Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

As soon as he finished speaking, part of the plaza's skeleton fence burst open, revealing a deep entrance.

"Charge!"

"Hurry up and go inside!"

"Occupy a favorable position!"

"Demacia!"

...

The crowd instantly transformed into a torrent, rushing towards the entrance.

In order to gain the upper hand or a favorable position, the conflict broke out instantly at the entrance.

"Get out of my way! Let me go first!"

"How dare you push me?!"

"I'm a college student, let me go first!!"

Punches and kicks broke out in the crowd, and some even pulled out daggers and waved them wildly.

An apprentice who tried to squeeze to the front was suddenly shoved aside by several people behind him, staggering and falling to the ground.

Before he could even get up, he was trampled over by more frantic footsteps, letting out a painful groan.

And then... he could never stand up again.

Lynn didn't try to squeeze through the crowd. He waited until the peak of the crowd had passed before quickly heading towards the entrance and then heading straight for an area deep in the square with tall stone pillars and piles of bones.

Alphonse entered from another direction at almost the same time as him, clearly choosing a shallow pit with his back against the bone wall.

Thomas, carrying his warhammer and leading the zombies, charged towards a pile of rubble.

Mary walked in unhurriedly, choosing a relatively open spot at the edge of a flat area where she could move forward or backward at will.

Carl and his mutual aid group members tugged at each other and finally squeezed in.

They looked around in a panic, then rushed towards an area with several low walls, frantically trying to set up defenses.

Twenty breaths passed in the blink of an eye.

As the last, small apprentice scrambled into the entrance, before he could even find cover...

"roar--!!!"

As if a hole had been opened in hell, terrifying roars surged forth from the direction of the entrance they had just entered!

Countless undead roared as they rushed into the passage.

Judging from their clothing, they seemed to be villagers from some village, including men, women, and children. At this moment, their skin was ashen, and their eyes were flashing with a bloodthirsty red light.

Unlike zombies, undead are transformed directly from living beings using evil witchcraft while still alive, retaining some of the vitality in their bodies.

Therefore, they are much more agile than zombies, but their attack and defense are much weaker, and they can be easily killed if the head is hit.

But for the apprentices, the hordes of undead rushing towards them were far more terrifying than the slow-moving zombies!

The horde of zombies charged into the square, instantly catching up with the skinny young apprentice who was lagging behind!

"No—help me! Ah!!!"

The piercing screams abruptly ceased, drowned out by more roars and chewing sounds.

This horrific scene sent chills down the spines of all the apprentices, who desperately tried to squeeze their way in from the outermost edge of the crowd.

"Close the gate!"

The airborne instructor coldly gave the order.

The entrance to the bone fence slammed shut, isolating the inside from the outside.

The tide of zombies has officially swept across the land!

Three hundred level 1 standard zombies, smelling the strong human presence, frantically pounced on every apprentice in the square who exuded life!

The real survival competition begins in a bloody prelude of screams and howls.

There were no deans or mentors among the audience; they didn't care about this kind of entry-level assessment.

Only some of the apprentices' friends and lovers gathered around the bone fence, keeping a close eye on the well-being of their loved ones.

As the gates slammed shut and the undead surged forth, the faces of all the apprentices drained of all color from their palates.

These zombies are incredibly fast!

Without obstacles or cover, the zombies could probably take down many apprentices in a single charge.

Lynn watched this scene with a cold eye, a strange sense of familiarity welling up in his heart.

Isn't this just the "Biohazard Cataclysm" mode?

The only difference is that the "players" with guns have become wizard apprentices, and without guns to "mow grass," it is extremely difficult to survive half an hourglass.

Lynn was not in the crowd, but set up his defenses in an inconspicuous corner of the pile of bones.

Too many people would actually hinder the performance of your own undead squad, so it's better to hold the position alone.

Even if those three hundred undead attacked all at once, Lynn was confident he could wipe them all out.

At this moment, he was completely shrouded in a black wizard's robe, and the dark silver nameplate had been put away long ago.

Some apprentices from the province, seeing his status as a second-class apprentice, approached him asking for help to "take him on as a trainee."

Lynn released the Stitched Monster and the Skeleton Guardian to block his way, and waited quietly.

There is a spell among the apprentice-level sorcery called "Corpse Disguise".

The effect is that it allows the user to emit a strong aura of death, making them appear as a corpse or one of their own kind to undead creatures, thus avoiding attacks.

Lynn felt that it wouldn't be of much use within the academy, so she didn't waste the precious "skill slot".

If you ever enter a demiplane like the "Eternal Night Graveyard" or the "Forest of Ten Thousand Bones" to "catch babies," you can learn how to do it.

The area is quite dangerous, so the more disguise you have, the safer you are.

Having the ability to "analyze" allows one to see the composition and potential of undead, making it incredibly easy to catch top-tier pets.

The zombie horde swept across the square like sewage, and the apprentices who were left on the periphery of the crowd were the first to suffer.

Most of the apprentices had never experienced anything like this before. Seeing so many ferocious zombies rushing towards them, they didn't bother to fight back and desperately tried to squeeze into the crowd.

Their undead guards did not form a defensive line; they merely protected their respective masters, using their bodies to withstand the attacks of the undead.

Some apprentices were so focused on escaping that they didn't have time to imprint their spirits on their deceased masters. As a result, the spirits gradually disappeared, and the spirits that had been guarding them suddenly rebelled and attacked their masters fiercely.

Screams, the sound of flesh being torn apart, the howls of the dead, and the desperate chanting of spells by the apprentices instantly intertwined into a symphony of death.

Carl and the "Mutual Aid Society" members' area occupied by the low wall was quickly attacked by seven or eight undead from different directions.

One member's skeleton soldiers were forcibly torn apart by the undead using brute force, while another member's [weak negative energy shock] hit the undead, but instead strengthened it.

"Stone, have you stuffed your brain with stones too? What kind of negative energy are you using to attack me?!"

Carl grumbled and cursed as he continued to direct the Mutual Aid Society members to fight off the zombies.

However, since everyone was a newcomer, it was inevitable that they would be flustered and confused in this situation, and some apprentices even used witchcraft on their own teammates.

Panic was spreading, and the so-called "mutual assistance" gradually turned into pushing and trampling.

Karl himself was wearing bone armor and holding a bone shield. He desperately stabbed the arm of the undead that was climbing up the low wall with his bone sword, barely managing to hold on.

But the entire defense line was crumbling, and some members had already been scratched and were crying out in despair.

Lillian's petite figure was on the periphery of the apprentices' group, unable to squeeze into the center.

Her bone bear faithfully stood in front of her, smashing the head of a zombie with a single slap, but was immediately entangled by two other zombies, whose putrid claws left deep scratches on the bone bear's body.

Lillian hid behind, gritting her teeth as she unleashed [Small Fireball].

A fireball struck a zombie in the chest, igniting its tattered clothes. The zombie became a swaying, burning figure, yet it still relentlessly lunged at her, causing her to scream and retreat in terror.