Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After cleaning up the laboratory, the two entered the Stigmata Domain and landed on the Island of Death.

The island was empty except for the dead, but Gregor didn't care. He immediately took out all his belongings and prepared to find an open space to put them away.

I'm here to learn the rules, not to enjoy life.

Lynn didn't want her mentor to conduct experiments in the open like this; at the very least, there should be a place to shelter from the wind and rain, right?

Moreover, the experiment is rigorous, and open-air experiments can affect the data.

"Mentor, how about we change your location? How about the palace? Or a temple?"

Gregor shook his head without hesitation.

"This is the area with the most concentrated death energy in the small world, which is more suitable for my cultivation and experiments. I can stay here."

Seeing that Gregor was unwilling to move, Lynn shook his head and stopped trying to persuade him, instead looking for other solutions.

Since there are no houses here, why not just build one?

His thoughts instantly shifted into the body of Wanxiang, and a divine oracle was transmitted into Augustus's mind.

"I need a cathedral, empty it of everyone, and do it immediately!"

Augustus was praying to the idol in the High Temple, which is also the main method of practicing the divine magic system.

After receiving instructions from the supreme god, Augustus did not ask why. He turned around, walked out of the temple, gathered a few people, and quickly gave them a few instructions.

Those people ran out.

Before half an hour had passed, a servant ran back and whispered a few words in Augustus's ear.

"Your Excellency, the Supreme Church in the eastern part of the Imperial City has been cleared out."

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The cathedral in the eastern part of the imperial city is the most magnificent cathedral in the entire imperial city, covering a large area and housing the tallest statues.

Augustus nodded and followed his attendants quickly across several streets to a cathedral.

The church is very tall and has an overall black Gothic style.

The walls were black, the roof was pointed, and a statue of the supreme god stood on the roof, making it look exceptionally magnificent.

The church doors were wide open, and the church was empty and spotless.

The archbishop nodded in satisfaction, closed his eyes, and began to pray to the Most High God.

Everything awoke from the depths of the goblin world.

A grayish-white light surged from the ground of the entire imperial city, omnipresent in the cracks between the stone slabs and the fissures in the walls.

The light spilled over the threshold of the eastern cathedral, over the cathedral steps, and over the square in front of it.

The entire church lit up, and every brick on the black walls began to glow with a gray light.

The giant statue on the roof was also glowing.

That was a statue of the supreme god N'Zoth, dressed in black robes, with a blurred face and golden light flickering in his two sunken eyes.

The statue raises its right hand, palm down, as if pressing down on something.

Augustus stood at the church entrance, watching the miracle unfold with excitement.

He watched the church light up, watched the statues' eyes light up, watched the light rising from the ground lengthen his own shadow.

A gentle force propelled him out of the cathedral's perimeter, and then the entire cathedral began to tremble and rise.

The light from the ground supported the base of the church, making the entire building appear to rise from its foundation.

The foundation stones cracked, and several pieces of gravel fell from the edge, hitting the ground and raising dust.

Augustus took a step back, dust drifting past his feet and blinding his eyes. He didn't rub them, continuing to watch with his bloodshot eyes wide open.

This is a miracle, a true miracle!

The cathedral hangs above the imperial city, about thirty meters above the ground, and its shadow is cast on the square, covering most of the street.

The goblins on the street noticed something was wrong and stopped in their tracks.

They looked up at the floating building, mouths agape, eyes wide, fingers pointing to the sky, but could not utter a word.

A peddler carrying loads threw his loads on the ground, and the two carrying poles rolled far away, but he didn't pick them up.

He knelt on the stone pavement, his forehead pressed against the ground.

"The Most High God—The Most High God has appeared to us!"

His voice was hoarse and trembling uncontrollably.

The sound broke the silence, and everyone around hurriedly knelt down.

As the cathedral took flight, the angelic legions of the Imperial City's Supreme Temple moved.

Twenty fallen angels, their wings fluttering, rose from the temple square, clad in platinum armor and wielding angelic swords.

The Graywing followed behind, with gray wings, gray armor, and gray eyes.

They flew to both sides of the church, forming two rows that sandwiched the cathedral in the middle.

The church moved slowly through the air, drifting towards the other end of the imperial city.

The legion of angels followed it, with fallen angels in front and gray-winged warriors behind, like a guard escorting a king.

The goblins chased after the church.

The fastest young man ran in front, pointing at the gray-white light in the sky, shouting "Miracle!" "The Supreme God is above!"

The old man, unable to run, knelt by the roadside, clasped his hands together, and watched the shadow of the church with his eyes.

The child rode on the adult's shoulders, head tilted back, eyes wide open, mouth opening and closing.

A mother knelt on the side of the street, holding her baby. The baby was also looking at the ball of light in the sky, its eyes reflecting the gray-white light.

The church circled the imperial city, showcasing the power of the supreme god and incidentally reaping a wave of faith.

It flew from the East District to the North District, from the North District to the West District, from the West District to the South District, and finally returned to the East District.

With each area they flew over, another group of goblins knelt on the ground, and their shouts grew louder.

Augustus stood where the church had originally been, where only a pit remained; the foundation was gone, and a circular depression was exposed in the ground.

He stood at the edge of the pit, watching the church drift further and further away, gradually shrinking into a tiny dot.

He stood there for a long time, reciting prayers over and over again.

Haru stood on the observatory, his hands gripping the railing.

This was a long-standing habit of his; standing at the highest point of the entire imperial city and looking down upon it gave him a sense of control over the world.

Although it was just a brief illusion.

As Haru walked to the observatory, he habitually looked up at the sky.

Then... he saw the "flying" church.

The church floated gracefully in the air, like a spaceship circling the entire imperial city...

The statues on the roof were glowing, with golden specks in their eyes that were particularly dazzling against the gray-white sky.

Haru's hand slid off the railing, and he knelt down on the stone slab of the observatory.

The stone slab was cold, the chill seeping through his trousers into his knees, but he didn't feel it. His forehead was pressed against the ground, and he was reciting a prayer.

"N'Zoth the High God, N'Zoth the High God."

Read it over and over again, each time faster than the last.

The church flew past the observatory, not far from him.

He could see the patterns on the church walls and the stained glass windows.

The legion of angels followed on both sides of the church, the wings of the fallen angels white on one side and black on the other, which were particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

Haru looked up and watched the church fly further and further away, heading towards the northern part of the imperial city.

He stood up, walked to the edge of the observatory, and shouted down.

"Bring the head guard up here."

Footsteps came from the stairs, and the captain of the guard ran up, panting, and immediately knelt down to pay his respects.

"Get up," Haru said.

"Go and notify the scientific observation department to monitor the flight path of that church. I need to know where it will eventually land."

The head guard hurriedly ran downstairs.

Haru turned back and continued looking at the church.

The church had flown over the northern district and looked only as small as a palm from here, but its grayish-white light was still visible.

The legion of angels, like a flock of birds, surrounded the church on both sides.