Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn accepted the seven orbs of light.

The War Godhead is dark gold in color, with phantom images of swords and blades on its surface.

The Wisdom Godhead is silver-white, like an open book.

The Death Godhead is dark gray and has the outline of a scythe.

The deity of harvest is emerald green, with ears of wheat and fruits appearing alternately.

The Storm Godhead is cyan, and howling winds rage within it.

The forging of the divine essence was crimson red, and the sound of hammering could be faintly heard.

The goddess of love and desire is pink, and two figures are embracing each other.

...

Lynn closed his eyes, and the [Analysis] function was activated, with all one hundred workstations simultaneously analyzing the internal structure of the seven divine cores.

Each divine essence contains a set of rules—the rules of war, the rules of wisdom, the rules of death, the rules of harvest, the rules of storms, the rules of forging, and the rules of love and desire.

The rules are enveloped by the power of faith, like the flesh outside the pit of a fruit.

The power of faith can be absorbed and transformed, but the rules are pure; they are the most fundamental laws of this world.

Lynn extracted the rules he had deciphered from Godhood.

Seven chains of rules, seven colors, floated from his palm and entered his body.

It merged into his flesh and blood, into his bones, into his soul. His physical body grew even stronger.

The entire process took only a dozen breaths, and he obtained the seven rules of this world!

The god of plague knelt on the ground, dumbfounded.

He spent over a hundred years refining the rules, extracting only a small portion of them from these divine entities. This person, however, extracted the remaining rules in just a few breaths.

His aura... remained almost unchanged.

It felt as easy as if I had just swallowed a mouthful of air.

The god of plague, no longer caring about the pain, knelt and moved forward a few steps, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Your Excellency possesses extraordinary abilities! I am truly in awe!"

Lynn ignored him.

He raised his hand, and all things emerged from the void, standing beside him.

Its decay had healed, but its aura was much weaker than before.

Lynn threw the seven divine sparks, stripped of their rules and left only with pure faith and divine power, to the myriad phenomena.

Everything opened its mouth and swallowed it whole.

Golden light emanated from the body of Wanxiang, and its aura began to rise.

Intermediate divine power...Peak intermediate divine power...Great divine power...

Ultimately, its strength stopped at the initial stage of powerful divine power, making it even stronger than the current Plague God.

The God of Plague looked at all things, then at Lynn, and then sensed the menacing demonic eye outside the divine realm.

He swallowed.

That's great, there's no need to resist anymore.

"My lord...you see, my divine status..." He asked tentatively, "does it mean I don't need to...?"

Lynn looked enlightened and nodded to the God of Plague as if to commend him.

"Let's see your divine status too."

The God of Plague turned pale, wishing he could slap himself a few times.

Why the hell do you have to talk so much?!

He looked at Lynn, then at all things, and then at that eye.

He could see the fate of the seven divine beings clearly: the rules were taken away, the power of faith was devoured, and not even a trace remained.

If He were to relinquish His divinity, He would lose everything—power, authority, and divine status.

"My lord..." The plague god's voice was bitter.

"My divine essence... I've refined it for over a thousand years, it's become one with me... If I were to take it out, I would..."

Lynn smiled faintly, said nothing, and simply looked at Him quietly.

Seeing that Lynn remained unmoved, the God of Plague knew that he wouldn't have an easy time today.

He gritted his teeth, lowered his head and placed his hand on his chest, and a gray-green light shone from his palm.

The light trembled, and so did His hand.

He was stripping away his divinity, but very slowly; his eyes flickered.

"My lord, I need some time. This divine status is different from the seven others; it's too tightly bound to me..."

The voice of the plague god was very weak.

Lynn smiled meaningfully, sat casually on the throne, and said leisurely.

"It's okay, you go about your business, I'm not in a hurry."

The god of plague continues to peel away.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the pustules on his face began to bleed.

His expression was pained, but his eyes were clear.

He is waiting... waiting for Lynn to lower his guard, waiting for all things to lower their guard, waiting for that eye to lower its guard.

He is going to ignite the Kingdom of God!

The Kingdom of God belongs to Him, and every inch of this space is permeated with His power!

As long as the divine kingdom is detonated, an opening will be blasted open, giving these monsters a huge surprise!

Then He can escape through the opening, hide in the depths of the void, sleep for thousands of years, and return after He has recovered from His injuries.

He still has believers, temples, and opportunities.

He needs time.

As for whether the believers in the plague-stricken world, having suffered slaughter, could still provide Him with a place to recuperate for thousands of years, He had no time to investigate.

Let's get through this first!

The energy within the divine realm began to stir.

The ground was shaking, the "walls" were trembling, and the organs hanging on the walls were beating even faster.

Cracks appeared in the dark red ground, and a gray-green light shone through the cracks.

Lynn sensed it.

He sat on the throne, his right hand resting on the armrest, his fingers tapping lightly.

thump.

The sound wasn't loud, but it traveled very far.

It spread beyond the realm of gods, into the void, and to those distant stars.

The stars twinkled, and countless rays of starlight shot from the void, piercing through the barrier of the divine kingdom and illuminating every inch of its land.

The restless energy was suppressed by the starlight, as if it were being held down by a hand.

The crack closed, the tremors stopped, the organs stopped beating, and the divine kingdom became even more stable than before.

The energy was locked in by the starlight and couldn't move at all.

The face of the plague god turned completely white.

His divine kingdom, His own divine kingdom, He can no longer control it!

He suddenly stood up, and a thick gray-green mist burst forth from his body. The mist contained countless plague factors, each capable of poisoning an entire city.

He was going to run away.

We can't just sit here and wait to die!

Lynn tapped the armrest again.

thump.

The plague god's body froze.

He stood there, with his leg raised, like a statue.

His eyes could still move, his mouth could still move, and he looked at Lynn, his lips trembling as he asked.

"Who...who are you...?"

Lynn had no interest in answering a dying man's question. He stood up, walked to the God of Plague, and placed his hand on His head.

The god of plague wanted to hide, but could not move; he wanted to cry out, but could not make a sound.

He could only watch helplessly as the hand pressed down.

My palms were ice-cold, like pressing on a piece of iron.

Lynn's spiritual power probed into His body, into His soul, and into that gray-green divine essence.

The consciousness of the plague god began to fade.

He felt someone flipping through his memories, like turning the pages of a book.

His past, His thousand years, how He grew from a mortal into the god of plague, how He survived Ragnarok, and how He dug out the hearts of those sleeping gods one by one.

Those images flashed through His mind like pages being turned in a book.

"Stop...stop..." The plague god's voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz.