Cataclysm: Undead Dragons and Zero Empire

When the last remnant of the black hole warship was completely consumed by the black and red flames, and when the singularity that had collapsed over countless hours was completely dissolved in the torrent of psionic energy, Lin Ziming finally completed the absorption of this black hole.

Originating from the power of death itself, "Death of Zero" was given a high-quality fuel, and Lin Zimo's consciousness spread out like a tide along the channels of spiritual energy.

He came into contact with the veil between the real universe and the subspace, realizing that he was no longer in the original galaxy.

This place is separated from the planet where human civilization resides by a vast sea of ​​stars spanning several galaxies. Human civilization will not be affected in the slightest by his next action. This realization stirred up waves in Lin Ziming's will.

Even when faced with the combined attack of countless civilizations, he had never truly unleashed the power of "Death of Zero" because he was wary of the human civilization within the same galaxy.

However, now that things have come to this, all concerns have vanished.

Since these self-proclaimed dominant civilizations insist on viewing him as a threat that must be eliminated, he doesn't mind letting these arrogant civilizations truly see what the end is like.

Lin Ziming slowly vibrated his bone wings, and his massive dragon body began to move through the starry sky. He did not fly towards the garrison fleet that was constantly launching attacks, nor did he pay attention to the fortress that was being torn apart by his own power in the gravitational field of the neutron war star. Instead, he began a silent dance with himself as the origin.

His dragon body drew a perfect arc in the starry sky, and his jet-black dragon bones, like the most precise paintbrush, outlined a circular trajectory on the canvas of space.

He kept flapping his wings, circling, diving, and climbing, his flight trajectory always conforming to the surface of a perfect sphere without the slightest deviation.

As he danced, the black and red flames wrapped around the dragon bones began to spread along the flight path, like living ink in the hands of a painter. Countless flame trails intertwined and merged, eventually forming a perfect, enormous sphere in the starry sky, which ultimately condensed into a real black and red sun.

This sun is not simply an aggregate of energy, but a manifestation of "death at zero." Its interior has no radiance released by nuclear fusion, only pure and absolute end.

Lin Ziming's dragon body coiled inside the black and red sun, like a child dancing inside an eggshell. He continued to dance, always dancing, and waves of spiritual energy radiated outward from him, each time raising the power of the black and red sun to a new level.

The increasingly violent psionic shocks slammed down like heavy hammers on the curtain between the real universe and the warp.

This was an undeserved disaster. The veil, which had become fragile due to the "Death of Zero," was completely torn apart by this impact. Countless huge cracks, like hideous scars, appeared in every corner of the galaxy, and on the other side of the cracks was the chaotic and disordered world of the subspace.

A massive amount of chaotic energy surged out of the fissures like a flood bursting its banks, pouring into the real universe. The demons lurking deep in the warp, like sharks smelling blood, rushed out of the fissures along the energy torrent.

However, in the face of the flames of "Death at Zero," the so-called destruction and chaos of these demons are nothing but child's play. That pure will to end is more deadly to them than the most potent poison.

The demons that were rushing out of the rift one moment were now retreating like the receding tide, desperately trying to get back into the warp, but they were ultimately too late.

As Lin Ziming danced, the final will of "Death of Zero" spread like an invisible plague, and the fleeing demons began their irreversible decay halfway through their escape.

Even those demons that successfully burrowed back into the warp could not escape their fate of destruction. The flames of "Death of Zero" rushed into the warp through the rift, burning the area around the rift like wildfire. The demons lurking nearby, along with the chaotic environment they depended on for survival, were incinerated.

However, this annihilation was not limited to the demons of the warp; they had only themselves to blame. All matter within the entire galaxy began its journey to its end.

Those fortresses that were still firing at Lin Ziming were rapidly aging their outer armor, as if they had been eroded by time in an instant. The indestructible special alloy had become brittle and weathered like rocks that had been weathered for millions of years. A light touch would turn them into dust.

