Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn advanced for half a month in the area between the first and second lines of defense.

Because the first line of defense had been recaptured by our side, there were many scattered enemy troops here.

The density of all Holy Light creatures is much higher than in the outer areas, and you can often encounter small groups of enemies, sometimes paladins, sometimes Holy Light behemoths, and sometimes even angels.

He advanced very slowly, stopping every so often to let the Shadow Flying Insects spread out to explore the surroundings, and to let the Demon Eye scout from the sky to make sure there were no ambushes ahead before continuing.

Stability is his only strategy right now.

This area is sandwiched between two lines of defense; it can be considered safe in some ways, but dangerous in others.

The main force of the Holy Light faction was blocked inside the first line of defense and could not get out, but there were always some who slipped through the gaps, hoping to reach out to their allies inside the defense line.

There weren't many of those who escaped the net, but they were of high rank. A few days ago, he encountered a group of four-winged angels, led by a six-winged angel.

They were unlucky to encounter Lynn, as they were surrounded by the Fallen Angel and his Gray Winged Envoys, and were eventually all captured.

Lynn's angel army also expanded.

On the twentieth day, things started to go wrong.

The army advanced for three whole days, from morning till night, and from night till dawn, without encountering a single creature of holy light.

There were no patrols, no lone soldiers, not even a single scarab beetle.

The sky above the wasteland was filled with only pebbles and sand, and in the distance, the eternal golden beam of light.

Lynn, riding on the back of the bone dragon, frowned slightly.

It's so clean here.

This area hasn't been cleared out yet, so there should be quite a few enemies there. How come they're all gone all of a sudden?

Could it be that one of your colleagues also took on the task of clearing out this area?

Lynn was not careless; he had the Shadow Flying Insects scatter and search further afield.

The swarm of insects flew silently close to the ground, burrowing into crevices in the rubble, skirting around black rocks, and passing through the shadows.

Lynn closed his eyes and connected his consciousness to the swarm network.

Hundreds of images superimposed in his mind, most of them normal: gravel, sand, black rocks, nothing at all.

Lynn urged them to continue moving forward, exploring the surrounding area.

Although the further they explored, the density of the Shadow Bug swarm decreased significantly, and the accuracy of their exploration also dropped considerably.

However... Lynn still noticed something was wrong.

One of the flying insects climbed onto a tall, black rock, and as it flew forward, it seemed to hit a transparent barrier and was bounced back.

Lynn immediately probed the insect's body with his mind, found the weak point in the barrier, and then "squeezed" in.

The moment I stepped inside, my view suddenly opened up.

Ahead was a low-lying area surrounded by mountains, with only one exit.

The depression was densely packed with tents, white and gold, which were particularly dazzling under the dark red sunlight.

Holy Light creatures moved about between the tents: paladins, priests, and angels.

The paladin rode his warhorse, his armor gleaming, his lance held upright at his side, like a golden forest.

The priest, dressed in white robes and wearing a badge of holy light on his chest, moved between the tents, with a golden halo spinning beneath his feet.

Angels flew above the tents, with two wings, four wings, six wings, their wings spread wide, and golden flames dancing on the edges of their feathers.

Lynn glanced around and saw at least a thousand angels!

Most have two wings, but there are quite a few with four wings, and at least several dozen with six wings.

Clearly, this is a force that has successfully gathered together many remnants of the army and has become a malignant tumor within the defensive line.

In the last second of the video, he saw the largest tent in the center of the camp.

The tents were golden, constantly radiating light, like a giant lamp.

A flag fluttered atop the tent, embroidered with an intricate emblem of holy light. In the center of the emblem was a sword, blade facing upwards, with a flame at its tip.

Lynn didn't recognize the badge, but he could sense that there was a terrifying creature watching his flying insect from inside the tent.

Lynn's expression changed, and he immediately severed his mental connection. At the same time, the scene before his eyes flashed and disappeared.

The flying insect didn't die on its own; it was wiped away by something.

Lynn opened his eyes and sat up straight on the bone dragon's back.

His expression didn't change, but his heart sank.

There were at least a thousand angels in that camp, dozens of six-winged angels, and something in that golden tent.

That thing could wipe out his flying insects instantly, and he couldn't even figure out what method it used.

He took a deep breath, immediately picked up the communication tablet, and sent a message to Marcus:

A large number of Holy Light creatures have been discovered gathering between the first and second defense zones, suspected to be Holy Light faction Stigmata-level beings. Requesting support.

A moment later, the stone slab trembled, and the reply consisted of only four words: "Stay and monitor the situation. I will lead the team there later."

This message put Lynn at ease; given the wizards' marching speed, they should arrive soon.

He put away the stone slab and jumped off the bone dragon's back.

Nearly a million low-level undead lined up around him, stretching from east to west across the entire wasteland.

The atmosphere inside the golden tent was heavy.

The tent was large, and dozens of people were sitting inside.

In the very center was a young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a white robe with gold patterns that ran from the collar to the hem.

His hair was golden, very long, reaching his waist, with sparkles at the ends.

His face was very pale, devoid of color, his lips were pale pink, his eyes were pale gold, and his pupils were vertical.

He sat in a high-backed chair, which was gold and had angel reliefs on the armrests.

Behind him stood two six-winged angels, fully armored from head to toe, with only two slits left at the eye level through which golden light shone.

Several elderly men in white robes sat on his left and right sides, their badges on their chests larger than those of ordinary priests, and engraved with intricate runes.

They are archbishops of the Papacy, each possessing the power of a six-winged angel.

Further out, sat a dozen or so six-winged angels, their armor of different colors—some gold, some silver, and some white.

They are the commanders of the angelic legions, each leading an angelic force.

A middle-aged man in golden armor walked in from outside the tent, knelt on one knee in front of the young man, and bowed his head.

"Holy Son, enemy tracks have been discovered a hundred miles from the camp."

The Holy Son did not look at him; his gaze was fixed on the palm of his hand.

He opened his palm, and there lay a black insect, smaller than a fingernail, with a black shell, transparent wings, and six legs gently twitching.

That was Lynn's Shadow Flying Insect, which he caught from several miles away in an instant after it entered the camp area.

The saint gently pinched the insect's body with his fingers, causing it to freeze, then turn to ash and leak through his fingers.

"It's a necromancer," the Holy Son spoke, his voice not loud but clear, like the echo of a bell reverberating in the air.

"A third-ring necromancer, leading a large group of undead, is advancing in this direction."

There was a moment of silence in the tent.

Then a six-winged angel stood up, his armor making a clicking sound.

"Holy Son, I will lead troops to wipe them out. They are a bunch of skeletons, not worth mentioning."

The Holy Son glanced at him. He then turned to look at an archbishop sitting on his left.

"This is enemy territory. If I make a move, it will reveal our location. You take five hundred angels, and transfer some people from the Knights and Priests to wipe out that necromancer. Those skeletons are disgusting to look at."

The archbishop stood up and bowed. "As you command."