Cataclysm: Undead Dragons and Zero Empire

In the desolate depths of the sky, the dragon's shadow soars freely; after endless death comes the time of rebirth.

The three pairs of eyes belonging to Tianlong have perished, leaving only the raging flames of death burning in their empty sockets. Lin Zimo infused them with spiritual energy, like an artist sculpting his own portrait. He meticulously crafted the flames, transforming them into illusory pupils, just as they were in life.

Despite having accepted the fact that she was dead, Lin Zimo still hoped that she was not just a moving skeleton.

He longed for the feeling of being alive, and psychic energy was his paintbrush and sculptor's tool. He sculpted his eyes and created complete membrane wings, even if these were all illusory bubbles, it would still tell him that he was living.

Lin Ziming had not forgotten the planet that had accompanied him for countless years. After traveling around the Hengxing system, he returned here and did not dare to land directly on the surface.

His body was so enormous that, without a suitable point of reference, he had no idea how much his size had increased over the countless years.

Lin Ziming was once the youngest among his siblings. Now, can he stand shoulder to shoulder with his parents? If his Heavenly Dragon parents saw their offspring who had grown to this size, would they be happy for him?

Lin Ziming ultimately chose to go to the moon. His enormous size made it impossible to ignore the curvature of the planet, making it impossible for him to lie flat.

This satellite, which once bore the footprints of humanity, remains lifeless. Against the gray-white background, the black keel casts a long, narrow shadow. People living in the planet's night do not need telescopes; they can simply look up and see the moon darken.

Given Lin Ziming's mass, his existence was like a brand new satellite joining this two-person dance party. Every move he made would shake the balance between the Earth and the Moon. Therefore, after becoming familiar with the use of psionic energy, he hid his true form in subspace, leaving a projection in the outside world to avoid affecting the real universe.

He looked down at the blue planet, as if gazing at his homeland.

Compared to Lin Ziming's appearance when he left via subspace, the clear blue hue that originally covered the surface is now fluctuating at a visible speed, a chain reaction caused by the loss of a large amount of mass from the Earth's core.

The waves, clearly visible from space, manifest as a massive tsunami on Earth. The tremors travel from the deepest part of the trench into the seawater, as if a giant hand is churning the seabed. The seawater suddenly rises at a right angle, forming a towering wall that blocks out the sky. This level of turbulence even exposes the seabed to the air, causing countless marine creatures to perish and become the first victims of the disaster.

Coastal cities were hit hardest; all the homes that had been painstakingly rebuilt collapsed like building blocks in the sound of the waves, and were like pieces of paper flying into the sky in the sound of the wind. People's cries of alarm were swallowed up in an instant.

Huge cracks appeared in the tundra of high latitudes, like a black line drawn across a planet in space. Ancient glaciers collapsed, and the resulting icebergs floated like islands in the tsunami, rising and falling dramatically.

The fishing boat was smashed to pieces by the waves. The local fishermen who survived in the polar region could only huddle in the fragile cabin in their last moments, listening to the loud noise of the ice breaking, and muttering their last words, which were the prayers for the end of the world in polar legend.

However, a deeper catastrophe is brewing in the depths of the ocean. The cracks on the ocean floor continue to expand, and the scorching magma meets the icy seawater, producing steam that shoots straight into the sky, further exacerbating atmospheric disturbances.

The storm rapidly incubated, and white whirlpools covered the land and sea. This was an unprecedented level of wind force. In such a powerful storm, the seawater was no longer the warm water that sailors had touched, but was almost boiling. The rising water vapor was carried by the tornado and collided with the tsunami.

The eye of the storm made landfall in a short time, swept across the coast, and swept everything in its path into the sky, so densely that they collided in the air. As a result, the land was swept clean and spotless.

However, the truly deadly event was the second global earthquake. The mountain ranges that stretched across the continent began to crack and collapse, with peaks toppling like crumbs peeling off a piece of candy. Boulders rolled like an avalanche, and the earth was temporarily shrouded in the screams of rocks and obscured by billowing dust.

"Everyone, charge with me!" Howard roared, pulling up the weak and powerless Terence and leading the surviving members of the Death Faction to escape.

Terence's face was still burning, the black and red flames licking at the hem of his clothes but not scorching the fabric. The psychic energy of death was completely merging with his body, so this leader of the Death faction was now more vulnerable than an infant.

At this moment, one can see that many people have already sacrificed themselves in that death ceremony. They used their lives to catch the flames and used their burning souls to shout with all their might. As the earthquake intensifies, the black stone pyramid beneath their feet is emitting ripples.

After the earthquake, the elevator connecting the bottom pyramid and the mine shaft was no longer working properly. Howard simply cut the steel cable, causing the elevator platform to carry them into the sky like stones launched by a slingshot.

Terence had clearly anticipated this. The Black Stone Pyramid, deep underground, was not only an amplifier used for death rituals but also an anchor driven into the earth. Through the vast spiritual energy descended by the Lord, it stabilized the constantly shaking continent, making the earthquakes on the surface much weaker than calculated. They still had time to escape before the cave collapsed.

On the earth, whether it was the stronghold established by the Death Cavalry or the city rebuilt with the company's investment, the streets undulated like crumpled pages of paper. The screams of heavily armed soldiers or unarmed civilians intertwined with the rumble of the earth, creating an echo of despair.

The once-standing super-skyscraper is slowly tilting, the earthquake intensity far exceeding its design limits, with concrete debris falling as if a torrential rain had hit the city.

Inside the stronghold, the factories that had been painstakingly rebuilt collapsed in the earthquake. The tranquility and peace of the cemetery were shattered, and the soil, like plowed fields, rolled up like waves of wheat, with the living and the dead buried together.

Human struggles seem insignificant in the face of natural disasters. In ancient churches and temples, people prayed for happiness in their last moments before the disaster, only to be swallowed up by the sudden cracks in the ground in their panic, leaving behind only half of the broken statues.

All of this is the result of the Black Stone Pyramids scattered around the world calming the earth. As Terence said, they did their best to minimize the disaster. As for the future of human civilization, it is all up to fate.

At this very moment, destiny was indeed manifesting itself. Lin Ziming watched over humanity from the moon, his spiritual energy surging toward the shattering planet like a magnificent waterfall, covering every corner of the world.

He could see the smoldering spark of spiritual energy within each person, hear every desperate cry and defiant shout, and witness the suffering of human civilization in dire straits, and decisively offered his help.

The disaster began with him and will end with him. Lin Zimo used his spiritual energy to reshape the earth. Invisibly, the torn strata were forcibly stitched together, and the surging molten core was forcibly suppressed, returning to a normal cycle. The uncontrolled atmosphere and ocean on the surface were like dominoes falling, with time paused in the middle, and then a giant hand turned them back to attention one by one.

Lin Ziming had to meticulously control his power, like an engineer manually adjusting a machine. He was not familiar with this kind of engineering, and for him, destruction was far simpler than salvation.

"It is the Lord's grace! Praise be to our Lord! Praise be to our Heavenly Father!" The surviving priests of the Death Party shouted as soon as the earth stabilized, their voices becoming the first ray of dawn for humanity after the disaster.

After that, human civilization began to show its tenacious vitality. Even when the population visibly plummeted, some people still struggled to survive, and some people were unwilling to give up.

The Death Knights reacted faster and acted more efficiently than the company. Howard completely dispersed the team, abandoning guerrilla tactics and instead carrying out rescue missions globally.

Howard and Terrence firmly believe that humanity will not be wiped out in this disaster, and they are making real efforts to prove it.

"May humanity endure forever"—this is the most widely circulated prayer in the post-disaster era.