Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Inside the magic-powered mech, the goblin pilot was shocked, but as the empire's most elite force, they had seen it all.

They continued charging forward, their energy shields on their chests activated to maximum, and their melee weapons popped out.

The right arm has an alloy blade, and the left arm has a high-frequency chainsaw.

They charged at Lynn, their blades slashing down and their chainsaws sweeping across.

Lynn did not move.

The blade stopped three inches away from him.

It wasn't him who blocked it; the blade stopped on its own.

The high-frequency chainsaw spun wildly, but the saw blade just wouldn't go down, as if it were cutting through the air, unable to make any progress.

The mech pilot frantically pulled the control stick, but the mech remained motionless.

Then they sensed it.

An invisible force reached into the cockpit, like a hand gently grasping their souls.

fear.

An indescribable fear rose from the depths of my heart.

They remembered every person they had killed, the look in their eyes before they died, and the blood on their hands.

Those memories came flooding back like a tidal wave, overwhelming them.

"No...no..."

A trembling sound came from the cockpit.

"I was wrong...I was wrong..."

"God... have mercy on me..."

Both mechs lost power at the same time and fell from the sky.

But they vanished into thin air before they hit the ground.

It was as if something had swallowed it whole, leaving no trace behind.

The crowd fell silent.

A deathly silence.

The emperor stood on the balcony, his face deathly pale.

He had those two mechs let in by his men.

He wanted to see how that person would react when faced with a real war machine.

Now he knows.

Missiles are useless, lasers are useless, melee weapons are useless.

Those carefully selected elite pilots couldn't even last a second before collapsing and begging for mercy in the cockpit.

And that person, from beginning to end, didn't even move a finger.

"Your Majesty..." the Minister of Industry's voice trembled, "What...what are we fighting against..."

The emperor did not answer.

He didn't know how to answer.

Those two mechs naturally fell into Lynn's hands.

It must be said that the goblin technology is quite interesting.

The two mechs were ingeniously designed, with commendable features in their power, weapon, and protection systems.

I can study this carefully later.

Unfortunately, the driver inside was too weak; he couldn't even withstand the simplest apprentice-level witchcraft.

The emperor took a deep breath and turned to look at the captain of the guard beside him.

"Pass down the order: dispatch one squad of the Royal Guard... no, dispatch three squads, to protect the gods."

The captain of the guard was stunned: "Protect the gods?"

"Protect the gods!" the emperor's voice was deep.

"The attack on the deity is your dereliction of duty! You must rectify it as soon as possible and prevent anyone from approaching him again, understand?"

The captain of the guard paused for a second, then reacted: "Understood!"

Soon, three fully armed royal guards rushed out of the palace and lined up around the clock tower, completely surrounding it.

They held up their weapons, facing the crowd outside, adopting a posture of "protecting the gods."

But this gesture was too deliberate, which instead caused even greater panic.

"Why send troops? Does God need protection?"

"Where were they all this time? How were the rebels allowed to enter the capital so openly?!"

"What happened to those people?"

"God is angry! God will punish us!"

Speculation and panic spread rapidly among the crowd.

Lynn glanced down at the guards surrounding the clock tower, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

He raised his hands.

Those hundred-meter-tall phantoms also raised their hands in sync with him.

Then he spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every goblin.

It didn't travel through the air, but resonated directly in their minds.

"The goblin race."

Six main cities, millions of people, all looking up at the same time.

"I am the High God, N'Zoth, the Creator, the Father of all spirits."

"You who pride yourselves on your wisdom, are obsessed with machines, disrespect the gods, and do not worship heaven and earth, are guilty of heinous crimes."

The crowd stirred.

Someone muttered under their breath, "What gods...it's all superstition..."

"Could all of this be a show put on by the Empire? A demonstration of new technology?"

The person next to him quickly covered his mouth: "Are you crazy?!"

Lynn continued, his voice calm yet authoritative: "I hereby decree divine punishment as a warning to others."

He raised his right hand, palm up.

In the sky, a giant projection slowly unfolded.

It was a crimson planet, trailing a long tail of flame, flying toward another pale blue planet.

Below the projection, precise orbital data is constantly fluctuating—speed, mass, and estimated impact time.

Five years and two months later.

Someone recognized the blue planet.

"That...that's Gruul!"

"That red one... is it a meteorite?"

"What does this mean? Is a meteorite heading our way?"

"Five years? We only have five years left?"

Terrified screams erupted from the crowd.

Lynn's voice cut through the noise: "This is an apocalyptic catastrophe, my wrath."

"If you do not repent, then all things will turn to ashes and your souls will perish."

He looked at the terrified faces below, paused, and softened his tone slightly:

"But I have the virtue of loving life. If you sincerely repent, believe in me, and recite my name, you will be protected and transcend this world."

After speaking, the phantom slowly dissipated, and the six beams of light returned to the sky.

Lynn's figure also disappeared from the sky, leaving only the clock tower and the terrified, confused, and doubtful crowd below.

...

The Imperial City, East District, a dilapidated observatory.

Old goblin Krim is the owner of this observatory.

In his youth, he was a key member of the Imperial Astronomical Institute, but was later expelled for his "overly radical theories" and spent thirty years in this dilapidated observatory.

He doesn't believe in God.

He only believes in telescopes and data.

He also saw the huge phantom in the sky just now.

He heard those words and saw the projection of that meteorite.

Like everyone else, he was terrified, but he was even more curious to know if those figures were true.

Is the goblin world really only five years away?

That evening, he couldn't wait to point his binoculars in that direction.

After searching for an hour, he finally found it.

A dim red dot moves slowly across the starry sky.

He pulled up the star charts he had previously recorded, compared the positions, orbits, and speeds of motion.

My hands started to tremble.

He called over his dozing assistant, his voice trembling, "You...you come and look, this position, this star..."

The assistant leaned close to the telescope, looked for a long time, and then started shaking.

"Teacher...this...this is exactly what that god said..."

"Where's the track? Measure the track immediately!"

The two of them worked for half an hour, and the results they obtained were exactly the same as those shown on the projection during the day.

Krim slumped into his chair, muttering, "Five years... really only five years..."