Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Life in the Supreme Divine Court was quieter than Anri had imagined.

Every morning, the bells ring down from the top floor of the temple, striking three times, pausing for a moment, and then striking three more times.

She woke up to the sound of bells, washed up, ate breakfast, and then began to try her hand at cultivation.

She practiced the monk's meditation method for a week.

Every day, I sit cross-legged in front of the statue, close my eyes, and try to sense the elements in the air according to the methods recorded in the bronze book.

On the first day, filled with anticipation, nothing happened...

The next day, still nothing.

On the third day, her legs went numb.

From the fourth to the seventh day, her mind was blank, and nothing responded to her.

The path to becoming a mage... seems unlikely.

The training method for knights is simpler.

Gather knight seeds; choose one of three attributes: sky, earth, or sea.

She chose the earth because Grandpa Gregor had said that her constitution was more earth-based.

If she succeeds, she can become the Earth Knight, and as long as she stands on the earth, she will receive a continuous blessing from the earth's veins.

Following the steps in the bronze book, she adjusted her breathing to a specific frequency, guiding the energy in her body to converge in her dantian.

Three days passed, and there was nothing in his dantian.

She tried the sky and then the ocean, but there was no response.

Finally, she tried the Templar Knights system, which the goblins had recently developed.

The Templar Knights are a newly developed class by the High Court, specifically designed for the followers of the High God.

It requires upholding the code of chivalry and uniting the hearts of the Templar Knights; it is a combination of knight and divine mage, making it extremely powerful.

Following the steps, she visualized the image of the supreme god in meditation, attempting to condense the knight's seed.

A black robe, a blurred face, sunken eyes—she had been meditating for three days, yet her dantian remained empty.

Knights won't do either.

The warrior's fighting spirit technique is more direct; it involves high-intensity physical training to hone the warrior's will and stimulate the fighting spirit within their body.

On her first day, Anli ran 1,000 meters and was panting like a dog.

The next day I did fifty push-ups, and my arms were so sore I couldn't lift them.

On the third day, she gritted her teeth and followed the method in the training manual, punching the sandbag two hundred times.

My knuckles were bleeding, and blood was dripping onto the sandbag.

She endured the pain and continued hitting. After the three hundredth punch, her arm gave out and hung limply.

Her physique is too weak; it can't be improved in a day or two. Even if it were, her potential wouldn't be high.

Even soldiers won't do.

Anli sat on the steps at the entrance of the temple, resting her chin on her hands, looking at the gray and white stone slabs in the square.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, warming her face, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in her heart.

"Do I really have no talent for cultivation? Father is right, I can't learn anything."

She spoke softly, her voice carried away by the wind.

Augustus came out of the temple and stood behind her.

He didn't speak and stood there for a long time.

"Holy Maiden, is your cultivation not going well?" His voice was very soft.

Anli didn't turn around. "I can't be a mage, I can't be a knight, I can't be a warrior, I can't learn anything."

Augustus walked over to her and sat down on the steps. "Your Grace, there's still the priesthood system we haven't tried."

Anli turned to look at him. "Priest? Sorcerer?"

Augustus nodded.

"The Divine Mage is the most powerful and comprehensive class. It can tank, deal damage, heal, and buff. Other classes are no match for the Divine Mage."

A divine sorcerer?

Anli had naturally considered it, but because a divine mage needs to have an extreme faith in the god they believe in, and she did not believe in any god, she subconsciously ignored it.

Anli lowered her head and looked at her fingers.

"I...I only worship the Supreme God, I have no faith in Him, I don't know if I can cultivate divine arts."

Augustus seemed very confident as he stood up and extended his hand to Anri.

"Your Holiness, please follow me."

Anli hesitated for a moment, then took his hand and stood up.

The two entered the temple and walked to the huge statue of the god.

Augustus released his grip and stepped aside.

"Your Holiness, please kneel down and pray to the Supreme God, pray fervently."

Anli looked at the statue. She had seen her junior uncle's face many times, but that face was different from the statue.

The idols are cold, majestic, and unapproachable.

Junior Uncle is alive; he can laugh, frown, and get impatient.

She didn't know how to connect a living person with a statue.

But let's give it a try first.

She closed her eyes and knelt before the statue.

He clasped his hands together and pressed his forehead against the cold ground.

She silently recited it in her heart.

"Supreme God N'Zoth, Supreme God N'Zoth..."

Read it over and over again.

She couldn't picture her junior uncle's face in her mind; all she could see were those sunken, empty, emotionless eyes.

At the same time, she silently practiced according to the cultivation methods of the divine sorcerer in her mind.

At that moment, a ray of light shone into her heart.

The light didn't come from the outside; it came from inside.

From her chest, from her heart, from the depths of her soul.

At first, Anli thought it was her imagination.

The light was warm, like a fireplace in winter, like the sunshine in spring.

It dispelled the coldness and gloom in her body, and her body felt warm, as if she were soaking in warm water.

Anli opened her eyes.

The statue was still the same statue, unchanged. She didn't know if it was real or just her imagination.

Augustus stood beside her, his hands tucked into his sleeves, a smile playing on his lips.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, you have now stepped into the realm of divine magicians."

Anli looked down at her hands.

There was no change in her hands, but she could feel an increase in power within her body.

That force was weak, like a newly sprouted seed, but it was growing.

She tried to draw out that power from her fingertips.

A faint golden light appeared on my fingertip, but it quickly faded away.

But... it really is extraordinary power!

"I...I succeeded?"

Augustus nodded.

"The cultivation of a divine mage requires no talent, no physical strength, only devotion. Her Highness's devotion to the supreme god is unparalleled."

Anli's heart was beating very fast.

She wanted to try praying again to deepen the divine power within her.

Augustus raised his hand to stop her.

"Your Holiness, the cultivation of a divine mage must not be rushed. Piety is accumulated little by little, not overnight."

"You've taken the first step today; take the second step tomorrow. There's no rush."

Anli then withdrew her hand and took a deep breath.

"Archbishop, thank you."

Augustus shook his head. "Your Holiness, you should thank the Supreme God for guiding you on your path; there's no need to thank me."

Anli turned to look at the statue, put her hands together, and bowed deeply.

"Supreme God N'Zoth, thank you for granting me power."