Cut off my way home? You'll sacrifice the entire other world in return!

Three days later, the world became completely quiet.

No more cries of the living, no more birdsong, no more rustling of leaves in the wind.

Only one sound remained.

The howl of the dead.

Li Fan rode the Frost Bone Dragon, slowly surveying his territory at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

He flew from the easternmost point of the continent to the westernmost point.

He saw the former capital of the Holy Light Empire, now a bottomless meteorite crater, its lava at the bottom beginning to cool and turn into black matter. Millions of the capital's undead were wandering aimlessly at the bottom of the crater.

The once-graceful Elven Forest is now nothing but scorched black earth and a charred tree trunk. Ten thousand banshee archers circle above the scorched earth, emitting silent shrieks.

The Ironridge Mountains, once a formidable mountain range, are now a volcano, its crater still belching black smoke. Countless monsters, formed from the fusion of dwarven corpses and machinery, are gathering at the foot of the mountain.

The once vast plains of Kalimdor are now red, the color of blood.

Millions of ferocious zombie beasts tore and devoured each other on the grassland.

The Endless Sea is now an ice field, and beneath the ice lies the skeleton of thousands of dragons.

The Sanctuary is now nothing but ruins and millions of new undead.

Humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, dragons…

All the intelligent races that once thrived on this land have survived in another form.

They all became Li Fan's soldiers.

Li Fan's undead army has exceeded 30 million in number.

They cover every inch of land; they are the sole masters of this world.

Li Fan stopped in the air above the former orcish grasslands in the center of the continent.

He jumped off the head of the bone dragon and landed on a small hill made of bones.

He sat down.

The surrounding area was filled with tens of millions of dead souls.

They sensed the king's arrival and stopped what they were doing, kneeling down in Li Fan's direction.

He opened the system panel, which only he could see.

The progress bar he had been watching for ten years was lying quietly in the center of his field of vision.

[World Sacrifice Progress 70.1%]

70.1%.

A number that looks very high.

Li Fan slaughtered the entire mortal realm and sacrificed tens of millions of lives to barely reach this number.

"Still 29.9% short."

Li Fan stood up and dusted himself off.

He raised his head.

His gaze fell upon the massive hole leading to the divine realm that he had blasted open with brute force.

"The chives on the ground have all been cut."

A slight smile appeared on Li Fan's lips.

"It's time to go and harvest the heavens."

Then he turned to face his endless army of the dead.

His voice resonates throughout the world.

Eric.

"Yes, Master."

The Dragonborn Death Knight descended from the sky and knelt on one knee in front of Li Fan.

Sylvanas.

"Your humble servant is here, Master."

The Queen of Pain appeared silently behind Li Fan.

"Copperbeard".

Boom!

War fortresses rise from the ground, their cannons lowered, signifying submission.

Li Fan's gaze swept over his three generals and the tens of millions of undead soldiers.

"You've had enough rest."

Our journey is not over yet.

Li Fan pointed his finger towards the sky.

"Now I need a way out."

"A road to heaven."

The three undead generals silently raised their heads to look at the hole in the sky.

The hole was too high off the ground.

It is so high that even the Frost Bone Dragon would need to expend a huge amount of energy to fly there.

Not to mention the tens of millions of undead ground troops.

"Owner."

Sylvanas spoke first.

"My army of banshees can clear an aerial corridor for you."

"not enough."

Li Fan shook his head.

"I don't need a corridor."

"It is a broad road that will allow my millions of troops to simultaneously embark on the path to the divine realm."

He wanted those high and mighty gods to witness firsthand how death would engulf their temples.

Eric looked up and stared intently at the hole in the sky.

"Master, your will is our direction."

"Please give the order."

"Whatever you need, we will provide it for you."

Li Fan looked at his three generals.

"very good."

He slowly walked down the small hill of corpses and into the ranks of the undead army.

"You were once the inhabitants of this world."

Li Fan's voice clearly reached the depths of the consciousness of every deceased spirit.

"You believe in God, you obey order, you strive to live."

"But when disaster strikes, your God abandons you."

"When death came, your king betrayed you."

"They are the ones who turned your homes into ruins."

"They are the ones who turned your loved ones into skeletons."

Li Fan stopped and turned to face his massive army of millions.

"And me."

"I gave you a new life."

"It gave you the power of revenge."

"I will lead you to shatter those hypocritical temples and tear off the masks of those charlatan gods!"

Li Fan opened his arms.

"Now those gods who have abandoned you are hiding in heaven, trembling with fear."

"They thought the sky was their last line of defense."

"Let's show them today."

"Look how we, the ants they abandoned, have ascended their thrones and trampled their heads underfoot!"

"roar!!!"

"Then let's begin."

Li Fan's voice rang out again.

"With your bodies, your bones, and your hatred for God."

"For my sake and for yourselves."

"To build a ladder to revenge."

The order has been issued.

The undead army has moved.

The first to act were the skeletal tanks and war fortresses modified from dwarves.

Their heavy bodies moved to the center of the grassland, directly beneath the hole leading to the divine realm, and then joined together to form a foundation.

Next came the frenzied zombie beasts.

They roared as they climbed onto the skeletal tank, using their own flesh and bones to build a second layer.

Then came the human undead, the elven undead...

Tens of millions of dead, layer upon layer.

They used the corpses of their companions as stepping stones and their own bodies as bricks.

A colossal tower made of corpses and skeletons is rising from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was a monument filled with death and hatred.

Li Fan watched all of this quietly.

Once you embark on this path, there is no turning back.

He could either kill all the gods, use their divine essence and blood to raise enough money for the final journey home, and force open the door to his own return.

Either he dies here and is completely annihilated along with this world.

"Your end has come."