Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The next morning, the conference hall was packed with people.

The goblin world boasts convenient transportation, with a comprehensive transportation network connecting the entire empire, and the ability to travel by airships, flying machines, ships, and other means of transport.

However, the "metropolitans" in various places knew why Augustus had summoned them; yesterday, the "descent of the angels" had already made the front page of the "Imperial Times".

Moreover, someone recorded the entire shocking scene, and now you can see that spectacular moment on TV.

However, Augustus's urgent summons of them must have been for more than just this matter, right?

I remember the last time we were summoned was because of such a big event as the Supreme God bestowing a transcendent cultivation method. Why is it so urgent this time? Will it be announced again?

Everyone was looking forward to it.

Augustus wore that golden robe, with a silver amulet hanging on his chest and a golden sword at his waist.

He placed the space bag on the table.

"The Supreme God has issued a new oracle."

Augustus's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the meeting hall could hear it clearly.

"Strive to strengthen the faith of believers, turn novice believers into fanatical believers, and fanatical believers into saints; encourage childbirth and increase the population!"

There was a moment of silence in the meeting room, then a buzz of discussion began.

Cliff pushed up his glasses.

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"Strengthen faith? True faith comes from the heart and needs time to mature; it cannot be strengthened by us simply by talking."

Nege was shouting even louder.

"That's right. If it really requires words, it's simple. I can hold more concerts and evangelistic meetings, and tour the country to preach. That should also boost faith."

Victor twitched his lips.

"Come on, the way you're wailing and howling is not sacred at all. If you didn't know better, people would think you're sending signals to aliens."

"Surely there should be a set of rules for strengthening faith like this? How about we send an angel to each of our dioceses, and let the angels perform miracles from time to time? That should have an effect."

Augustus shook his head.

"Angels are sacred, given to us by the Most High God to protect the Holy Court, not for you to use as actors in your shows."

"As for how to strengthen faith..."

Augustus took a crystal ball out of his spatial bag and placed it on the table.

"Use this. It's an artifact bestowed by the Supreme God that can detect your faith level."

"The deeper a believer's faith, the brighter the light. It can also measure the elemental talent of ordinary people. The higher the talent, the purer the light. Different attribute tendencies result in different colors of light."

After saying this, Augustus placed his hand on it, and the crystal ball shone brightly, instantly illuminating the entire conference room.

The light was extremely soft and not dazzling.

The light faded only after Augustus released his hand.

Nege was the first to stand up, walk to the table, and, unable to contain his curiosity, reach out and press his hand on the crystal ball.

The crystal ball lit up, emitting a golden light.

However, the brightness is average, the color is too white, and it is far inferior to the noise and commotion caused by Augustus.

Augustus glanced at him but said nothing.

Nege withdrew his hand and gave an awkward smile.

"It's alright, it's alright, brighter than my light bulb."

Victor also stood up, reached out and pressed it, and the crystal ball lit up with a faint golden light, which was dimmer than Negri's.

Nege's face lit up with joy, and he patted Victor on the shoulder with a grin.

My good brother, you even sacrificed your integrity to save me from this situation, I have to give you a shout-out.

Victor looked unwell and walked back to his seat in a sullen mood.

The "metropolitans" from other dioceses also stepped forward to test their faith.

Without exception, everyone is a "true believer," but the light is brighter or darker, proving that even true believers have varying degrees of faith.

Cliff was the last to come up and pressed the button.

The crystal ball emitted a bright white light, which, although not golden, was nearly identical to that of Augustus, demonstrating his unwavering faith.

"Fanatical believer!"

Augustus glanced at him.

"Your faith is very strong, and you will achieve twice the results with half the effort by following the path of a sorcerer."

Cliff nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

Augustus continued.

"I propose that all clergy must undergo a crystal ball test, and those whose faith level falls below the standard should be stripped of their clergy!"

Those with firm faith will be given priority for promotion to church leadership positions and will be granted access to divine magical practices.

"Believers must be examined before baptism; those whose faith level is not high enough will not be baptized."

"Those who cultivate extraordinary methods must be screened by a crystal ball. Those who lack talent or faith will not be taught profound methods."

Nege slammed his hand on the table.

"I agree. Those who are just pretending should have been eliminated long ago."

After saying that, he glanced at Victor almost imperceptibly.

Victor frowned.

"It's fine to expel them, but there's already a shortage of clergy in grassroots churches. If a group is expelled, who will fill the gaps?"

Cliff adjusted his glasses. "Select directly from among the believers; those with unwavering faith and talent will be promoted without regard to precedent."

Nege slammed his hand on the table again.

"This is a good idea! Let those who truly believe in the Supreme God rise to power, instead of those useless sycophants."

Victor hesitated, but ultimately remained silent.

This is somewhat unfair to the nobles who spend a lot of money to buy "merit certificates".

Let's discuss this privately with Augustus after the meeting and give those nobles a chance.

Augustus waited until they quieted down before continuing.

"The Supreme God also left behind three artifacts and an army of angels."

With a wave of his hand, the figures of the Fallen Angel and the Graywing Envoy came into view in the square outside the window.

The bishops in the conference hall all went to the windows, looking excitedly at the silent figures.

Although they had seen these mysterious creatures on television, seeing them in person gave them a completely different experience.

Some gasped in amazement, some fell silent, and some prayed quietly.

Nege's eyes shone like a child's.

"An angel...it really is an angel...the Supreme God has even sent down angels..."

His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were red.

Victor stood at the window, silent, his expression complex.

I wonder if the gods will be angry that I've associated the great deity with money.

Cliff stood at the very back, looking at the angels, without saying a word.

Augustus turned around and looked out the window at the legion of angels.

"These angels will set aside one branch specifically to 'bless' each parish. You can publicize this widely, and I will get them to cooperate."

"From now on, you must work harder to increase the faith of believers. It's just a pity that there are no enemies here, so we cannot truly show our divine power."

Nege turned around and patted his chest.

"Don't worry, Archbishop. Once those angels go out for a stroll, won't the believers go crazy? My followers are hoping to witness a miracle every day."

"Before, we could only talk about it, but now we can show them directly. Let them see those angels flying in the sky, see the swords in their hands shining. Who would dare not believe then?"

Victor spoke up as well.

"We will handle matters of faith. The Most High God has given us everything; the rest is up to us."

Augustus nodded and showed the three artifacts to everyone.

Golden robes, silver amulets, and a golden sword.

The bishops' eyes widened in astonishment.

Nege reached out to touch the sword, but Augustus stopped him.

"A magical artifact is not a toy."

Nege awkwardly withdrew his hand and returned to his seat.

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

Augustus stood by the window, looking at the angels outside.

The fallen angels still stood there, motionless, and the gray-winged warriors also still stood there, silent.

His gaze fell on the helmet of a fallen angel, whose dark purple eyes were also looking at him.

Augustus suddenly felt cold again.

He pulled his robe tighter; it was light but warm, and the chill vanished without a trace.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked out of the conference room.

He also needed to write a detailed plan about how to use the crystal ball, how to combine faith with the supernatural, and how to maximize the value of those angels.