Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The next morning, Lynn and Sien led their apprentices to the front of the mine valley, preparing to retrieve their own undead and complete the handover of defenses.

Lynn raised his hand and pressed down lightly.

Dozens of portals to the "Undead Space" opened throughout the valley.

"Kids, it's time to leave!"

[Heart of Star Reign] is activated, transmitting one's own will to every undead.

The next moment, the entire valley seemed to boil over.

On the eastern cliff face, the Decepticons, who had been lurking in the shadows, were the first to rise.

Its enormous ghostly body stretched out, and the ghostly crystals on its surface emitted a dazzling ghostly light. Then it transformed into a phantom and rushed into the light gate.

From the crevice on the west side, the Balrog strode out with heavy steps, each step of his lava body causing the ground to tremble.

It let out a low roar, its evil fire subsided, its massive body shrank into nothingness, and finally transformed into a ball of fire that rushed into the portal.

Its demon minions roared and charged in.

In the sky, the bone dragon let out a long roar, then flapped its wings and flew towards the largest portal.

The Frost Whale followed closely behind and rushed into the portal of light.

The bone eagle folded its wings and swooped down, transforming into a streak of gray-white light in mid-air.

Megatron emerged from the depths of the mine, its dark gold skeleton gleaming metallically in the sunlight. It glanced up at Lynn, flicked its tail, and then vanished into the portal as well.

Where the tree was rooted, countless roots suddenly rose from the ground.

The enormous, decaying ancient tree slowly contracted its branches, the hideous faces on its trunk gradually calmed down, and finally the entire ancient tree transformed into a ball of gray-green light, disappearing into the entrance on the ground.

The stone golem stood up, the light on its lava shell gradually dimmed, its massive body froze in place for a moment, and then vanished with a roar.

Meanwhile, the enormous "mountain of flesh" deep in the valley also emitted "pheromones," and a massive number of corpse beetles crawled out from all parts of the valley, flowing into the "corpse horde queen" like a stream.

After absorbing all the corpse beetles, the flesh mountain grew even larger, resembling a volcano about to erupt.

A portal of light opened beneath its feet, and the Queen Mother vanished instantly.

The Earth Dragon Riders and the Earth Dragon Legion thunderously charged into the portal.

The Banshee Queen in the sky, along with a massive number of Banshees, flew into the portal that opened in the sky.

Brother A leaped off the rock face, his tentacles and claws contracting simultaneously, his distorted flesh gradually returning to a normal human shape, before turning into a stream of light.

Undead Overlord, Skeleton Bull, Doomguard, Demon Skeleton, Dark Knight...

One after another, undead appeared from all parts of the valley, some as large as mountains, some as small as insects, some with grotesque forms, and some as fleeting phantoms.

They lined up, either throwing themselves into the soul lamps or disappearing into the various entrances to the undead spaces.

The entire process was orderly and without any chaos.

The whole process took the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Said stood not far away, his eyes fixed on the calm Lynn, the horror in his eyes impossible to conceal.

One...two...three...he counted silently.

There are a total of sixteen Cataclysmic-level monsters alone! (Kayn has remained hidden in Lynn's shadow.)

And there are even more catastrophic ones...

Sain's fingers trembled slightly.

He considered himself to be doing fairly well among formal wizards, and the wealth he had accumulated over the years was considered to be in the upper-middle range among his peers.

But compared to the one in front of me...

The apprentices behind him were already dumbfounded.

Although they couldn't discern the level of these undead, their sheer number was enough to shock them.

The tall, thin apprentice stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape, his gaze following each vanishing spirit, barely able to hold back his "Holy crap!"

The female apprentice covered her mouth, afraid that she would cry out.

The slightly overweight apprentice stood there dumbfounded, forgetting even to blink.

"Mentor...Master..." the tall, thin apprentice asked in a trembling voice, "How many spirits does Lord Lynn have?"

Sain did not answer.

He didn't know how to answer, because he hadn't counted them either.

Unlike their shock, Arya, Baal, and Sisi stood behind Lynn, their expressions unchanged.

Arya was feeling sad about the impending separation, and she was looking down, straightening the hem of her clothes.

Even when he occasionally glances up at the vanished spirits, his gaze is as calm as if he were watching a group of ants moving house.

Baal crossed his arms, his face expressionless, but a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth betrayed his thoughts.

He noticed the expressions on the faces of the apprentices.

To be honest, it was pretty cool...

Xixi held Lin Shu in her arms, gently patting her daughter's back. Her attention was entirely on the child, and she didn't even look at the spirits.

When the last undead rushed into the portal, the entire valley fell silent once more.

With a thought, Lynn closed all the portals in the "Undead Space," retracted the Phase Soul Lamp to his waist, and turned to look at Sien.

Sain took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and forced a smile: "Lord Lynn... truly lives up to his reputation."

Lynn nodded without saying anything more.

Next, it was Sion's turn. He needed to send out his undead army to take over the defenses throughout the valley and complete the deployment.

Sain steadied himself, raised his hand, and a portal to the "Undead Space" opened, simultaneously activating several Undead Space equipment items at his waist.

First, two beams of light flashed, and two Cataclysmic Undead appeared on the open ground.

One was a massive skeletal bear, its skeleton covered with a thick layer of rock-like exoskeleton, and its limbs were as thick as pillars.

The other was a ghostly banshee floating in mid-air, its translucent body emitting a faint blue light, its face indistinct.

Then comes the catastrophic level.

One, two, three... more than twenty undead of various shapes and sizes appeared one after another: skeleton mages, ghost knights, zombie behemoths, skeletal golems...

The variety is quite complete, but the quality is uneven. Some of them are obviously newly promoted and their aura is still unstable.

Finally, there are the undead at the apprentice level.

Thousands of them surged out, crowding more than half of the open space.

Skeletons, zombies, ghosts, ghouls, Frankenstein's monsters...

The standard undead legion configuration, judging by its sheer numbers, does have a certain imposing presence.

Several of Sain's apprentices stood behind him, their faces slightly flushed.

They were initially quite proud of their mentor's undead army, believing it to be a force capable of crushing any enemy.

But now, compared to other things, it seems too shabby.

Compared to the overwhelming and awe-inspiring undead army just now, his mentor's resources were practically like a logistics unit.

Sion himself was a little embarrassed. He coughed and explained, "Uh... I've mainly been studying runes and formations these past few years. The undead army is just an auxiliary force, so... um..."

Lynn glanced at him, nodded, and said calmly, "I understand, it's enough."

"There's not much danger here in the Shadow Mine. The main task is to guard the various areas of the mine, the ley line nodes, and monitor the backflow of the Styx. These undead are more than enough to handle."

He spoke calmly, without sarcasm or disdain, as if stating a fact.

But it was precisely this ordinariness that made Sain even more embarrassed.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to save face, but ultimately kept it closed.

The gap in strength is stark; saying anything more is futile.