Lynn had just returned to the academy. He walked through the corridor, entered the laboratory, and only relaxed after closing the door.
This was the headquarters of Bone Spire. If the "Eggs of Chaos" could break in here, they would not be in such a miserable state.
Lynn sat in his chair, closed his eyes, and sank his mind into the Stigmata Domain, preparing to inspect the newly acquired territory.
A gray-white sky unfolded within his consciousness. He saw continents, oceans, mountains, and rivers.
And what he saw gave him quite a shock—both sides had actually started fighting.
Lynn saw that narrow strip of land, the corpses still uncleared before the Northern Territory positions, and the airships and aircraft preparing to take off.
His brow furrowed slightly.
The two worlds had only just fused. How long had it been, and war had already broken out at his doorstep?
It seemed the natives of the Source Realm were quite warlike!
The goblins and orcs had fought a battle. The goblins had won the first round, killing a hundred thousand orcs and shattering their courage.
And now the goblins were about to bomb the orc camp. Judging by the densely packed tents, one bombardment would probably wipe out the entire orc vanguard.
The following army of billions of orcs had nowhere left to retreat. They were already fighting with their backs against the wall.
The orc commander would surely throw lives into the battlefield, only to be utterly crushed by technological weapons.
Once the orcs retreated in defeat, the goblin army might push back into their territory, then wage another war against the humans, dwarves, and elves.
War would follow war until one side fell completely.
But... this was his little world. Everything here belonged to him.
These people were his believers,