Cataclysm: Undead Dragons and Zero Empire

Chapter 140 The Great Awakening

Lin Zimo was resurrected from the brink of death once again.

The jet-black dragon skeleton was larger than ever before, with black and red flame patterns flowing across every inch of its bones, as if the flames were no longer flowing around the bones, but rather the bones were forged by the flames.

Three pairs of eyes formed from flames slowly opened in their hollow sockets, and bone wings spread out, as if obscuring the entire starry sea.

He was no longer the intangible conceptual body he once was, but a real physical body formed from the flames and psionic energy of the Death of Zero, with the remains of the Celestial Dragon, the mysterious black mud, and the components of the Zerg Tyrant fused together.

After devouring the eggshell, the newly generated, surging power was still not satisfied. Lin Ziming raised his dragon head and let out a silent roar.

The subspace trembled at the roar, and boundless chaotic spiritual energy formed a huge vortex centered on Lin Zimo, which was frantically drawn in by Lin Zimo.

A massive influx of psionic energy surged into his body, making the flames on his body burn even more fiercely and his body become more solid. The chaotic torrents that were originally everywhere in the warp became calm and gradually dried up under this siphon, as if a drought had struck and the earth was cracking.

When the siphon ended, Lin Ziming's body finally stabilized completely.

He floated in the human's dream, black and red flames flowing slowly around him. With each breath, Lin Zimo surveyed the world. His gaze finally fell on Terence at the forefront, and on the Nest Mother Sera beside him, who had taken over the body of her offspring.

Terence gazed up at the magnificent dragon silhouette, tears welling in his eyes. "Lord! Welcome back!"

Sera controlled Anna's body and knelt before the dragon shadow, "My lord—your servant Sera welcomes your return."

Unlike Terence's overwhelming excitement, Sera ultimately felt both reverence and awe for her benefactor, fearing that she would not be accepted and recognized as a follower of her benefactor.

Lin Zimo recognized Sera, the Nest Mother he had banished to the Star Sea, but he never expected that human civilization would encounter her and form such a bond.

His will did not respond to Sera, but instead struck Terence first. A voice, like the whispers of a thousand people or the sudden sound of thunder, boomed from the depths of Terence's consciousness: "My apostle, you have done well."

"I have returned and witnessed your perseverance, which continues to ignite the flame in times of no faith."

"Sons of man, in the name of humanity's chosen people, at my return, in the name of the abyss of death, I establish a second covenant for mankind: wherever mankind goes, that is the reach of my will."

"I bless every living being in human civilization, I bless your souls, I bless your path, and the souls of all the sons of man will eventually return to my throne and enjoy eternal peace."

As Lin Ziming announced, boundless black and red light suddenly illuminated the entire dream space. The light was not scorching with destruction, but rather like the warm sun of spring.

This psychic energy, gentle yet powerful, showered upon every human being.

Whether they were elderly people with white hair or infants crying for milk, whether they had long since awakened their psychic powers or had never had the talent to reach the realm of psychic powers, whether they were in underground cities on their home planet or in outposts and mining stations far beyond the stars, every human felt that warmth at that moment, as if they were sitting by the fireplace in a house on a snowy winter day.

This is a great awakening of human civilization. The potential of the past has been fully released. It is no longer a smoldering ember or a weak flame, but a raging fire. Everyone has awakened their spiritual power and transcended the limits of physical existence.

In the dwellings of the surface settlement, an old worker sat in a rocking chair watching the sunset outside the window. He had never crossed the threshold of psionic power in his life, but at this moment, he suddenly felt his cloudy eyes become incredibly clear, and the power of his youth surged back into his decaying body.

He stood up in surprise. The dragon bone emblem swaying under the porch emitted faint light, and he saw the phantom of flames on it, as if God was watching him from high above. Looking down, he saw his own soul.

The world instantly transformed in the eyes of humanity, and this sudden awakening also led to countless hilarious and absurd situations.

On countless "leaves" suspended in the air in the underground city, a newlywed man came home from get off work and saw his wife cooking in the kitchen. He habitually walked over, hid behind her, and then launched a sneak attack, hugging his wife and wanting to tell her about what he had seen and heard that day.

But as soon as his hand landed, his wife felt a jolt of electricity surge from her tailbone to the top of her head. It was as if her soul had been gripped by an invisible hand. Her cooking motions abruptly stopped, and the kitchen utensils in her hands fell to the counter with a clatter. She froze on the spot, unable to recover for a long time.

When she finally calmed down, she turned around and looked at her bewildered husband. She was both angry and amused, and slapped him. However, because she was also unfamiliar with her newly awakened psychic energy, she slapped her husband's soul directly, giving him a taste of soul trembling. The two of them stood in the kitchen looking at each other, and then burst into laughter.

On a city street, a couple was strolling hand in hand when, in the instant of psychic awakening, psychic energy overflowed from their fingertips, and their souls uncontrollably merged together.

They instantly saw all the little thoughts hidden in each other's hearts, even their browsing history from a few days ago. Then, in a flustered state, they let go of each other's hands, their souls separating instantly, so embarrassed that they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Some people are enveloped by psychic energy in their sleep, and their consciousness floats out of their bodies along with the psychic energy, all the way to outer space. When they wake up, they find themselves watching the Ark space station slowly drifting past them from a third-person perspective. They are so frightened that their souls are about to leave their bodies. This shock causes their consciousness to fall towards the ground and be pulled back into their bodies to prevent it from drifting further and further away.

Countless chaos and absurdities unfold throughout human civilization.

Under God's blessing, humanity has finally come into contact with the existence of the soul. The Trinity has never been so clearly demonstrated, and they have all seen the most essential form of life.

However, no one was afraid of the chaos. In the instant the flames descended, all the memories of the Lord flooded back into their minds like a tide, and the people who had already believed in the Lord knelt down in droves in the streets.

They remembered the Heavenly Father who had protected human civilization from the end times, and both believers and non-believers looked up at the sky at this moment, as if connecting with a magnificent will.

Above the moon, the reconstructed statues blazed with flames, and a sea of ​​flowers grew on this blessed land. Black flowers, gleaming with a grayish-white light, bloomed on the black rocks and on the lunar soil, turning the desolate planet into a paradise of flowers.

Terence lifted the lid of the sarcophagus in the center of the altar, and together with all the psionicists who had emerged from the meditation room, they knelt on the ground and chanted prayers.

"Praise be to the Father, praise be to the abyss of death, may your glory shine upon the stars, may your will prevail in the world, watching over mankind as they bravely and fearlessly explore the stars."

The prayers converged into a mighty torrent, flowing along the threads of faith towards the returning dragon-bone figure in the warp.

Lin Ziming gazed at everyone, as if every star in the dazzling sea of ​​stars were his eyes.

This is the second agreement.