Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Noon on the third day.

Lynn stood atop the clock tower in the center of the imperial city, looking down at the bustling city below.

The city remained calm and undisturbed.

The emperor did not deliberately inform the people to welcome the "miracle".

After all, this is a world where technology reigns supreme. If the empire suddenly announces the arrival of the "Supreme God," what will the people think?

Good grief, you all keep saying you believe in science, but you're secretly studying theology behind my back, aren't you?

If the supreme god has appeared, what is impossible?

When the gods descend, and you all display your incredible magical prowess, I'll be left only to applaud you from below.

Moreover, the old emperor was also unsure of the situation. What if he notified the masses, but nothing happened? Wouldn't that be a huge joke?

Lynn didn't care; it was better that she wasn't mentally prepared, as it would create an even greater shock later.

He raised his right hand, simultaneously activating the magic arrays of six cities.

Six beams of light shot into the sky.

The pillar of light in the imperial city is the thickest, with a diameter of over 100 meters, piercing straight into the sky.

The light pillars in the other five main cities are slightly thinner, but still eye-catching enough.

At the same moment, Lynn's true form slowly rose from the top of the clock tower.

He did not use any witchcraft; he simply floated in mid-air.

His body instantly appeared in the pillar of light, gradually merging with the pillar of light of the imperial city.

The magic array transmitted Lynn's image to the other five major cities.

The remaining five beams of light coalesced in mid-air above their respective cities, forming a gigantic phantom that was a hundred meters tall.

The phantom was dressed in a black robe, its face indistinct, only its eyes were clear.

Indifferent, profound, looking down upon all living beings...

In the imperial city, Lynn's figure, though not as large as the phantom in the main city, was even more eye-catching.

It was an extremely strong sense of presence, as if he were the supreme being in the world.

He could be clearly seen from every corner of the imperial city.

This scene terrified all the goblins.

Some people rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.

Someone pointed to the sky, opened their mouth wide but couldn't make a sound.

Some people's legs buckled and they knelt down on the ground.

The imperial city's defense system was activated immediately.

The Goblin Empire's most advanced technology was now all aimed at the black-robed figure in the sky.

The energy detector was beating wildly, but the display screen showed only gibberish.

Unrecognizable! Unanalyzable! Unlockable!

The spectrometer scanned the image more than ten times, and the conclusions were different each time.

Sometimes it shows that it is a pure energy body, sometimes it shows that it is a flesh and blood body, and sometimes it shows that there is nothing there.

The gravitational wave detector did not react at all; the person simply floated there without affecting the surrounding gravitational field.

Electromagnetic wave scanning was completely blocked, and all radar waves aimed at that person were swallowed up by a black hole and never returned.

Inside the underground command center of the imperial city, a group of goblin scientists stared at the screen, sweating profusely.

"This is impossible...this completely defies the laws of physics..."

"He violated at least thirteen fundamental principles!"

"My God, what kind of monster are we facing...?"

No one could answer them.

The emperor stood on the highest balcony of the palace, looking up at the black-robed figure in the sky.

Standing beside him were five key ministers, each of whom had an extremely grim expression.

"Your Majesty, those weapons..." The Minister of Industry's voice trembled. "They've all failed."

The emperor did not answer.

He looked at the sky and recalled the scene three nights ago when that person appeared out of thin air in his palace.

At that time, he still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that technology might give him a fighting chance.

Now he knows that was wishful thinking.

Just then, five figures rushed out from the crowd.

Those were the Empire's most elite assassins, dressed in the most advanced stealth combat suits and wielding the most advanced single-target energy weapons.

They acted spontaneously without orders... or rather, someone secretly gave them orders to test the depths of that "god".

Five invisible figures lunged at the black-robed man in the sky from different directions.

A beam of energy shot out, a high-temperature ray powerful enough to pierce through a half-meter-thick steel plate, precisely aimed at the suspended figure.

Then—it disappeared.

All the energy beams vanished into thin air three meters away from that person, as if they had never existed.

The five assassins continued their charge, their melee weapons glowing with a ghostly blue light—high-frequency oscillating blades capable of cutting through any known substance.

They rushed to the man.

Then they stopped.

Five assassins hovered in mid-air, their bodies stiff and their eyes vacant.

They stared at the man in black robes, their expressions shifting from murderous intent to fear, from fear to confusion, and from confusion to... fanaticism.

They knelt down.

Kneeling in the void, forehead bowed, he kowtowed deeply to the man in black robes.

"God...the great and supreme God!"

"We have offended God and deserve to die..."

"May God forgive me..."

The five people spoke at the same time, their voices trembling, tears streaming down their faces.

Then they drew the daggers from their waists and plunged them into their hearts.

The body fell from the sky, crashed to the ground, and splattered blood.

The crowd erupted in screams.

The emperor's pupils suddenly contracted.

He knew the fighting prowess of those five assassins; they were all highly skilled and determined, and could not be easily swayed.

But in front of that person, they only lasted three seconds before kneeling down to repent and then committing suicide.

This is beyond what science can explain.

However, these five assassins were just the appetizer; the real attack was yet to come...

Just then, the houses on both sides suddenly burst open, and two even larger figures rushed out from inside.

Those were two magic-powered mechs, each eight meters tall, made entirely of alloy, with missile launchers on their shoulders, laser cannons on their arms, and energy shields gleaming on their chests.

The mecha's surface was painted with a striking red logo.

That's... the insignia of the rebels.

The crowd screamed again and scattered in all directions.

"Rebels! They're rebels!"

"How did they get in here?!"

"Run!"

Two mechs strode heavily through the crowd.

Their target was clear—the black-robed figure in the sky.

Lynn watched the chaos below without making a move.

Rebels? Are you kidding me? The capital is heavily guarded; how could the rebels possibly have managed to bring two mechs in?

It was merely a test by the emperor.

No matter, let them see what true despair is!

The emperor on the city wall remained silent and showed no sign of panic, simply staring intently at the two mechs.

The ministers around him were also silent, none of them daring to speak.

With weapons of mass destruction unavailable, the magic-powered mechs are the strongest option they can muster.

The mech raised its arm, and the missile launchers on its shoulder fired simultaneously.

Twelve miniature missiles, trailing plumes of flame, were fired at Lynn from different angles.

Immediately afterwards, the laser cannon on his arm lit up, and two crimson beams shot out first, piercing straight at the floating figure.

The missile exploded, and flames engulfed the sky.

The screams from the crowd below turned into shock.

"Was that thing blown up?"

"Are the rebels that powerful?"

The shock lasted only three seconds.

As the flames subsided, the black-robed figure remained suspended in place, not even the hem of his robes charred.

Twelve missiles, two lasers, and nothing was left behind.