Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

In the Elf Forest, that green barrier still stands.

The elven elder stood atop the highest treetop, her hands resting on the trunk. Green light emanated from her palms, spreading along the grain of the trunk and reinforcing the edges of the barrier.

Behind her stood several young elves, holding longbows with arrows nocked.

"The other side is a goblin world."

A young elf spoke up. "Elder, should we attack?"

The elder did not turn around.

"Let's wait and see. We'll wait for the other races to make their move first. They're in a hurry because they're closer."

"Our elven population is small, and we cannot afford to suffer any more setbacks."

The young elf asked no more questions. The green barrier shimmered in the sunlight, like a membrane that could never be penetrated.

In the wilderness of the Origin Realm, several goblins squatted under a withered tree, looking up at the projection in the sky.

They saw the cities of the goblin world, their kin dressed in neat clothes, their kin working in the fields, and their kin busy in the factories.

They saw that their kin had flesh on their faces, clothes on their bodies, and light in their eyes.

A little goblin tugged at the arm of the old goblin next to him, making indistinct syllables.

The old goblin didn't answer; he simply tilted his head back, the projection reflected in his gray eyes.

Its lips moved a few times, but no sound came out. It grasped the little goblin's hand tightly.

Two goblins crouched under the withered tree, watching the world in the sky grow clearer and clearer, waiting for it to fall.

At the same time, a black star was rapidly moving through the void.

Its surface is grayish-black and uneven, like a meteorite that has been weathered for thousands of years.

But its interior is empty, having been carved out into a huge alternate dimension.

This is an alternate dimension created by a powerful being; it is the main base of the Chaos Egg.

Because the Chaos Egg is universally hated in the wizarding world and has no True Spirit level wizard in charge, it fears that other forces will come after it and wipe it out.

Therefore, they do not have a fixed base, but rely on this "black star" to move irregularly in the endless starry sky.

The space contains buildings, streets, squares, and a tall black tower.

The tower was very tall, stretching from the bottom of the space to the top, with a dark red light suspended at the top, like a frozen heart.

Inside the tower, Wutian, the leader of the Chaos Egg, stood in the center of the top floor hall, with a star map floating in front of him.

The star map is semi-transparent, marked with the locations of various worlds, and has countless constantly jumping red dots that vaguely form the outline of a huge witch array.

These red dots represent the worlds that the "Egg of Chaos" will conquer in the future, and they are marked with the world's coordinates, area, and assessment of the guarding forces.

At that moment, the door was pushed open.

The deputy leader strode in and stopped three steps behind Wutian.

He didn't speak, his head bowed, looking troubled.

"Speak." Wutian didn't turn around.

"Leader, Black Fang, who is in charge of attacking the Origin Realm, has lost signal." The deputy leader's voice was very low.

"We can't contact the others who were with us either. We tried all means of communication, but there was no response."

Wutian's fingers paused for a moment inside his sleeve.

"Isn't Black Fang acting with Bat Demon? There's only one mid-level Saint Mark Chaos Dragon in the Origin Realm. Black Fang and Bat Demon are both mid-level Saint Marks. Two against one, taking over the Origin Realm shouldn't be a problem."

The deputy leader lowered his head. "I don't know either. Black Fang's communication frequency is normal, but there's no response. The Bat Demon's Abyss Beacon is also malfunctioning; we can't detect its location."

Wutian remained silent for a few moments.

He looked at the red dot on the star map that represented the Origin Realm, and his finger twitched.

"Change direction, let's go to the Origin Realm."

He turned around and looked at the deputy leader.

"If Black Fang were still alive, he wouldn't ignore messages. If he's dead, something must have happened in the Origin Realm. We need to know what happened."

The deputy leader nodded, turned and walked out of the room, his footsteps echoing in the corridor, growing fainter and fainter.

A moment later, the patterns on the surface of the black star darkened slightly, as if something inside had shifted.

Its direction changed, deviating from its original course and accelerating towards the Origin Realm.

...

Meanwhile, Lynn was unaware that the entire "Egg of Chaos" was rushing towards him; otherwise, he would have run away long ago.

At this moment, Lynn is busy within the Stigmata Domain.

He separated ninety-nine fragments of spacetime from the Origin Realm, each containing a projection of a small world.

He embedded these fragments in various corners of the goblin world, fixing them in place with a vast network of rules, forming secret realms.

The edges of those fragments were slowly brightening, like lamps being lit.

The remaining worthless fragments of spacetime were thrown into those secret realms to be digested on their own.

Once digested, it can become part of the secret realm, expanding the secret realm's space and increasing its extraordinary concentration, which can be used to quickly enhance the extraordinary beings in one's own small world.

These secret realms also have entry requirements; those whose strength does not meet the requirements cannot enter.

Furthermore, some low-level undead were placed in the secret realm as "wild monsters".

Those with the ability can defeat monsters and enjoy the secret realm, while those without the ability, if killed by the undead, can only be assimilated into the undead themselves.

Where there are monsters, there must be "treasures".

The secret realm already contained a large number of rare and precious materials. Lynn also found a lot of "treasures" from the miscellaneous items in the dimensional space that were useless to him but good for others in the small world and put them in there, making it a treasure trove for the secret realm.

The weapons, armor, materials, medicines, and so on were mostly spoils from previous wars.

He scattered these items into various secret realms, piled them in conspicuous locations, and covered them with a thin layer of light, waiting for someone to find them later.

As for the low-level undead, he placed them in various corners of the secret realm, some at cave entrances, some at crossroads, and some guarding the treasures.

After all this was done, the edge of the Source Realm began to disappear.

The whole world was swallowed up.

The edge of the goblin world is like an open mouth, gradually swallowing the boundary of the source realm.

Those transparent areas grew wider and denser, spreading from the edges to the center, and from the center to the depths of the continent.

The sky in the Origin Realm turned gray, the clouds thinned, and the light dimmed, like a lamp that was about to burn out.

Then the Source Realm disappeared, along with the spacetime turbulence that enveloped it, vanishing completely.

The place where it used to be is now just nothingness.

Lynn did not linger after devouring the Origin Realm.

He summoned the Chaos Dragon, rode on its back, and flew towards the teleportation planet.

Each flap of the dragon's wings left fine spatial cracks in the air, which closed behind Lynn only to be torn apart again.