Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

When the red dragon entered the Sacred Mark Realm, it saw a gray-white sky.

As a precaution, it did not land directly, but flew very high, its wings barely moving, relying solely on the airflow to support itself.

The ocean below was grayish-white, its surface as calm as a mirror.

A faint, translucent image of a continent floats on the sea, like looking at a painting through frosted glass.

The red dragon's gaze fell on that illusory image, and its heart trembled.

That was the outline of the Origin Realm continent; it recognized the direction of those mountains and rivers.

The Origin Realm has been dragged in and is merging with this world.

It turned back and continued flying forward.

An island appeared on the sea ahead, emanating an aura of death that it loathed.

The island is small, and nothing grows on the black, scorched earth.

The island was teeming with the dead, skeleton soldiers patrolled in formation, zombies lay on the beach, and ghosts floated in mid-air.

In the center of the island stands a church, and on the roof of the church crouches a skeletal dragon, next to which stands a human dressed in a dark purple robe.

Beside the human stood a gigantic figure with dark blue scales, golden pupils, and its wingspan folded.

It was their dragon god—the Chaos Dragon.

Red Dragon's heart skipped a beat.

The Dragon God is still alive?!

Without a second thought, it folded its wings and swooped down toward the island.

The wind whistled past its ears, scraping against its scales and making a whooshing sound.

It drew closer and closer to the Isle of Death, and the figure of the Chaos Dragon became clearer and clearer.

The dragon stood there, its wings folded, its tail drooping behind it, its head slightly lowered, talking to someone.

The Chaos Dragon moved slightly, turning its head away from Lynn's direction, its golden gaze fixed on the gray-white sky to the north of the island.

It sensed a familiar presence, which was rapidly approaching through the gray-white clouds.

"Master, my subordinates have arrived."

The voice of the Chaos Dragon was deep and resonant.

"This is one of the three ancient dragons on Origin Dragon Island. They must have sensed the changes in the Origin Realm and came to find me."

Lynn didn't look up; his gaze fell on a grayish-white fragment in his palm. It was a spacetime fragment that he had just separated from the Origin Realm, a kind of "specialty" of the Origin Realm.

The fragment floated above the palm of the hand, like a piece of polished glass, with smooth edges and fine, flowing lines on its surface.

"I see."

His voice was calm.

The Chaos Dragon remained silent and lowered its head.

Lynn turned the fragment in his palm over and watched as the patterns refracted different colors under the light.

These fragments are from various broken worlds, each a small world in itself, carrying a forgotten set of rules.

Within the Origin Realm, there are countless fragments of spacetime, some as small as ants, others as large as mountains.

The scenery, rules, and extraordinary aspects are all different, and some areas are even inhabited by creatures.

People from the Origin Realm often fall into spacetime fragments, and most of them disappear without a trace.

Some lucky individuals also had extraordinary encounters, which greatly increased their strength after they emerged, and they also obtained some valuable resources and materials.

Some races even control certain fragments of spacetime and use them as their own "paradise."

Lynn plans to extract some "high-quality" spacetime fragments from the Source Realm to form independent secret realms, which will be embedded in various areas of the goblin world.

In this way, those extraordinary individuals can enter the secret realm to cultivate and rapidly improve their strength.

While the two worlds are merging, the fluctuations in spacetime rules are most active, making the analysis much more efficient than usual.

He had already sensed the three ancient dragons outside.

When the red dragon entered the Sacred Mark Domain, Lynn sensed that there were two more dragons outside that had not yet entered.

The three ancient dragons were all equivalent to a third-ring wizard, which Lynn thought was good, but he didn't take them seriously.

They won't make any waves.

The two worlds are merging sooner or later, and they will eventually enter the goblin world. Entering now is just "taking a look at the house in advance".

He didn't bother to care.

He still had to continue stripping away the spacetime fragments; there were still dozens of fragments waiting to be processed on the analysis panel.

The red dragon hovered in the sky, its gaze fixed on that person.

That person looked ordinary, with no fluctuations of power about him, just like an ordinary person.

The man stood before the chaotic dragon, gazing up at the projection in the sky with a calm expression.

The chaotic dragon lowered its head, folded its wings, and drooped its tail, like a subordinate reporting to a superior.

A buzzing sound came from the red dragon's head, and its body stopped in mid-air, hovering there without moving.

Its pupils shrank to two thin slits.

The Dragon God actually... submitted to a human?!

The Chaos Dragon is the ruler of the Origin Realm, the Dragon God of the Dragon Clan, and now it is bowing down to a human?!

This strange situation made the red dragon hesitate.

It wanted to turn around and fly away to find the Golden Dragon and the Emerald Dragon, and tell them everything it had seen.

But before it could move its wings, it saw the human in the dark purple robe raise his head and glance in its direction.

That glance was indifferent, like looking at a mosquito in the sky.

Red Dragon's body stiffened.

Its wings stopped moving, its claws stopped moving, and its tail stopped moving.

It felt as if its body had been seen through by something, from its scales to its flesh, from its flesh to its bones, and from its bones to its soul, all exposed to that one glance.

It can't move.

It hovered in mid-air, its wings spread out, its claws slightly bent, and its tail taut, like a frozen statue.

Then the human continued to look at the sky, as if nothing had happened.

...

Outside, the Golden Dragon and the Jade Dragon waited for a while, but did not see the Red Dragon come out, nor did they receive any signal.

Jinlong's pupils contracted slightly.

"The second one is probably in trouble."

The jade dragon's wings twitched. "Big brother, let's go inside and take a look."

Jinlong nodded.

The two dragons entered through the cave entrance and flew along the scent left by the red dragon. Soon they saw the red dragon hovering in mid-air.

The red dragon's body was taut, its wings remained open and did not flap, as if it had been petrified.

Its eyes were fixed on the center of the island, its pupils narrowed to slits.

"What's wrong?" The golden dragon cautiously flew to the red dragon's side, not sensing any magical aura, and then followed its gaze.

It saw the Chaos Dragon, and it also saw Lynn next to the Chaos Dragon.

Then... its body froze.

The jade dragon followed behind, and seeing the reactions of its two elder brothers, it looked down and instantly turned into a stone sculpture.

The three dragons remained suspended in mid-air, completely unable to move.

The Netherhound curiously raised its head, looking at the three enormous creatures hovering in mid-air, not daring to move at all, and couldn't help but snort.

Three cowards.