Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn looked down at Leon kneeling on the ground, raised his right hand, and a faint blue light shone from his fingertips.

Those were runes that sealed away witchcraft, one after another floating from his fingertips and landing on Leon.

The first rune landed on Leon's chest, like a red-hot iron branding his skin, making a sizzling sound.

Lyon's body trembled violently, but he offered no resistance.

His consciousness was still on the verge of collapse, and he had no idea what had happened.

The second rune landed between his brows, and golden light overflowed from his eyes, like water being squeezed out.

The third one landed on his dantian, forcibly suppressing the divine power that was still surging within his body, like a snake being stuffed into a box.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

Lynn placed twelve seals in one go, sealing off all the world power, the power of the gods, negative emotions, and the remaining power of the broken sword within Lyon's body.

If Lyon can still turn the tide and reverse the situation after being sealed like this, then Lynn will be helpless.

I might as well just submit it.

Lyon's body went from stiff to supple, then from supple to limp, collapsing to the ground like a lump of mud.

Sofia exclaimed and ran quickly from a distance, kneeling beside Leon and reaching out to touch his face.

Leon's eyes were open, his pupils dilated, and he could not see anything. His lips were moving, but no sound came out.

Sofia's tears dripped onto his face and streamed down his cheeks.

"Leon...Leon, say something...look at me..." Sofia's voice trembled.

Lyon did not react at all.

Sophia looked up at Lynn.

"Please... let him go... I'll do anything you want... please... just let him go, I'll..."

Lynn looked down at her without saying a word.

How could this woman be so naive? If I really wanted to do something to her, could she resist?

Lynn bent down, grabbed Leon by the collar, and lifted him off the ground.

Lyon's body was limp, like a tattered burlap sack, his head drooping and his limbs swaying.

Sophia lunged forward and grabbed Lynn's arm tightly.

"No...please don't..."

Lynn shook off her hand and carried Lyon toward the inner sanctum of the temple.

Sofia tried to follow, but was bounced back by an invisible force and fell heavily to the ground.

She got up, rushed forward again, and was bounced back.

Lynn walked into the inner hall, and the door closed behind him.

Sofia lunged at the door, pounding it with her hands, punching it, and ramming it with her shoulder, but the door remained unmoved.

"Leon! Leon!" she called out, her voice hoarse, but no one answered her.

She banged on the door a few more times, her hand broke, and blood stained the door.

She leaned against the door, slid down to the floor, hugged her knees, and buried her face in her arms.

His shoulders were shaking, but he made no sound.

Inside the inner sanctuary, Lynn placed Lyon on a stone platform.

This thing must have been used by the Plague Church to experiment on living people; dried bloodstains and black stains still remain on the surface.

Leon lay there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

A mural was painted on the ceiling—the god of plague sat on a throne, with countless corpses beneath his feet.

Lyon stared at the painting, his pupils reflecting the distorted faces, but he could see nothing.

Lynn stood beside the experimental table, closed his eyes, and probed Lyon's body with his mental energy.

[Target: Destiny's Chosen One - Leon (Sealed State)]

[Current Status]: Soul on the verge of collapse, consciousness scattered, twelve seals within the body, 23% of the world's power remaining, and 67% fusion rate of the remains of the gods.

[Composition of Energy in the Body]:

World Power (Origin): 23% (Continuously decreasing)

War Divine Remnant: 7% (Chaos & Wrath)

Residual wisdom and divinity: 5% (Chaos & Fear)

Residual Divinity of Death: 9% (Chaos & Despair)

Residual Divinity of Harvest: 4% (Chaos & Jealousy)

Storm Divine Remnant: 6% (Chaos & Madness)

Forging Divine Residue: 3% (Chaos & Greed)

Residual divine essence of eroticism: 2% (Chaos & Emptiness)

Other minor divine remnants: approximately 8% in total.

Residual Free Will (Sword Intent): 3%

[Physical Strength]: Three Rings (Refined by the remains of gods, far surpassing ordinary humans, but the soul and body are severely mismatched, with the body being stronger than the soul, resulting in decreased control and susceptibility to the negative emotions of the gods)

[Potential Assessment]: Exhausted. The identity of the Chosen One is being stripped away by the world's will; the world's power has ceased flowing in; and the remains of the gods have begun to backfire. If not dealt with promptly, it will completely collapse within seven days, its soul dissipating, and its body mutating into a chaotic monster.

[Recommendation]: Draw upon the power of the world, strip away the divinity of the gods, and remove any remaining sword intent. The physical body can be preserved for necromancy crafting.

...

Wow—the composition is so complicated, it's even more messy than my private life.

Lynn opened his eyes and looked at Lyon.

"Tsk... You have a lot of good stuff, it's a waste to just leave it there."

He raised his hand and placed it on Leon's chest.

His spiritual power transformed into countless fine needles, piercing into Leon's body to find the world's power scattered in his blood vessels, bones, and muscles.

Golden light emanated from beneath Lyon's skin, like countless tiny snakes, drawn by Lynn's mental power, surging from his chest and burrowing into Lynn's palm.

The power of the world is warm, like soaking in a hot spring.

Lynn could feel that these powers were filling the void in the world's authority within him, and he had gained even more control over this world.

Lyon's body began to tremble.

It wasn't pain, it was emptiness; all that power was being drained from his body, like blood being drained away.

His skin turned pale, his lips turned purple, and his eyes became sunken.

The golden light grew dimmer and thinner until it disappeared completely.

The world's power has been drained.

Lynn withdrew his hand and looked at the golden ball of light in his palm.

The ball of light was pulsating, like a heart.

That was the world power within Leon's body, plus the remnants of his free will, which together accounted for about 30% of the total power of this world.

Adding what he had previously extracted from the eight great gods, including the God of Plague, and what he had stolen from the rules himself, it already exceeded half.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the golden ball of light. The power of the world entered his stomach, turning into a warm current that flowed throughout his body.

He could feel that his connection with the world had deepened.

The world's will is resisting, but it has no power left beyond the basic forces that govern the world.

It gave its last bit of strength to Leon; Leon lost, and so did it...

Lynn looked down at Leon, then raised her hand again and pressed it against his chest.

This time, what was drawn was not the power of the world, but the divinity remaining in the remains of the gods.

Those chaotic forces churned within Lyon's body like countless venomous snakes, tearing at and devouring each other.

These things are also good research material, and should also be beneficial to "all phenomena" that aspire to become "the Way of Heaven".