Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

When the sun rose, he saw the city of plague.

In the original script, he was supposed to lead the invasion with justice and glory, and completely overthrow the rule of the Plague Church.

Now that the Plague Church has been overthrown, an even more terrifying enemy has taken hold here.

Lyon, dressed in a black cloak, discreetly entered the plague-stricken city.

His attire was meaningless; there was no life in the Plague City except for the wandering undead.

His attire was no different from running naked through the city.

Fortunately, his power had greatly increased, allowing him to suppress his aura and thus avoid attracting the attention of the undead.

In the center of the city, a huge temple stood there, its dome riddled with holes, through which sunlight streamed in, casting a patch of light on the ground.

A sword was stuck in the air on the steps at the entrance of the temple.

It was his beloved "little sword," a divinely bestowed artifact—free will!

Lyon's eyes lit up. He swooped down, landed at the temple entrance, and reached for the sword.

The sword was embedded tightly in the crack in the rock, but it was nothing for his strength.

Leon gripped the hilt of his sword and pulled it upwards with force.

The sword emitted a soft hum as it was drawn.

However... the sword was rusted, the wings on the guard were broken, and there were several nicks on the blade.

Without light or power, it looked like just a broken sword.

Leon was stunned. He looked at the sword over and over, unable to believe his eyes.

This is free will, a divine artifact bestowed upon him by heaven, a holy sword capable of withstanding spatial storms.

How did it turn out like this?

He probed the sword with his spiritual power, but it was empty; there was nothing inside. It seemed to be just an iron sword.

"You've arrived." A voice came from behind.

Lyon turned around abruptly.

Lynn stood at the temple entrance, holding Sophia in his arms.

Sofia kept her head down and didn't look at him.

Lynn placed his hand on her waist, his fingers gently caressing her fabric.

Lyon's eyes instantly turned red.

"Let her go."

Lynn did not release it.

He looked down at Sofia, lifted her chin with his fingers, and made her look up.

"Look who's here."

Sofia's eyes met Leon's eyes.

Those eyes were once bright, once full of hope, once made her believe that there was still hope for this world.

Now, those eyes held only anger, hatred, and madness; the golden light mixed with black lines resembled polluted spring water.

Sofia's lips moved, a hint of humiliation on her face.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at him anymore.

Seeing this, Lyon felt as if he had been stabbed in the chest.

"Sophia... how have you been lately...?"

Sofia did not look up.

Lynn's fingers were stroking her chin, and she couldn't move.

"One month," Lynn said calmly.

"I've been telling you for a month, and you're still pretty punctual."

Lyon gritted his teeth.

"I've come as agreed, you can let her go now."

Lynn smiled.

"It's simple, defeat me and you can take her away."

Lyon's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

He had witnessed Lynn's skills firsthand.

This is the being who can defeat the God of Plague. Can I... really defeat him?

But... Sofia is right in front of us, and millions of people are behind us. We have to fight even if we can't win!

Lyon gritted his teeth and charged forward, his sword blade aimed directly at Lynn's neck, moving at a speed many times faster than before.

The blade sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistle.

Lynn didn't move; he didn't intend to take action himself.

The bone dragon swooped down from the clouds, its enormous wings sweeping across the sky and sending Leon flying.

He did several somersaults in the air, staggered a few steps when he landed, and barely managed to stand up.

The bone dragon landed in front of him, opened its mouth, and dark blue flames rolled in its throat.

Lyon could sense the immense destructive power contained within the flame, and... instead of scorching heat, the flame brought him bone-chilling cold!

Lyon did not retreat; he gripped his sword and charged forward.

Since I don't plan to go back alive anyway, I'll just do it!

The bone dragon spewed out annihilation bone fire, and the ghostly blue flames cascaded down like a waterfall.

Leon dodged to the side, the flames grazing his shoulder and scorching the hem of his clothes. He was fast, faster than the bone dragon had anticipated.

He rushed in front of the bone dragon and slashed at its foreleg with his sword.

Sparks flew everywhere. A white mark was cut into the bone dragon's foreleg, but it wasn't severed. However, the bone dragon took a step back.

Although it is a divine artifact called "Free Will", it has lost all its power and is now even less powerful than an ordinary iron sword.

Leon didn't stop. He jumped up, his blade tinged with a dark red hue, and slashed fiercely at the bone dragon's head.

The bone dragon turned its head to dodge, but the sword blade struck its horn, breaking it off.

The bone dragon let out a hiss and took a few steps back.

Lynn sensed the chaotic power within Leon and wore a thoughtful expression.

This kid... he's got some skills.

"Analysis" activated!

Sure enough, dozens of different divine powers mingled within his body, forcibly fused together by the power of the world.

If he could integrate them into one, Naryon might be able to go even further, perhaps even breaking through the shackles and reaching the realm of "God King"!

Unfortunately, this kid has a hard time suppressing the negative energy of the gods.

Lyon landed, panting heavily.

His arm trembled incessantly, his thumb and forefinger split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.

But his eyes were bright, golden light mixed with black, like two burning flames.

They cut off the dragon's horns, proving they had the upper hand!

During the laning phase, the power of the world surged towards him, more and more, faster and faster.

It also doesn't want its chosen "savior" to lose this battle.

Leon could feel his power growing, increasing every second.

The remains of the gods that had fused with his body were also active, and chaotic power surged in his veins, merging with his own flesh and blood.

Just give yourself some more time...

As long as we keep fighting...

The bone dragon charged again.

This time it didn't use flames, but instead rammed into the other side with its body, preparing for close-quarters combat.

Lyon couldn't dodge and was sent flying, crashing into the temple wall.

The wall collapsed, and the rubble buried him inside.

A few breaths later, the rubble exploded, and Leon rushed out, covered in dust and with blood at the corner of his mouth.

But he was still smiling.

"Again!" he shouted, rushing forward.

The bone dragon charged again, but this time Leon didn't dodge. He turned to the side and used his sword to block.

The blade struck the bone dragon's ribs and got stuck.

The bone dragon shook its head, flinging Leon away.

Leon somersaulted in the air, landing on one knee with his sword planted on the ground to steady himself.

He looked up at Lynn.

Lynn was still standing there, with her arm around Sophia, watching him like he was watching a play.

Lyon felt a burning sensation in his chest. He stood up and charged at the bone dragon again.

That's it, it won't be long before I can defeat this skeleton!

Then... defeat that disgusting man in black robes!