Early the next morning, the conference hall was packed.
Transportation in the Goblin World was convenient, with an extensive network connecting the entire empire. Airships, aircraft, steamships, and other means of transport were also available.
However, the archbishops from various regions knew why Augustus had summoned them. Yesterday's "descent of the angels" had already made the front page of the Empire Times.
Someone had recorded the entire breathtaking scene, and now that magnificent sight could be seen simply by turning on the television.
But Augustus's emergency summons could not have been solely because of that, could it?
The last time he had called them together was over something as significant as the Supreme God bestowing a supernatural cultivation method. What would be announced with such urgency this time?
Everyone was filled with anticipation.
Augustus wore a golden robe, a silver amulet around his neck, and a golden sword at his waist.
He set a spatial bag on the table.
"The Supreme God has delivered a new divine decree."
Augustus did not speak loudly, but everyone in the conference hall heard him clearly.
"Work hard to strengthen the faith of believers. Turn shallow believers into fanatics, fanatics into saints. Encourage childbirth and increase the population!"
The hall fell silent for a moment before a low buzz of discussion rose.
Cliff adjusted his glasses.
"Strengthen faith? True faith comes from the heart. It needs time to settle and deepen. It cannot be strengthened just because we say a few words."
Neg was even louder.
"Exactly. If talking is all it takes, then it's easy. I'll hold a few more concerts... I mean, sermons. I'll travel across the country preaching. That should raise faith a little too."
Victor twitched his lips.
"Give it a rest. The way you howl like ghosts and wolves