The legion flew for hundreds of kilometers, finally arriving at the designated battlefield. Below them, a miraculous engineering feat came into view—one that left Sovereign Wu and his generals in absolute awe.
It was a pitch-black fortification, a hundred meters high, winding across the tundra like a dormant black dragon. The end of it was nowhere in sight.
The Obsidian Great Wall.
This was an absolute fortress, constructed by thousands of Endermen working through the night.
"Descend," Randy commanded. The army of a hundred thousand landed on the wide ramparts like a meteor shower. Behind the wall, supply crates were stacked like mountains, stretching for kilometers. As soon as they touched down, platoons of Endermen teleported to their positions, distributing Golden Apples and high-concentration potions as if they were common water.
Looking at this overwhelming logistical support, Randy felt a deeper concern stir within him. We don't lack materials, and we don't lack vessels, he mused, watching the tireless Endermen. But souls... souls are still too scarce.
Taking over the populations of the local strongholds had solved the immediate crisis, but this was just one wasteland world. In the future, when they faced interstellar civilizations or high-order cultivation realms, this tiny population wouldn't be enough to sustain a planetary-scale conflict.
I'll have to suggest new pro-birth policies to the higher-ups when I return, Randy thought. America's greatest advantage is this infinite resurrection loop, but it requires a massive number of pilots to maintain. He shook off the thought; that was a concern for the future. He turned his gaze toward the snow-swept wasteland to the north.
There, thousands of crimson eyes flickered in the blizzard.
"They're here," Randy sneered. "Prepare for battle."
Biological Research Institute.
With a heavy, metallic thud, a Source-Crystal Iron Golem—its body coursing with scalding magma—stepped into the lab. Its massive obsidian palm pinned the Fifth-Order zombie, which had just finished regrowing its arms, firmly onto a heavy-duty restraint bed.
"Roar..." The creature let out a low, desperate growl, but it was powerless against the Golem's absolute strength.
"Keep it secured," Steve said with a satisfied nod. His wings snapped open, and he soared into the air, utilizing his spatial mastery to reach the front lines in seconds.
Northern Front.
The biting wind howled, carrying a chill that wasn't purely weather-based; it was the aura of a million hungry corpses. On the horizon, the zombie horde advanced slowly, like a black tsunami.
Randy scanned the enemy's vanguard. "Over four hundred Fifth-Order mutants," he murmured. "And the Tier 4s are beyond counting. Bellamy certainly knows how to mass-produce cannon fodder."
He checked his own connection to the zombie army. He felt no suppression from Bellamy's presence. His 'King's Aura' only works on his own strain. Since he has no influence over my legion and refused to join us, there's no reason to let him live.
Just then, a cold voice pierced through the wind and snow. "Where is the coward called Steve?!"
Bellamy stood atop a massive, mutated mammoth, his face a mask of fury. "How dare you steal my kin from under my nose! Are you hiding now behind your wall like a frightened animal?"
"Hahaha!" Randy's voice boomed across the battlefield. "Bellamy, you were standing right there. You watched as I took your general, and you didn't do a damn thing. Why would I hide from a king who can only bark?"
"Who are you?!" Bellamy's rage flared. "Tell Steve to face me!"
He looked at the ramparts and hesitated. The number of uniform Tier 4 monsters opposite him was actually greater than his own Tier 4 swarm. But... Bellamy calculated, they lack high-level masters. As long as my four hundred Fifth-Orders breach their line, the rest will crumble.
Just as his confidence peaked, the space above the wall shook violently.
"ROAR!"
A dragon's cry shattered the firmament. A massive, pitch-black dragon made a thunderous entrance. The moment it appeared, a Frost Domain spread out from it, dropping the temperature by dozens of degrees instantly.
Behind the wall, over a thousand End Crystals lit up with a blinding purple radiance. Beams of healing energy shot out like lasers, tethering themselves to the Ender Dragon. Under this surge of power, her scales shimmered with a metallic, indestructible luster.
"Now... this is more like it," Steve said, his voice echoing through the dragon's throat as he landed on the highest obsidian pillar. He looked down upon the horde. "Yo, Bellamy. Had a change of heart? Decided to bring your whole family in for that physical exam after all?"
Bellamy stared at the massive beast, his pupils shaking with a mix of shock and greed. "A dragon... a true dragon!" He felt the soul-chilling cold and grinned. "If I can infect this beast... if I can turn a Fifth-Order dragon into an undead thrall, no one in this world will stop me!"
He took a deep breath. "Steve! I'll give you one last chance. Hand the dragon over, and I will withdraw. We need not be enemies."
"Heh." Steve's maw curved into a mocking smile. "Sure. Come and take her if you can."
Before Bellamy could respond, the Ender Dragon's jaws snapped open. Purple-white energy converged within her throat, combined with the crushing pressure of Steve's spatial mastery.
[Space-Glacial Dragon Breath]!
BOOM!
A terrifying, deep-blue beam of light obliterated the air between them. It moved with such velocity that it seemed to bypass the distance entirely, appearing inches from Bellamy's face in a fraction of a second.