Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

In the plague-stricken world, thanks to Lynn's arrangements, apart from the cities near Liberty City which were spared from the undead invasion, the other cities were also suffering.

After all, we still want the "chosen one" to absorb more of the world's power and give him more time to develop.

The main force of the Plague Church has been decimated in Plague City. The remaining priests and protectors are scattered in various small towns and cities, without unified command, sufficient troops, or even decent weapons.

Their only advantage is the plague energy and the massive number of followers controlled by the plague, but the plague energy is useless against the undead.

A priest stood on the city wall and chanted a spell more than a dozen times to the dead below. Green mist enveloped the entire city wall, and the dead emerged from the mist unharmed.

The priest slumped to the ground and threw away the incense burner.

Those numerous believers, however, had little fighting power; their bodies had long been ravaged by the plague.

The plague was no good, and these people had weak fighting spirit and little combat experience.

A squad of skeleton soldiers can easily defeat a large group.

The only ones with any fighting power were the group of religious guards, who used knives to slash, guns to stab, and fire to burn the undead, trying every possible method to deal with them.

The knife broke, the gun bent, the fire burned out, but the spirits of the dead remained.

A skeleton soldier climbed up and plunged a knife into the stomach of the friar.

The guards looked down at the rusty bone knife, wondering how this broken thing could pierce through their armor.

This is not theology!

This world is too weak.

Standing atop the mountain peak, Lynn watched the images transmitted back by the shadowy flying insects and made his judgment.

The first world I invaded—the world of Aila—had a complete kingdom system, professionals, and a regular army, enabling it to organize effective resistance.

The goblin world has technology, factories, and spaceships. Although individual combat strength is weak, overall strength is not bad.

What about the plague world? Under the ravages of the plague god, there is nothing but the plague church.

The God of Plague, taking advantage of the fact that he suffered the least damage during Ragnarok and was the first to awaken, ruthlessly and unscrupulously harvested the faith.

It forces people to convert to Christianity by spreading a plague that spreads throughout the world; those who do not convert die.

By doing so, they not only gained a massive number of believers and faith, but also undermined the foundations of the other seven gods.

Taking advantage of their weakened state, with their followers having left in large numbers and their strength greatly diminished, they conquered their divine kingdoms one by one, successfully achieving a counterattack.

With the fall of their gods, the other major churches in the world lost their divine arts and were powerless to reverse the decline.

Ordinary people were tormented by the plague to the point of near death, while professionals were almost wiped out by the plague cult. The remaining remnants hid in the deep mountains and forests, not even daring to show themselves.

However, although the Plague Church wields great power in this world, it is not strong itself.

The highest leadership of the church, the cardinals, are only at the peak of the first level, barely maintaining their dignity with the help of sacred artifacts.

Ordinary priests are even lower, only knowing those two plague spells, some are not even as good as apprentices.

Their plague energy is effective against the living, but completely ineffective against the dead.

The Guardians of the Faith are somewhat capable in combat, but only slightly stronger than ordinary soldiers. When they encounter high-level undead, they can wipe out large numbers of them with a single blow.

Lynn looked away, no longer looking at those images.

The overall situation is settled; it's just a matter of time. Let's see how long that so-called plague god can remain a coward.

...

At this moment, in the divine realm beyond the world, the God of Plague is absorbing divine essence.

It merged seven divine elements into itself: war, wisdom, death, harvest, storm, forging, love...

Each deity represents a rule, and each rule requires time to comprehend and digest.

This requires a huge amount of time.

He secluded himself in the Kingdom of God, single-mindedly devoted, and even unresponsive to the prayers of believers.

He thought that as long as he digested these divine attributes, he could ascend to the God-King level and dominate everything, but he did not know that the outside world was collapsing.

Believers are dying in large numbers, cities are being slaughtered, temples are collapsing, and faith is being lost.

As the number of believers decreases, His power is declining, not weakening, but rather His foundation is loosening.

Those forces of faith are like countless threads, connecting believers to His divinity.

Now that believers are dead, the threads are broken, and the more threads are broken, the weaker His power becomes.

He was absorbing divine power, and his power should have increased, but now the rate of increase is gradually falling behind the rate of regression.

The god of plague finally realized something was wrong.

He opened his eyes and awoke from a deep slumber.

The kingdom of God was very quiet, with only Himself and the seven divine beings who had already partially digested it.

He looked down at his hand, which was emitting a golden light, a sign of divine fusion, but the light was not as bright as expected.

He frowned, carefully sensing his own power.

Mid-stage of the main god...

This discovery greatly alarmed Him.

I remember I was trying to become a God-King, right? How did I fall back to the mid-stage?

I'm clearly absorbing divine essence, so I should be making rapid progress. Why is my power regressing instead?

The god of plague closed his eyes, communicating with believers and idols around the world, and surveying the entire world.

Then He saw the dead.

Countless spirits, overwhelming the sky and the earth, from north to south, from east to west, wandered in every city, every village, and every road.

They kill people, demolish houses, destroy temples, and harvest the bodies and souls of believers.

In just a short time, His followers continued to die, temples collapsed, and faith was eroded.

His power is declining!

The plague god's rat face twitched violently.

What are these ghosts? Where did they come from?

Could it be that while I was digesting the divine essence, a new god appeared?

Death? The God of the Underworld? The God of the Dead?

He continued to scan.

Above the world, the layer of grayish-yellow plague mist that he had released with most of his divine power was thinning.

Someone... no, something is sucking away His plague!

His mental power quickly locked onto that thing.

A human-shaped silhouette floats in mid-air, its face expressionless, its eyes two wisps of dark purple mist.

The man had his arms outstretched, and dark purple mist emanated from his body, forming a giant net that covered the entire sky.

The grayish-yellow plague mist was sucked into the net, compressed, condensed, and then swallowed by the man.

The God of Plague sensed the person's strength: Medium-level divine power.

Approximately at the level of a mid-level deity.

This level of strength is not a problem for Him.

However, this person is also quite something. Although his strength is not high, he can absorb the plague energy released by Him.

That energy belongs to Him; He expended most of His power to spread it, and it is also His foundation.

The face of the plague god darkened completely.

He realized that this person was stealing His power!

His plague energy was drained, His followers were slaughtered, and His temples were destroyed.

All of this was arranged by this person!

Those undead must be his subordinates; this expressionless man is the master of those undead.