Cataclysm: Undead Dragons and Zero Empire

The war to annihilate the undead dragons in this sea of ​​stars has long since become an endless farce, a business of open and covert struggles.

Lin Ziming floated on the edge of the desolate Hengxing star system, with black and red flames flickering on the black dragon bone like breathing.

He had just razed the pirate alliance's stronghold in this star system, turning all the evil and greed within into cosmic dust, when the allied fleets arrived as always, just like a play rehearsing on time.

Countless beams of light from engines exploded on the cosmic screen, and once again, countless warships filled the entire galaxy's field of vision. Lin Ziming had lost count of how many times he had encountered such a scene.

Since he annihilated the entire combined fleet with the death of a single star in the Trisolaran system, the civilizations in this galaxy have not stopped their pursuit of him. Instead, as if provoked, they have been surging toward him wave after wave.

However, as the encirclement and suppression operations failed time and time again, Lin Ziming discovered that the composition of this joint fleet was changing, and the low-level civilization warships that were squeezed in the front row to serve as cannon fodder were gone.

Their armor was fragile and their weapons outdated; it was tantamount to testing the power of the undead dragon with their own flesh and blood, and using the industrial accumulation of their entire civilization to deplete even a trace of its spiritual energy.

The front row of the formation consists of fleets belonging to several hegemonic civilizations' vassal states, with diverse paint schemes, originating from different star sectors, and possessing different cultures. However, the main force, capable of launching attacks even from the rear of the formation, has always been the hegemonic civilization like the Boros Universal Foundation.

After battle after battle, Lin Ziming could clearly sense that the inferior civilizations that had been dragged into this war had already been drained of their last drop of blood in this siege with no visible results.

After a siege, the price a low-level civilization has to pay is the industrial accumulation of their entire civilization and the wealth they have painstakingly built up. However, these ships are as fragile as paper lanterns in the face of Lin Ziming's psionic energy. They are destroyed in an instant, leaving not even a trace of wreckage.

Every time you fight, your family's wealth is wiped out.

The promises of the Humboldt Consortium have remained on paper. They couldn't even injure Lin Ziming, let alone obtain the reward. All these inferior civilizations could get were war losses and ever-increasing death tolls.

More and more inferior civilizations withdrew from the war. For them, being blockaded and sanctioned by trade was better than their entire civilization being completely wiped out in this meaningless war.

Once there's a first, there's a second and a third. The rest of the ones who are still stubbornly holding on are just symbolically sending out one or two warships to make up the numbers in the fleet formation and to cheer for the dominant civilization.

Now, all that remains in this siege are a few dominant civilizations in this river system, and their vassal states that are firmly tied to their war chariots.

However, these dominant civilizations tacitly restrained each other, trying to get other civilizations' fleets to the front, hoping to weaken their opponents in the war so they could reap the benefits.

Lin Ziming destroyed so many fleets, yet they never increased their efforts; no overlord is willing to bring out the most treasured weapons of their own civilization.

He didn't believe that these civilizations, which had been entrenched in the galaxy for so long, didn't possess some ultimate weapon. They knew each other's temperaments too well. Once their trump cards were discovered by their allies, the next target wouldn't be the undead dragons, but himself.

In this dog-eat-dog world of stars, revealing your trump card means either crushing your opponent in one fell swoop and wiping them out, or handing your life over to your opponent.

Thus, what should have been a fight to the death turned into an absurd performance, as they all knew that conventional force could not harm the undead dragon.

The Foundation even used the war to sell weapons at high prices to other civilizations, refurbish and sell outdated ships, making a fortune from the war. Meanwhile, the rulers of the vassal states used the war as an excuse to levy more taxes, expand their military, and consolidate their rule.

The constant artillery fire and soaring casualties on the front lines were nothing more than topics of conversation at the dinner tables of the powerful and wealthy back home, and constantly fluctuating numbers on their ledgers.

Looking at the empty-headed combined fleet before him, Lin Ziming knew he had a way to resolve this farce once and for all.

If he so desired, he could instantly detonate the "Death of Zero" within his body, allowing the flames that symbolize the end of all things to burn through the veil between the real universe and the subspace, tearing open an unprecedentedly huge void in the center of this galaxy.

At that time, the warp storm will sweep across the entire galaxy in a short period of time, flooding every planet like a flood. All life forms that are not adapted to psionic energy will wither instantly in this disaster, or be distorted into inexplicable spirits in the warp.

He can also actively spread the flames of "Death of Zero," which will burn ever brighter as long as there is enough fuel, spreading from one planet to another, from one galaxy to another, until the entire galaxy is reduced to a desolate void, and all things are utterly destroyed in the flames.

However, Lin Ziming could not do that. Not only were there countless lives in this galaxy, but there was also the human civilization that had just entered the interstellar age. They were like a seedling that had just broken through the soil and could not withstand the storms.

Once the warp storm sweeps across the entire galaxy, human civilization will have absolutely no ability to resist, and the spark of civilization that he ignited for humanity will ultimately be extinguished by his own hand.

A thick gamma laser beam ripped through the starry sky, followed by a barrage of cannon fire like a torrential downpour. This tacitly agreed-upon performance was ultimately just a formality.

In a single encounter, the fleet was destroyed by the overwhelming psionic energy. Countless souls became sacrifices to the dominant civilization, a meaningless and hasty annihilation.

Having witnessed the bluster and cowardice of these civilizations, Lin Ziming was preparing to change course and continue to the next star system when an extreme gravitational distortion suddenly appeared in the galaxy.

The gravitational pull was so sudden, as if it had been born out of nothingness. Space was violently distorted at that moment, and light was mercilessly swallowed up.

A pitch-black horizon was expanding at an astonishing speed at the center of the galaxy.

It was a black hole, as if it were sentient.

It wasn't a natural black hole formed by the collapse of a star after it died; it just appeared without warning, its terrifying gravitational field like an invisible giant hand gripping all matter in the galaxy.

The shipwrecks floating in the starry sky, the asteroids orbiting in fixed orbits, the planets covered with barren landscapes, and even a few dwarf planets at the edge of the galaxy were all instantly pulled into the event horizon of the black hole, and not a single ray of light escaped.

It seems that after an endless, long farce, the mastermind has finally decided to serve up a new dish, to let Lin Ziming, this uninvited guest, experience their hospitality.