I Regressed With a 10,000x God-Tier Multiplier-Chapter 73: The Crusade Assemble

The main gates of the Sanctum of Solaris were shattered.

The heavy iron gate lay twisted on the cobblestones, forced open by waves of fleeing citizens.

The dull gray twilight of the Eclipse Convergence stretched over the plains beyond the city walls.

Lucifer marched through the ruined gates.

He did not ride. He walked at the center of the two hundred Solaris Templars. Lyra, the Dawn Saintess, marched at the front of the wedge, her silver broadsword burning with blinding white holy fire. Elara covered the rear, her Twilight wings shifting in the gloom.

The Warlord emerged onto the staging ground.

It was a chaotic ocean of humanity.

The sprawling plains outside the capital were packed. Millions of refugees huddled in terrified masses. But mixed among them was the true prize.

Thirteen million armed personnel had gathered.

It was the entirety of the kingdom’s mobilized strength. The remnants of the Royal Army, the surviving Church paladins, the peasant militias, and thousands of independent mercenary companies.

They had fled the burning capital and the massive Void rifts tearing open in the sky above the city. They were waiting for orders. They were waiting for the King.

The King was not there.

Lucifer stepped past the shattered gates.

He didn’t yell. He didn’t wave his sword. He simply tapped the heavy platinum medallion of the Grand Marshal resting on his dark leather tunic.

[System: Conscription Right Activated.]

[Broadcasting Command Sigil...]

[Targeting: 13,000,000+ allied/neutral military units.]

A deafening, magical hum resonated across the plains.

Every single soldier, mercenary, and militiaman felt the massive, undeniable weight of Lucifer’s Level 50 core slam into their minds.

The chaotic shouting of a million panicked voices died instantly.

Thirteen million heads turned. They looked at the shattered gates of the capital.

They saw the Warlord in dark armor. They saw the terrifying, void-swirling eyes. They saw the Platinum Medallion of the Grand Marshal.

But more importantly, they saw the Dawn Saintess.

Lyra stood beside Lucifer, her silver armor gleaming. She was no longer a passive, caged idol. She radiated aggressive, militant holy power.

The presence of the Saintess standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the dark Warlord shattered the soldiers’ preconceptions.

To them, it looked like a holy union. The Light had chosen its champion.

The scarred Templar Captain, leading the wedge, slammed his broadsword against his glowing tower shield.

"The Grand Marshal commands!" the Captain roared.

The sound was infectious. The surviving Royal Guards, recognizing the absolute authority of the medallion, began banging their halberds against their shields.

The mercenaries, many of whom had already signed Lucifer’s Awakened Contract in the market square, joined in.

A rhythmic, deafening thunder of steel hitting steel echoed across the plains. Thirteen million soldiers were waiting for a single command.

Lucifer raised his iron gauntlet. The noise stopped instantly.

He opened his Dimensional Vault.

He didn’t pull out a weapon. He pulled out the silver communication mirror.

He channeled his Void Arcanist mana, connecting directly to the Citadel of Obsidian, hundreds of miles to the north.

"Commander Celeste," Lucifer ordered smoothly.

"Warlord," the High Ranger’s voice crackled back through the mirror.

"The capital has fallen," Lucifer stated coldly. "I have assumed the title of Grand Marshal. I have thirteen million conscripts holding the staging ground outside the city. I need a logistical commander to manage the mortal forces."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the connection.

"Thirteen million, my Lord?" Celeste asked. Her voice hitched slightly. She was a brilliant scout and an elite assassin, but managing an army the size of a small country was a terrifying prospect.

"Yes," Lucifer confirmed. He looked out over the endless sea of armored bodies. "The Arch-Seraphs and the Dragoons are autonomous. The Wyrms obey Isolde. But these humans need structure, supply lines, and discipline. I do not have the time to micromanage them. I am fighting the planar threat."

He lowered his hand, holding the mirror so she could hear him clearly.

"I am appointing you Vice-Commander of the Mortal Crusade," Lucifer declared. "You will oversee the Royal Army remnants, the Church paladins, and the mercenary companies."

Celeste took a deep breath. Lucifer could hear the rustle of her leather armor through the mirror. She didn’t offer excuses. She had sworn a Blood Oath.

"I accept the command, Grand Marshal," Celeste said, her voice hardening with sudden resolve.

She realized Lucifer completely trusted her competence. "I will need the Phantom Rangers to act as my officer corps.

We will break the thirteen million into manageable battalions. I will establish a secure supply route from the Citadel using the Star-Metal transport wagons."

"Do it," Lucifer said. "Use the portal."

"The portal?" Celeste asked, confused.

Lucifer looked up at the ash-gray sky. The massive, stable purple rift he had locked open above his Citadel was miles away, but he had the means to move his new army quickly.

"The Eclipse Convergence has weakened the spatial boundaries," Lucifer explained. "I am going to tear a temporary rift from this staging ground directly to the Umbral beachhead. You will march the thirteen million through the portal. We are moving the entire army off the mortal plane."

"Understood," Celeste confirmed. "I am mobilizing the Phantom Rangers now. We will be waiting for the Vanguard at the Umbral beachhead."

Lucifer cut the connection.

He stored the mirror. He looked at Lyra and Elara.

"The mortals will follow Celeste," Lucifer said. He drew his ruby-red longsword. "We are going to open the door."

He walked to the center of the staging ground. The massive crowd of soldiers parted nervously, giving the Warlord a wide berth. Lucifer stopped in an open patch of trampled grass.

He didn’t use the Key of Shadows. He didn’t need to permanently stabilize this rift; he just needed a temporary tunnel.

"Void Singularity," Lucifer commanded.

He channeled a massive surge of his Archmage-level mana into the space directly in front of him. A microscopic black hole appeared.

He didn’t use the gravity to crush an enemy. He used the immense density to physically tear the weakened fabric of reality apart.

The air screamed as a massive, jagged tear ripped open in the center of the staging ground, glowing with violent purple light. It was unstable, a direct, crude rift into the Umbral Plane.

"Move them through!" Lucifer roared, his voice amplified by Void magic. "Do not break rank!"

The Templar Captain didn’t hesitate. He raised his broadsword and led his two hundred elite heavy infantry directly into the swirling purple portal.

The thirteen million conscripts followed.

It was a staggering logistical feat. The massive army poured into the spatial tear, abandoning the burning capital behind them.

They marched from the ash-gray twilight of the Eclipse Convergence directly into the dense, suffocating darkness of the Umbral Plane.

Lucifer stood by the rift, his Warlord aura acting as a stabilizing anchor for the unstable magic.

He watched the endless columns of Royal Guards, mercenaries, and frightened militiamen march past him.

He had stripped the kingdom of its entire defensive capability. If the Void Beasts didn’t destroy the capital, the lack of an army would.

But Lucifer didn’t care about the capital. He cared about the Crusade.

"The Vanguard is through," Elara reported, stepping up beside him. Her Twilight wings shifted, blending perfectly with the dark purple light of the portal. "The mortal column will take hours to fully cross."

"Let them march," Lucifer said smoothly.

He looked back at the Sanctum of Solaris one last time. The golden dome of the Grand Cathedral was collapsing inward, consumed by sickly green Abyssal fire.

He turned away from the ruin.

"We are done here," Lucifer stated.

He stepped through the jagged purple rift, leaving the mortal plane behind. The Grand Marshal entered the dark, ready to conquer a new dimension.