Cataclysm: Undead Dragons and Zero Empire

However, despite the immense power of the pirate alliance, it was impossible for them to mobilize so many fleets from different civilizations.

The ships that were tasked with attacking Lin Ziming were of limited capabilities and lacked mature technology. They knew they were no match for him, yet they still dared to send their fleets to participate in this operation.

The only explanation is that a more advanced civilization is secretly manipulating things behind the scenes, and these people in front of him are just pawns who were coerced or lured into sending a fleet to attack him. As for the purpose of the advanced civilization, it is undoubtedly Lin Zimo.

He has become the target of everyone's hatred in this interstellar society.

Faced with this massive mixed fleet, regardless of any past grudges or conflicts, since they had taken the initiative to attack him, Lin Zimo was determined to unleash destruction upon them, drawing a clear line between life and death.

Under his psychic power, these fleets, each with its own unique shape and supernatural abilities, were like fragile pieces of paper being sliced ​​open by a blade, collapsing and annihilating silently.

The engines exploded, and the crew members who were operating them suddenly fell to the ground. The ships collided with each other like marbles being played with from a box, turning into wreckage that drifted in the cold and desolate space, waiting for future generations to explore this graveyard.

Some fleets that had just escaped faster-than-light travel saw this and, disregarding that their engines had not yet cooled down, immediately turned around and fled in a sorry state toward the neighboring star system.

Lin Ziming ignored the fleets that dared not face him. This destruction was not yet over; there was just one more desolate star system behind him. He spread his wings and headed to other strongholds under the Pirate Alliance.

However, this time the target seemed to be waiting for Lin Ziming. What appeared in his field of vision in the nebula was a massive pirate fleet, more numerous than any resistance he had encountered before.

This pirate fleet was not on high alert, nor did it attack the suddenly appearing black and red dragon shadow. Instead, it was arranged in an orderly manner throughout the star system, with its target a terrestrial planet.

This planet is a colony, with strong life signals, and must have a considerable population. The pirate fleet's current posture is as if it wants to destroy its own planet.

As usual, Lin Ziming used his psionic energy to probe this strange fleet. The first feedback he received indicated the presence of psionic energy, proving that the fleet was equipped with psionic technology.

All the warships launched their space torpedoes in unison, but instead of heading towards Lin Ziming, they aimed at the inhabited planet. When they were still quite a distance from the planet, the torpedoes suddenly exploded midway, as if they were defective.

There was no dazzling light, but a wave of psionic energy emanated from the center of the explosion. Lin Ziming sensed that the space there was being distorted and becoming extremely fragile, like a cracked glass window that would shatter at the slightest touch.

In psychic perception, this fluctuation was frantically impacting the veil between the warp and the real universe. It had chosen a weak point on the veil, making it even more turbulent under the impact, like a thin veil being torn apart.

"Why tear open the veil of subspace like this?" Lin Zimo was somewhat puzzled by this. Nowadays, the use of psionic energy by civilizations in interstellar space seems to be quite primitive. This behavior is no different from a ship that only has a nuclear fission engine trying to carry out interstellar travel. It is inefficient but courageous.

A massive aura of death suddenly emanated from the colony planet, and before Lin Zimo could unleash his destruction, it seemed as if the planet was about to hang itself.

Countless life signals are rapidly disappearing. In Lin Ziming's eyes, the planet's surface was once filled with camps that housed slaves, but the former hustle and bustle and violence were long gone.

Slaves were scattered across vast squares on the ground, their eyes devoid of any spirit, only numbness and despair, like manipulated puppets, facing their fate with a clear mind.

Psionic energy flowed, and these plazas were now equivalent to altars. The runes on them began to shine with an increasingly dazzling light. The souls of the slaves who died in the sacrifices, containing endless despair, gathered and churned in the sky, forming a huge cloud.

Lin Ziming understood what these pirates wanted to do: by sacrificing all life on this planet, they would use their souls to attract certain beings in the warp, and in conjunction with those psionic bombs, weaken the veil between the warp and the real universe, summoning their desired target.

Those sacrificed lives were merely offerings for their rituals, bargaining chips they used to gain victory. To defeat him, these pirates had resorted to any means necessary.

At least during Lin Ziming's lifetime, he had never heard of any special existence in the subspace. To him, the subspace was still the simple secondary space filled with underdeveloped cosmic matter, attached to the real universe, with its doors open to souls and consciousness, giving rise to the energy form of psionic energy.

Lin Ziming observed the signals coming from the subspace. The only thing he could think of was the unknown entity that had tried to surround him when he was traversing the subspace. That filthy aura had indeed appeared in the crack on the veil and was surging into the real universe.

A massive, pitch-black rift unfolded in space, emanating a dense aura of psionic energy. This aura was far greater than that of the physical entities Lin Zimo had encountered in the warp, and it was also far more repulsive to him.

Decay, decay, erosion—from the dark cracks, a blurry, soul-like entity slowly emerged. Lin Ziming seemed to see something crawling out of a poisonous quagmire.

It has no fixed form. Its form begins to change as it passes through the crack, constantly trying to condense into a specific image, but it can never form a clear and identifiable shape.

In the end, Lin Ziming only saw a huge, blurry black shadow slowly writhing at the edge of the rift, tearing the surrounding space into fine folds, as if even light was unwilling to leave any reflection on its surface.

The stench of decay and corruption grew thicker, and the dark figure seemed to be letting out a silent roar towards the universe. As this entity descended, the concentration of psionic energy on the planet began to rise rapidly.

Upon seeing the entity appear, the pirate fleet immediately started their engines and fled out of the star system like startled birds, without any joy of success.

Lin Ziming easily grasped the pirates' thoughts. They had encountered similar entities before, which they called "demons."

To them, this demon comes from the warp, possesses immense power, and is immortal. Even if they manage to kill it temporarily, the entity will soon emerge unscathed from the warp and continue to wreak havoc in the real universe.

The pirates believed this demon was invincible and the only hope to defeat the undead dragon. They summoned the demon, hoping to reap the benefits.

"chaos……"

A vague thought came from the demon, but its gaze slowly swept across everything in the starry sky and finally landed on Lin Ziming, who was suspended in the starry sky.

When it saw the black and red flames burning on Lin Ziming's body, the black and red flames that had destroyed countless fleets and starports, and the black dragon bones that seemed to be enveloped by a black and red sun, its violent aura was instantly replaced by fear.

If you get even a little closer, if you are touched by those black and red flames, everything about it will be instantly incinerated and reduced to nothingness, with no possibility of resurrection.

That deep-seated fear drove it back toward the newly torn rift in the warp, wanting to return to the warp immediately and never come out again, never have to face this terrifying being again.

It didn't even dare to look back at Lin Ziming. The pitch-black rift gaped open in the starry sky, and the demon's figure drew closer and closer, about to completely plunge into the darkness that belonged to it.