Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

"Lord Grom, I have just returned from the Underworld."

Grom paused for a moment.

"The underworld?"

His voice rose by half an octave, which seemed utterly unbelievable.

"That's right, I accidentally fell into the River Styx and stayed at the bottom for more than half a month." Lynn took another sip of tea.

"If we hadn't encountered a seepage point that led us back to the main world, we don't know when we would have been able to return."

Grom was completely stunned.

Did it run back from the bottom of the River Styx?

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

The underworld is a place where the living cannot come out, and the dead cannot come out either; only those with holy marks can survive.

But what about Lynn? He actually went to take a bath in the River Styx, and not only did he go in, he also came out safely.

After recovering, Lynn seemed to remember something and put down her teacup.

"Lord Grom, I need to take care of something. Please wait a moment."

He raised his right hand, and a grayish-white light surged from his palm, spreading throughout the stone hall.

It's not the complete Stigmata Domain, but only a partial projection.

Lynn vanished in a flash.

Grom sat in the chair, staring blankly at the portal of light, observing everything inside, his teacup still in his hand.

The giant net of rules stretching across the sky in the projection made his heart pound with fear.

Is this the Myriad Sacred Marks?

If I'm not mistaken, the lines that make up this giant web of rules should be chains of rules, right?

Then what about the "rules of death" that I've been trying to understand for so many years?

Lynn stood on the black, scorched earth of the Island of Death.

The Nether Wolf lay in the center of the Island of Death, having been suppressed by the myriad phenomena for some time.

The Demon Eye hovered above it, a silver nebula slowly rotating, its pupil locked onto the head of the Nether Wolf.

Wanxiang stood before the Netherworld Wolf, and grayish-white mist surged from its body, transforming into countless chains that bound the Netherworld Wolf's limbs and neck.

The Ghost Wolf sensed Lynn, raised its head, and its dark blue eyes held no anger, only numbness.

It wasn't that they truly submitted, but rather that they resigned themselves to their fate after being unable to win.

For the past two weeks, we've tried every possible method, but we just can't break free from this world, and our Netherworld power is almost depleted.

The "big-eyed guy" and the "gray fog guy" have been "training" it quite a bit lately, making it unable to stop every day.

Upon seeing the main character appear, the Nether Wolf seemed to realize something, and its eyes even showed a hint of anticipation.

Anyway, it's better than being a dead dog now.

Lynn walked up to the Ghost Wolf, squatted down, looked into its eyes, and activated the analysis.

[Target: The Netherworld Wolf King (formerly the top general under the Bone Monarch)]

[Rank: Mid-tier Holy Mark (Five Rings)]

[Core Composition: A fusion of a ghost from the underworld and a northern wasteland wolf, its body is formed from underworld power, and its skeleton is materialized.]

【characteristic】:

1. Netherworld Body: The body is half physical and half spiritual, reducing physical attack damage by 50% and energy attack damage by 30%.

2. Ghost Devour: Devouring undead can quickly restore injuries and energy.

3. Wolf Pack Will: Can summon an unlimited number of Netherworld Wolves from the Northern Wasteland. The strength of each wolf depends on the energy output of the Netherworld Wolf King.

4. Netherworld Breath: ...

5. Phase Stealth: ...

6. Aura of the Dead: ...

7. Shadow Bite: ...

8. The Howl of the Wolf: ...

9. Ruler of the Underworld: ...

[Potential: Medium. Mid-tier Saint Mark is the limit; without special opportunities, it cannot be advanced further.]

...

Lynn withdrew his analysis.

Although the Nether Wolf possessed the strength of a mid-level Saint Mark, its abilities were mediocre, which disappointed Lynn somewhat.

No wonder he can only serve as the White Bone Monarch's lackey; Lin Chen's bodyguard is indeed utterly useless.

But it's still a mid-tier Saint Mark, higher than the level of their own undead, so it's good enough to make a show of things.

Normally, Lynn wouldn't be able to subdue a Dark Wolf that's a whole rank higher than him, but who can blame him for being Lynn?

Lynn raised his right hand and placed it on the head of the Ghost Wolf.

The spiritual energy transformed into countless fine needles, piercing into the soul core of the Nether Wolf.

The Nether Wolf's body stiffened abruptly, a struggle flashing in its dark blue eyes.

Its body was trembling, its four legs were shaking, its tail was tucked between its legs, and it was instinctively trying to muster its mental strength to resist.

However, Lynn's mental strength far surpassed that of other Saint Marks of the same level, as the three thousand rule chains of the Myriad Manifestations Saint Mark provided a massive amount of mental energy.

His Starbound Domination Heart also came into play, and his ability to control the undead was equally effective against Stigmata-level undead.

The Ghost Wolf's struggle lasted for more than ten breaths.

Then its body went limp, its four legs stopped shaking, and its tail went from being tucked in to drooping.

The golden light deep within its pupils turned grayish-white, bearing Lynn's mark.

Lynn withdrew his hand.

The Ghost Wolf stood up, walked to Lynn's side, and rubbed its head against his leg.

Its size is shrinking rapidly, from the size of a house to the size of a carriage, and from the size of a carriage to the size of a normal dog.

It raised its head and stuck out its tongue to lick Lynn's hand.

Lynn looked down at it, his lips twitched, and he gave the ghost wolf's head a couple of hard strokes.

"Good dog, good dog."

The ghost wolf wagged its tail and licked even more enthusiastically.

Grom sat in a chair in the stone hall and saw all of this through the projection.

He saw Lynn tame the giant, dark blue wolf, saw the wolf shrink to the size of a normal dog, saw the wolf lick Lynn's hand, and saw Lynn stroke its head.

Hmm...what a harmonious scene!

Grom's mouth opened and he couldn't close it.

He could sense the wolf's aura even through the light gate. It wasn't an ordinary Netherworld Beast; it was a powerful creature at the mid-level of the Saint Mark!

Lynn, a newly promoted Saint Mark, subdued a mid-level Saint Mark undead.

This isn't wizarding!

Grom picked up his teacup and took a big gulp.

The tea had gone cold, but he didn't mind, because his heart was even colder.

He put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, looked at Lynn through the portal, and shook his head.

This kid is getting more and more outrageous.

Fortunately, we had the foresight to invest early on. The more outrageous this kid becomes, the more secure our position will be within the academy.

We still need to treat this kid well.

Thinking of this, Grom put his teacup on the table and called out to the outside.

"Someone come here!"

An apprentice in a grey robe ran up from the corridor, head bowed. "Sir, what are your orders?"

"Go and inform all the garrison wizards at the mines and outposts in the Soulfall Mountains to come to the outposts tonight. Lord Lynn has returned, and a banquet will be prepared to welcome him."

Grom's voice was extremely solemn.

"Tell them that Lord Lynn is now a Saint-Stigma Wizard and a core member of the Bone Spire. Anyone who doesn't come can forget about ever showing up in the Soul-Sinking Mountains again."

The apprentice paused for a moment, then turned and ran, his footsteps echoing in the corridor, growing fainter and fainter.