Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

On the northern wastelands, the horns of various orc tribes sounded.

The sound travels from one mountain to another, from one grassland to another.

The orcs emerged from their tents, crawled out of their caves, and walked out of the woods.

They held weapons—axes, hammers, spears—some still stained with the blood of their prey from the previous night.

The leaders of several tribes gathered together and stood on a high slope.

A tall orc pointed to the sky, his voice hoarse.

"There's a world up there, and we're below it. It's above us, and it wants to fall down and crush us all."

Another orc raised his axe.

"Then fight back! Fight them back!"

The orcs roared in unison, unleashing a fierce fighting spirit.

They have been lying dormant in the desolate north for too long and desperately need to expand their territory to support their ever-growing tribes.

...

In the various wildernesses of the Origin Realm, a few small green creatures live scattered about.

The goblins, struggling to survive in the wilderness, crouched beside their lair, gazing at their reflections in the sky.

The goblins of the Source Realm have no civilization, no city-states, and no writing system. They are not accepted by any race and can only live in the wild like wild beasts.

They simply live, crawl, reproduce, and die.

But at this moment, there was an indescribable light in their eyes.

The goblins looked up and saw that unfamiliar world in the sky. They made low gurgling sounds in their throats, not out of fear, but out of an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

An old goblin squatted on a black rock, looking up, his gray eyes reflecting the image of the rock.

Compared to the wild, that world felt more like home.

A goblin crouched on a rock, his gray eyes reflecting the sky of that unfamiliar world.

Its lips moved, uttering a few indistinct syllables, and several goblins nearby made the same sound.

They didn't know what it meant, but they felt a sense of familiarity.

It felt like water finding its course, like the wind finding its direction.

...

At the center of Dragon Island lies a long-abandoned, extinct volcano.

Three ancient dragons peeked out from the edge of the crater.

Their bodies are covered with scales of different colors: golden dragons, red dragons, and green dragons.

They are the oldest beings of the Origin Realm Dragon Clan, having lived for thousands of years and witnessed every upheaval in the Origin Realm.

But they had never seen this situation before.

An ancient dragon raised its head, its golden eyes narrowing as it gazed at the unfamiliar reflection in the sky.

It emitted a low rumble from its throat, as if in question.

"Where is the great Dragon God?"

The dragon god it spoke of was naturally the ruler of the Origin Realm, a powerful chaotic dragon.

The other two ancient dragons did not answer; they too were looking at the sky, their pupils filled with solemnity.

The Chaos Dragon did not stop the invasion of this world; it either died or acquiesced.

Regardless of the type, the world of the Origin Realm has changed.

Dragon Island must take action.

...

On the other side, a projection of the Origin Realm also appeared in the sky above the goblin world.

On the Sea of ​​Death, a phantom continent rose from the sea surface, which appeared to be the central continent of the Origin Realm.

It was like a mirage, without any physical form, like a thick layer of fog spreading along the sea surface.

The oceans are constantly receding, the world is constantly expanding, and the boundaries of the oceans are being pushed open.

A new continent emerged from the fog, becoming increasingly solid, transforming from transparent to translucent, and from translucent to solid.

The continent's edge is bordered by mountains, rivers, forests, and scattered cities and countries across the wilderness.

Gazing at the enormous world hanging upside down in the sky, the goblins were bewildered and knelt on the ground in terror.

From the capital to small towns, from factories to fields, from squares to one's own doorstep.

They knelt on the stone path, in the mud, and in the grass.

Some people clasped their hands together, some pressed their foreheads to the ground, and some held their children and wept softly.

They didn't know what had happened, but they knew that as long as the great and supreme God was there, they would not be harmed.

An old woman knelt at the church entrance, her voice trembling as she said, "Great and Supreme God N'Zoth, may your divine light forever protect us..."

Those around them chanted along, their faith at that moment was incredibly devout.

The Goblin Royal City and the High Court were packed with people.

Believers poured in from all the neighborhoods, blocking the entrances, crowding the steps, and standing in the square.

Some people tried to squeeze in but were pushed by the people behind them; others managed to squeeze in but were blocked by the people inside.

The Templars maintained order.

Augustus stood beneath the statue, hands clasped together, eyes closed, communicating with the great and supreme god, and received an "oracle".

Augustus felt relieved and opened his eyes to face the terrified goblins.

"Please keep quiet, everyone."

His voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the noisy crowd.

"The Supreme God has created a new world, which is merging with our world. There is no danger."

"Once the fusion is complete, our world will be immense, and our god's kingdom will be immortal."

The crowd quieted down a bit, but didn't disperse.

They needed those words, they needed to hear someone tell them that everything would be alright.

Now, the only place in the world that can bring them peace of mind is this land of divine grace.

Inside the palace, Haru stood on the observatory, his hand on the railing, his gaze fixed on the celestial world, his heart filled with a sense of powerlessness.

This feeling of powerlessness has occurred frequently since the arrival of the Supreme God.

The Goblin Emperor, who was originally the ruler of the entire Goblin Empire, has now become a "mascot".

The reflection in the sky continued to expand, and the continent on the Sea of ​​Death continued to solidify.

He saw the outline of that world, the mountains, the rivers, and the endless forests.

He didn't know what kind of world it was, why it existed, or what it would bring.

The guards ran up and knelt behind him.

"Your Majesty, the observation station reports that a continental projection has appeared on the Sea of ​​Death, and the projection is now solidifying."

"The continent is very large, much larger than the entire world. At present, the situation is rather unclear, and no traces of living creatures have been found, but the observation station cannot guarantee that."

Haru's lips moved slightly.

"Order the Navy and Air Force to be on high alert. If the enemy appears in the Sea of ​​Death, intercept them at sea and absolutely do not allow them to land on land!"

The guard obeyed and ran off.

Haru stood on the observatory, gazing at the solidifying continent, and remained silent for a long time.

It's anyone's guess what kind of changes this upheaval will bring to the goblin world...

Will he, the goblin emperor, still be able to hold onto his throne?

The wind blew from the sea, carrying the salty, fishy smell and dampness, and fluttered the hem of his robe.

He loosened his grip on the railing, revealing several red marks on his fingers from where the railing had pressed against them.