Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn stood on the gray wasteland, looking at Lin Chen, who stood on the back of the Nether Wolf. The two faced each other, separated by a pile of scattered bones.

Lynn's expression at that moment was quite remarkable.

Excitement, thrill, disbelief...

His lips moved a few times, and his eyes were a little red.

"Chen'er, I am your father!" His voice was hoarse, as if he had been holding it in for a long time before he spoke.

"Don't you remember? Thirteen years ago, you fell into the River Styx while playing around. I searched for you for thirteen whole years, and only found you today!"

"Thirteen years! Do you know how I've survived these thirteen years?!"

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes, carefully observing Lin En's expression.

Lynn took a step forward.

"Come with me. Let's go home. Your mother cries every day and is waiting for you at home."

His eyes were full of sincerity, and his voice was choked with emotion.

Lin Chen's lips twitched, and his eyes kept changing.

One moment it was a pale gold color, the pupils were vertical, and the eyes were sharp, like staring at prey.

After a while, the pale gold faded, his pupils became rounder, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

The expression on his face changed, sometimes indifferent, sometimes confused, sometimes angry.

Clearly, the side effects of consuming the Styx River for so long have become apparent, and its mind is now in turmoil.

"Mother?" Lin Chen's lips moved slightly, repeating the word.

Lynn took a step forward and said emotionally, "Yes, your mother. She waited thirteen years!"

"The day you fell into the River Styx, she cried for three days and three nights until her tears ran dry and she almost went blind."

Lin Chen's body stiffened for a moment. He looked down at his hands.

Her hands were covered in scales, and her nails were sharp. No matter how you looked at her, she was very different from Lynn.

"I...have a mother?" His voice was hoarse, and his words were full of doubt.

Lynn took another step forward. "Yes, your name is Lin Chen. You have not only a mother who cares about you, but also a father who loves you and has been searching for you for thirteen years!"

Lynn looked up at Lynn, his pale golden pupils narrowing again.

"Father? You are my father? You have the same blood as me, but it's much purer than mine."

As he spoke, a grin spread across his face, revealing sharp teeth, and his eyes were filled with greed.

Then it drooped down again, its teeth were covered by its lips, and its expression became aggrieved.

"I...I don't want to hurt you. You're mine..."

Before he could finish speaking, his face contorted again, his eyes narrowed, and a low growl came from his throat.

"No! I am not Lin Chen, I am Tun Yuan!"

"I want to...devour you. By devouring you, I can break through to the Monarch level, my bloodline will become purer, and I will become extremely powerful!"

Lynn stopped and did not go any further.

He could see that Lin Chen was affected by the fragments of Styx's memories, his mind was in extreme chaos, and the two wills within him were fighting.

The bloodline of the Starry Sky Beast told him that devouring his own kind would make him stronger, while his human form told him that the person before him was his father and he could not be harmed.

Two conflicting wills tore at his mind, and he couldn't control himself.

One moment he's normal, the next he's insane.

When he's normal, he's like a child, with no hostility in his eyes, only confusion; when he's insane, he's like a wild beast, with only greed in his eyes.

Lin Chen squatted on the ground, holding his head in his hands, his fingernails digging into his white hair.

"Shut up... all of you shut up... stop arguing... I am the master of this body!"

His body was trembling uncontrollably as he tried to control it.

The Nether Wolf looked down at Lin Chen, who was in great pain, and a hint of unease flashed in its dark blue eyes.

Its mission is to protect the Devouring Abyss and obey its commands, but in its current state, the Devouring Abyss cannot give any commands.

The Ghost Wolf raised its head and glared fiercely at Lynn.

It believes that Lynn is the root cause of Devourer's suffering, and that Devourer will return to normal once Lynn is dealt with.

The Nether Wolf pounced, its speed astonishing, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air with its translucent body.

The claws slammed towards Lynn's head, the tips of the claws carrying a chilling aura.

That was pure Netherworld power.

Lynn sighed; there was no way to avoid a fight.

He didn't dodge; instead, he raised his right hand, and the Saint Mark Domain opened.

Grayish-white light surged from the palm of his hand, spreading in all directions like a tide.

The ghost wolf was enveloped in light, its body stiffening in mid-air for a moment, but it quickly broke free.

A large amount of dark blue mist surged from its body. The power of the underworld transformed into the mist, which pushed aside the suppression of the Holy Mark Domain. The underworld wolf's claws continued to strike Lynn.

Lynn took a step back, and a grayish-white light shone from the tip of his left finger.

Curse of Death!

Light shone from his fingertips, silently, colorlessly, and without form.

The ghost wolf dodged to the side, and the light grazed its body, hitting the ground and leaving a fist-sized crater.

The edges of the pit were smooth, as if they had been wiped away by something.

The Demon Eye emerged from the Netherworld, its geometric structure, which was constantly collapsing inward, hovering in mid-air, the surrounding air slightly distorted.

The silver nebula flashed, and a ray of spiritual energy shot out from it, heading straight for the Netherwolf's head.

The ghost wolf ducked to avoid the ray, which grazed its ear and struck the ground, creating a crack.

The myriad things shifted continuously within the realm of the Holy Mark, their greyish-white robes swaying gently in the wind.

Its eyes had no light; its pupils were grayish-white, like two stones.

It raised its right hand, and grayish-white mist surged from its palm, transforming into countless chains that bound the limbs of the Netherwolf.

Lynn, the Magic Eye, and the Myriad Manifestations all attacked simultaneously.

The Nether Wolf was bound by three chains and unable to move. Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Chen teleported away again.

The Death Curse and the Spirit Ray struck the Netherwolf one after the other, causing its aura to dissipate and the dark blue light in its eyes to dim.

Its body was convulsing, and its struggles were becoming weaker and weaker.

This is the difference between ghostly creatures and wizards; even if a creature is a level higher than the three of them, Lynn can quickly take it down.

The undead around the ghost wolf surged forward, wanting to help it.

Skeleton soldiers, skeleton mages, ghouls, ghosts, undead knights... densely packed across the entire wasteland.

Lynn's Stigmata Domain expanded once more, and a grayish-white light enveloped all the undead.

The ground in the Sacred Mark Realm cracked open, and the undead fell into the cracks and were dragged into the goblin world.

The sorcery array on the Island of Death activated instantly, suppressing them and rendering them completely immobile.

The Ghost Wolf was completely overwhelmed by Lynn, the Demon Eye, and the Myriad Manifestations, and had no power to fight back.

Lynn's Stigmata Domain expanded once more, and a grayish-white light enveloped the Nether Wolf's body.

The Nether Wolf's body was gradually suppressed, and the dark blue mist on its surface was rapidly depleted in an attempt to resist the erosion of the Holy Mark Domain.

However, under the suppression of the three great holy marks, it was all in vain.

A moment later, the Nether Wolf disappeared from the spot.

It was taken into the Stigmata Domain and landed on the black scorched earth of the Island of Death.

Wanxiang followed it in and stood in front of it. The Demon Eye also disappeared from the void and appeared above the Island of Death.

The three Holy Marks clashed fiercely, but under the dual suppression of the Holy Mark Domain and the Witch Array, the Nether Wolf couldn't cause any trouble.