Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The next day, Augustus summoned the "metropolitans" from various regions.

The meeting hall of the Imperial City Cathedral was full of people.

On either side of the long table, bishops dressed in robes of various colors whispered among themselves.

They didn't know why Cardinal Augustus, who was acting as "Pope," had suddenly summoned them, but it certainly wasn't a trivial matter.

Augustus was the last to enter, holding the bronze book in his hands.

He walked to the head seat, placed the book on the table, and opened it. A soft light shone from the bronze book, illuminating the entire conference hall.

The conference room fell silent.

All eyes were on the book.

What is this? Why does it emit such a warm light? Is it a new type of heater?

Cliff, whose faith was the purest, was the first to speak.

He was originally a scientist, but later the Supreme God descended and built a temple in the Steel City that combined science and theology.

He was later recruited by Augustus and is now a scholar of the Papacy, specializing in the study of doctrine.

He wore thick glasses and his hair was messy.

"Archbishop, what is this?"

Augustus placed his hands on the book and looked at everyone in the meeting hall.

"This is a divine artifact bestowed by the supreme god, containing a transcendent cultivation method and true extraordinary power!"

The conference room erupted in chaos.

Victor was the first to stand up. He was a businessman, the treasurer of the Church of the Supreme God, and the businessman who founded the church on his own.

His eyes shone like light bulbs.

"Extraordinary? What kind of extraordinary? Is it the kind that can fly and fight? Or the kind that can live forever?"

Augustus nodded.

"It can fly, it can fight, it can heal wounds, it can purify diseases, and at a high level of cultivation, it can even reverse aging and achieve immortality!"

"It includes four classes: knight, warrior, mage, and priest, each with a complete training method."

Neg also stood up. He was a rough man with a loud voice and a bad temper. He had made his fortune by preaching on the streets of Gear Town.

His catchy rap, in particular, has garnered him a large following of "fans" in Gear Town.

He slammed his fist on the table, his voice louder than anyone else's.

"Archbishop, are you sure you're not dreaming? This is extraordinary! Something we goblins have been working on for centuries and still haven't been able to achieve, the Supreme God solved with just one book?"

Augustus glanced at him, turned to a page of the Bronze Book, and placed it on the table.

"You can see for yourself."

Nege walked over and reached out to press down on the page.

At first, the bronze book did not react at all, just like an ordinary work of art.

Nege glanced at the Bronze Book with a puzzled look, then gave Augustus a slightly suspicious look.

Could this be something Augustus used to deceive his followers? Should I play along and put on a show?

Just as he was lost in thought, something unexpected happened.

Nege's body stiffened, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened.

A deluge of knowledge flooded into his mind, like a flood rushing into a dried-up riverbed.

He felt the holy light, the divine magic, and the powers he had never encountered before.

His eyes reddened, his legs went weak, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

"It's true...it's all true..." His voice trembled.

"Extraordinary! Truly extraordinary!!"

The conference room fell silent.

Everyone looked at Nege, at him kneeling on the ground, at him moved to tears.

Victor stepped forward, placed his hand on the book, froze, and then knelt down, muttering to himself.

"By the Most High God..."

Cliff squinted as he walked over, reached out and pressed the lens, instantly blurring it.

It took off its glasses, wiped them, put them back on, and pressed the bronze book again, as profound knowledge came rushing in.

Cliff's hands were trembling, not from fear, but from excitement.

One after another, all the bishops placed their hands on the book.

The meeting hall was filled with people kneeling on the floor; some were crying, some were laughing, and some were in a daze. As the heads of various parishes, everyone had lost their composure.

Augustus waited until they quieted down before speaking.

"The Supreme God granted us extraordinary abilities, but not to everyone; there are also thresholds to cultivation."

"Divine arts can only be practiced by believers, magic can only be practiced by those who have elemental affinity, while battle aura can be practiced by anyone, but the effects vary depending on one's talent."

"We need to select talented individuals. We cannot casually pass on the extraordinary techniques. If they fall into the hands of those with ulterior motives, it will cause serious problems."

Victor stood up and wiped his face.

"I agree. Divine arts should be given priority for believers to practice, as this guarantees their loyalty and ensures they will not betray the church."

"As for those outsiders, exclude them from the supernatural. We already have enough believers; there's no need to benefit outsiders."

Nege also stood up, patting his chest.

"I have tens of thousands of believers over there, all of them incredibly loyal. Letting them practice divine arts will definitely not be a problem."

Cliff pushed up his glasses; his voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

"I suggest establishing training centers in various places to select talented young people and uniformly teach them magic and martial arts. Divine arts can be taught by churches in various places, and believers can learn in batches according to their level of piety."

Augustus nodded.

"Cliff, you're in charge of writing the teaching materials. Organize the Extraordinary Method into a version that's easy for ordinary people to learn. Don't make it too advanced; make it simple and easy to understand."

"Victor, you're in charge of logistics. Cultivation requires resources—magic crystals, potions, materials—all of which cost money. Calculate how much budget you need."

"Neg, you're in charge of the selection. Start by choosing from the believers; loyalty comes first, talent second."

"The rest of you, go back and immediately set up training centers, in the form of academies. I want to see the first batch of extraordinary individuals within three months."

The bishops responded enthusiastically.

The meeting adjourned, and the bishops left the meeting hall in twos and threes, discussing as they went.

Cliff walked at the very back, clutching a copy of the bronze book in his arms. His mind was filled with the details of the cultivation method, and his hands were trembling with excitement.

This is a book that can change the world!

Victor walked ahead of him, already mentally calculating how many magic crystals a training center would need, how many potions a cultivator would need, and how much it would cost to build a mage tower.

Nege walked at the front, his steps quick. He was going back to tell his followers that the Supreme God had granted them extraordinary power, and that they had hope.

Augustus stood by the window of the council hall, watching the bishops' departing figures, still holding the bronze book in his hands.

The Supreme Divine Court has finally gained true power.

Originally a "church," its use of technology was extremely incongruous, but now it is able to maintain order by relying on the power of its believers.

The extraordinary can not only change the goblin world, but also their status in other worlds.

Once the Knights and Mages are established, the Supreme Divine Court will no longer be an organization that only prays, but a true military force!

And all of this is a gift from the Most High God...

Augustus lowered his head and whispered a prayer.

"O High God N'Zoth, may your divine kingdom descend upon this world."