Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The battlefield was filled with the smoke of gunpowder, and the passageways connecting the continents were piled high with corpses.

Some were still relatively intact, some had been blown to pieces, and some were charred and still smoking.

Minced meat and bones were mixed in with gravel and mud, making it impossible to distinguish which piece was meat and which was stone.

One severed arm was still gripping the handle of the stone axe, the hand stiff and gripped tightly, impossible to pry open.

The head of a corpse was blown off, but the body was still in a running posture, with one leg out and the other leg still supporting the ground. The body was slightly leaning forward, as if it would fall at any moment, but it would not move again.

Several orcs lay prone in the rubble, their bodies half-buried in the stones.

Their faces were pressed against the ground, their eyes still open, but there were no tears in their eyes, only frozen fear.

The orcs rushing up from behind stepped on the corpses in front, slipped, fell to the ground, got up again, and continued running.

Someone tripped and fell, then the people behind them tripped and fell, dozens of people piled on top of each other, then got up, and then someone else tripped and fell.

This scene terrified everyone.

Some people stopped, looked at the devastation around them, and their legs went weak. They knelt on the ground and cried out, "May the spirits of our ancestors protect us!"

Some people threw down their weapons and turned to run, but stopped after a few steps, unsure of where to go next.

The valiant orcs were completely stunned by this attack and lost all their courage.

The mane-rock werewolf stood amidst the rubble, staring in horror at everything before him.

Almost...

It almost stepped into the passageway.

It almost perished here; even its body could not be preserved.

How could those goblins possess such immense power?!

Could it be that he has mastered the power of Heaven?!

The werewolf's eyes were fixed ahead, on the smoking positions, the still-rotating cannons, and the airships and aircraft flying back.

Its mouth moved slightly, making a sound, but the sound was very soft, and only it could hear it.

"How could this happen..."

It barked again, this time louder and more angry.

"How could this happen?!"

No one answered it.

The surrounding orcs were terrified. They could accept dying on the battlefield, but they could not accept dying in vain.

...

In the distant human kingdoms, the kings, watching this scene, also remained silent.

Their original ambitions and awe-inspiring spirit vanished with this round of gunfire.

The general in silver armor had lost his appetite for drinking. The glass of wine was still on the table, with a thin layer of dust floating on its surface.

His gaze remained fixed on the screen, never wavering.

"One hundred thousand orcs, gone in minutes? Those goblins' weapons are simply..."

He didn't finish speaking.

An elderly man in a blue robe sat in a chair, his gaze fixed on the screen, before finally looking away after a long while.

"These weapons are incredibly destructive, veritable battlefield artifacts. If we were to fight those goblins, how long could we hold out?"

No one answered him.

To withstand those mysterious weapons with flesh and blood? That would likely end up like those orcs.

...

The dwarf king stood atop the gate tower of the underground fortress, a nautical chart spread out on the table before him, marking the positions of several ships.

He had already received reports of the battle situation at the front, but he did not read them a second time.

That's absurd! Ten thousand orcs could be wiped out in just a few minutes? And the goblins suffered no casualties?

Even if a god were to come, wouldn't it bleed?

His finger traced across the nautical chart, stopping at a spot marked "Unknown Sea Area".

"Keep the fleet moving forward, don't stop."

"Since the main force of the otherworldly goblins is concentrated at that strategic pass, their defenses elsewhere must be lax. Let's attack them from the rear!"

...

The elven elder stood on the treetop, looking through the barrier towards the distant battlefield, as if he could see the battlefield of blood and fire.

The spirits of nature had informed her of the situation on the battlefield, but she still found it hard to believe.

The spirit of nature does not lie. No matter how absurd the situation on the battlefield may be, she has to admit that those goblins are something else.

She stared fixedly in that direction for a long time, a sentence surfacing in her mind.

My lord, times have changed!

The young elves standing beside her were also looking in the same direction, wondering what was attracting the Grand Elder's attention.

However, the presence of the elven barrier is sufficient to ensure the safety of the elven race.

...

In the northern wilderness, wandering goblins crouched beside the cave entrance, their eyes fixed on the distance.

Although we were some distance from the battlefield, we could faintly hear the dense explosions coming from there.

They didn't know what had happened, but they heard the explosions, the screams, and the echoes still lingering in the wind.

The sound of the explosion was unlike anything they had ever heard before, like the might of the heavens.

They huddled together, closer than usual.

On the front lines, the artillery fire has ceased.

The wind blew in from the passageway, stirring up dust, the smell of burning, and a faint stench of blood.

The cannon barrels were still smoking, the airships and aircraft had retreated to the rear of the position, and the magic tanks had also stopped firing and returned to their original positions with their cannons facing forward.

Only the magic-powered mechs remained on the position, the muzzles of the rapid-fire cannons still retaining warmth, and white smoke drifted out from the gaps, dispersing in the wind.

The commander stood in front of the screen in the command room, watching the red dots that were still moving.

The red dots had retreated, receding to the outside of the passage entrance, gathering together, neither advancing nor retreating.

They stood there, as if waiting.

Waiting for the main force to arrive, waiting for Chief Rockbreaker to make a decision.

"The enemy is setting up camp," a staff officer nearby said.

"Should we drop bombs and incendiary bombs to completely annihilate them? And incidentally, push back into the other world?"

The commander paused for a moment.

Reverse-world exploration? What an alluring phrase.

The Goblin Empire has been at peace for too long, and has had no opportunity to make a name for itself.

If he can truly conquer vast territories for the empire, his name will surely be recorded in history, and he will become a hero of the empire!

However... His Majesty the Emperor's order to him was to stop the enemy at all costs, and he did not grant him the authority to invade the other world.

The commander picked up the communicator and pressed the call button.

"Your Majesty, the enemy is setting up camp. Should we launch a counterattack? We request your instructions."

Haru's communicator rang.

His voice came through the loudspeaker, somewhat distant, but every word was clear.

"The battle on the front lines is up to you. Holding the position is your top priority. Do your best to annihilate the enemy."

"But you must not launch a counterattack rashly; your objective is to defend this strategically important location."

There was a moment of silence on the communicator, then Haru's voice came through again.

"Our homeland lies behind you. If this place is lost, and millions of enemy troops enter our heartland, we will all become sinners of the empire."

"Reinforcements from all over are on their way, and weapons are being transported. As long as we can hold out, it will be a victory."

The commander put down the communicator, turned around, and looked at the red dots on the screen.

"Order airships and aircraft to prepare for takeoff and drop incendiary bombs."

He paused for a moment.

"After this round, a ceasefire will be declared, and no one is allowed to venture into the other world without authorization!"

The order has been passed on.

The airship's engines began to warm up, and the aircraft's propellers started spinning, emitting a buzzing sound.

If this volley of incendiary bombs had been dropped, the casualties would have been far more than 100,000...