Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

On the teleportation platform, Lynn heard the apprentice's communication but ignored it, continuing to inscribe the communication magic array.

The third rune, the fourth, the fifth—the patterns of the runes spread across the stone slab, and a complete witchcraft array gradually took shape.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from afar.

A middle-aged wizard dressed in a dark gray robe descended from the sky and landed beside the stone platform.

He wore a silver second-circle wizard badge on his chest, and with a smile on his face, he landed directly next to Lynn.

His gaze fell on Lynn's robe, on the mark, his pupils contracted, and then he bent over.

"The wizard guarding the Gray Tower greets you, sir. I was unaware of your arrival and have failed to greet you properly."

His voice was steady, but only he knew how panicked he was inside.

Lynn didn't look up. "Hmm."

The middle-aged wizard straightened up and stood at the edge of the stone platform, carefully watching Lynn inscribe the magic circle.

He clenched his hands on the sides of his robe, glanced at the apprentice, who lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

My failure to stop it in advance is a huge dereliction of duty.

The middle-aged wizard did not pursue the apprentice any further. After all, the other party was a Saint Mark Wizard, and if he tried to stop him, he might anger him and kill him on the spot.

The middle-aged wizard turned back and looked at the runes.

He wasn't a professional runemaster, and he didn't recognize the direction of these runes, but he could sense that they had no energy fluctuations and wouldn't interfere with the teleportation array.

His shoulders relaxed a bit.

It seems to be... a magic array for auxiliary communication.

"My lord, it is strictly forbidden to inscribe magic arrays in this teleportation area, lest energy conflicts affect the teleportation effect." The middle-aged wizard's voice was very soft as he offered a slight reassurance, his tone extremely gentle.

After Lynn finished carving the ninth rune, he stopped carving and looked up at him.

"I inscribed a communication magic array, which won't affect the teleportation array."

The middle-aged wizard glanced at the runes on the stone slab, then at the runes on the teleportation array.

The teleportation rune is in the center of the stone platform, and the communication rune is on the edge of the platform, with a distance of several meters between them. The energy fluctuation of the communication rune is very weak, almost non-existent.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

"Sir, rules are rules, could you please..." His voice trailed off.

Lynn turned and glanced at him.

That glance was indifferent, without anger or threat.

The middle-aged wizard's words caught in his throat, and he could no longer speak. He lowered his head and repeatedly apologized.

"My lord, please continue. I was just being nosy."

Lynn looked away and continued carving.

The tenth rune, the eleventh rune, the twelfth rune... a quarter of an hour later, the last rune was finished.

The runes connected on the stone slab, and silvery-white light shone through the patterns.

Lynn raised his right hand, placed his palm on the center of the rune, and poured his mental energy into it. The rune lit up briefly, then dimmed again.

The communication base station has been activated.

After finishing the main carvings, Lynn picked up the carving knife again and carved a mark in the center of the communication magic array.

A circle, a yin-yang symbol, and eight golden branches.

The mark of the Lord of All Things.

The carving knife cut deep into the stone slab, each cut deep, leaving patterns embedded in the stone that cannot be erased.

After carving the mark, he carved a line of small characters below it, which was his communication frequency.

Lynn put away his carving knife, stood up, and looked at the middle-aged wizard.

"I am Lynn, the Stigmata Wizard of the Bone Spire. This magic circle is my communication base station, used to receive messages from my subordinates."

"Keep an eye on it while you're stationed there, and don't let anyone damage it. If anyone touches it, contact me."

His voice was calm, as if he were instructing his own apprentice.

Although the other party is from the Gray Tower, given their status, this small matter shouldn't be difficult to handle.

The middle-aged wizard's lips moved, as if he wanted to refuse based on the academy's rules, but he swallowed the words back.

He glanced at the mark, then at Lynn's face, and finally lowered his head.

He was just a second-circle wizard; he didn't have the guts to refuse a holy mark.

"Rest assured, my lord, I will keep a close watch on this magic array and will not allow anyone to destroy it."

Lynn nodded, turned, and walked onto the teleportation array. "Teleport to planet S-87."

The middle-aged wizard quickly turned around and waved to his apprentice. "Quickly, activate the teleportation array."

The apprentice ran to the control panel and ran his finger across the runes.

The teleportation array lit up and began to hum.

Lynn stepped onto the teleportation array and stood still. The middle-aged wizard stood at the edge of the stone platform and bowed deeply. "Please take care, my lord."

The apprentice also quickly bowed, bending very low.

A white light rose from beneath his feet, engulfing his figure.

The middle-aged wizard breathed a sigh of relief, stood beside the stone platform, looked at the mark and the line of small characters, and remained silent for a long time.

I feel like I've been taken advantage of.

He stood up, took out a communication device from his pocket, and infused it with his mental energy.

The magical artifact flashed, and a deep voice came from the other side.

"What is it?"

"My lord, there is a Stigmata Wizard from the Bone Spire at the Northern Transit Station. He carved a communication array next to the teleportation array and left his Stigmata mark and communication frequency. He told me to keep an eye on it and not let anyone destroy it."

The middle-aged wizard's voice was very low.

There was a few moments of silence on the other end. "A Saintly Stigmata Wizard? From the Bone Spire? What's his name?"

"Lynn. Lord of all things, Lynn."

There was a few moments of silence on the other end, as if they were checking information, before the voice rang out, much more serious than before.

"Lynn... a newly promoted Saint Mark, who became famous in the academy battle, single-handedly withstood the siege of three veteran Saint Marks."

The other party paused for a moment.

"Don't touch the magic array he carved. Have the apprentices stationed there keep an eye on it and not offend him."

The middle-aged wizard frowned slightly and hesitated before speaking.

"My lord, isn't it against the rules to inscribe a magic circle next to the teleportation array? What will other wizards think when they pass by and see an outsider's magic circle at the Gray Tower's transfer station? Where will we put our faces?"

The voice on the other end turned colder.

"Rules? Where were you before? Then go and tell him about our academy's rules, or just destroy that magic array."

"Rules are rules, but people are flexible. If you offend a Saintly Mark, the Gray Tower will lose all face!"

"Do as I say. Do your best to meet any requests Lord Lynn may have. The academy will cover for any problems that arise."

The middle-aged wizard lowered his head. "Yes, I understand."

The communication was cut off. The middle-aged wizard stuffed the magical artifact back into his robes and turned to walk toward his apprentice.

"From now on, you'll keep an eye on this magic array. Check it once a day to see if the runes are worn out or the markings are damaged. If there's a problem... I'll come to you."

The apprentice's legs went weak, but he still nodded. "Yes, Master."

The middle-aged wizard glanced at him, turned and flew away, but in his heart he was thinking about whether he should apply to the academy to change the post location.

This witchcraft formation has always been a hidden danger.