Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Aldrick stood atop the city wall, stopped beside the battlements, and looked down at the slowly billowing gray-white mist outside the wall.

The mist clung to the surface of the light membrane, churning and surging outside the city walls, slowly rising and climbing towards higher positions, trying to cross the top edge of the barrier.

He quietly watched the mist, his gaze following its flow, identifying its source, and simultaneously confirming its boundaries.

After a moment, Aldrick sighed.

What a grand gesture!

These mists came from all directions, surrounding the entire main city of Alchemy.

The fog did not spread outwards, but only raged in this area.

Clearly, this is the effect of the formation.

Only a rat that lacks confidence in its own strength would resort to such despicable tactics.

Thinking of this, Aldrick's confidence increased by another three points.

Very well, I'll use swift and decisive measures to eliminate this rat.

He addressed the stationed alchemists and explained:

"This layer of mist is composed of chaotic power. It is consuming and decomposing the foundation of the alchemy array, gradually eroding the runic structure of the alchemy array."

"If the fog continues, it will accelerate the disappearance of the array patterns until they are completely obliterated."

The sorcerers inside the city walls realized what was happening, but they continued to channel energy into their hands.

Aldrick didn't immediately turn around and leave the city wall to catch the rat; instead, he considered how to deal with the fog next.

Eliminating the enemy is important, but this alchemical capital city is equally important. It is the power center of this world and the headquarters of countless forces.

It can be said that this main city is the "brain" and the most crucial "heart" of the entire world.

If it explodes, the whole world will be in chaos for a while.

Aldrick pondered in his mind what method, how much effort, and what price he would have to pay to completely clear away this churning gray-white area.

The power of chaos is not easy to cleanse; at least conventional alchemy cannot cleanse it, and it will instead be assimilated.

He stood beside the battlements, looking at the fog, estimating the time, energy consumption, and potential affected area.

This information needs to be confirmed before deciding on the next course of action and the appropriate level of force to handle it without affecting subsequent preparations.

As time goes by, the array patterns on the city wall are fading, and the silvery-white lines are disappearing from the edges inward.

This made it even more difficult for the alchemists to maintain their positions.

Several alchemists knelt beside the array patterns, their palms pressed against the disappearing patterns.

They were still transmitting energy, but the lines below their fingers were no longer responding, and the energy could no longer be transmitted.

A young sorcerer looked down at his palm, where the array patterns on the dull stone had completely disappeared.

"The array patterns... the array patterns have disappeared!"

The young warlock screamed in terror as he looked hopefully at Aldric.

Stop pretending to be profound. If you don't take action soon, the entire city will be wiped out!

Aldrick stood beside the battlements, looked down at the crumbling array patterns on the inner side of the city wall for a while, and then raised his right hand.

His fingers traced lines in the air, without touching anything, but silvery-white patterns appeared in mid-air following the trajectory of his fingertips.

The patterns spun slowly in the air, their edges gleaming brighter than the original patterns on the city wall, without any sign of flickering.

This miraculous scene shocked all the alchemists.

As expected of the strongest being in this world, his methods are indeed extraordinary.

Aldrick continued moving his fingers for a moment, and the floating patterns began to drift to various parts of the city wall.

Some of the stones fell onto the stone surface inside the city wall, covering the cracked lines and allowing the broken edges to rejoin.

Some landed below the alchemists' palms, filling the gaps between their hands and the array patterns, flowing down their fingers and extending into the cracks in the stone.

Others were directly inserted into the original rune array, further enhancing the effect of the alchemy array.

The alchemists on the city wall felt the pressure lessening, and some removed their hands from the array patterns, looking down at the patterns on the ground that were lighting up again.

A warlock stood closest to Aldrick, looking down at the new patterns:

"The array patterns... are recovering, they're strengthening! These array patterns... how come I've never seen them before?"

Several people nearby also looked amazed as they studied the new array patterns.

They could vaguely sense that the new array patterns were related to the new rules that emerged after the world's advancement.

The silvery-white light is spreading along the surface of the city wall again, filling the cracked areas.

The floating patterns have all settled into various parts of the city wall, and the silvery-white light film has closed up again, with a brightness that is more stable than before.

By the time Aldrick withdrew his hand, the entire array pattern had become a continuous whole, and its defensive capabilities had been greatly enhanced.

But the grayish-white mist outside the city wall was still churning, showing no signs of abating, and continued to flow slowly along the edge of the light membrane.

It was blocked, but it didn't disappear.

As long as the fog remains, the array patterns will eventually be worn away.

As the alchemists watched the array patterns light up again, some breathed a sigh of relief, while others stared worriedly at the mist outside the city walls.

Aldrick turned around and said to his deputy behind him:

"I'll go down there and clear out this fog. You all keep the array running, and make sure it doesn't stop."

The second-in-command nodded, and several alchemists around him watched Aldrick walk to the edge of the city wall.

Aldrick stood at the edge of the city wall, and without pausing, strode forward, stepping on the air as if walking on invisible steps.

He walked step by step into the churning gray-white mist.

The fog closed in the instant he entered, surging up from both sides to cover his body and quickly engulfing his last figure.

The alchemists on the city wall looked at each other in bewilderment.

The grayish-white mist had completely swallowed their leader, leaving no trace.

If the president doesn't come back...

Then they will experience the most desperate way to die.

The deputy gripped the edge of the battlement without speaking, keeping a close eye on the fog.

The array patterns on the inner side of the city wall continued to operate, but the outer side of the silvery-white light membrane was still shrouded in grayish-white mist.

Aldrick fell a short distance through the fog before regaining his balance and hovering in mid-air.

His surroundings were narrow, and a grayish-white mist enveloped his body. There was no wind, no sound, and no sense of direction.

It was as if everything had returned to chaos.