Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

In the orc camp, Shattered Rock's eyes were fixed on the group of dragons, showing no desire to escape.

It's not that I'm indifferent to life and death, but rather...

If they really want to hunt me down, I can't escape anyway, so I might as well face it calmly, so as not to betray my heroic spirit.

Then...

He saw the largest and most imposing chaotic dragon at the very front, and he also saw the man standing on the back of the chaotic dragon.

The person, dressed in a dark purple robe, stood atop the dragon's head, hands hanging at his sides, his face expressionless.

He was surrounded by hundreds of bird-men with black and white wings.

As the birdman flapped his wings, golden holy light spilled down, landing on the dragon's back like a layer of flowing light dust.

Shattered Rock paused for a moment.

What power and might this be...

This person must be extremely powerful!

The Chaos Dragon stopped above the camp.

Its wings spread, casting a shadow that obscured the tent where the broken rocks stood.

It opened its mouth, and its voice was loud and far-reaching, echoing throughout the four directions.

"A divine pronouncement from our Lord, the Most High God, N'Zoth!"

The orcs looked at each other, not understanding what this so-called supreme god N'Zoth was.

Originally, the Origin Realm also had so-called faiths and gods, but they were mostly fictional.

Because of the chaotic rules and lack of a world will, the native world cannot become a god through faith. Therefore, many faiths are just for peace of mind and have no real effect.

The beastmen also have a faith, which is the "spirit of their ancestors".

The spirits of our ancestors are not fictional; they are the souls of tribal warriors who died in battle throughout history.

Shamans can communicate with the spirits of the dead, grant warriors courage and strength, and guide their tribes through crises.

At this moment, a god stood so blatantly before all the orcs, leaving them somewhat incredulous.

Seeing that the beastmen did not kneel and submit, the Chaos Dragon snorted coldly and pressed down heavily with its dragon might.

The orcs felt immense pressure and were directly overwhelmed by the dragon's might, knocking them to the ground.

The Chaos Dragon continued:

"This world and the goblin world are one, both being the divine kingdoms of the supreme gods. The two worlds should live in peace and not attack each other."

Upon hearing this, Suiyan's expression changed drastically.

He had gathered hundreds of millions of orcs in order to conquer a vast territory and change the orcs' living environment.

Now you've actually come to love peace?!

Wouldn't this make everything we've done a joke, and the 100,000 orcs who died in the vanguard a joke?

The brave soldiers must not have died in vain!

But now the enemy is strong and we are weak. If we refuse directly, we will probably be reduced to ashes in the next second.

Let's try using words instead.

Thinking of this, Shattered Rock turned his gaze to the person on the back of the Chaos Dragon, who was also looking at him.

Suiyan bowed slightly, his voice filled with earnestness.

"Great Supreme God, the law of the jungle has always been the way of nature and the key to maintaining the balance of nature."

"The orcs have lived in the harsh, cold north for generations, while the goblins occupy the most fertile lands. What an injustice!"

"They...don't deserve those lands!"

Lynn looked at him and found it somewhat ridiculous.

An orc was talking to him about the balance of nature? The way of nature?

It's true what they say: the one with the bigger fist talks about fists, while the one with the smaller fist talks about reason.

The Chaos Dragon clearly understood this principle and chuckled.

"Survival of the fittest? Since I'm stronger than all of you, does that mean I can control your fate?"

Shattered Rock's hand gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.

"I have three hundred million orcs behind me. Even if you kill me, millions more orcs will rise up."

The Chaos Dragon's expression turned extremely ugly. Just as it was about to utter some harsh words, Lynn spoke up.

"Orc, I'm not here to kill you. I just want you to understand who the true ruler of this world is."

Having said that, he raised his right hand.

In an instant, the world changed color.

The sky darkened, and clouds surged in from all directions, gathering above the camp and pressing down lower and lower, as if the entire sky had collapsed.

The earth began to tremble, and a rumbling sound came from afar, like an earth dragon churning underground.

The orcs could no longer stand. Some held onto the tent poles, some squatted down and supported themselves with their hands on the ground, and some simply lay down on the ground.

The wind picked up, blowing from the north, growing stronger and stronger, making the tent flaps flutter and the pebbles on the ground roll.

The sea is rising over the horizon.

The seawater on both sides of the vital passage was lifted up by an invisible force, rising higher and higher from the sea surface.

A few meters, tens of meters, hundreds of meters...

The seawater solidified into a huge wall of water, and the sunlight shining on the wall refracted into countless tiny rays of light.

The wall of water slowly advanced, and the roar of the sea could be heard from a great distance, like a giant beast approaching.

Broken Rock stared in horror at the wall of water, his hand slipping from the hilt of his knife.

He looked at the clouds scattered by the wind in the sky, at the earth shaking beneath his feet, and at the advancing sea in the distance.

Is this... Kamui?

It's truly an incomprehensible force...

The orcs behind him were seeing the same thing.

Some people knelt down to pray, some lay on the ground, and some slumped on the ground staring at the giant waves with despair on their faces.

If that giant wave were to crash down, it would probably kill many people.

The giant waves slowly pushed forward for over a hundred meters, the leading edge of the seawater less than a mile from the edge of the orc camp, and then stopped.

It neither crashed down nor retreated; it just hung there, so delicate and graceful, like a wall fixed in mid-air.

A wall that could crush them at any moment.

Lynn withdrew his hand, and the water wall began to recede slowly.

The seawater fell from mid-air without splashing, like the tide being pushed back, quietly and slowly receding back to its original position.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, the ground tremors ceased, and the sky returned to its grayish-white state, as if nothing had ever happened.

Lynn looked down at the broken rocks.

"How about it? I will not kill you, nor will I kill your people. The goblins will not attack you. You can go to the goblin world to live, but only if you believe in the Supreme God and believe in me."

His voice was flat.

"The choice is yours. If you disagree, I don't mind replacing the orc chieftain."

We've already come this far, so what's there to say?

Shattered Rock knelt down without hesitation.

His knees slammed into the ground with a dull thud, his head bowed, his forehead pressed against the ground.

"Great and supreme god N'Zoth, your humble servant is willing to believe in you forever and follow in your footsteps for all eternity."

The orcs behind him also knelt down. Some had their foreheads pressed to the ground, some had their hands on the ground, and some knelt while holding children who were still crying, but the sound of their cries was drowned out by the wind.

Three hundred million orcs knelt on the ground, like a field of fallen wheat.

On the observatory, the human kings watched all this unfold, and they fell silent.

Kamui, the true Kamui!!

This scene is even more astonishing than the goblin army wiping out 100,000 orcs in minutes with zero casualties of its own.

They knew that the world was about to change drastically.