Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Inside the imperial palace, Haru, the new emperor of the Goblin Empire, stood on the imperial city's star-gazing platform.

The observatory is located at the highest point of the palace, from where you can see the entire imperial city.

He saw the angels in the square, the goblins kneeling in the streets, and the beam of light shooting down from the clouds.

Haru's fingers trembled, trembling at this sudden "miracle".

He was a middle-aged goblin in his early thirties whose father had died two years earlier, on the day the Supreme God descended.

The old emperor died of natural causes, but the new emperor always felt that his father's death was related to the so-called "Supreme Divine Court" or even the "Supreme God".

During his thirty-year reign, my father worked diligently to improve the living standards and technological level of the Goblin Empire, raising it to a new level once again.

Then the Supreme God came and said he could resolve the cataclysmic crisis and save the entire goblin world.

All that is needed is a little bit of faith.

In order to save the world, the father agreed to spread the faith widely within the empire and designated the "Supreme God Cult" as the only recognized religion within the empire.

The father originally wanted to personally support the creation of a "sword" that controlled faith, so as to better rule the goblin empire.

Therefore, they chose Augustus, an upright and incorruptible judge, to be the knife.

But in the end, the knife backfired.

As the father's illness worsened, divine authority gradually overshadowed imperial authority!

He originally wanted to work hard to govern the country, but unfortunately, the empire had been sidelined by him.

Haru was extremely dissatisfied, but dared not say it.

With the impending doom still looming overhead, it's crucial to avoid conflict with the Supreme God.

More importantly, the Empire's ordinary army was no match for the fanatical followers of the Supreme Divine Court, who were fearless and whose numbers only grew with each battle.

Even "mechanized" troops cannot guarantee the loyalty of all their members.

Faith under a world-ending crisis is terrifying.

Half of his ministers were from the High Court, and his guards made the sign of the cross on their chests every day.

He was an emperor without real power, a puppet.

But at that moment, holy light shone upon him.

Golden light fell on his shoulders, on the top of his head, and on his clenched fists.

He could feel the light spots penetrating his skin and entering his blood vessels; it felt warm and comfortable, like someone was giving him a massage.

It's warm and cozy...

Haru's body was so light that it felt like it could float away.

He tried clenching his fist, and it felt stronger than before. He tried taking a few steps, and his steps were more steady than before.

Haru took a deep breath, filling her lungs with fresh air—no smoke, no stench, only a faint floral fragrance.

He looked down at his hands and felt that he could kill a bull with one punch.

He even felt that his body was more than twice as strong as before, and that he could easily handle multiple women.

Haru loosened his fist, raised his head, and looked at the angels in the sky.

His gaze had changed. Before, when the Supreme Divine Court was mentioned, the corners of his mouth would turn down, and his eyes would hide a gloomy look.

Now his eyes held a hint of anticipation, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

It seems that the descent of the supreme god is not all bad. Although he lost some power, he can now hope to achieve "eternal life"!

Yes, true immortality!

According to reports from informants within the Supreme Divine Court, a cultivation method for a "transcendent system" bestowed by the Supreme God is now circulating among the higher-ups.

If you cultivate to a high level, you can even achieve immortality!

If he could also gain extraordinary power, if he could also receive the blessing of the Holy Light, then he, the emperor, would no longer be a puppet.

They could even recruit a large number of experts to serve them.

With their own "mechanized" troops, dealing with the ignorant believers within the Vatican would be a piece of cake.

Moreover, as the Goblin Emperor, he was confident that his talent for cultivation was not bad, and if the Supreme God granted him power, he would be able to control his own destiny.

As for whether it's imperial power or divine power, we'll see who decides!

The new emperor descended from the observatory, walked through the corridor, and entered the palace.

He wanted to change into a new robe and lead the way to the High God's court for a pilgrimage, to congratulate the High God on the miracle.

This is not a sign of weakness, but rather a statement of one's attitude.

An angel descended, and holy light shone throughout the city; this was the perfect opportunity for him to demonstrate his loyalty.

The Most High God can give him strength, and can give him even more.

All he needs is piety, enough piety.

...

In the temple square, fallen angels stood in two rows outside the temple, while gray-winged warriors stood in five rows behind them.

All the angels bowed their heads, their wings folded, like a silent wall.

They are the "ultimate weapons" that protect the supreme divine court, and will temporarily serve Augustus.

Inside the temple, the spatial bag floated out of the void and landed on the floor in front of Augustus.

Immediately afterwards, three divine artifacts floated out of the void, hovering in mid-air, emitting a faint golden light.

Augustus looked at the spatial bag in front of him, the three floating artifacts, and the silent angel legion outside the window, and felt reassured.

With these divine gifts, harvesting faith becomes much easier.

He held the spatial bag in his hands and, following the guidance of the Supreme God, probed it with the spiritual power he had just cultivated.

He naturally cultivated divine arts, a rapid yet powerful cultivation method that deeply binds him to the gods.

It can be said that they rise and fall together, and suffer and lose together.

But as long as the Supreme God exists, the divine arts he cultivates will also exist and will rapidly grow stronger according to faith.

Inside the spatial bag, thousands of crystal balls were crammed together, each one crystal clear with fine runes flowing on its surface.

He took out a crystal ball, held it in both hands, and the crystal ball glowed in his palms.

The runes activated automatically, and his faith made the crystal ball glow.

The light was very bright; it was golden.

He could sense that his level of faith in the Supreme God was very high.

Although he did not reach the level of "saint", he was still at the level of "fanatic".

The archbishop knelt on the ground, put the crystal ball back into his spatial bag, placed the spatial bag on the ground, and then went to retrieve the three divine artifacts.

He wore a robe, a silver amulet hung on his chest, and held a golden sword in his hand.

The robes were very light, almost weightless, yet Augustus could feel his divine magic being greatly amplified.

The amulet felt cool, but when it was pressed against my chest, a warm current flowed through me.

The sword was heavy, and the golden light on its blade reflected on his face, illuminating the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. It was clearly unsuitable for him, a "divine sorcerer".

Augustus looked up at the angels outside the window.

The angels stood motionless in the square.

The fallen angel has one white wing and one black wing, and its armor is black and gold. It holds a holy sword in its hand.

They wore full-face helmets, revealing only their two eyes, which burned with dark purple flames.

The Graywing has gray wings, gray armor, gray eyes, no expression, and doesn't even breathe.

Augustus looked at them and felt a chill run down his spine.

They are clearly angels, holy messengers, so why do they look so evil?

He shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind.

What the Most High God bestows must have a profound meaning.

One should not make unfounded assumptions.

"The blessings of the Most High God are etched in Augustus's heart." He knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the earth, prostrating himself.

The Supreme God did not respond.

After a long while, he stood up, turned around, walked out of the study, crossed the corridor, and went to the temple's meeting hall.

He sent for all the metropolitans to be summoned.