I Regressed With a 10,000x God-Tier Multiplier-Chapter 65: The Multiplication of Army!

The first Arcane Sentinel Titan stood perfectly still in the center of the courtyard.

It stood twenty meters tall, made of unbreakable Star-Metal and powerful dragon bone. The massive machine towered over the Citadel’s black stone walls.

Glowing blue runes ran through its limbs like veins, humming with restrained power.

It carried no shield, only a massive broadsword long and heavy enough to split a castle in two.

Lucifer walked slowly down the stone steps from the central keep.

He approached Dwarf King Thrain, who was leaning heavily on his glowing orange forge hammer.

"It is flawless," Lucifer stated smoothly, "The Star-Metal fusion is perfect. There are no magical stress fractures in the bone plating."

Thrain wiped soot from his forehead with his rough arm. He grinned, a wild, intense fire burning in his eyes.

"I told you, Warlord," Thrain boasted, his voice a deep, resonant rumble. "You give a true Dwarf King the right metal, a hot enough forge, and a limitless power core, and I will build you an army that can march through the Abyss itself.

The Heart of the Winter Storm cooled the metal instantly. It locked the magical circuits tight."

"How long did it take to assemble this single unit?" Lucifer asked.

Thrain’s grin faltered slightly. He rubbed his red, singed beard. "The robotic arms of the Aether-Forge are incredibly fast, but the Star-Metal is stubborn.

It resists shaping. Forging the massive broadsword and fusing the bone plating takes precision. One Titan every twelve hours."

"Twelve hours," Lucifer repeated.

He did not look pleased.

Lucifer opened his system interface.

[Resource Check: Temporal Dust (Epic Material)]

[Quantity: 10,000 Vials]

[Source: Multiplied loot from the Deep Gnome Chronomancers.]

"At that rate, a thousand Titans will take over a year to complete," Lucifer observed coldly. He closed the interface.

"I do not have a year."

Thrain frowned, gripping his hammer tighter. "I can’t break the laws of physics, Warlord! The metal has to cool.

The runes have to set. If I speed up the assembly lines, the Star-Metal will crack under its own weight, and the Dragoons’ aether cannons will jam."

"I am not asking you to break the laws of physics, King Thrain," Lucifer said softly. His void eyes met the dwarf’s fiery glare. "I am going to break them for you."

Lucifer opened his Dimensional Vault.

The dark, spatial rift tore open in the air beside him. He reached in and pulled out a single, glowing vial of fine, silver sand.

The dust inside the glass pulsed with a strange, erratic rhythm, as if it were vibrating out of sync with the rest of the world.

[Item: Temporal Dust]

[Tier: Epic Material]

[Effect: Accelerates the flow of time by 1,000% for a duration of one hour. Highly unstable.]

Thrain stared at the glowing vial. His jaw dropped. "Time magic? You have pure chronomantic dust? That is mythic-tier sorcery. The Church executes anyone caught hoarding it."

"The Church doesn’t make the rules anymore," Lucifer stated.

He didn’t hand the vial to the dwarf.

"System," Lucifer commanded, his voice a low, dangerous hum. "Target the Aether-Forge’s subterranean cavern."

[Target Locked: Aether-Forge (Underground Facility).]

"Apply the Apex Multiplier to the Temporal Dust," Lucifer ordered. "I want the acceleration field maximized, and I want the duration permanently fixed to the boundaries of the forge."

[Divine Talent: Apex Multiplier Activated!]

[Applying 10,000x multiplier to Temporal Acceleration and Area of Effect...]

[Warning: Massive Mana Drain Initiated. Archmage capacity required.]

Lucifer’s chest flared with a blinding, violet light.

He channeled his raw, Level 50 Warlord mana directly into the small glass vial.

He didn’t just speed up time. He used his Void Arcanist core to isolate the entire cavern beneath the Citadel from the normal temporal flow of the universe.

He crushed the vial in his iron gauntlet.

The silver dust didn’t fall. It burst outward in a bright flash of light and shot straight through the black stone of the courtyard, sinking deep into the ground below.

The low, rhythmic hum of the Aether-Forge, barely audible from the surface, suddenly skyrocketed in pitch and intensity.

It turned into a loud, continuous, high-frequency scream of heavy machinery, grinding metal, and roaring blast furnaces.

Thrain staggered backward, clapping his hands over his ears. "By the ancestors! The automated arms... they are moving so fast! The Star-Metal is melting and fusing in seconds!"

"The flow of time inside the forge is now accelerated ten thousand times," Lucifer explained smoothly. He lowered his hand. The violet light in his chest faded.

"One hour up here is over a year of continuous production down there. The machines do not need sleep. They do not get tired."

He looked at the dwarf. "Your assembly lines are running at impossible speeds. The Titans are being built."

Before Thrain could even process the magnitude of the spell, the ground shook violently.

The heavy iron doors of the lower keep exploded open again.

A second Arcane Sentinel Titan marched out into the sunlight.

Then a third. A fourth. A fifth.

The towering, twenty-meter machines poured out of the subterranean tunnel in a relentless, terrifying rhythm. They were perfectly forged.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Ten. Fifty. One hundred.

