Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The church flew over the last street in the North District and into the open fields outside the city.

The wilderness was desolate, with only pebbles and withered grass.

Thanks to Lynn's "environmental purification," tender green shoots are beginning to sprout on the open land, and it won't be long before this place becomes a grassland.

There were several shepherds on the ground, driving their flocks back home.

They heard the wind whistling overhead and instinctively looked up.

A colossal cathedral, indifferent statues, white wings, black wings, grayish-white light...

The shepherd threw down his whip, knelt on the gravel, and banged his forehead against the ground.

The sheep were left unattended, scattered all around, while sheepdogs barked wildly, trying to drive them away.

The church flew over the wilderness, and over a river.

Several fishing boats were on the river, and the fishermen were hauling in their nets.

The church's shadow swept across the river, and the fisherman looked up as his net fell into the water, the fish escaping.

The fishermen, oblivious to the fact that their livelihood had vanished into the water, knelt on the deck and prayed fervently.

The church flew over a small town, a small town with only a few hundred households.

As the church passed overhead, its greyish-white light illuminated the entire street.

People on the street looked up and saw the angel, and the glowing building.

The noise echoed throughout the town; some people knelt in the middle of the road to pray, some leaned out of windows, and some ran out carrying children.

The child pointed to the sky, chanting, "Most High God! Most High God..."

The church flew over plains, over hills, and over forests.

Wherever they passed, the goblins there would kneel down in devout prayer, praising the power of the supreme god.

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Some people cried, some shouted, and some just stared blankly at the gray-white light in the sky.

At this moment, the Imperial Palace's Scientific Observation Department was in complete chaos.

Technicians rushed into the observation room from all directions. Some had their robes buttoned up incorrectly, some had their shoes on the wrong feet, and others were frantically carrying teacups.

The supervisor stood at the front, in front of a row of monitors, but the screens were black and empty.

"Have you captured the trajectory?" the supervisor asked urgently.

"Equipment calibration in progress." A technician was hunched over the control panel, twisting something in his hands, his forehead covered in sweat.

The screen flickered and a bright line appeared.

The line starts from the eastern part of the imperial city, meanders through several mountain ranges and crosses several plains.

Tiny points of light dance along the edges of the lines; that is the energy released by the church.

"Locked up!" The technician crawled out from under the control panel and pointed at the screen.

"Flying at a speed of about 300 kilometers per hour, at an altitude of about 300 meters, heading northeast towards the ocean."

The supervisor stared at the bright line.

"Continue monitoring and report the location every half hour."

In the time that followed, the technicians focused intently on observing the line on the screen.

The line starts from the imperial city, passes through several mountain ranges, crosses several plains, and spans several rivers, finally disappearing at the edge of the Sea of ​​Death.

A young technician pointed at the screen.

"The signal disappeared here."

His finger hovered over the Sea of ​​Death, but the screen showed nothing but static.

"The Sea of ​​Death has a strong magnetic field interference, so no signals can be transmitted unless we send someone in to investigate on-site." Another technician pushed up his glasses.

Silence fell over the laboratory.

Send someone to the Sea of ​​Death? Nobody dares to go.

That place is a forbidden zone in the world; no one who goes in ever comes out alive.

"That's enough for recording." The supervisor stored the data into the crystal.

"We are only responsible for observation; what happens afterward is beyond our control."

...

The church flew into the sea of ​​death.

Black fog surged from the sea, engulfing the base of the church, its walls, and the entire building.

The grayish-white light could still be seen in the black fog, like a lamp seen through frosted glass.

Then the light grew weaker and weaker, until it disappeared into the endless thick fog.

The angel legion stopped outside the black mist, circled twice, and then turned and flew back.

Their mission is complete.

Haru stood on the observatory, watching the angel legion fly back and land in the temple square.

The head guard ran up and knelt behind him.

"My lord, news has come from the Scientific Observation Department that the church's flight path disappeared at the edge of the Sea of ​​Death, and it is speculated that the landing point was deep within the Sea of ​​Death."

"But...the exact location cannot be determined. The Sea of ​​Death has strong magnetic field interference, and the instruments are malfunctioning."

Haru turned around. "The Sea of ​​Death?"

"Yes."

Haru remained silent for a moment.

The Sea of ​​Death, the most filthy place on the entire planet.

Industrial waste, heavy metal toxins, and chemical residues—hundreds of years of pollution have piled up there.

How could the church of the Most High God have flown there?

He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

Well then, divine power is unpredictable.

The Supreme God has His own plan; mortals do not need to understand it.

"Understood," Haru said.

"Issue my order to send a navy to explore the Sea of ​​Death and uncover its secrets, but do not do anything to offend the Supreme God."

The head guard withdrew.

Haru stood on the stargazing platform, looking towards the direction of the Sea of ​​Death.

Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and he couldn't see anything. He stopped looking and turned to walk down from the observatory.

...

Lynn stood on the black, scorched earth of Death Island, watching the greyish-white church descend from the black mist.

The church landed in front of him, the ground shook, and pebbles rolled from the edge of the island into the sea.

Gregor stood behind Lynn, mouth agape, eyes wide.

He looked at the church, then at Lynn, then at the church again.

"Wait, where did you bring this thing from?"

"The Goblin Royal City has one already," Lynn said. "Mentor, this will be your laboratory from now on. Just make do with it."

Gregor glared at him.

Is this what you call passable? This church is many times larger than his original laboratory.

But he didn't say it aloud; he walked over and pushed open the church door.

The church was empty, with a stone floor, a high dome, and stained glass windows depicting stories of divine miracles.

Sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting colorful patches of light on the ground.

Embedded in the innermost wall is a statue of the supreme god, in black robes, with a blurred face and sunken eyes.

The altar beneath the statue had not yet been removed, and several unburnt candles remained on the table.

Gregor stood in the center of the church, looking up at the stained-glass windows in the dome.

"You want me to conduct experiments here?"

"Not suitable?" Lynn asked.

"Perfect." Gregor looked away. "Perfect, except that your statue keeps staring at me, which makes me feel a little awkward."

Even so, he still took out the space bag, opened the bag, and placed the instruments inside one by one on the ground.

The workbench is placed under the statue, the bookshelf is against the left wall, and the materials rack is against the right wall.

His movements were quick but haphazard; he placed things as they came to mind.

Lynn stood at the doorway, looking around, and took out the observation equipment he had used in the Wizard Tower of the First Line of Defense when he was in the Holy Light Plane.

Then the church's stained-glass roof was renovated to install observation equipment, making it easier for Gregor to observe the regular giant net in the sky in the future.

Finally, he raised his right hand and summoned a group of fallen angels.

Ten fallen angels flew from the depths of the island, landed at the church entrance, and knelt on one knee.

Lynn pointed inside the church.

"Go help out. Do whatever your advisor tells you to do."

The fallen angels stood up and entered the church.

Gregor glanced at them, did not refuse, and directed them to begin setting up the laboratory.

Lynn stood at the door for a while, then turned and left.

A grayish-white light surged from his palm, enveloping his body, and he vanished.