Cataclysm: Undead Dragons and Zero Empire

In the sea of ​​stars, beside a dazzling band of light piercing the sky, the jet-black dragon bones suddenly appeared.

Lin Ziming had just finished his subspace travel and returned to the star system where human civilization was located. Just like his initial departure, the long arc had finally returned to its faithful origin.

The flames of "Death of Zero" flowed slowly across his skeleton, devouring most of the life in the galaxy, and the flames burned even more fiercely.

The order of the entire galaxy cluster will inevitably collapse completely because of Lin Zimo's ultimate attack, but Lin Zimo doesn't care about it at all.

He only destroyed the territory within the galaxy belonging to the Homborian Consortium, and the existence and demise of this civilization, the rise and fall of hegemony, were nothing more than fleeting fireflies in the vast sea of ​​stars in his eyes.

Lin Ziming vibrated the bone wings on his back, leaving behind the cold comets and irregular asteroids around him. He was on the edge of the galaxy, cold and desolate.

Lin Zimo sensed life signals on a gas giant planet located on the outer edge of the galaxy. This planet always reminded him of Jupiter, with its perpetual storms forming huge red patches on its surface, like a giant eye that the planet had opened.

At this moment, the orbit of this gas giant planet is dotted with mining stations, like silver shells attached to the surface of the giant planet, gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the starlight.

Countless mining ships entered the storm along their downward-sloping tracks, like schools of fish darting through caves and ocean currents. They ventured deep into the hydrogen and helium clouds of the gas giant, collecting the fuel needed for their nuclear fusion engines and the industrial lifeblood that would sustain their interstellar journey.

This scene is vastly different from the humans of yesteryear, huddled beneath steam towers in the dead of winter, struggling with every ounce of food and warmth.

Lin Ziming's psionic energy continued to extend inward, sweeping across the entire Heng star system. He saw that on the orbits of other planets, domed cities had risen from the ground, indicating that humanity had successfully stepped out of its own home and developed a familiar yet unfamiliar territory.

Human civilization has left its mark across the entire star system. They have truly broken free from the gravitational pull of their home planet and entered the interstellar age, taking root and flourishing in this star system that they could only look up to in the past.

The trail he left behind that spanned the galaxy, the spacetime trajectories he distorted—humanity probably hasn't yet been able to decipher the fundamental theories of faster-than-light travel from them. However, their navigation within their own star system is as free and skillful as the conquest of their home planet's oceans during the Age of Exploration.

A faint hint of approval flashed in Lin Ziming's illusory fiery eyes, and at that moment, on the moon, in the temple complex that stretched in the center of a crater and faced the mother star, Terence suddenly opened his eyes.

The leader of the Death Faction sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, gazing up at the sculpture depicting the Lord, with no one behind him.

Terence was now wrapped in a thick black cloth, covered with fine black stone powder, completely concealing his body except for his eyes.

Time has left no trace of aging on him, but the colors that once settled on his life have faded, turning into pure black, the essence without reservation, like a precise scalpel removing skin to reveal flesh and blood, every texture and beauty is revealed without reservation.

Such darkness is merciless; the aura of death is so concentrated that it drips onto the skin and permeates the environment, reaching a point of violence.

When the true nature of the flame begins to be revealed, it is the journey from existence to nothingness. Terence needs to be wrapped in linen smeared with black stone every day, because his blackness is so intense that even when facing the sunlight on the moon, it cannot achieve whiteness, making him visible to outsiders.

It is the psychic energy belonging to death that chases after life, rather than life chasing after psychic energy. Terence has gone further and further down the path of psychic energy, leaving all mortals behind.

If it weren't for the layer of linen coated with black stone powder that blocked his way, the psionic energy he radiated would have caused every inch of land he passed to grow black thorns carrying the aura of death and slumber, as well as black buds that shimmered with a grayish-white light. They were far less tall than the "Trees of Peace" from back then, but they all shared the same origin.

The instant Lin Ziming's psionic energy covered the entire galaxy, that familiar, vast aura, like the will of the universe itself descending, caused Terence's body to tremble uncontrollably.

He had waited far too long for this day.

From the moment the Lord left behind that voyage across the stars and set off into deep space, Terrence awaited the Lord's return, so much so that he rarely interfered in worldly affairs, leaving Howard to shoulder all leadership responsibilities.

Now he finally sensed that will again, the will that sheltered human civilization from the harsh winter and gave humanity hope for survival.

Without the slightest hesitation, Terence's immense spiritual energy surged forth like a flood, instantly igniting the entire temple complex.

The unfrozen oil flowing through the ditches that crisscrossed the entire complex when the temple was first designed suddenly burst into flames, as if an eternal lamp had been lit on the lunar craters, proclaiming the Lord's return.

Countless sorcerers and magicians residing in the Moon Temple, along with pilgrims who came to worship, knelt down the moment the flames ignited, prostrating themselves in the direction of the main temple and devoutly chanting scriptures.

The entire moon was immersed in a solemn yet incredibly fervent atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Howard, who no longer needed to constantly monitor the data on the ground, learned of this news. Large patches of his hair had turned white, but his back remained straight, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

He led the "Death Cavalry" to unify the world and even create unprecedented achievements. They set foot in the stars and ignited the embers that were teetering in the dead of winter into a prairie fire that spread throughout the entire galaxy.

Humans no longer worry about food and clothing, and no longer have to struggle for survival. They finally have the right to approach the stars and explore the universe.

Just then, Terrence's voice rang in Howard's mind, and psionic communication across the Earth-Moon orbit appeared in his consciousness:

"Howard, the Lord has returned; He has returned to our galaxy."

Howard hadn't felt this kind of shock in a long time, but at this moment his breathing became rapid, and his heart was pounding wildly in his chest, almost bursting out of his chest.

From the moment Lin Zimo left, leaving behind a trail that spanned the sea of ​​stars, to the present day when humanity has set foot in interstellar space, he has looked up at the starry sky countless times in the dead of night, watching that band of light that still shines brightly in the starry sky, knowing that the "Dragon" will eventually return.

This news will surely cause a great uproar in human civilization. In the midst of lonely exploration, humanity has finally regained its direction, just as a wanderer sees his father's back and takes his father's hand.

However, at the edge of the galaxy, behind an asteroid, Captain Rex's research vessel was hidden in the shadows until the psionic readings suddenly exceeded the instrument's limit, causing the readings to drop to zero.

Rex's prosthetic eye was fixed on the monitoring system. He saw the massive, jet-black dragon skeleton and the burning black-red flame, and realized that the other party must have noticed them.

It's the Undead Dragon! He has appeared here!

"Contact Commander Karen immediately! Quickly!" Rex was well aware of the disruptive impact this discovery would have on the entire Foundation and on this civil war.