Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Seeing that he had no way to deal with Lynn, Leon took a deep breath, turned to look at the captain of his personal guard beside him, and lowered his voice.

"Evacuate the crowd, quickly."

The captain of the guards paused for a moment, then immediately turned around and led his guards to squeeze into the crowd.

"Make way! Make way! Move to the sides! Don't push!"

The crowd began to move, but too slowly.

There were tens of thousands of people in the square, but only a few main passageways, and ordinary people didn't know what order or courtesy meant.

Everyone gasped in alarm as they desperately pushed their way into the passage, fearing that if they were a step too slow, they would die on the spot.

But these refugees were mostly the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. The elderly couldn't walk, the children were being squeezed and crying, and the women were holding their babies and dared not move.

The captain of the guard was sweating profusely and his voice was hoarse from shouting, but the crowd had only moved less than ten meters.

Lynn suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He looked down at the evacuating crowd, then glanced at Lyon.

Did I tell you to leave?

His voice wasn't loud, but it could be heard clearly throughout the entire square.

Everyone froze at the same time, and Lyon's heart sank.

Lynn picked up the spatial storm from the armrest and tossed it down casually, as if he were throwing away trash.

A grayish-white orb of light fell from mid-air, like a falling star.

Lyon's eyes widened.

If this happens, the entire square will turn into a living hell!

Those people, those old people, women, and children, will all die.

His mind went blank, and his hand automatically rose, the sword pointing to the sky.

"Free will!"

The sky brightened.

A golden ray of light shot down from the clouds, piercing through the spatial storm, through the gray-white sphere of light, and through Lynn's throne.

The space storm exploded, bursting directly in mid-air.

Golden light enveloped the fragments of space, melting them bit by bit, like sunlight melting snow.

The fragments disappeared, the light faded, and the square remained intact.

Lynn rose from the shattered throne and looked at the sword in Lyon's hand.

The blade is golden, the guard is shaped like outstretched wings, and faded strips of cloth are wrapped around the hilt.

The blade is glowing, a golden light that is warm, gentle, and resolute.

That is the power of the world, the power of the laws, the power of destiny...

Lynn squinted.

I was wrong about it.

When he first came to Liberty City, he sensed a power of protection, purification, and courage, which also contained the power of the world.

He thought it was the world's will empowering Lyon, but he never expected it to be this sword.

The world's will gave Leon a boost, not by directly imbuing him with power, but by giving him this sword.

Like a hero's sword capable of slaying a demon king, like a divine artifact of destiny.

But... it's mine now.

As Lyon watched Lynn approach step by step, and saw the danger in his eyes, Lyon's heart skipped a beat.

"Free will" was a meteor that fell from the sky beside him when the world was shrouded in plague.

At that time, Leon was just an ordinary person with a dream of becoming a hero. When he saw the divine sword following him, he couldn't help but grasp the hilt.

The divine sword granted him unparalleled power, and a gentle, warm force entered his body, constantly changing his essence.

With the protection of "free will," the plague god's plague could no longer invade Free City.

Leon originally planned to wait until his power reached its limit before going to fight the God of Plague, but he didn't expect things to turn out so quickly.

The plague god has fallen, the plague cult has crumbled, and undead monsters have taken over the world...

Now... a powerful enemy is right in front of him, threatening to kill the people of the city he has been protecting. How can he stand idly by?

Lynn didn't care what he thought; now that she saw something that interested her, she naturally couldn't let it go.

He raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

Lyon's body suddenly stiffened, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

He struggled desperately, but couldn't move at all.

The sword in his hand was glowing, the golden light growing brighter and brighter, as if it were putting up a resistance.

Lynn's mental energy probed into the sword and found the golden core.

The power of the world is pulsating, like a heart, resisting, struggling, and calling out Leon's name.

But it was just an inanimate object.

Lynn's mental energy transformed into countless fine needles, piercing into the core, picking at it one by one, dismantling it one by one.

The golden light on the sword began to dim and tremble. Leon felt the sword weeping, weeping silently.

He struggled desperately, but couldn't move.

He could only watch in despair, like a helpless husband.

Lynn pulled the sword from Lyon's hand.

The golden blade pulsed a few times in his palm, then fell silent.

Lynn looked down at the sword; the light on the blade had dimmed, leaving only a thin halo.

The power of the world still exists, but it has already recognized a master.

Hmm... I recognize him now...

Leon's eyes reddened. "Give it back...it's mine..."

Lynn glanced at him sideways.

"Yours? Call it and see if it answers."

Lyon did indeed call out.

"Little Swordsman..."

The divine sword did not react at all.

Lynn chuckled and put the sword back into his dimensional space.

Then, he turned to look at Sofia.

Hmm... this must be the designated "female lead"... she should be able to make the "protagonist" break down, unleash her full power, and turn evil, right?

Sophia stood there, still holding her staff, the silvery-white light shimmering at the tip.

She has long blonde hair, fair skin, bright blue eyes, light pink lips, a slender figure, and an elegant demeanor.

Her face was pale, her lips were trembling slightly, and she looked at Leon with great heartache.

Lynn walked over, and Lyon's eyes widened.

"What are you doing! Don't touch her!"

Without pausing, Lynn walked up to Sophia and looked down at her flawless face.

Sofia looked up at him, her hands trembling, but there was no sign of backing down in her eyes.

She didn't lower her staff; a silvery-white light gathered at the tip, growing brighter and brighter.

Death is nothing to be afraid of!

Lynn raised his hand and grasped the end of the cane.

The silvery-white light was immediately suppressed, like a candle flame being extinguished.

The staff slipped from Sophia's hand and rolled twice on the ground.

Lynn reached out and grabbed Sophia's waist, pulling her in front of him. The two of them were lifted into the air under everyone's gaze.

Sofia's body stiffened; this situation was clearly beyond her control.

Her face was pressed against Lynn's chest, and she could even hear his pounding heartbeat.

Heavy, steady, slow, without any fluctuations...

He... was also a human being with flesh and blood.

"Let her go! Let her go!" Seeing Lynn holding Sophia, Leon roared loudly as if in response.

Lynn did not release it.

He raised his other hand and gently stroked Sofia's cheek with his fingers.

Her skin was very cold, and her face was streaked with tears.

Sofia didn't cry out loud, but the tears just wouldn't stop.

Hmm...it feels great!

I wonder how it is in other aspects...

Thinking of this, Lynn lowered her head and kissed him directly.

Soft, sweet, and slightly cool...