Cataclysm: Undead Dragons and Zero Empire

Chapter 142 Psionic Catastrophe

As human civilization stumbled towards the stars and learned to adapt to psionic energy, Lin Ziming did not stop his own steps.

His will withdrew from his gaze on human civilization and returned to the boundary between the subspace and the real universe.

He could clearly sense that the curtain that stretched between the two dimensions was still exerting a strong repulsive force on him.

The attack that erased his existence did not simply erase the memories of intelligent life about him, but rather caused the real universe to no longer recognize the legitimacy of "Lin Zimo's" existence.

The real universe consistently refused his entry, much like the immune system frantically rejecting a foreign object that should not exist in this world.

If other subspace entities were to face this level of rejection, their only option would be to retreat to the depths of the subspace and never set foot in the real universe again, or to temporarily descend into the real universe as a clone through the sacrifice of believers, making it impossible for them to enter the real universe as a complete entity.

Lin Ziming hovered above the boundary between the subspace and the real universe, staring at the veil that separated the order of reality from the chaos of the subspace like an invisible membrane. He spread his bone wings and suddenly crashed into the veil. Black and red flames surged from his body and swept towards the veil in front of him like a tsunami.

At this moment, the death of Zero was no longer a gentle blessing, but a violent crash that could end everything, slamming against the curtain.

"boom

A silent explosion resounded at the boundary between the two dimensions. The subspace trembled violently under the impact, and countless fine cracks instantly appeared on the seemingly indestructible curtain. These cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and black and red flames seeped into the cracks, scorching the entire curtain and causing the cracks to continue to expand.

In the real universe, the entire star system of the supercluster began to distort. The light of stars flickered, and countless black and red spatial rifts flashed across the starry sky, emanating a chilling aura.

The civilizations in the supercluster were astonished by this upheaval, but they had no way of knowing the source of it. On the edge of the subspace, Lin Zimo once again vibrated his bone wings, transforming into a meteor and crashing into the shattered curtain for the second time.

This time, the curtain could no longer withstand the terrifying force and was forcibly torn open with a huge rip.

The rift had barely appeared when it began to expand due to the burning of the Death of Zero. What was originally the size of a single star system quickly transformed into a massive vortex large enough to contain a galaxy.

At the center of this vortex is endless darkness, connected to the chaotic depths of the warp. The edges of the vortex rotate continuously, like spiral arms composed of countless stars in a galaxy, tearing apart the surrounding real space and pouring the viscous psionic energy from the warp into the real universe.

Lin Ziming passed through the enormous vortex and finally stepped into the real universe.

When he appeared in the real universe, the Existence Erasure Protocol completely failed, and the legitimacy of Lin Zimo's existence in the universe could not be resisted.

In the Golden Hall, the headquarters of the Boros Global Foundation, this once luxurious hall has been transformed into a battlefield.

In the highest seat, Karen's grandfather, the rotating director, sat quietly, watching the endless stream of cloned genetic soldiers pour in.

Instead of seeing his grandson go to the front lines and witness the downfall of the board of directors, he revealed a smile of pride and relief. He slowly stood up, straightened his magnificent formal attire, and smiled at the soldiers who were pointing their guns at him: "My son, I am truly proud of you."

Karen's grandfather seemed to be speaking to the void, "I know you are watching, child."

"I'm old, I don't have the courage or the strength to overthrow the system I've upheld all my life, but you did it, my child."

He reached out into the void before him, as if patting Karen on the shoulder from afar. "You shattered the old world with a rebellion. The Foundation will be reborn, breaking free from the stagnant cycle of history."

"Those old guys on the board have fought and struggled their whole lives, but in the end they still lost to our family. From today onwards, the entire Boros Global Foundation will be completely controlled by you and our family."

In any case, Karen's rebellion as a member of her family could not truly restore order; the Foundation would eventually be inherited, and a new ruling structure would emerge.

Karen's successful rebellion was tantamount to his family rising to the top of the foundation, a feat that no one before him, including Karen's grandfather himself, had ever accomplished.

However, at this very moment, the catastrophe that would engulf the entire supercluster had only just begun.

After Lin Ziming passed through the dimensional vortex and stepped into the real universe, the demons that had been blocked by the veil in the subspace for countless years waited for Lin Ziming to go far away. Like sharks that smelled blood, they rushed into the real universe from that huge vortex.

They had been suppressed for too long, and now that they had finally stepped into the life-rich real universe, they instantly fell into extreme madness. Like a locust swarm, they polluted all the life-bearing planets in their path, and all intelligent life was distorted and deformed.

Neutron torpedoes, gamma lasers, shaped arcs—all these weapons can only destroy their physical form in the real universe, but cannot harm their soul. After death, they will retreat into the subspace, waiting to be resurrected and return.

As the dimensional vortex continued to rotate, the psionic energy of the subspace continued to pour into the real universe, and the psionic energy concentration of the entire supercluster was slowly increasing. This sudden change was fearfully named a psionic catastrophe by the intelligent civilization of the entire supercluster.

This calamity brought drastically different fates to civilizations that followed different paths of development.

Civilizations that did not engage in the realm of psionic energy suffered annihilation. In the direction where demons ravaged, their weapons could hardly inflict substantial damage on the demons, and among the demons, there were many species that specialized in infiltrating electronic intelligence.

They can easily tamper with various programs, giving them self-awareness, causing sophisticated technological equipment to instantly turn against its owner and fire upon them.

The demon constantly releases psychic energy imbued with negative emotions, invading the minds of intelligent beings. Fear, anger, greed, lust—countless negative emotions originating from the mind are amplified infinitely, instantly shattering the once orderly civilizations.

They fell into chaos and began to kill each other.

Countless lives underwent horrific mutations due to psionic contamination. Some bodies swelled, growing countless extra limbs, and their skin cracked open with roaring mouths. Others grew twisted horns that pierced their own eyes and flesh. Some souls were even more simply devoured, turning them into mindless zombies that knew only killing and destruction.

These demonically twisted aberrations attack their own kind, dragging them into the abyss of corruption and mutation. In a short period of time, many colonized planets have become hellish worlds.

On the front lines where the psionic catastrophe continues to spread, more and more star clusters are affected, even facing the demons head-on, suffering heavy losses.

However, amidst this catastrophe that gradually swept across various galaxy groups within the supercluster, one type of civilization not only escaped severe damage but also gained unprecedented opportunities: those civilizations deeply engaged in the realm of psionic energy.

The pilgrim civilization that once attempted to worship Lin Zimo was plunged into ecstasy when the psionic catastrophe erupted, and their communication with the "High Heaven" became easier than ever before.

Faced with an endless army of demons, the Pilgrims' civilization did not panic. They had dealt with demons for a long time and were quite experienced in dealing with them.

They initiated the inheritance ceremony, infusing the idols worshipped day and night by countless believers with a massive amount of spiritual energy and will, thus completing the "enlightenment".

These statues, which were originally just carvings, came to life, releasing a divine psychic radiance. They swept across the battlefield, each attack annihilating swathes of demons, forcing them to return to the warp to lick their wounds.

At this very moment, the enormous dimensional vortex that spans the entire galaxy continues to slowly rotate in the starry sky. War is breaking out in more and more places, and even though the galaxy where human civilization is located is in a remote area, it will inevitably encounter the demons' armies sooner or later.

Humans and bees remain like tranquil harbors amidst a storm during this psionic catastrophe, unaware that this tranquility is only temporary.

A brand new era, one of destruction and rebirth, is being born amidst growing pains.