Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Time passed, and I don't know how much time has gone by.

The corpses of those goblins suddenly moved.

The first leader to fall opened his eyes; there were no eyeballs in his eye sockets, only two eerie green flames.

It stood up, its movements stiff, and its bones made a cracking sound.

It looked down at its white, bony hand, clenched its extremely thick right arm into a fist, then raised its head and looked towards the center of the island.

There is a crater there, and a lamp hangs above the crater.

The lights were glowing, a deep blue, like a giant eye looking down over the entire island.

The leader strode towards the center of the island. Its foot bones left shallow imprints on the sand.

One by one, the goblins behind it stood up and followed it, forming a line as they walked toward the center of the island.

A dozen or so skeletons, white as snow, stood out starkly against the gray-black wasteland.

Lynn stood on the edge of the crater, watching the goblins that had turned into skeletons walk toward him.

These skeletons are weak, barely reaching level 1, not even as good as apprentices, but as long as they stay on this island, they will continue to grow stronger.

On this island, the power of death constantly transforms living beings, turning the living into the undead, and the undead into soldiers.

He doesn't need to refine it himself; he just needs to throw the materials onto the island and wait.

As the power of death continues to spread, it may even reach the seas, affecting some marine life.

All sorts of creatures, including zombie fish, ghost fish, and skeleton fish, will appear. And perhaps some strange "sea monster"-like undead will even be spawned due to "pollution," "mutation," and "undead."

The extraordinary power here has only just been born, and the power of death is too weak. The growth rate of the undead here is not as fast as that of the academy.

Fortunately, the flow of time is twice that of the main world, and the world's extraordinary power is constantly increasing, so one day it will be able to surpass the academy.

Seven days after the merging of the Necropolis and the Island of Death, Lynn stood on the edge of the crater, looking down at the black earth beneath his feet.

The undead army has completely made this place their home.

Skeleton soldiers patrolled the island's wasteland in neat square formations, moving from east to west and from south to north.

The zombies lay motionless on the beach, half-buried in the black sand, like abandoned stones.

The waves crashed in, washing away the filth from them and sweeping them into the sea.

The ghoul crouched at the edge of the rift, looking down at the black sea below.

Occasionally, a seabird would fly in from afar, and the ghoul would pounce, tearing the seabird to shreds in mid-air before landing back at the edge of the rift and continuing to crouch there.

This is fresh flesh and blood; it has rarely tasted fresh flesh and blood since the birth of the Eternal Night Graveyard.

The ghosts hovered above the crater, emitting a low buzzing sound like a swarm of bees.

Lynn glanced at the Divine Sprite again.

The Divine Demon stood on a black rock beside the crater, its eyes closed, the golden patterns on its body pulsating slowly.

The patterns were brighter than before. After "All Things" successfully advanced to a Saint Mark, Lynn transferred all the remaining power of faith to the Divine Abomination.

After all, it inherited the legacy of the gods of the "Plague World," and the Divine Abomination is better able to absorb the power of faith.

If there wasn't already a supreme god, the abomination could also ascend to the status of a supreme god if the power of faith was sufficient.

Now, with the power of faith and the large amount of "holy light" essence he had absorbed, the undead, Shenni, has embarked on the path of the "God of Light".

The golden mist surged out from the depths of the Holy Mark Domain and poured into the body of the Divine Abomination, causing its body to emit a golden light.

It was very bright and dazzling.

Golden, illusory feathers sprouted from the light membrane of its bone wings. The feathers had no physical form, only outlines, but each one was glowing.

Its face was also glowing, its features softened, and its eyes became deep, like a statue enshrined in a temple.

Its personality has completely changed. It used to be taciturn, but now it exudes a faint sense of pressure that makes people afraid to look directly at it.

The God of Light... is born!

But the Divine Sprite did not break through because of this.

It's still at the peak of the three rings, just one layer away from the holy mark.

That membrane is very thin, but it's impossible to break through it.

The power of faith is insufficient. Too much was consumed when Wanxiang was promoted to the Saint Mark. What remains is only enough to push the Divine Abomination to its peak limit, but it cannot overcome that hurdle.

Moreover... if he were to leave the world, his strength would decrease.

Lynn withdrew his gaze and pondered in his mind how to increase his faith power.

The entire goblin world has a population of tens of billions, most of whom are already his followers.

Faith power increases daily, but the growth rate is slow.

The faith has been spread for too short a time, and most believers are only superficial believers, reciting prayers a few times a day and going to church once a week, but their piety is not enough.

If it weren't for the impending catastrophe, we probably wouldn't even have enough faith power to ascend to the Holy Mark.

To gain more faith power, one must either turn novice believers into fanatical believers or even saints, or increase the population and expand the base of believers.

But the world can no longer support more people.

A population of 10 billion is the limit of the original small world. Beyond that, resources will be depleted, food will be scarce, and rapid population growth will lead to collapse.

No matter how advanced technology becomes, resources are still limited; land is limited, and water is limited.

However, the world has now been "purified," the environment has been greatly improved, and food production has increased significantly.

It is possible to estimate fertility; with a larger population base, the output of faith will also increase.

And one cannot remain idle; one must continuously expand outwards to increase the area of ​​the small world.

Lynn raised his right hand, his mental energy probing deep into the domain of the Holy Mark.

The goblin world floated in the void, grayish-white with flowing golden patterns on its surface.

If we can devour other worlds, expand them, and fatten them up, we can feed a larger population and generate more faith power.

It can also capture beings from other worlds and force them to worship the supreme god.

It doesn't necessarily have to be goblins; any intelligent race can participate.

Let our own little green sardines do the work first.

Lynn withdrew his mental energy, closed his eyes, and used his mental energy to inscribe a divine decree deep within the Sacred Mark Domain.

This divine oracle pierced through the Sacred Mark Domain, crossed the void, and appeared directly in Augustus's mind.

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The Imperial City, the Supreme Temple.

Augustus was in his study organizing a copy of the bronze book.

Since there is only one bronze book, it must be copied out and disseminated if one wants to spread the extraordinary cultivation method.

Suddenly, his hand stopped, and a voice appeared in his mind.

The voice rang out directly in his mind's eye. It was calm and devoid of any emotion, but Augustus heard it clearly.

"Strengthen the faith of believers, turn novice believers into fanatics, and fanatics into saints, encourage childbirth, and increase the population."

Augustus put down his pen, stood up from his chair, and knelt on the ground.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the Great and Supreme God!"

The voice stopped, and the sea of ​​consciousness returned to calm.