Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn withdrew his mental energy and leaned against the back of the meteorite.

Two mid-tier Holy Marks.

A demon, a wizard from the egg of chaos.

If it were only these two, even with the Chaos Dragon from the Origin Realm added, he could still handle it.

But I'm afraid they have a backup plan, that other members of the Chaos Egg are nearby, and that they might be able to pull out even more Holy Marks.

The best approach is to strike them dead the moment they make a move, preventing them from calling for reinforcements.

Lynn did not move, continuing to lie low.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Lynn did not release the Shadow Bugs, but instead used his own senses to perceive everything around him.

The meteorite's surface was cool. He pressed his palm against the stone, feeling the subtle vibrations: the footsteps of the demons carrying things, the energy fluctuations of the runes, and the slight tremors of the spacetime turbulence.

He was waiting, waiting for them to reveal a weakness, waiting for the opportunity to come to him.

Lynn huddled on the back of the meteorite and waited for seven days.

For seven days, the minions of the Chaos Egg never stopped working.

They moved stones, dragged metal pipes, and carved runes on the ground.

The runes were crooked and twisted, as if they had been stepped on and pieced back together by something. There were tiny cracks on the edges, and gray-black light was dancing in the cracks.

It seems to contain the power of chaos and spatial dissection.

The henchmen were quiet; no one spoke, only the sound of footsteps carrying things and the scraping of metal pipes across the stone surface could be heard.

It was also quiet on the other side of the Origin Realm. The spacetime turbulence was still churning, and the fragments of worlds interspersed within the turbulence were still moving slowly.

The creatures of the Source Realm seemed unaware of the danger; there were no warnings, no defenses, not even a single patrolling creature.

This chaotic world seems to lack a global will, or perhaps its global will was shattered long ago.

The Chaos Dragon is the sole ruler of the world, but now this dragon is asleep, giving them no warning.

Even if there are warnings, there are no good ways to deal with it, so it's better to be a clueless fool and live happily for a couple more days.

On the evening of the seventh day, the henchman leader walked up to the two holy marks.

He wore a tattered black robe, covered in dust and grease, and a string of small bone ornaments hung from his waist, making a tinkling sound as he walked.

He was bent over very low, his head was down, and his voice was hoarse.

"My lord, all the runes for breaking the formation have been inscribed and can be activated at any time."

The Stigmata Wizard of the Chaos Egg stood on a black rock, wearing a dark gray robe embroidered with fine silver patterns.

His eyes were pale gray, with a black ring around the edge of his pupils.

He nodded without saying anything.

The Star Eclipse Demon standing next to him was on another black rock, much taller than him.

Its skin is dark red with fine scales, and it has two curved horns on its head. The horns are black and have fine patterns on their surface.

It looked down at the runes, opened its mouth, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

"After breaking through the turbulent currents, I'll take care of the dragon; you're in charge of cleaning up its lair."

The grey-robed wizard glanced at it. "That dragon is no pushover. Can you handle it alone?"

The Star Eclipse Demon's lips twitched. "The task my lord gave me was to conquer the Origin Realm, not to befriend dragons."

Its voice carried a hint of impatience.

"You do your plan, I'll play my way."

The gray-robed wizard shook his head and said nothing more.

Demons are a bunch of arrogant guys. They could easily finish a fight by ganging up on each other, but they insist on fighting one-on-one to show off their power.

However, they were just collaborators, with no distinction between primary and secondary roles. Since the demon had taken on the most difficult task, he was happy to have some free time.

The wizard raised his right hand, and a gray-black light shone from his palm.

Light emanated from his palm and fell upon the runes.

The runes lit up, one after another, from the closest to the furthest, and from the furthest to the closest.

The gray-black light merged into one, spreading out at the edge of the turbulent spacetime, like a giant net.

The light network began to shrink, squeezing into the spacetime turbulence.

The incredibly powerful spacetime turbulence was cut apart, like a piece of cloth sliced ​​open with a knife, its edges neat and smooth.

The incision grew larger and wider, transforming from a crack into a fissure, and from a fissure into a doorway.

Meanwhile, the runic array continued to spew out chaotic power, hindering the restoration of the spacetime turbulence barrier.

The portal to the "Origin Realm" has been completely opened.

Inside the Origin Realm, a star floating on the edge of the starry sky lit up briefly.

The chaotic dragon awoke from its slumber, opening its eyes to reveal golden pupils tinged with a hint of confusion.

It sensed a hole in the barrier outside the world.

The hole opened at the edge of the Origin Realm, and gray-black light seeped in from it, carrying the aura of the abyss and chaotic mental fluctuations.

Enemy invasion!

The chaotic dragon's body broke free from the star's interior, and fragments of rock fell from its body, scattering and crashing into several nearby small meteorites, creating craters.

Its wingspan was over 100 meters when it was spread out, and its scales were dark blue with fine golden patterns on the surface.

Its tail is very long, with a white, gleaming bone spur at the end.

The dragon flew toward the cave at an astonishing speed. The sound of its wings flapping did not travel in the vacuum, but the rubble was scattered and flew everywhere by its flapping wings.

It flew to the cave entrance and looked down outside.

The grey-robed wizard stood on a black rock, the Star Erosion Demon stood on another black rock, and behind them were countless demons and minions of the Chaos Egg.

They really are the enemy!

It smelled a nauseating odor—the sulfurous stench emanating from the demons...

The grey-robed wizard raised his head, looked at the enraged chaos dragon, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

Without the protection of the spacetime turbulence, the Origin Realm is nothing more than a house that can be entered and exited at any time.

The Star Eclipse Demon moved, its body ejected from the black rock, and dark red light exploded on its surface, turning into countless tiny sparks that rushed towards the dragon.

The dragon dodged to the side, its tail whipping towards the Star Devourer, the bone spikes cutting a gash in the Star Devourer's arm.

The wound appeared ordinary, but it contained a mysterious power that made it difficult to heal.

Demons possess incredibly strong regenerative abilities, and in the chaotic realm of the Abyss, they are constantly fighting, fighting, from the moment they are born...

Now, in just one encounter, he was actually injured by the Chaos Dragon.

This dragon... it's something else!

What surprised him even more was that this chaotic dragon was able to slightly manipulate that "spacetime turbulence"!

It is clearly extremely familiar with the spacetime turbulence of the Source Realm. I don't know what method it used, but it was able to influence and manipulate the turbulence, and guide the spacetime turbulence to attack or defend!