Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

In the Holy Light Plane, Lynn breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the academy's reply.

I can finally leave.

He walked down from the observation deck, through the corridor inside the tower, down the stairs, and out of the tower door.

Finally, standing beneath the city wall of the first line of defense, I looked at the golden pillar of light in the distance.

After two years of analysis, he has gained a deep understanding of the rules of Holy Light.

He could draw those runes, those patterns, those trajectories of energy flow with his eyes closed.

It's time to leave.

Lynn withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the central tower.

Orianna remained atop her wizard's tower, gazing at the distant golden pillar of light.

Her posture was the same as it had been two years ago, not even the folds in her robe had changed.

Lynn walked to the top of the tower and bowed behind her.

"My lord, my application for promotion to the stigmata level has been approved by the academy. I request to take over the defense duties."

Orianna turned around and looked at Lynn.

Her eyes were deep purple, but Lynn always felt that the way she looked at him was different from two years ago.

Perhaps it was amazement at his talent.

"Take Lao Luo over to the handover procedures; he'll arrange it," she said.

"Your wizard tower is probably no longer needed. I'll leave it to the next wizard who will be stationed there. Pack up anything you need to take with you today."

Lynn nodded.

Orianna paused, then said, "Your angelic legion is not bad."

Lynn was taken aback.

How did she know he had an angel legion?

In the past two years, to avoid trouble, he has never used the Fallen Angels and Gray Winged Envoys on the first line of defense, keeping them stored in the undead space.

Orianna offered no explanation, turned around, and continued to stare at the golden pillar of light.

Lynn bowed and withdrew.

He returned to the wizard's tower and packed his things.

The observation equipment that I bought with extra money was disassembled and stored in the ring.

You might need it in the future.

As for the tables, chairs, and benches, it didn't matter, so we left them.

Lynn walked out of the tower gate, glanced back at the black tower where he had lived for two years, and then turned and left.

Lao Luo had already received the news and was waiting for him at the foot of the city wall, holding a handover list in his hand.

Lynn signed the document and returned the token to Lao Luo.

"The seventh phase of defense has been officially handed over. You've worked hard, sir. May your fortunes continue to prosper!" Old Luo bowed.

Lynn returned the greeting, then mounted the bone dragon and flew towards the teleportation array.

Behind them, the golden pillar of light was still there, the runes were still flowing, and the angel with countless wings was still standing at the top of the pillar of light.

For two years, He remained motionless, like a statue, yet the light He emitted was dazzling.

...

The next day, Lynn stood at the window of the laboratory, looking at the perpetually dark sky of the Eternal Night Graveyard.

Ascending to the stigmata level is the ultimate goal of every wizard.

As for the True Spirit Wizard...

That's something most people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

The third ring is merely a breakthrough in the level of power, while the fourth ring is a leap in the essence of life, from flesh and blood to the embodiment of rules, from mortal to god!

Lynn turned around, walked to the desk and sat down, taking out a thick stack of notes from her ring.

That's all the information he's collected over the years from the skeletal remains archive regarding the advancement to sainthood, now all summarized in this notebook.

He spread his notes on the table, flipping through them page by page, reading line by line, and analyzing them step by step.

The most crucial element in advancing to the Saint Mark is not power or mental strength, but the rules.

You must choose a rule, condense it into a sacred mark, and imprint it deep within your soul.

That sacred mark is the source of your power, the foundation of your domain, and the dividing line between you and mortals.

Inside the tower of withered bones, some choose death, some choose the soul, some choose elements, and some choose space.

Every rule leads to the Holy Mark, but the difficulty of each rule is different.

Lynn closed her notebook and shut her eyes.

He has more than a hundred chains of rules within his body, each of which is a rule.

Death, soul, space, ley lines, stars, thunder, war, wisdom, plague, light, darkness, earth, sea, sky, justice, life, courage...

There are also countless rules plundered from the Plague World and the Holy Light Plane.

These chains of rules intertwined within him, like a dense net, connecting every inch of flesh, every bone, and every strand of his soul.

It also analyzed the main world and created three thousand rule "templates"!

Although most of them did not form a rule chain to fill in, with these three thousand complete "templates", one can advance to the "All Things" stigmata.

As for the rule chains... we can fill them in gradually after we advance to the next Stigmata level.

Among these rule templates, the most powerful is not death, nor the undead, but the Holy Light!

That's right, it's the Holy Light Rules that I've been observing and analyzing in the Holy Light Plane for two years!

A necromancer's deepest understanding of the rules was actually the Holy Light, which is the greatest counter to the undead.

It's so funny when people talk about it...

But that's what it is.

For two years, he sat on the observation platform every day, facing the golden pillar of light, looking at the runes, recording, and analyzing them.

Day after day, month after month, he could draw every rune on that golden pillar of light in his mind at any time.

He can see the holy light flowing when he closes his eyes, feel its temperature, and touch its form.

He could even simulate holy light with his mental power. Although he couldn't actually unleash holy light-type magic, he had already grasped the essence of holy light.

The essence of holy light is not light, not justice, not protection, but purity.

An extremely pure set of rules, allowing no impurities, which is the fundamental reason why holy light and the undead cannot coexist.

The process of advancing to the next level of a Stigmata involves three steps.

The first step is to choose a rule and condense it into a sacred mark.

The second step is to prepare a demiplane and refine it into a Saint Mark Domain.

The third step is to merge the Stigmata and the Stigmata Domain to complete the advancement.

Each sacred mark is a name written by a wizard using rules, engraved on the soul, in the domain, and between heaven and earth.

Every rule is a law governing the universe: death, soul, space, time...

Master the rules, and you can change the world.

The Stigmata Wizards are the embodiment of the rules; wherever they stand, the rules are there.

Lynn secluded himself in the lab for a month, doing only one thing each day—organizing the rule templates within his body.

A month later, the rules and templates within his body had woven into a complete network.

There are 3,000 rule templates, each rule is in its proper place, and each rule is closely connected with other rules.

Removing one rule from this network will not affect the operation of the other rules.

Three thousand frames are neatly arranged, like an unfinished skyscraper, the skeleton standing there, waiting to be filled in.

Lynn opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

The blueprint for the Stigmata is finally complete!