Two hundred years later, Minghe World.
When the moment he had sensed arrived, Rogge could not help but raise his head and look toward the starry sky beyond Minghe World.
The direction Rogge looked toward was merely some random patch of starry sky.
It was neither where the Endless Light Launch Device stood, nor the coordinate direction of the Wizard World's Mother Plane.
Yet that black, boundless starry sky always stirred endless flights of fancy.
Perhaps Rogge had thought of his mentor, Lilith? Who knew which distant Alien Star Region she was currently in, studying the truth of magic.
Or perhaps Rogge had thought of the disasters and calamities soon to erupt here?
Who knew.
Though he was an Undead Archmage, Rogge was not, deep down, a Dominator who was violent and bloodthirsty and loved to embrace death.
Minghe World's Plane Barrier had already been torn to pieces in the wars of recent years.
As a result, it was as though a huge chunk of the sky had gone missing, leaving it empty and desolate.
Vast amounts of Power of Death and stellar radiation particles easily pierced through those shattered barriers and reached the interior of Minghe World.
Coupled with the baptism of war, Minghe World had become a scene of utter ruin in recent years.
Wizard Civilization did not even need to exert outside force; Minghe World already bore the appearance of the end times.
This was a mortal dead end for Death Creatures. Thinking of this, Rogge could not help but sigh.
A clear blue crystal suddenly slipped from Rogge's gray magic sleeve, and he caught it in his hand.
And beneath Rogge's feet, at some unknown point, a massive magic array constructed from the corpses of tens of millions of Undead Creatures had silently completed its layout