Chapter 103: Familiar Scent?

"No, you are a Demon!"

"I sense a fallen aura from you; you are not an Angel!"

Tang Mosen stared intently at the Twelve Wings behind Yu Lin, and his legs went weak uncontrollably.

Facing an Angel? It would be better to let him die outright!

But just as he was about to kneel and beg for mercy, an inexplicable aura suddenly emanated from Yu Lin—an aura of corruption that exists only in the deepest parts of Hell!

"I see.........." Tang Mosen's eyes suddenly lit up, and the fear on his face gradually gave way to ecstatic joy:

"You are not an Angel of Heaven! You are a Demon from Hell, disguised as an Angel!"

Once that thought arose, it grew wildly in his mind.

Indeed, it must be so! Those fallen shadows, that chilling evil aura… this is clearly a great Demon masquerading as an Angel!

In midair, Li Mu and Bu Laike suddenly found their mobility restored, and the two clumsily fell back to the ground, just in time to hear Tang Mosen's deduction.

"Damn Demon!"

Li Mu raised his longsword, and Holy Light flowed over the blade once more:

"Roll back to your Hell!"

Bu Laike shouted loudly, "Otherwise, be prepared to endure the Lord's punishment!"

Yu Lin gently shook his head, the shadows on the Wings flowing: "I am indeed not an Angel, but I am not a Demon either."

"However, that is not what you need to concern yourselves with."

"Now, answer me."

"How many people participated in these experiments?"

Tang Mosen and the other two exchanged a glance, then suddenly began chanting loudly in unison.

Prayer echoed over the ruins, and three holy pillars of light descended from the sky, about to pour onto them—

"Disperse."

Yu Lin casually raised his hand and pointed.

In an instant, the three descending holy lights were snuffed out like candles crushed by an invisible hand, vanishing without a trace!

Tang Mosen opened his mouth wide, and the Prayer abruptly stopped.

He stared in disbelief at the sky, now calm again, then looked at Yu Lin's composed face, as if it were a casual expression, while a bone‑chilling cold surged from his feet up his spine.

This... how could this be possible?!

Even a rank‑lord Demon of Hell could not so easily dispel the Holy Power sent down from Heaven!

Unless... he is which sovereign among Hell's kings?

Twelve Wings... he is Satan?!

Impossible! How could Satan care about their experiments? He would love the Human World to descend into chaos!

Then, what exactly is happening?

Tang Mosen could not understand.

Yu Lin gave him no chance to remain silent; he raised his hand and seized, and the three flew straight toward him, then thudded down, kneeling on the ground.

"How many participated?"

He locked eyes with them.

Finally, Li Mu and Bu Laike could no longer hold back, whispering, "Within the Knight Order..."

They listed every Knight Order that had taken part.

Except for a few that still steadfastly upheld the Knight spirit and firmly refused, the rest essentially joined, even if they outwardly declined, they participated covertly in various ways.

After all, few can bear the fear of death; the longer one lives, the more one fears death.

Yu Lin nodded, then turned to Tang Mosen: "And you?"

Tang Mosen gritted his teeth, intending to stay silent, refusing to speak even under death.

"Not saying, huh? Very well." Yu Lin nodded, turned to the basement, glanced inside, took out several bottles of experimental potion, and returned to Tang Mosen:

"Werewolf potion, randomly transforms a body part into a Werewolf; Blood Demon potion, each night induces uncontrollable urges to strip one's own skin; Ghoul potion, causes loss of sight and forces one to eat only rotting corpses..."

Tang Mosen suddenly said, "I'll take the Werewolf!"

"Who told you to choose? I'm going to use them all on you, open your mouth."

".........."

Tang Mosen watched Yu Lin open the potions, and recalling the Experimental Subjects who mutated after taking them, his mental defenses finally collapsed, and he shouted urgently:

"I say! It's the Canterbury Archbishop, and the Catholic..."

"If you'd said earlier, it would have…"

Yu Lin casually tossed the potions aside, about to say something, when he suddenly frowned.

Then he raised his hand, seized Tang Mosen, and groped inside his chest a couple of times.

He pulled out a small book!

Looking at the small book in his hand, Yu Lin sensed a very familiar aura, as if he had seen it not long ago... Ah!

Gai Yin!

The small book bears Gai Yin's aura!

Yu Lin asked Tang Mosen, "Where did you get it?"

"If you lie to me, I'll send you to Hell."

Tang Mosen dared not conceal, and quickly replied:

"I found it in an ancient cult! That cult was labeled a heretical sect three hundred years ago and was eradicated!"

"I didn't write this!"

"I know you can't write it, you don't have the ability." Yu Lin nodded, said no more, just thought to himself:

"What tricks did he pull? We'll talk about it later; for now, let's go clean up."

He rubbed his chin, shook his head, and didn't continue thinking about it.

He raised his hand and gave each of the three people in front a slap, after lulling them to sleep, he withdrew his power back into the ring, turned his head toward Old Dragon and said:

"Old Dragon, we're setting out; let's give them some rough work."

Old Dragon patted his chest: "No problem."

"Cauldron, come!"

Yu Lin immediately drove the cauldron to fly toward Old Dragon.

The next moment.

"Roar——!!!"

A earth-shaking dragon roar suddenly exploded, the entire ruins trembled in the sound wave!

As the cauldron and Old Dragon merged into one, its body suddenly swelled; the dragon's body, which was originally only arm-length, instantly expanded, and its scales refracted dazzling golden light in the sunlight.

The dragon's claws stepped on the ground, the earth instantly cracked, rubble floated up, and then under the dragon's might turned to powder!

The next moment it shot up into the sky, blocking out the sun, casting a shadow that covered the entire church ruins!

Yu Lin leapt up and landed steadily on Old Dragon's head.

He raised his hand and pointed forward:

"Old Dragon, we're going to Canterbury!"

"Hold on!" Old Dragon raised his head and let out a long roar, his body swayed, and a fierce wind rose!

Boom——!!!

The sonic boom cloud exploded behind it, the massive dragon body instantly broke the sound barrier, turning into a golden thunderbolt that shot toward Canterbury!

"Is this a dragon? Or a brother, or an angel?"

On the ground, Lu Ying stared blankly at the sky; only after the dragon's silhouette vanished at the horizon did she snap back to reality, turning to shout at those still immersed in the shock:

"Hurry up! Let's quickly leave this place!"