Cataclysm: Undead Dragons and Zero Empire

Starport has come to a standstill, like a stubborn rock gripped tightly by a dragon.

The mass effect centered on Lin Ziming is equivalent to the introduction of a new satellite celestial body. This situation was never considered when the starport was designed and built, so much so that it instantly exceeded the output limit of the gravity maintenance field.

The entire dome of the starport was shattered, and these fragments would find a new gravitational balance in space, as if carried high into the sky by a tornado.

Starport is losing its atmosphere, and the natural environment originally designed for its diverse inhabitants is collapsing. Emergency evacuation devices are spraying stored gas, but this emergency response is no longer effective.

The slums clinging to the trading port were the first to disintegrate. These bloated and dilapidated buildings were constructed from inferior construction waste, without foundations, and their positions depended entirely on gravity, like a hornet's nest clinging to a tree trunk.

The rusty houses were torn apart in the atmospheric escape, collided with each other in the howling wind tunnel, and were crushed into thin sheets together.

The graffiti paintings densely covering the slums are intensely colored, wildly styled, and imaginative as unrestrained as ocean waves. The light and shadow cast by them change unpredictably as the starport shatters, as if waking up from a decadent interstellar dream and beginning to face the cold reality.

At this moment, Starport resembled a dilapidated city on the ground, suddenly losing its gravitational pull. All sorts of impoverished scavengers, artists, and mercenaries, along with the buildings they had just settled into, flew up.

Against the backdrop of space, the starport looked as if it were releasing a sky full of lights. The metal sheds, which had just been burning combustible building materials as bonfires, could no longer sustain their rising flames and became fireballs floating in the air, quickly smashing charred holes in the walls.

Whether it was a backward and dangerous slum or a commercial center built independently on the upper level to avoid mingling with the poor, they all took flight in this gravitational capture, and the species that needed air pressure to maintain their bodily fluids exploded with colorful blood flowers.

The stars cast a beautiful, colorful halo on the plaza through the numerous debris. The sealed port valves had all been destroyed, and the ships that were originally queuing to take off and land began to flee en masse, only to crash into the shields that the starport had hastily deployed amidst the chaos.

However, the shield could never achieve the required coordination and could not form a perfect sphere. Its surface rippled violently, like a blue jellyfish being swirled and sucked towards the surface by a water dragon.

At this very moment, ships that had not received the news were still setting foot in this star system. They had just emerged from their faster-than-light state and were showing their docking permits, wanting to line up as usual. But what awaited them was a starport that was gradually collapsing.

Lin Ziming was like a walking cosmic catastrophe; even without malice, his brief presence here was enough to bring destruction.

Lin Ziming had no intention of saving the world from the disaster he had brought about. Unlike saving human civilization, he did not have a good impression of the starport in front of him.

He could reshape a planet's strata, even grab a planet and change its orbit, and mold this crumbling starport back to its original form as easily as kneading a lump of clay, but he merely watched this starport march towards destruction.

Lin Ziming scanned the area with his psionic energy but found no one worth saving. All he saw were large numbers of slave traders, addictive chemical dealers, and armed pirates.

This is probably a hidden harbor sheltered in the shadows. No wonder this lonely starport is still anchored in planetary orbit, with such prosperous shipping routes and such strict defenses, even though there are no life-bearing planets or precious resources.

Amidst the destruction of Starport, the corpses that had been working on the production line became the last to remain active, floating in the air and performing repetitive movements, which looked rather comical.

These corpses reminded Lin Ziming of the deceased in human civilization, how death ultimately leads to drastically different outcomes.

Civilized races confined to the surface of the earth have a proper end to their deaths, being guided to the side of dragons. But those who traverse countless star systems in the interstellar space, considered by the natives as employees descended from heaven, must continue working even after their lives have burned out, without end.

The doctrines widely propagated by the Death Faction are actually not wrong. The souls of all the dead life on the home planet are with Lin Ziming, including countless generations of humans who have lived and died silently.

From the first single-celled life in the ancient times to the countless beings who never witnessed civilization enter the interstellar age, the ocean of their souls is vast and profound, no less than the countless stars in the sky.

Those who suffered calamities and hardships in their lives truly enjoy peace in the Lord's presence after death. They walk with the Lord and pray for Him. The "death of zero" will burn even more fervently under the faith of all people.

As long as Lin Zimo does not meet his end, these souls who wander with him will not perish. This is the planet from which he originated, a contract between the creator and the creation, a promise to bear death.

However, most of the souls that drifted toward Lin Ziming in this starport were burned by him, turning them directly into fuel for the fire of death.

After the starport was completely destroyed, Lin Ziming used his psionic energy to destroy the ships that were trying to escape, and those hiding on the other side of the planet were not spared either.

The creatures protected by technological devices in the luxurious residences on the upper floors of Starport might have just been celebrating their escape when, in the next instant, black and red flames erupted, burying them all along with the trading port they had built.

Inside the dismantled building, Lin Ziming saw a large number of organ canisters and cryopreserved complete corpses of various races, as if a biological museum was showing him, its only audience, the specimens collected over the years.

It seems that the slave trade in interstellar civilizations has now reached a point where living beings are no longer necessary. Customers can assemble and reassemble the parts and organs required for the game according to their own preferences, just like human children build blocks and assemble models.

The creatures in this starry sea are so diverse, seemingly inexhaustible. Perhaps only sufficiently forbidden slaves are worth trading alive. At least Lin Ziming did not find any innocent individuals in this starport.

He came with good intentions to make friends with interstellar civilizations, but what he found was a trading port rife with shady dealings, which made him pessimistic about the state of interstellar society today.

Lin Ziming could not find anyone to communicate with. All life in the starport had been destroyed, and there was no longer a suitable psychic like Terence who could bear his will without dying on the spot.

He originally just wanted the latest version of the star map, but now it seems he needs to look elsewhere. He hopes the next interstellar civilization will be more friendly so as not to disappoint Lin Ziming again.

As for whether the network of interests behind the destruction of this starport would seek revenge against him, Lin Ziming didn't care; the flames of death needed more fuel.

Just as he was about to re-enter the subspace travel state, a sudden spatial fluctuation at the edge of the Heng galaxy made him stop flapping his wings. Lin Zimo stared at the fleet that had broken away from the faster-than-light state.

This new fleet appeared to be technologically more advanced than the starport, but upon entering the Heng system, Lin Ziming was able to intercept psionic communication from them without any difficulty in understanding it.

"Dear 'Tianlong', we are the diplomatic fleet, representing the Boros Global Foundation, to extend our sincerest greetings to you."