Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Half a day later, Lynn stopped at the edge of the Bone Monarch's territory.

Going any further, the danger level becomes too high.

Lynn crouched down and released shadow flies from the goblin world.

The Shadow Swarm has now reached a catastrophic level, with a number of thousands, and its detection range and stealth capabilities have been greatly enhanced.

A swarm of black insects surged from his palm. They were smaller than a fingernail, had six pairs of transparent wings, and were only level 3 in strength.

They dispersed silently, some disappearing into the cracks between the rubble and flying close to the ground, while others soared into the sky and looked down upon the earth.

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

The scene unfolded in his mind.

The first flying insect soared high in the sky, with a wide field of vision. Ahead lay a gray-white plain, densely packed with the dead.

The skeleton soldiers, arranged in neat square formations, patrolled the perimeter mechanically, seemingly tireless.

In the middle of each squad of skeleton soldiers, there is also a skeleton mage who oversees and controls the entire squad.

In addition, there are a large number of rotting corpses, corpse demons, ghosts, vengeful spirits, underworld monsters, undead knights, and so on.

The undead are clearly ranked, with the outermost layer consisting of low-ranking undead, ranging from level 1 to level 3, which are the most numerous and densely cover the entire plain.

The next layer contains mid-level undead, ranging from level 4 to level 5, which are fewer in number but larger and have a stronger aura.

Further in are the high-level undead, level 6, which are few in number and scattered throughout the plains. Each one occupies an area, leaving no blind spots.

This layout makes the entire territory as impenetrable as an iron fortress, making it increasingly difficult to infiltrate the deeper one goes.

The second flying insect flew deeper, climbing to the top of a dead tree in the core area, where four tall buildings came into view.

At the very center is a bone-white palace, its walls constructed of stacked bones, each bone as thick as a water bucket.

A huge bone bird was perched on the roof of the palace, resting with its eyes closed.

The bone bird's aura was much stronger than the other undead. Lynn sensed from the Shadow Insect Swarm that the bone bird, like himself, was at the initial stage of the Saint Mark.

However, ordinary undead of the Saint Mark level cannot control the Saint Mark domain, and their combat power is much weaker than that of wizards of the same level.

There are three smaller "buildings" around the palace.

To the east is a black stone tower, with a ball of eerie blue light floating atop it, within which sits a gigantic ghost wolf.

The Netherwolf lay there, greedily absorbing the surrounding Netherworld power; its strength was at the mid-level of the Saint Mark.

To the west was a grayish-white cave, and at the entrance of the cave squatted a skeletal giant, holding a stone axe in his hand.

A chilling aura continuously surged from the depths of the cave, which was absorbed by its skeleton, allowing it to reach the initial stage of the Saint Mark realm.

To the north is a huge dead tree, and on the dead tree is a huge white bone bird's nest, which looks like the nest of that bone bird.

Lynn opened his eyes and withdrew the image of the swarm of insects.

There are now at least four Sacred Marks within the entire territory of the Bone Monarch.

The Bone Monarch is at the peak of the Saint Mark, the Nether Wolf is at the mid-level of the Saint Mark, and the Bone Bird and the Skeleton Giant are at the initial level.

With my strength at the initial stage of Saint Mark, plus the Demon Eye and Myriad Manifestations, dealing with mid-stage Saint Marks shouldn't be difficult.

Facing a Saint of the peak, he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Infiltrate? The risk is too great; if discovered, it's death.

Forget it, it's not worth risking my life for Lin Chen. I'll just wait.

Can Lin Chen really stay holed up in the territory of the Bone Monarch forever and never come out?

Lynn closed his eyes again, letting the swarm continue to monitor, determined to wait for Lin Chen to come out on his own.

The images of the insect swarm continued to be transmitted back.

...

Inside the Palace of Bones, the main hall was empty, and the floor was covered with white bones.

At the far end of the hall was a bone-white throne, upon which sat a tall figure.

He wore bone armor, a bone crown on his head, and his face was covered by a bone mask, revealing only his eyes.

Behind him stood a bone flag with a skull embroidered on it.

This bone belongs to the White Bone Monarch, one of the four rulers of the Underworld and the ruler of the Northern Realm.

A child stood beside the throne.

He looked to be only seven or eight years old, wearing a large, worn-out black robe.

He had a silver-white horn on his forehead with fine lines on its surface, and his arms and neck were covered with fine silver scales.

His eyes were pale gold, resembling the pupils of a beast, sending chills down one's spine.

He was holding a bone in his hand and gnawing on it. The bone was black and had bits of meat on it.

"My son, Devourer of the Abyss." The voice of the Bone Monarch came from behind the mask, deep and hoarse.

"I heard from my men that you have devoured another large undead army."

Tun Yuan threw the bone in his hand on the ground and nonchalantly wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"They're just a few undead. Father, is such a trivial matter worth your concern?"

The Bone Monarch tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest of the throne.

"A large undead army, with three thousand skeleton soldiers, one hundred skeleton mages, five hundred ghouls, and one hundred wraiths, is no small matter."

Tun Yuan shrugged nonchalantly.

"What are three thousand seven hundred undead to you, Father? You have millions of undead under your command."

The Bone Monarch remained silent for a few moments.

"Three thousand five hundred undead is nothing, but if you eat like this every day, consuming tens of thousands every month, how much wealth do I have to support your consumption?"

Tun Yuan's lips drooped, and he lowered his head, looking at his toes.

"I can't go hungry, you know, I don't have many hobbies, but this is my favorite."

The Bone Monarch stood up, stepped down from his throne, walked to the Devourer, squatted down, and looked the Devourer in the eye with his eerie green eyes.

"I'm not forbidding you from eating. But you have to figure out a way to not just eat what's from your own family."

Tun Yuan raised his head, his eyes brightening. "Father, shall I go out and devour all those undead who refuse to submit to you?"

"This way, you can recruit more subordinates and expand your sphere of influence, and I can also fill my stomach. Why not?"

The Bone Monarch stood up, turned around, and walked back to his throne.

He sat down and tapped his fingers twice on the armrest.

"Okay, don't go too far. I'll have the Nether Wolf follow you."

Tun Yuan's eyes shone even brighter.

"Is it that Nether Wolf, second only to Father King?"

The Bone Monarch nodded. "It is my most trusted subordinate. With it by your side, no other monarch will dare to touch you."

"After you leave, head south. There is a no-man's-land to the south where the dead are unwilling to submit to any ruler. You can eat whatever you want there."

Tun Yuan jumped up and clapped his hands. "Father, don't worry, I will eat it all up, leaving not a single bone."

The Bone Monarch shook his head, helpless against the little glutton, and waved his hand towards the outside of the palace.

A giant ghost wolf floated out of the black stone tower, landed at the palace gate, and lay down on the ground to show its submission.

Tun Yuan ran over, wanting to climb onto the back of the Netherworld Wolf, but the Netherworld Wolf was too big to climb easily.

The Nether Wolf's body rapidly shrank, quickly shrinking to the size of a small pony, and Devourer easily mounted it.

The Netherwolf stood up, and Tunyuan sat on its back, its legs wrapped around its belly.

"Father, I'm leaving."

The Bone Monarch waved his hand without answering.

Tun Yuan patted the Nether Wolf's head, and the Nether Wolf turned and walked south, followed by a dark, overwhelming army of undead.

Skeleton soldiers stood in square formation, ghouls ran on both sides of the formation, and ghosts floated above the formation.