Chapter 104: What We Want You To Do

The Yingguo national church has two Grand Archbishops.

One is the York Grand Archbishop, the other is the Canterbury Grand Archbishop.

The York Grand Archbishop's rank is slightly lower than that of the Canterbury Grand Archbishop, making him the number‑two figure.

The Canterbury Grand Archbishop is the highest clergy of the Yingguo national church, and traditionally he also crowns the Yingguo monarch.

His status is comparable to that of the Pope.

At this moment.

In the Canterbury diocese, within the Grand Archbishop's palace adjoining Canterbury Cathedral.

Grand Archbishop Benson is handling affairs; the pen in his hand lifts and falls, pausing here and there as if in thought.

Until hurried footsteps at the door brought in a nun:

"Grand Archbishop, you must go see it quickly!"

"An angelic aura has descended upon the diocese under Bishop Thompson!"

"What?!" Benson's previously calm complexion changed instantly, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Are you sure?!"

The nun nodded: "This is the answer given by the holy relic!"

"Sss." Benson inhaled, his face as gloomy as water.

As Grand Archbishop, he naturally knows what Thompson and his group have done, and he has even offered some assistance.

But he does so not for himself, but for Great Britain.

If the potion they are researching can be mass‑produced and dramatically reduce side effects, then giving it to Britain's soldiers will vastly boost their combat power and enable a single stroke to seize the world!

When that time comes, the Sun‑Never‑Sets Empire will truly be the Sun‑Never‑Sets Empire!

Yet acting for this purpose already deviates from the Lord's mercy and love...............

Benson can only conceal it as much as possible before success, keeping it hidden from the world, but now… an angelic aura has descended?!

Doesn't that mean… the Lord is displeased with their actions?!

It's over.

Benson's forehead sweats fine droplets as his mind races wildly, pondering a way out.

He looks up: "Notify all Bishops and Knight Commanders, and come with me.........."

His words cut off abruptly—not because he lacks what to say, but because he feels an immensely powerful force rushing toward here!

It's not an angel, but a… aura from the East!

Benson instantly turns his head to look out the window.

In the sky, a golden streak of light slices through the clouds.

Benson squints and sees a towering eastern giant dragon racing toward the cathedral!

Its body shines with Golden Light, its scales glittering in the sun, and as its dragon whiskers sway, even the air trembles.

Even more shocking—standing atop the dragon's head is a young man with black hair!

"Stop him!"

Several guard Knights spring upward, their silver armor flashing, holy swords raised.

Yet before they can close in, the dragon swings its tail—

Boom!

The Knights are swept away like kites with cut strings, crashing through distant buildings as smoke and dust rise.

"Holy Light Judgment!"

Several priests jointly cast a holy spell, a blazing white pillar of light descending from the heavens to strike the young man's head!

However, the Holy Light that can cleanse demons, the moment it touches the youth—

vanishes silently!

As if the Lord is protecting him?!

Benson's pupils contract sharply.

The young man ignores everyone, riding the dragon straight to the cathedral's apex.

The dragon coils atop the spire, its claws gripping stone carvings, while the youth leaps lightly and lands before the cathedral's main entrance.

He doesn't even glance at the surrounding clergy in tight formation, merely leaving a calm remark:

"All come in."

His voice is soft, yet it thunders like a sudden lightning in each person's ear.

Benson stares at the youth's silhouette, his mind filled with uneasy doubt.

How can this Eastern man dare such arrogance? Just because of that dragon?

The dragon's aura is indeed mighty, but at most it matches only a Grand Archbishop like him.

And here,............ besides him, there are Round Table Knights of comparable strength stationed!

"Go." Benson turns his head and whispers to the nun: "Notify the Round Table Knights; let any who can come, come."

The nun hurried away.

Benson takes a deep breath, smooths his clerical robe, and strides toward the Church.

He wants to see—

what this Eastern youth truly intends!

When Benson reaches the high altar inside the Church, it is already filled with all manner of clergy.

Seeing his arrival, they part to make a path, allowing him to advance forward.

"May I ask what brings you here? Or perhaps you simply wish to cause trouble among us?"

"No, no, no." The Eastern youth sat in front of the cross, back turned to them, and only when he heard his footsteps did he stand up and turn his head toward him.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Yu Lin."

"You may also call me Saint Yu Lin."

"Saint Yu Lin?" Benson heard his wildly arrogant words, narrowed his eyes, but kept a smile on his face:

"Who bestowed the holy title upon you? Or... is this something you decided yourself?"

"Do you know this is an act of profane offense?"

Although he kept smiling, his address changed from "Your Excellency" to "you", indicating his displeasure toward Yu Lin.

"You'll know later," Yu Lin did not answer his question, but raised three fingers: "I am here today to do three things."

"First, Exorcism cases may be charged, but not arbitrarily, and not at exorbitant prices."

"Second, all participants in the experiment, after being captured, will be tried one by one."

"Third, the final point, also the most important."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, finally meeting Benson's eyes:

"From today onward, any actions stemming from malicious thoughts will receive no response from Heaven, no response from Holy Power."

"Even the Holy Power he previously possessed will be lost as well."

"Don't try to find loopholes; I trust you know what should be done and what should not, that's it."

As Yu Lin's words fell, the entire Church erupted in a sudden uproar.

"Has this Eastern man gone mad?"

"Who does he think he is? How dare he presumptuously claim to meddle with Holy Power!"

"Profane! This is blatant profanity!"

Voices of debate rose and fell, the clergy's faces filled with anger and disbelief.

"Silence!" Benson bellowed, his voice bearing the pressure of Holy Power, and the Church fell silent instantly.

His smile vanished completely, replaced by cold fury:

"As for the experiment, the Church will thoroughly investigate and judge, but—"

He stepped forward, his white robe moving without wind: "What right do you have to set rules here? Who do you think you are?"

"Could the angel that just appeared be related to you?"

"But I tell you, even angels have no authority to interfere with the granting of Holy Power!"

Yu Lin, hearing this, simply tilted his body slightly, raising his hand toward the cross behind him:

"Ask him yourselves."

Benson was startled, instinctively looking where his finger pointed—

Buzz!

The cross suddenly burst forth with dazzling light!

The sacred radiance flowed like water, instantly filling the entire Church.

Everyone felt an indescribable aura descend, benevolent and generous yet also oppressive, causing their knees to weaken uncontrollably!

A solemn yet gentle voice resonated directly in each person's mind:

"What he says is what I want you to do."

The voice was not loud, yet it shook everyone's spirit!

Benson trembled all over, his legs giving way as he knelt to the ground.

He looked up in disbelief at Yu Lin, seeing the Eastern youth bathed in Holy Light, his expression as calm as before.

At that moment, he finally understood—

The youth before him who called himself "Saint Yu Lin" was not here to negotiate.

He came as a messenger to deliver the Divine Oracle!