Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn had just returned to the academy, walked through the corridor, went back to the laboratory, and only felt relieved after closing the door.

This is the headquarters of the Bone Spire. If the "Egg of Chaos" could have broken into this place, they wouldn't be in such a miserable state.

Lynn sat in the chair, closed his eyes, and focused his mind on the Stigmata Domain, preparing to examine the newly added territory.

A gray-white sky unfolded in his mind, and he saw continents, oceans, mountains, and rivers.

This discovery was alarming; the two sides had actually started fighting.

Lynn saw the narrow strip of land, the uncollected corpses in front of the northern positions, and the airships and aircraft preparing for takeoff.

He frowned slightly.

The two worlds have only just merged, and in such a short time, war has already broken out at their doorstep.

The indigenous people of the source world seem quite warlike!

The goblins and orcs fought a battle. The goblins won the first wave, while the orcs lost 100,000 men and were terrified.

Next, the goblins will bombard the orc camp. Judging from the orcs' densely packed tents, this bombardment could probably wipe out the entire orc vanguard.

The subsequent army of hundreds of millions of orcs had nowhere to retreat; they were now making a desperate gamble.

The orc leader will inevitably use human lives to fill the battlefield, and then be completely defeated by technological weapons.

After the orcs retreat, the goblin army may push back and then fight the humans, dwarves, and elves again.

The war will continue, one after another, until one side is completely defeated.

But... this is his little world, and everything here belongs to him.

These people are his followers, or will become his followers.

Those orcs who died may become his followers in the future, and orcs have always been fanatical, so the amount of faith they provide will certainly be considerable.

Too many people die, and his followers decrease.

The war must be stopped!

Lynn's phantom appeared in the palace hall.

Grayish-white light seeped out from the air and condensed into a human shape.

A dark purple robe, a blurred face.

Haru was talking to several ministers when he saw the ball of light. He stopped talking, hurriedly stood up from his chair, and knelt down on the ground.

The ministers also knelt down; some knelt so quickly that their knees hit the floor with a dull thud.

"My God, what are your commands?"

Haru knelt before the phantom with a fanatical expression, appearing exceptionally devout.

This was the first time a great god had performed a miracle before him; he had waited far too long for this moment.

As long as one can complete the gods' tasks, one's status will be greatly elevated.

Lynn didn't know what Haru was thinking, but he could sense his mental fluctuations.

Fanaticism, hope, worship...

This new emperor is much smarter than the old one; at least he genuinely believes in him.

"The merging of the two realms is for the purpose of expanding the divine kingdom and developing more believers, not for you to kill each other."

Lynn's voice was calm and echoed throughout the hall.

"Cease the war and focus on defense. I will personally subdue them in the Origin Realm."

The grayish-white light dissipated, and the illusory image vanished into the air.

Haru knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the empty floor, before standing up after a few breaths.

The gods are indeed merciful and do not wish to cause too much bloodshed.

Fine, let those orcs go this time.

Haru walked to the communicator and pressed the call button. "Commander, cease bombing. All airships and aircraft return to base."

There was a moment of silence on the communicator. Although the commander didn't know why the emperor would give up such a great opportunity to eliminate the enemy's forces, he still chose to obey.

"receive."

The airship's engines shut down, the aircraft's propellers stopped, and the several aircraft that had already taken off turned around and flew back to the rear of the position.

Grayish-white smoke still lingered above the orc camp, remnants of artillery fire that had not yet dissipated.

They had no idea that they had just brushed with death.

The orc soldiers crouched outside the tent, some still recovering from the shadow of war.

...

After dealing with the goblins, all that's left is the Source Realm.

The Origin Realm is not yet unified, and many races occupy their own territories.

To get them to stop fighting, we need to find the chieftains, tribal leaders, and kings of each tribe one by one...

It just so happens that I also want to spread my faith and let them know who the true masters of this world are, so I'll go and do it myself.

Hmm... When the supreme god goes on an expedition, the grandeur must still be maintained.

Coincidentally, the dragons of the Origin Realm are at the very top of the pyramid, and the Chaos Dragon is also the ruler of the Origin Realm.

With them as a backdrop, those races would likely be more aware of their own situation.

With this in mind, Lynn stood up from the island of death, and the "Heart of Starbound Ruler" relayed the order.

The Chaos Dragon was summoned and flew from the edge of the island, landing in front of him, lowering its head, and looking at him with its golden eyes.

Behind the giant dragon, three ancient dragons flew over: a golden dragon, a red dragon, and an emerald dragon, their wings casting shadows against the gray-white sky.

Further away, the dragons of Dragon Island also flew in, their wings spread, covering the sky like a moving dark cloud.

Each one was dozens of times larger than the orcs' war wolves.

Thousands of giant dragons circled above the island, the sound of their wings flapping like distant thunder.

This... is the ultimate power of the Origin Realm!

Lynn rode on the back of the Chaos Dragon.

After thinking for a moment, he summoned twenty fallen angels and two hundred gray-winged warriors to escort him.

The fallen angels raised their holy swords and showered down holy light, making the scene even more magnificent.

The dragon spread its wings and took flight.

Three ancient dragons followed behind, and thousands of giant dragons from Dragon Island followed even further behind, their wings spread wide, obscuring the sky.

They swept over the Isle of Death, flew over the northern battlefield of the Goblin Continent, crossed that narrow landmass, and entered the skies of the Origin Realm.

The dragon's might arrived before the sound.

That oppressive force descended from the sky, like an invisible mountain pressing down on every living thing.

My breathing became heavier, my heartbeat slowed, and my legs felt weak.

The orcs who were standing outside the tents looked up and saw that the sky had suddenly darkened, as if something had blocked the sun.

At that moment, a giant dragon flew out from the clouds, with dark blue scales, golden pupils, and wingspan that covered half the sky.

It was followed by three ancient dragons, their scales shimmering differently in the sunlight.

One is gold, one is dark red, and one is emerald green.

Beyond that, there was a whole dragon.

They flew in from afar, like a flowing river, stretching from one end of the sky to the other, with no end in sight.

The dragon's roar resounded throughout heaven and earth.

Shattered Rock rushed out of the tent, looked up at the sky, and saw a scene of dragons dancing wildly.

This scene was unlike anything it had ever witnessed in its life, even more shocking than the news from the vanguard.

Shattered Rock's hand rested on the hilt of the knife, but he didn't pull it out.

If we draw our swords now, we'll probably be torn to shreds by these dragons.

Despite having hundreds of millions of orcs on their side, if it really came down to a fight, these dragons could easily take their heads from among the millions and then walk away.

This is the formidable presence at the top of the food chain.