I Regressed With a 10,000x God-Tier Multiplier-Chapter 57: The Crown-Tier Legion

The Void-Core Reactor thrummed at the back of the massive hatchery.

It was a perfect sphere of dark metal, roughly ten feet in diameter, glowing with an intense, internal blue and purple light.

The ancient Precursor machinery surrounding it had fused with the glacier over thousands of years, anchoring the reactor deep into the bedrock.

Lucifer walked through the sea of chirping, white-scaled baby Glacial Wyrms.

The tiny dragons parted around his heavy boots, their icy blue eyes watching him with instinctual awe.

He stepped up to the raised dais.

[System: Artifact Discovered.]

[Item: Void-Core Reactor (Precursor Technology)]

[Tier: Mythic Engine]

[Status: Dormant. Power output: 0.01%]

Lucifer placed his iron gauntlet flat against the cold metal of the reactor housing. He felt the immense, limitless potential locked inside.

It wasn’t just a battery; it was a spatial singularity designed to manipulate gravity on a continental scale.

"This is the heart of Zephyria," Lucifer stated smoothly. He looked over his shoulder.

Elara and Sarah stood a few paces back, keeping a cautious distance from the humming artifact.

Isolde, the Winter Sovereign, stood right beside Lucifer. Her white, reptilian eyes were fixed on the Warlord.

She no longer wore the arrogant scowl of a captive queen. She looked at him with devoted focus.

"It powers the floating city," Sarah confirmed, her eyes analyzing the reactor’s dense mana network. "But it is incredibly heavy.

The structural density is absurd. We cannot simply carry it out of the glacier."

"We are not going to carry it," Lucifer replied.

He opened his Dimensional Vault.

The dark, spatial rift tore open in the freezing air, expanding until it was wide enough to swallow a carriage.

"Gravity Crush," Lucifer whispered.

He channeled his Void Arcanist magic directly into the bedrock beneath the reactor. The intense gravity did not crush the artifact; it shattered the thousands of years of accumulated ice and stone anchoring the machine to the floor.

With a loud, grinding crack, the massive Void-Core Reactor broke free.

Lucifer shifted the gravity well, lifting the ten-foot metal sphere effortlessly into the air. He guided the humming reactor straight into his Dimensional Vault.

The spatial rift snapped shut, plunging the back of the cavern into shadows.

[System: Important Quest Item Secured.]

[Inventory Status: Void-Core Reactor Acquired.]

"The engine is ours," Lucifer announced. He turned away from the empty dais.

He looked out over the massive hatchery. Five thousand baby Glacial Wyrms were scrambling over the broken ice, their white scales flashing in the dim light.

They were small now, but the raw vitality Lucifer had pumped into them was already causing rapid physical growth.

Their muscles were thickening. Their tiny, jagged teeth were lengthening.

Lucifer needed them combat-ready. He needed a fleet capable of enforcing total aerial dominance over the human kingdoms.

"Isolde," Lucifer commanded.

The Royal Dragon stepped forward instantly. She bowed her head. "My Lord."

"They are growing fast," Lucifer observed, gesturing to the swarming brood. "But I need them lethal. I need an air force that can shatter castle walls and freeze entire battalions."

"They are Royal Dragons, Warlord," Isolde said proudly. "They do not need decades to mature. With the massive influx of your multiplied life-force, their metabolic rates are accelerated a thousandfold.

They only need to feed."

She looked down at the tiny white dragons at her feet.

"If they gorge on raw meat and dense magical cores, they will reach sub-adult combat maturity in three days," Isolde explained. "Their wings will fully form. Their breath attacks will harden steel."

Lucifer nodded. He had the resources to feed them. The Scourgelands had provided millions of gold coins and mountains of raw mana crystals, but more importantly, it had provided the physical remains of an entire undead army.

He pulled out the silver communication mirror from his belt.

He channeled his mana, opening a direct link to Lady Celeste, who was currently holding the Scourgelands perimeter.

The mirror rippled, displaying the scarred face of the High Ranger. She was standing in the dark, the black ash of the dead zone around her dented armor.

"My Lord," Celeste reported instantly, snapping a crisp salute. "The perimeter is secure. The capital’s scouts have not yet breached the border."

