Lynn withdrew his hand and looked at the mangled corpse.
A two-winged angel was equivalent to a first-ring Wizard. Its body was even stronger than that of a first-ring Wizard, yet it was still too weak to withstand the erosion of death energy.
He switched to the corpse of a four-winged angel. Equivalent to a second-ring being, it should last longer.
He placed the four-winged angel's corpse on the ground and sent his mental power inside, locating the core of its holy light energy.
The core was in its chest: a fist-sized golden heart that still pulsed.
Lynn injected death energy into the core—not pouring it in from outside, but spreading it outward from within the core.
He wanted to merge the death energy into the holy light core, preserving the holy light energy while turning the angel's corpse into an undead creature.
The core began to change color.
It shifted from gold to dark gold, then from dark gold to grayish-black. Cracks spread across its surface like a spiderweb.
Light seeped from those cracks. It was not golden, but grayish-black, mixed with remnants of gold.
The corpse began to change. Its skin went from white to ashen, its firm muscles slackened, and its hard bones became brittle and soft.
Its wings turned from white to gray. Feathers fell away, exposing the skeleton beneath.
The armor also changed with the energy inside the angel's body, turning from gold to black as rust appeared across its surface.
An hour later, the corpse stopped moving.
It lay amid the rubble like remains forgotten on a battlefield.
Its wings were bare skeletons, without a trace of flesh or feathers.
Its armor was black and dull.
Its skin was ashen-white and devoid of elasticity.
But it was still alive—no, not alive. It had become