Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn turned and walked toward Vientiane.

Vientiane still stood there, with grayish-white mist swirling around it.

The gray-robed wizard's body had been cleaned up, leaving nothing behind except a storage ring.

Lynn opened the storage ring and found a lot of material resources inside. After analyzing them and finding no problems, he put them all into his possession.

The ring always bore the mark of the Chaos Egg and was engraved with some magical arrays for transmitting messages. Lynn destroyed it and put it away.

Lynn stood before the myriad phenomena, glanced at the undead on the island of death, and then looked up at the giant net of rules in the sky.

The Origin Realm's devouring will take some time; it must be digested before the "Egg of Chaos" and its ilk arrive.

Lynn turned and walked out of the Sacred Mark Domain, returning to the outer edge of the Origin Realm.

The battle at the edge of the spacetime turbulence has ended, and the demons and minions of the Chaos Egg are scattered on the meteorites.

Some were torn apart by the divine abominations, some were burned to ashes by the bone dragons, and some were frozen into ice by the frost-boned giant whales.

Megatron stood beside a pile of corpses, the dark gold skeletons stained with black blood.

The Decepticons floated in mid-air, with several Voidbats still struggling on the Ghost Chains.

The Balrog crouched on a meteorite, the rocks beneath his feet glowing red from the heat.

The fallen angel legion and the gray-winged warriors folded their wings and stood guard in various places without moving.

The Void Swarm clung to several meteorites, their carapaces stained with black liquid.

Lynn raised his right hand, and a crack appeared in the ground of the Holy Mark Domain, swallowing up all the corpses of the minions and demons.

The corpses lay on the black, scorched earth of the island of death, piling up into a small hill.

Lynn raised his left hand again, extracted the souls of those demons, and sealed them into the soul lamp in the center of the Island of Death.

The soul lamp lit up briefly, then went dark.

Lynn and the Chaos Dragon stood at the edge of the spacetime turbulence, looking at the hole torn open in the Origin Realm.

The cave entrance was still there, and a grayish-black light seeped out from it, with fragments of damaged runes floating around its edges.

An accident has occurred to the Chaos Egg here, and the news cannot be kept secret for long.

Once they discover that the dispatched teams have lost contact, the next force will inevitably be stronger than this one.

He must devour the Source Realm as soon as possible and make this world his own.

The Chaos Dragon looked down at the fragments, letting out a low rumble as if cursing the bastards.

Lynn raised his hand, and the rune fragments were peeled from the void, crushed, and scattered into dust.

He then spread a layer of grayish-white light around the edge of the cave entrance. The light was very thin, like a membrane sealing the entrance.

The dragon began to manipulate the turbulent flow of spacetime, and the turbulent flow near the rift was pulled by it, like a turbulent surface of water, slowly closing towards the cave entrance.

The cracks at the edges became smaller and denser until they finally closed completely.

Lynn stood in the void, looking at the closed crack.

The beings of the Chaos Egg could arrive at any time. If they discover that their people have gone missing and that the Origin Realm has been attacked and occupied, the force that will come next will surely be stronger.

Even if they aren't at the peak of the Saint Mark level, it's still very possible for them to obtain several mid-to-high-level Saint Marks.

This spatial turbulence barrier can hold it off for a while, buying some time.

He turned and flew towards the direction of the Sacred Mark Domain.

The devouring of the Origin Realm continues, and he must personally oversee it; he cannot leave for too long.

At this moment, everything is seizing the moment to devour, and gray-white light surges from the ground, passing through the ocean, through the sky, and through the clouds.

The light transformed into countless fine chains, hanging down from the giant web of rules, like tree roots, like rivers, like tentacles, stretching towards the boundary of the source realm.

The chains touched the edge of the source realm without attacking or destroying it; they simply adhered to it, like one hand adhering to another.

The entire Origin Realm began to tremble.

The sky cracked open, and a strange reflection appeared in that gray-white sky—another sky, another layer of clouds, the outline of another world.

The sky hangs upside down, the world is turned upside down, and the two worlds begin to slowly merge.

The reflection of the goblin world appeared on the sky of the Source Realm, like a mirror, reflecting another world.

All the creatures in both worlds raised their heads in unison, staring in horror at the reflection of the other world in the sky.

The edge of the world is slowly fading and disappearing, as if it is about to be erased by the world.

The world is undergoing tremendous changes, and the various races of the Origin Realm are responding accordingly.

The various kingdoms of humanity reacted the fastest.

The border watchtower was the first to detect the anomaly. After the sentry saw the world disappear, he did not hesitate and lit the beacon fire.

The flames of war spread from the border to the capital, and from the capital to the various city-states.

The messenger rode a fast horse out of the city gate and sped off in different directions along the official road.

At this moment, regardless of whether the kingdoms were at war or at peace, they all stopped fighting and gathered in a neutral kingdom.

The kings gathered together for an emergency meeting.

A general in silver armor stood in front of the map, his finger tracing the boundary line of the Source Realm.

"Gentlemen, according to our scouts, the world's border in the North is slowly disappearing, seemingly merging with another place."

"And the projection of the world in the sky proves this point. The projection appears above the entire continent. It is not an illusion, not a mirage, but another world that truly exists."

"This fusion is unknown to us. There are no signs of invasion from that other world yet, but we must be prepared."

The kings agreed to his suggestion, and armies began to assemble in various places.

...

After a century, a green barrier has risen again at the border of the Elf Forest, isolating the Elf world from the outside world.

Light streamed from the depths of the forest, spreading along the boundary line and enveloping the entire forest.

The barrier is semi-transparent, allowing you to see the tree canopy and towers inside, but not the details.

The elves stood in the treetops, longbows in hand, arrows nocked, not letting go.

An elven elder dressed in a silver robe stood atop the highest treetop, gazing up at his reflection in the sky.

His eyes narrowed, and a light flickered in his pupils.

He stared for a long time without saying a word.

The young elf beside him asked what he saw, and he replied, "Another world is devouring us."

The young elf was terrified.

Devouring the world?

What an astonishing method!

...

The gates of the dwarf kingdom were closed.

The heavy iron gate was pulled up by the winch, the gears jammed, and it made a dull sound.

The dwarves on the city wall held torches, the flames flickering in the wind and illuminating their rough faces.

The dwarf king stood on the city wall, holding a warhammer in his hand, with a glowing red gem embedded in the head of the hammer.

He looked up at the sky and cursed under his breath.

We've only had a few years of peace and quiet, how come this mess has happened again? Damn it, the heavens are really unpredictable.

The general next to him asked him what to do.

The dwarf king snorted coldly.

"Let's watch and see what that world is up to. If it dares to come down on us, I'll smash a hole in the sky with this hammer!"

...