing him to sense the chaotic energy field ahead.

The witch formation was not complicated; its function was to isolate the inside from the outside, seal off the space, prevent the prey from escaping, and also prevent the battle's energy from leaking out.

The key point of the formation is the third bone pillar in the southeast corner. Breaking it is not difficult; he can even easily bypass this area and cross it from the side of the rift.

But he didn't.

Since Morpheus has already set up the battlefield and thoughtfully cleaned up the mess, why should I let such a good opportunity slip by?

Megatron used all four legs to propel himself into the area covered by the witch array.

Morpheus's pupils contracted sharply, then he was overjoyed.

"Fools! Activate the formation!"

The crimson witch array was activated with a roar, and the twelve bone pillars shot out dazzling red light, intertwining to form an inverted dome that completely enveloped the entrance to the entire rift valley.

External sounds, energy fluctuations, and soul communications are all completely cut off.

Morpheus emerged from his hiding place, and the space behind him began to tear apart one after another.

Three level 5 and five level 4 monsters, along with countless low-level undead, formed an army of undead that surged forth like a tidal wave.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the lone man and horse in the formation, and slowly said, "Lynn, I have been waiting for this day for three years."

Lynn looked around, a perfectly timed hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

"Morpheus... are you insane? The academy has explicitly forbidden formal wizards from killing each other!"

His voice was deliberately sharp, and his acting was quite convincing.

"The Academy?" Morpheus smiled and pointed to the blood shield.

"This formation is called 'Severing Breath'. From its activation to its dissipation, no one outside will perceive anything unusual. Even if you die here today, the academy will only consider it as your death in the abyss."

He paused, his smile growing increasingly sinister. "It's time to settle our scores."

Lynn did not speak again.

He raised his hand, and the ghostly light of the necromantic space flashed repeatedly.

The massive, shadowy body of the Tyrant emerged from the void, and the Soul Crystal condensed into a semi-transparent Soul Armor on its body.

The ancient two eggs floated up, their cursed aura spreading like mist.

The earth dragon rode out of the ground, and the two arms of the giant hammer on the mountain's back were already poised to strike.

Brother A lay on all fours, his flesh and blood undulating, the swamp lord's tentacles completely merging with his right arm.

Five figures, all level 4.

Morpheus glanced at it, then threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"That's all? All the wealth you brought out of the Bone Spire is these five pieces of trash who haven't even touched the threshold of a natural disaster?"

After he finished laughing, his tone turned contemptuous.

"Lynn, I overestimated you. I even considered you a major threat. How utterly ridiculous!"

With a wave of his hand, the undead army pressed forward.

The three level 5 creatures are a bone eagle, a black knight, and a demon skeleton.

Among those level 4 spies was an old acquaintance of Lynn's—the Bone Serpent who had once driven him to the brink of destruction.

The battle erupted instantly.

Megatron unleashed a destructive torrent of molten metal, forcing a level 5 demon skeleton back three steps.

The Decepticons roared in unison, their clashes clashing with the piercing screams of another level 5 Bone Eagle.

The Earth Dragon Rider charged into battle, its three-hit hammer strike shattering the bone armor of a level 4 Abyss Guardian.

The ancient two eggs wove a curse, slowing, weakening, and corroding—three curses simultaneously descending upon the level 5 Black Warrior.

Brother A plunged into the enemy ranks, his tentacles and claws flying, tearing a gap in the enemy lines.

However, the gap is enormous.

There is a vast gap in life levels between level 4 and level 5.

Megatron's dragon breath left only scorch marks on the surface of the demon's skeleton.

The Decepticons' foes are permanently lost after being destroyed.

The Earth Dragon Rider's charge was stopped by the Black Knight with one hand.

Gu Erdan's curse only lasted three breaths on the Black Warrior...