The assembly line was spitting out a fully armed, indestructible siege engine every thirty seconds in real-time.

"It is a miracle," Thrain breathed, tears mixing with the soot on his cheeks. He dropped his hammer. The dwarf king fell to his knees, watching the endless stream of Titans march out of his forge.

"An army built in a day. You have defied the gods, Warlord."

"I am just maximizing efficiency," Lucifer corrected him.

He turned away from the marching Titans. He looked at the five thousand Aether-Steel Dragoons hovering silently on the perimeter, their blue visors tracking the massive new arrivals.

Lucifer tapped his comms rune.

"Isolde," Lucifer commanded.

The Winter Sovereign jumped down from the roof of the keep, landing lightly in her shining ice-crystal gown. She lowered her head, her crystal horns catching the sunlight. "My Lord."

"The Dragoons and the Titans are built. But I need numbers," Lucifer said. His eyes locked onto the Dragon Queen. "The Royal Army has millions of conscripts. Even a thousand Titans cannot cover an entire continent. I need the Crown-Tier Legion multiplied."

Isolde frowned slightly. "My brood is five thousand strong, Warlord. They are fully mature sub-adults. They are lethal. But they are biological entities. I cannot simply forge more dragons from metal and bone."

"I know," Lucifer said. He opened his Dimensional Vault.

He reached into the dark spatial rift and pulled out a single, glowing crystal orb. It pulsed with a soft, warm, golden light. It was a high-tier cloning artifact, looted from a corrupted merchant caravan weeks ago.

Normally, it was used to duplicate rare healing herbs or low-level magical familiars.

"Bring me one of your Wyrms," Lucifer ordered.

Isolde hissed a sharp, draconic command.

A massive, white-scaled Glacial Wyrm immediately dropped from the battlements, landing heavily on the stone pavement next to Lucifer.

It lowered its horned head submissively, recognizing the Warlord’s absolute authority.

"System," Lucifer commanded, holding the golden cloning orb directly over the Wyrm’s massive, diamond-hard skull. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

[Target Acquired: Glacial Wyrm (Sub-Adult - Elite)]

[Catalyst Detected: Cloning Orb (High-Tier)]

"Apply the Apex Multiplier to the cloning process," Lucifer ordered. "I want maximum viable replication. Anchor the new units to the Matriarch’s command sigil."

[Divine Talent: Apex Multiplier Activated!]

[Applying 10,000x multiplier to Biological

Replication...]

[Warning: Massive Mana Drain Initiated. Archmage capacity required.]

Lucifer’s chest flared violently again.

He crushed the golden orb in his gauntlet. The blinding light did not fade; it exploded outward, engulfing the single Glacial Wyrm in a sphere of pure, replicating energy.

The air warped. The biological density of the courtyard skyrocketed.

FLASH.

The light vanished.

Where one Glacial Wyrm had stood, ten identical, fully mature sub-adult dragons now crowded the cracked pavement.

FLASH. FLASH. FLASH.

The replication process chained continuously. Dozens, then hundreds of massive white dragons popped into existence across the courtyard, filling every available inch of space.

The deafening sound of leathery wings and clicking, razor-sharp teeth overwhelmed the thudding footsteps of the marching Titans.

The newly cloned Wyrms looked exactly like the original, pulsing with the same raw, cryogenic mana and covered in the same diamond-hard scales.

They swarmed over the battlements, covered the roofs of the barracks, and filled the sky above the Citadel in a massive, swirling white cloud.

[System: Mass Replication Complete.]

[Unit: Glacial Wyrms (Sub-Adult - Elite)]

[Total Count: 50,000]

Isolde gasped. She staggered backward, staring up at the sky.

Her brood had not just multiplied; it had become an apocalyptic armada. Fifty thousand dragons. It was a force large enough to blot out the sun over an entire kingdom.

"You created a legion out of thin air," Isolde whispered in awe. She fell to her knees again, her absolute devotion to Lucifer solidifying into terrifying religious zealotry. "You are not a Warlord. You are a creator."

"I am a commander who hates waiting," Lucifer replied smoothly.

He turned his back on the kneeling Dragon Queen.

The courtyard was completely filled. One thousand huge Arcane Sentinel Titans stood in perfect, still lines, their massive broadswords resting on their shoulders.

Five thousand Aether-Steel Dragoons hovered silently on the perimeter. Fifty thousand Glacial Wyrms circled the sky. Eight thousand Star-Kissed Elven snipers manned the walls with heavy ice-rifles.

It was an army that defied logic. An army that could erase a continent in a week.

Elara walked up beside Lucifer. The Fallen Valkyrie looked at the massive war machine he had built in a single day. Her golden eyes burned with fierce, predatory pride.

"The King’s scouts will see the Wyrms from fifty miles away," Elara noted. "They will not send diplomats. They will send the entire Royal Vanguard."

"Good," Lucifer said softly. A cold, absolute smirk touched his lips.

He looked toward the central keep. High above them, on the golden observation deck of the Spire of Celestial Convergence, Sarah stood bathed in starlight. The Oracle was ready.

"We are not hiding anymore, Valkyrie," Lucifer declared. He rested his hand on his ruby-red longsword. "We have the army. We have the artillery. And tomorrow, we take the sky."