"I have a logistical order, Commander," Lucifer said smoothly. "The thousands of Undead Knights and skeletal beasts my Dragoons vaporized on the ridge. Did the mercenaries loot the meat and the bone marrow?"

"No, Lord Lucifer," Celeste replied, frowning slightly. "The Awakened only took the gold, the weapons, and the refined mana cores.

The rotting meat and the shattered bone were left in piles across the valley. It is useless garbage to human merchants."

"It is not garbage," Lucifer stated. "It is high-density protein and raw necrotic calcium. I want every single ounce of it gathered, loaded into heavy transport wagons, and shipped immediately to the mouth of the Cryo-Sanctum."

Celeste blinked. She did not question the bizarre order.

"Understood," Celeste said firmly. "I will commandeer the Rose Company’s heavy lifters. The first shipment of rotting meat will arrive at the glacier in six hours."

Lucifer cut the connection. He hooked the mirror back onto his belt.

He turned back to Isolde. The Dragon Queen was smiling.

"Necrotic meat from elite knights," Isolde hissed, her reptilian white eyes flashing. "It is foul, but it is incredibly dense with ambient magic.

It will accelerate their growth perfectly. They will feast, Warlord."

"And when they are done feeding, you will command them," Lucifer declared.

He walked down the steps of the dais, stepping directly into the swarming sea of white scales. He stopped in the center of the hatchery. The five thousand baby Wyrms looked up at him, sensing the immense, dark power radiating from his Void Arcanist core.

Lucifer raised his voice, amplifying it with magic so it echoed off the vaulted ice ceiling.

"System," Lucifer ordered. "Initiate Faction Integration."

[System: Faction Expansion Triggered.]

[Designating New Sub-Faction Commander...]

[Target: Isolde, The Winter Sovereign.]

A brilliant, deep blue sigil materialized in the air above Lucifer’s head. It was the crest of a massive, roaring dragon wreathed in frostfire.

The sigil floated down and struck Isolde directly in the chest. It branded her dark ice-crystal gown, locking her permanently into the Warlord’s military hierarchy.

[Sub-Faction Established: The Crown-Tier Legion.]

[Unit Type: Aerial Cavalry / Heavy Bombardment.]

[Commander: Matriarch Isolde.]

[Troop Count: 5,000 Glacial Wyrms.]

Isolde gasped as the system’s authority settled over her soul. She was no longer just a subjugated monster. She was an official general in Lucifer’s army. She had legal, system-backed command over her entire brood.

"You are the master of the sky, Isolde," Lucifer said coldly. He looked at the Dragon Queen. "When the floating city rises, you will defend its airspace. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

If any human king, any rogue mage, or any Abyssal demon tries to breach my walls, you will freeze them solid and shatter them into dust."

Isolde dropped to one knee in the freezing slush. She bowed her head, her crystalline horns nearly touching the ice.

"They will not breach your walls, my Lord," Isolde vowed, her voice trembling with dark, predatory excitement. "I will turn the clouds into a graveyard for your enemies. The Crown-Tier Legion serves Obsidian."

Lucifer turned away from the kneeling queen.

He had secured the engine. He had secured the air force.

He walked back toward Elara and Sarah, who were waiting near the shattered sapphire doors. The Fallen Valkyrie looked at the massive swarm of baby dragons, calculating their future tactical value.

The Oracle leaned on her scepter, her cosmic eyes tracking the heavy, shifting mana currents in the cavern.

"The hatchery is secure," Lucifer announced. He did not smile. He was completely focused on the next objective.

"But this glacier is still infested. The outer ruins of the city are crawling with Glacial Hollows, and the Ice Golem King still controls the central plaza.

If we try to march out of here with five thousand slow-moving, vulnerable baby dragons, we will be swarmed."

Elara readied her silver spear. "The Dragoons and the Arch-Seraphs can clear the streets."

"No," Lucifer said. He stopped walking and looked back at Isolde.

The Winter Sovereign stood up. She looked at her Warlord, waiting for her first command.

"They need to feed, and they need to learn how to kill," Lucifer stated smoothly. He pointed toward the shattered sapphire doors leading back out into the frozen, ruined city.

"We are not going to escort them out," Lucifer commanded. His eyes locked onto Isolde’s white slits.

"We are going to let them hunt. Unleash the swarm, Matriarch. Clear the dungeon."