Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The spaceship had only been traveling for a short while when one of the astronauts suddenly cried out, "My divine magic! My divine magic seems to have failed!"

He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and prayed earnestly, hoping that the "power of divine grace" would manifest again.

But there was no light at the fingertips, nothing at all.

His face turned pale instantly.

Another astronaut who practiced the divine magic system tried it out, but his divine magic also disappeared.

The group panicked.

At this point, the goblin in charge of communications contacted the other ships and received the same message: the divine grace had vanished...

"The Supreme God... has the Supreme God abandoned us?"

"No, we are expanding the territory for the Supreme God, He will not abandon us. It should be... it should be that we are too far away from the Supreme God and cannot feel the divine grace."

"Yes, that must be it!"

"What should we do then? Without divine magic, how can we resist danger?"

"What good are our divine spells if we encounter danger in space?"

Even so, the atmosphere in the cockpit became tense.

At that moment, Lynn's divine sense probed over, and his voice rang in their minds.

"My devout believers, the time has come to test your faith!"

"Only by upholding our faith in adversity can we receive the grace of the Most High God!"

"Your divine magic will not be ineffective forever. Once you have completed your exploration and returned home, the divine magic will be restored."

"And you... will receive true divine grace!"

The astronauts were silent for a moment, then became completely excited.

Divine grace? They have a chance to receive divine grace!

What an honor, and what good fortune!

Everyone bowed their heads and clasped their hands together.

"Thank you, Supreme God N'Zoth, for granting us power. We will not let you down and will surely complete the mission!"

The twenty spaceships dispersed and flew off in different directions.

The silvery-white ship hull receded further and further into the black void, growing smaller and smaller until it finally became a speck of light and disappeared.

After sending off the first group of twenty spaceships, Lynn did not leave immediately. Instead, he inscribed a magic circle on the stone platform where the teleportation array was located and left his holy mark as proof.

This magic array acts like a "communication base station," capable of intercepting and receiving signals from the communication magic devices held by each captain and transmitting them to the next "base station."

At the subsequent teleportation points, Lynn will also inscribe the same magic array.

Otherwise, relying solely on the communication capabilities of the communication device itself would make it difficult to achieve ultra-long-distance communication.

The purpose of leaving that stigmata mark was to inform future generations.

This is the work of the Holy Mark Wizard, don't touch it!

After completing and activating the inscription, Lynn activated the teleportation array and teleported to the next area.

He went to the next teleportation point, a teleportation point on another planet on the northern border.

Twenty more spaceships, and the same procedure again.

The sky split open, the spaceship flew out, the astronauts' magic failed, they were terrified, and he tried to calm them down with telepathy...

The twenty spaceships dispersed and disappeared.

He then deployed his spaceships to two other planets in the northern border region.

Five teleportation points and one hundred spaceships were eventually deployed.

The first batch of ships were used to explore the Northern Territory, and the ships built later were deployed to other territories.

Otherwise, if it were to be deployed like "a shower of flowers" across the Wizarding World, the transit and teleportation costs between different worlds and the material costs for inscribing the communication magic arrays would bankrupt Lynn.

Lynn stood on the stone platform at the last teleportation point, looking in the direction where the spaceships had disappeared, hoping they would bring him a surprise.

You don't need much; just discovering a valuable new world is enough to recoup your initial investment.

A few resources are nothing compared to a world.

After all the deployments were completed, Lynn stepped into the return teleportation array again, and also set up a communication device towards the academy.

When the light from the teleportation array faded, Lynn stood on a gray-white stone platform.

The stone platform is surrounded by a wasteland, with gray-black gravel stretching from underfoot to the distant horizon.

The wind was strong, blowing sand and dust from between the pebbles, which hit the hem of Lynn's robe.

This is a barren world, but at least it has life, resources, and value for development.

There are naturally people stationed there.

A young man was squatting next to the stone platform, wearing a gray short robe and a bronze nameplate pinned to his chest.

He was still a third-class wizard apprentice in the Gray Tower.

He was repairing the gap in the teleportation rune with a rune pen when he heard the teleportation array beep. He looked up and saw Lynn, so he quickly stood up.

"My lord, welcome to the Northern Transit Station of the Gray Tower. Would you like to continue teleporting or...?"

The apprentice's voice was respectful, but he stopped halfway through his sentence.

He saw Lynn's robe; it was dark purple, with an inconspicuous mark on his right chest.

His pupils contracted slightly.

The robe was somewhat unfamiliar to him, but he recognized the holy marks.

I've seen it on the robes of the academy's higher-ups.

This person is... a Stigmata Wizard?

Thinking of this, his legs went a little weak.

Lynn did not answer. He walked around the stone platform, from the edge to the center and back again.

He was looking for a location, the most suitable place to depict the witch formation.

At the edge of the stone platform, in the southeast corner, the stone slabs are the flattest, the runes are the least worn, and it's also far from the teleportation runes.

He took out a carving knife from his ring and brandished it in mid-air.

The apprentice felt a chill run down his spine as he watched Lynn's actions.

Why isn't this person teleporting? Are they inscribing a magic array? Or are they trying to seize the teleportation array?

He wanted to speak up and stop him, but considering the man's strength and feeling the mountain-like pressure, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

No magic arrays are allowed to be inscribed around the teleportation array; this is a rule of the academy.

The regulations of the Grey Tower are also a consensus among all transit stations.

The energy fluctuations of the magic array can interfere with the operation of the teleportation runes, causing minor issues like teleportation deviations or even the collapse of the teleportation array.

He should stop it, he must stop it.

But he dared not.

It's not allowed in principle, but the principle is in this person's hands now...

Come on, it's only a few magic stones a month, why risk your life?

Thinking this way, the apprentice immediately felt much more at ease, and even considered whether he should directly surrender to this master, perhaps he could receive preferential treatment.

Lynn was unaware of his apprentice's thoughts. A grayish-white light shone between his fingers, condensing at the tip of the carving knife and transforming into a fine rune.

His spiritual energy field spread out, not intentionally targeting the apprentices, but simply emanating naturally while he was inscribing the magic array.

That force pressed down on the apprentice like an invisible mountain.

The apprentice's knees buckled, his breathing became heavy, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

He held onto the edge of the stone platform to keep from kneeling.

"My lord..." came the apprentice's soft voice.

Lynn ignored him and continued carving the second rune.

The carving knife sliced ​​across the stone slab, leaving fine lines that stood out against the grayish-white surface.

Seeing this, the apprentice stopped talking. He swallowed hard, took out his communication device from his pocket, and his hands were trembling. He pressed the wrong rune several times before he could do it correctly.

The communication device lit up briefly.

"Master, there's an adult at the transfer station who's inscribing a magic array next to the teleportation array. I...I dare not stop him." The apprentice's voice was very low.

An anxious voice came from the communication device. "Can you identify which faction it is? What kind of leader is it?"

The apprentice glanced up at Lynn's back, then quickly looked down again.

"A dark purple robe, with a circular mark on the right breast containing some patterns..."

There was a few moments of silence on the communication device, then a voice rang out, much more urgent than before.

"Don't move, I'm coming right away."

The communication was cut off. The apprentice stuffed the witchcraft back into his clothes, retreated to the edge of the stone platform, lowered his head, and dared not look at Lynn.