Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

In the goblin world, a unique "military parade" ceremony is underway.

Augustus stood on the steps of the High Temple, holding a bronze book containing the "method of transcendent cultivation."

He was wearing a brand-new white robe, which was undecorated, and a silver amulet hung on his chest.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating his gray hair and making it shimmer silver.

Behind him were the cathedral's black walls and pointed roof, on which stood a statue of the supreme god N'Zoth.

Golden light danced in the statue's eyes.

The square was surrounded by people, all staring expectantly at the center of the square.

In the center of the square stood a thousand Templar Knights, clad in platinum armor and riding sacred warhorses.

The armor was silver-white with fine gold patterns on its surface.

The warhorse was also silver-white, with golden specks of light mixed in with its mane.

Their hooves clattered on the stone slabs, each landing sending up tiny sparks.

The knights' right hands rested on the hilts of their swords, which were white with gold guards, remarkably similar to the "holy sword" held by the fallen angels.

Their left hands held up shields, on which were engraved the emblem of the supreme god.

Their helmets were tucked under their arms, revealing their faces, all of which were young and filled with fanaticism.

The square was crowded with goblins.

Believers came from all the cities, crowding the streets, the rooftops, and the steps of the temple.

Some people stood on tiptoe, some climbed trees, and some lifted their children above their heads.

The children's eyes widened, their mouths agape, pointing at the platinum armor and silver warhorses, speechless.

So majestic! Even more majestic than the Royal Guard!

Television cameras were set up around the square, their lenses pointed at the Knights Templar, at Augustus, and at the angels flying in the sky.

At this moment, the same image was playing on screens throughout the entire goblin world.

Emperor Haru stood on the viewing platform.

He wore a dark blue robe, a crown on his head, and held a scepter in his hand.

Behind him stood a dozen ministers, dressed in various official robes, looking at the Templar Knights in the arena.

Haru's gaze fell on the Knights Templar, his expression calm, but his fingers clenched tightly on his scepter.

The Knights Templar are the army of the High Court, not the Empire.

Their loyalty belongs to the supreme god, not to the emperor.

The angel legion flew out from the clouds.

Twenty fallen angels, expressionless, swooped down from the sky and hovered above the square, the wind from their flapping wings ruffling the goblins' hair and clothes.

The Greywings followed behind, flying low and skimming over the goblins' heads, stirring up a cool breeze.

The goblins tilted their heads back, mouths agape, eyes following the angels, their necks circling around and around.

Augustus raised his right hand, and the noise in the square stopped.

The angels landed on the church roof, folded their wings, and crouched beside the statues like a row of silent sentinels.

"Knights Templar, show your devotion to the great and supreme God!" Augustus's voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it.

A thousand Templar Knights drew their swords at the same time.

The sound of the swords being drawn was synchronized, like a person pulling out a sword.

The platinum blade gleamed with golden light, which shone on the knights' faces and into their young eyes.

They raised their shields with their left hands, and the emblems on the shields lit up, golden light emanating from the emblems and converging on the knights' chests.

The knights in the first row spurred their warhorses.

The warhorse set off, its hooves thundering as it pounded the stone pavement, sending sparks flying.

They ran from the east side of the square to the west side, and then from the west side back to the east side.

The golden patterns on the armor shimmered in the sunlight, and the light on the sword blade left a long trail.

The goblins held their breath; no one spoke, only the sound of horses' hooves and the wind could be heard.

The knights in the second row joined in.

Third row, fourth row...

A thousand knights ran in the square, maintaining their formation and spacing.

They are like a precision machine, with every part in the right place.

The goblins watching praised the performance, but their eyes revealed disappointment.

Although the Templars were highly trained and moved in perfect unison, ordinary soldiers could do the same.

If that's all there is to it, then it's not even as good as the Royal Guard. At least the Royal Guard has magic-powered mechs and magic-powered tanks...

But soon, they showed expressions of shock.

"May the Holy Light protect you!"

The lead knight shouted.

A thousand knights simultaneously raised their swords, the tips pointing to the sky.

Golden light shot out from the sword blade, converging in mid-air to form a huge pillar of light.

The beam of light was very thick, as thick as ten people could hug, rising from the square and piercing the sky.

The beam of light pierced through the clouds, revealing the blue sky behind them.

The beam of light dispersed, transforming into countless tiny golden specks that drifted down from the sky.

Spots of light fell on the knights' armor, shields, and sword blades...

The armor shone brighter, the shield shone brighter, and the sword blade shone brighter.

The light fell on the warhorse, and even more golden specks appeared in its mane.

The light fell on the goblins, on their hair, shoulders, and the backs of their hands.

They looked down and watched the points of light dance on their skin, feeling warm and cozy, like soaking in lukewarm water.

The lead knight shouted again.

"The Supreme God!"

A thousand knights echoed the shout.

"The Supreme God!"

The sounds came like a tidal wave, one after another, each higher than the last.

They held up their swords, the light on the blades growing brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling.

The light shot out from the sword blade, converged in mid-air, and condensed into a huge phantom.

A black robe, a blurred face, and sunken eyes.

It is none other than "N'Zoth, the Supreme God"!

The square fell silent.

The goblins all gaped, their eyes wide, and held their breath.

This is... a miracle?!

Some people's legs went weak, and they knelt on the ground to pray devoutly. A child pointed to the sky and shouted "Most High God".

The phantom didn't move; it simply hovered in mid-air, looking down at the tiny goblins below.

Its eyes were sunken and had no pupils, but everyone felt that it was looking at them.

The phantom dispersed, transforming into countless tiny golden specks of light that drifted down from the sky and landed on each goblin.

The light spots were warm, and when they fell on my skin, it felt like being embraced by the sun.

Some people's old injuries no longer hurt, some people's knees no longer ache, and some people's eyes have become brighter.

An old woman knelt on the ground, her hands clasped together, tears streaming down her face.

"The Most High God... The Most High God, protect us..."

The child stood beside her, looking up at the golden specks of light falling on the back of her hand and into her wrinkles.

The child reached out to catch the specks of light, which landed warmly in his palm.

The military parade is over.

The goblins remained standing there, unwilling to leave. Their faces still bore the shock and emotion from just moments before, and their eyes shone even brighter.

Many people witnessed the extraordinary manifestation for the first time and felt the power of the holy light for the first time.

They had heard about it from others or seen it on TV before, but it was completely different from their own personal experience.

That warmth, that feeling of being watched, that awe rising from the bottom of one's heart—these cannot be conveyed through a screen.