Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After subjugating the orcs, the dragon legion left the orc camp and continued flying south.

The south is home to the human kingdoms of the central region, with a mild climate and fertile land.

The flapping of wings stirred up clouds of dust across the wasteland, stretching from the northern border all the way to the southern horizon.

The three-headed ancient dragon flew at the very front, clearing the way.

Each flap of the red dragon's wings reflected a dark red light in the sunlight, like solidified flames.

The golden dragon's silhouette appeared and disappeared among the clouds, its scales reflecting the light like a moving golden mountain ridge.

The jade dragon flew on the side, its emerald tips standing out brightly against the gray-white sky.

Thousands of dragons followed behind, forming a loose formation, like a flowing mountain range sweeping across the sky.

Lynn stood on the back of the Chaos Dragon, surrounded by Fallen Angels and Graywings.

His robe fluttered in the wind, the dark purple fabric gleaming with a golden sheen.

The light was falling from the angel's wings, landing on Lynn and flowing along the folds of his robe.

The dragon was first seen in the border cities of the human kingdom.

The sentries on the city wall were the first to notice the strange phenomenon in the distant sky: a dark shadow was spreading from the north, obscuring the gray-white light of the sky.

He saw that the shadow was not a dark cloud, but wings that blotted out the sky.

Countless wings flew in from afar, like a migrating flock of birds, but much larger than the flock.

The sentry froze completely, his mouth opened as he tried to blow the horn, but the horn slipped from his hand, hit the battlements with a dull thud, rolled a few times, and fell down the city wall.

He leaned against the wall, his eyes following the approaching shadows as they obscured the entire sky.

That's a dragon! A dragon of endless power!

The dragon legion did not stop; they circled once above the city, the sound of their wings beating drowning out the clamor within.

This is to tell all nations of humanity, the dragon has arrived!

Lynn sensed the locations of the kings of the human kingdoms through the myriad phenomena and flew straight towards that neutral small country.

The capital of a neutral kingdom.

The wind was strong on the tower of the capital, making the robes of several kings flutter loudly.

They gathered at the top of the tower, watching the images coming from the border city through the floating crystal mirror.

The sky in the mirror had darkened, but the wings were still moving, from north to south, like a flowing dark cloud that covered the entire sky, with no end in sight.

The general in silver armor stood at the front, his hands gripping the railing tightly.

He looked at the scene in the mirror, watching the giant dragons arrogantly sweep over the city, showing no fear of the city below.

The silver-armored general's voice was tinged with helplessness.

"Alright, the orcs have knelt down, three hundred million orcs have knelt down, now it's our turn."

An elderly man in a dark blue robe stood to his left, leaning on a cane.

His gaze was also on the mirror, but he wasn't looking at the dragons; he was looking at the figure standing on the back of one of the dragons.

The figure in the mirror was very small, obscured by wings and light, making it difficult to see clearly.

At that moment, the figure seemed to sense the old man's gaze and looked directly at him through the water mirror.

This startled the old man, who quickly adjusted his position and stopped pointing at the "deity".

This scene also sent a chill down the spines of the other kings.

This person is truly terrifying.

"That person riding the dragon, or perhaps a so-called god, possesses power far beyond our capabilities, and so do those dragons..."

The king, dressed in a golden robe, stood to the right of the old man, holding a wine cup in his hand, his face full of resentment.

His voice was more urgent than the others.

"Three hundred million orcs surrendered without even a fight. Now they're coming after us. How are we going to handle this? We need to come up with a plan."

"If we kneel down too, this world will no longer belong to us."

The old man in the dark blue robe turned his head and glanced at him.

"Otherwise what? You want to use your tens of thousands of cavalry to charge at those thousands of dragons? Or use human lives to fill the craters created by cannonballs?"

The golden-robed king did not answer, nor could he refute it.

The tower was quiet for a moment, with only the wind blowing.

The scene in the crystal mirror continued; the dragon legion had flown over the border city and continued moving south, heading directly toward their location.

The wings maintained a neat spacing as they moved, with each dragon following the trajectory of the one before it.

The scene in the water mirror moves, switching from border cities to villages and fields along the way, and then to the outline of distant mountains.

The mountains began to blur, for the dragon legion had flown over them, and the shadow was moving toward the capital, growing closer and clearer.

The king in his golden robe let his hand fall, loosening his grip on the wine cup and letting it shatter into pieces on the ground.

"Gentlemen, prepare to welcome a great god, for from now on... there will be one more god above us."

The other kings also abandoned their leisurely attitude and waited quietly.

As time passed, the scene in the crystal mirror shifted to the plains outside the capital city, where the dragons were crossing the last open area.

The sentries on the city walls of the capital also saw the approaching shadow.

The bugle call had already sounded, echoing from the city walls to the city proper, and then from the city to the palace, reverberating beneath the towers, layer upon layer.

The king in the golden robe spoke, his voice more composed than before.

"Stop blowing the horn! Pass down the order: open the city gates, lower the drawbridge, and everyone assemble in the square. Do not bring any weapons."

As soon as he finished speaking, a servant took the order and ran down the steps.

The chaotic dragon stopped above the capital, its wings outstretched, casting a shadow that covered the entire palace.

Lynn stepped off the dragon's back, walking on the air, descending step by step. With each step, a gray-white light gathered beneath his feet, supporting his feet and extending into the air like steps.

An army of angels surrounded him, constantly showering him with holy light.

He stopped about thirty meters above the ground and looked down at the gray-white stone city below.

He looked at those people, their faces upturned, each with a different expression: some were terrified, some were bewildered, some were crying, and some had already knelt down.

The chaotic dragon spoke, its deep voice covering the entire city like a low rumble of thunder.

"Our Lord, the High God N'Zoth, has merged this world with the goblin world into one divine realm. Today, I have come to declare the ownership of this world."

The elderly man in the dark blue robe was the first to step forward. He took a few steps toward the edge of the tower and bowed.

"On behalf of all nations of mankind, I pay homage to the great and supreme God. May your divine glory shine upon the earth forever."

The general in silver armor also bowed, and the other kings followed suit, bowing respectfully.

The king in the golden robe was at the very back. As he bent down, his fingers paused on his knees, pressed down hard, and steadied his trembling legs.

Then, following the two people in front, they bent down, maintaining a slightly bowed posture.

It's been a long time since I bowed to anyone, so this sudden bow feels a bit strange.