All the devices reached the end of their lifespan at the same time. Components melted, circuits exploded, and structures collapsed. The entire fortress disintegrated little by little during its fall, turning into a shower of dust before it even touched the black and red sun.

All the planets in the galaxy, whether gas giants or rocky terrestrials, met their end.

The relentless storms on the surface of the gas giant suddenly subsided, the massive planet shrank and collapsed, eventually becoming a lifeless rocky core. Meanwhile, the rocky planet's core cooled, its magnetic field disappeared, its crust cracked, and volcanoes erupted violently.

The nuclear fusion reaction inside the star stopped, the pressure that had been supporting its outward expansion suddenly disappeared, completely extinguishing all light and heat. Even the neutron war stars that were releasing electromagnetic pulses stopped, and the tightly connected neutrons began to dissipate, collapsing on their own.

The home star system of the Humboldt Consortium, the star field that gave birth to the dominant civilization of the star cluster, was completely transformed into a desolate graveyard during Lin Ziming's dance.

The garrison fleet, though farther away, completely collapsed after witnessing the scene that resembled divine punishment. They could no longer muster the will to resist and had only one thought left: escape, escape as far away as possible.

"Abandon all formations! Each unit leapfrog!"

The surviving warships activated their warp drives, scattering in different directions like a flock of frightened birds in a forest, trying to escape this death star system shrouded by the will to end.

Lin Ziming ignored the fleeing ants and continued dancing in the core of the black and red sun. His trajectory became faster and faster, and his psionic fluctuations became more and more intense. The spacetime of the entire galaxy swayed precariously in his dance, and the boundary between the real universe and the subspace became incredibly blurred, as if the entire galaxy was about to be pulled into nothingness by him.

Finally, as his dragon body traced the final path, completing that flawless circular dance, the entire black and red sun abruptly ceased all its pulse.

An absolute silence enveloped the entire sea of ​​stars.

The next moment, the immense power brewing in the distant starry sea finally arrived, and the energy, tempered to its extreme, poured down on this land of death, like a scorching hot iron ball sinking into an ice bucket. The all-consuming, all-pervading passage passed over the black and red sun.

This black-red sun, which embodies the entire will of "Death of Zero," emits a dazzling radiance from its corona, devoid of any warmth or mercy, as tepid and slightly cold as a winter day.

The sun shattered with a deafening roar, and for a moment all was silent.

A surging, light-speed-fast wave of fire, like a cascade falling into a pool or lake, burst forth from the shattered sun, unleashing a world-destroying power.

This wave swept across the sea of ​​stars, extinguishing stars, silencing planets, and collapsing nebulae wherever it passed, returning all matter and energy to the tranquility of the universe's beginning.

On the star map of the Humboldt Consortium's territory, the points of light representing colony star systems, resource planets, and military fortresses are going out one by one, like a white sheet of paper being stained with black and red. Each covered star system instantly loses its signal and disconnects from the central hub.

"The main spiral arm region has lost contact! All monitoring stations are unresponsive!"

"Third, Fifth, and Seventh Fleets... warp signals interrupted! Unable to locate!"

"The home planet... the home planet's warp beacon has disappeared!"

The alliance watched helplessly as its core territory, which it had cultivated for countless years, was easily flattened like a sandcastle on the beach by the tides of change.

Those fleets and home planets that they thought had escaped by faster-than-light jump still could not escape the tide of destruction. The flames of "Death of Zero" caught up with them in an instant, ending their hopes along with them.

The wave continued to spread until it swept across all the territories of the Humboldt Consortium within this river system.

Thanks to the Black Hole Battleship, Lin Ziming was able to precisely control "Death of Zero," so that there were no innocents under his flames.

In the starry sky, the shattered black-red sun and the invisible, magnificent thing had long since vanished, leaving only the dark, dragon-bone figure silently suspended in the deathly silence.

All around was utter nothingness, no starlight, no planetary orbits, only eternal darkness.

This universe has finally witnessed what a celestial dragon of the dead is, and what the death of returning to zero is.