Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

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Cersei did not answer, but took out a fist-sized crystal ball from her bosom, inside which a silvery-white light flowed.

"Don't move."

Lynn stood still obediently, trusting that his master's wife wouldn't harm him.

Seeing that Lynn had given up resisting, Cersei held the crystal ball to Lynn's forehead, and silvery light poured out of the crystal ball and entered Lynn's forehead.

The light swirled inside his head and then flowed back into the crystal ball.

A cloud of silvery-white mist appeared inside the crystal ball. The mist slowly spread, faded, and became transparent.

"His soul is fine; he hasn't been possessed. His soul fluctuations match those recorded in the academy's archives." Cersei put away the crystal ball.

"Someone reported that you may have been possessed by a Saint-level native, and the academy is going to conduct a full examination on you."

"Don't resist. Come with me to the Hall of the Mark of Truth. Once it's determined that there's nothing wrong, you'll be cleared of suspicion."

Lynn suddenly realized.

No wonder they were involved in such a big event; they must suspect I'm the mole.

The whole thing was split open...

But didn't I already report my advancement to the Stigmata to the academy? The academy even approved it, so why are they starting to suspect me?

It seems the college doesn't take it seriously either!

Indeed, a junior apprentice who has only been enrolled for a little over ten years suddenly says that he is going to advance to the Saint Mark while his peers are still scratching their heads trying to become official wizards.

It seems unbelievable no matter how you look at it.

The academy most likely sees him as a "deserter" using promotion as a pretext to avoid frontline missions.

Lynn withdrew his Sacred Mark Domain, and the myriad phenomena transformed into a beam of light and shrank back into the goblin world.

The more than 2,800 empty rules fell silent, and the 137 physical rule chains reattached themselves to his bones and flesh.

He stood there, his hands hanging at his sides.

The four Stigmata simultaneously attacked and suppressed him.

Golden flames coalesced into chains that bound his hands, blue snakes coiled around his legs, tentacles of the Mark of Fear pressed against his back, and chains of the Mark of Shadow encircled his waist.

He was completely powerless to resist at this point.

Marfa's eyes lit up.

What a great opportunity!

Under the suppression of the four sacred marks, Lynn is now completely powerless to resist. He only needs to make a slight move...

Marfa acted on her idea immediately, raising both hands simultaneously, and silvery-white light condensed in her palms into an illusory lightsaber.

There was no sound, no light or shadow on the blade, only a sharp cry that could be perceived on a spiritual level.

The sword was aimed straight at Lynn's head.

The scene changed too quickly. The other Saints beside them initially thought that Marfa, like them, wanted to restrict Lynn. No one expected it to be a killing move.

Lynn's pupils suddenly contracted, and deep within them was reflected Marfa's smug smile.

Kid, you're just unlucky.

I just got promoted to a Saint Mark and this happened, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to defeat you.

At the crucial moment, Cersei raised her hand.

She didn't turn around or look at Marfa; she simply raised her right hand and flicked her fingers lightly.

A semi-transparent shield appeared in front of Lynn. The sword struck the shield and shattered it instantly.

The shield remained completely still.

"Martha, Lynn has given up resisting." Cersei turned around, looked at Marfa, and said calmly.

"Even without confirming their identities, you've gone too far."

"What, do you two have a grudge?"

Marfa's face turned ashen. "No, I just wanted to strip his soul away to prevent him from resorting to underhanded tactics."

Stripping away the soul? To the assembled Stigmata, this was nothing short of a way to fool the undead.

Cersei, who was well aware of the feud between the two, did not press the matter further and turned to walk towards the Temple of Truth.

"Let's go, everything will be fine after the checkup."

Lynn nodded, glanced at Marfa, and turned to follow Cersei.

After taking a couple of steps, as if remembering something, he hurriedly asked his master's wife for help to collect the golden-red blood droplets that had dripped from his wound.

The wizarding world has many unknown methods that can be used to attack through various mediums, and blood is one of the most important of them.

Moreover, she didn't want her blood to be stolen and studied by others.

Cersei naturally wouldn't refuse. With a gentle flick of her fair fingers, the golden-red blood bead that had fallen to the ground flew directly into her hand and was collected.

Lynn then left with Cersei, relieved.

To prevent any accidents, the five Stigmata followed behind.

Marfa followed at the back of the group, her eyes fixed on the back of Lynn's head, wanting to give him a good whack.

Her fingers were clenched into fists inside her sleeves.

When Morpheus ambushed and hunted Lynn, she also sent out apprentices, but those apprentices never returned, and it's unknown whether they left any evidence.

Did Lynn know or not?

If he knew, he would definitely settle accounts with her. It took the combined efforts of the five Holy Marks to subdue him; if she had done it alone...

Moreover, even if we don't consider the consequences now, what will someone who has risen from an ordinary person to a Saint Mark in just over a decade become in a few years?

Can I really win against him?

Marfa regretted it, firstly because she had attacked Lynn, and secondly because she hadn't acted quickly or ruthlessly enough.

Without personally intervening, he killed Lynn directly.

As a result, a tiny ant has gradually grown into its mortal enemy.

Regardless of Marfa's thoughts, she no longer intends to make a move.

Soon, they arrived at the Hall of the Mark of Truth. The group was teleported inside, where a magnificent and awe-inspiring scene awaited them.

There was no sky above, only countless slowly rotating geometric patterns. Those lines were purely composed of rules, each one a projection of the traces of truth left by the tower masters of past generations.

They floated above the hall, some like decaying bones, some like writhing flesh, some like eternal stars, some like turning gears, and some like frozen lightning.

A dark gold crystal ball with a diameter of three meters floats in the center of the hall.

Liquid-like energy ripples flow across the surface of the sphere, revealing the interior of the sphere as the ripples spread.

The entire three-dimensional phantom of the Bone Spire, from its spire to the boundary of the Eternal Night Graveyard, is clearly visible in every detail.

Sersi led Lynn to the crystal ball, and the ripples on its surface stopped.

A mechanical voice emanated from inside the sphere, devoid of emotion or inflection.

[Welcome to the Hall of Truth's Mark, Your Excellency Deputy Tower Master. Please state your purpose.]

"Scan this person." Cersei turned to the side, revealing Lynn behind her.

"Confirm his identity and soul state."

The ripples on the surface of the crystal ball began to flow again.

A beam of dark golden light shot out from the sphere and shone on Lynn, sweeping from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and then back up from his feet to the top of his head.

The projections of the Marks of Truth above the hall also lit up, and countless fine rays of light shot down from the edges of the geometric patterns, landing on Lynn.

The rays of light intertwined on his body like a net, each thread vibrating at a different frequency and with a different color.

The light penetrated his skin, his muscles, his bones, and his soul.

Lynn stood still.

My body is completely different from other Stigmata Wizards, and I don't know if it will be detected as abnormal.

Although he didn't want to be scanned, he had no choice at this moment.