Chapter 100: Begin the Cleanup

"I... we took her away, just... just to let her devote herself to the Lord, and that's all."

When Yu Lin asked, Yalina's forehead broke out with pea‑sized beads of sweat; although she was extremely frightened inside, she still did not reveal their true purpose.

"Alas, there's no cure," Yu Lin sighed.

"Dragon Lord, it's yours."

"No problem."

Then, within Yalina's line of sight, the Dragon Lord's figure materialized, meeting her with dragon eyes, and said:

"Speak the truth."

Yalina's panicked expression vanished in an instant, turning blank, her mouth opening and closing:

"We are conducting an experiment—a experiment that can extend the living's lifespan severalfold, an experiment that can resurrect the dead."

"Therefore we need many people as experimental subjects."

"The bishop assigned to oversee this experiment is a kind man; he refuses to use our citizens as subjects, so we took matters into our own hands and went to another country."

"For example, the Eastern Qing Dynasty, Southeast Asia, India, and so on—on the surface we went to preach, gathered many converts, then we said we would bring them here for baptism to become true believers, but in reality we used them for experiments."

"Our research has so far achieved........"

"Stop, no need to say that," the Dragon Lord cut her off, murderous intent already flashing in his eyes:

"Your bishop........ hmm, no, who plotted this experiment?"

"Tell me everything you know."

Yalina immediately replied:

"All I know is Bishop Fred Thomson, but in fact I think this experiment is being driven by the Canterbury Archbishop together with several other new sects."

"Because it's not only our national church; other sects are also conducting experiments and even exchanging information, having held several conferences."

"I also participated in one, where I met a bishop who came from the Catholic Church; he explained to me..........."

"Enough."

The Dragon Lord didn't let her continue, but turned his head toward Yu Lin:

"Yu Lin, you know what to do now, right?"

"Of course," Yu Lin nodded.

"We must begin the great cleaning."

He gestured toward the spot where Lu Ying stood, looking bewildered, and called:

"Sister, come over, come over, I have some questions for you."

Lu Ying met his gaze, slowly stepping forward until she stood before him, then whispered:

"Did you also come from the Great Qing?"

Yu Lin shook his head: "No."

"Alright, not about me; where did you escape from?"

"Take me there."

"Huh?" Lu Ying looked up, meeting his eyes, glancing again: "Brother, are you alone?"

"They have many people!"

"These three guys are just ordinary among them; a few days ago I saw that person bow to someone fully armored!"

"And the armored one bowed to someone in clerical robes!"

She raised her hand, pointing at Delun, who lay on the ground foaming at the mouth, and urged:

"We should run and find more allies!"

"Otherwise we can flee to other countries and expose what they've done!"

Yu Lin saw her fearful and worried expression, lifted his hand to rub her hair, then pointed at the Dragon Lord and laughed:

"I'm strong."

"If you don't believe me, look—who is it?"

Lu Ying looked at the Dragon Lord: "Dragon?!"

Yu Lin nodded: "Yes, dragon."

"One Dragon Lord can beat a whole group of them!"

Hearing that, the Dragon Lord lifted his head:

"Little child, listen carefully—when Dragon Lord moves a finger, I can wipe them out!"

"No need to worry we can't defeat them."

"That guy has the biggest backing in the West."

It patted Yu Lin's shoulder.

Seeing their confidence, Lu Ying gritted her teeth and resolved: "I'll take you there!"

"Very good," Yu Lin snapped his fingers, his gaze falling again on Yalina and Delun beside him:

"Dragon Lord, take them as well."

"Alright."

Suburbs.

A gray, drab Church stood silently at the street corner.

Its outer wall was covered in ivy, bricks mottled, the cross atop the spire long faded; from afar it looked like an old building abandoned by time.

At the Church entrance, a few elderly nuns with silver hair leisurely swept fallen leaves, moving slowly as if even time had slowed around them.

Occasionally passing pedestrians were also elderly folks with canes, trembling as they entered, sitting on the bench to pray silently, then trembling out again.

As for the hurried young travelers? They wouldn't even glance at this Church—after all, London has so many grand, newly built Churches; who would deliberately come to pray at a near‑rural little chapel like this?

It simply exists in quiet, with no one inquiring about it, and… no one doubts it.

This Church is not that simple.

Its underground has long been remodeled; once you enter the Church, go to the back and follow the hidden passage down, you can see down there those unseen people, the unforgivable… sins.

Of course.

The prerequisite is to deal with the two fifth‑rank Knights guarding the entrance.

One is named Ruilier, the other is Tanpulu.

The Knight Order is divided into twelve ranks from low to high; ranks below three are apprentice Knights, rank three are full Knights—only then can they be counted as true combat power—rank six are Grand Knights, rank nine are Knight Commanders, and ranks above nine are Knight Commanders.

In fact, aside from those three apprentice ranks, the others correspond one‑to‑one with the nine realms of the Qi‑refining cultivators.

However, Qi‑refining cultivators train themselves, insisting that all great power returns to the self, whereas Knights and Bishops, though they improve quickly, once they can no longer summon Holy Power from Heaven, they gradually lose combat ability until they become mortal!

At this moment.

Ruilier stretched lazily, his bones emitting a faint clacking sound.

Ruilier glanced at the brass wall clock.

"Guarding the night shift for a whole evening is exhausting; only an hour left before the change," he rubbed his sore neck and turned to look at his companion beside him:

"Tanpulu, want to grab a drink later? The Old John Tavern just received a batch of fine wine."

Tanpulu still kept a perfectly upright stance, his eyes unblinking fixed on the Church entrance ahead.

His right hand remained pressed on the silver short sword at his waist.

"We'll talk after the shift change," his voice was low and steady, just like him—always meticulous.

"You guy," Ruilier pursed his lips, pulling a Silver Coin from his pocket to fidget with.

The coin flipped deftly between his fingers.

"Relax, old buddy."

Ruilier tossed the Silver Coin into the air and caught it: "No one can discover this place, and no one dares to come."

"You and I, two fifth‑rank Knights together, unless a seventh‑rank intervenes, no one can breach our defense!"

"If a seventh‑rank steps in, the Bishop and the Knight Commanders will rush over."

Tanpulu opened his mouth, about to say something, when

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure descended from the heavens!

Boom—!!!

The entire Church collapsed in an instant, shards of stone and rubble falling like rain.

Tanpulu and Ruilier hadn't time to react before the invisible force pinned them to the ground, not even a finger could move!

"This… this is............" Ruilier strained to lift his head, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Above their heads, a Great Cauldron floated in mid‑air!