Chapter 215: Puppet

"Master, he's teasing you!"

The glove, having sensed God's aura and manifested of its own accord, said a line to Yu Lin.

"It's fine."

Yu Lin put on the glove and stared at the man opposite him:

"I'll teach him how to be a man right now."

The words fell.

He raised his hand again; this time it wasn't a golden hand seal, but—

A pure white, jade-like fist imprint descended from the heavens, its surface interwoven with dazzling golden patterns, as if tearing the entire night sky apart!

Where the fist imprint passed, space warped, time seemed to freeze, and all things dulled under its pressure!

The man narrowed his eyes, feeling the pure divine aura on the fist imprint, and said lightly:

"Just a false saint."

"All impostors will eventually receive the Lord's punishment."

"And I am the one chosen by the Lord to administer that punishment!"

He pressed his palms together and prayed devoutly.

A massive illusion materialized behind him, also raising a fist to contend with the earth-shattering fist imprint.

He looked up, a confident smile curling at his lips, as if he had already envisioned himself shattering the fist imprint.

But—

The next moment.

There was no earth-shaking collision sound, no shockwave of energy burst.

Yu Lin's fist imprint pierced the illusion like foam, casually crushing it.

No obstruction, no pause, as if the space ahead were empty.

Any existence before this fist imprint was as insignificant as dust.

The man opened his mouth wide, his voice struggling out of his throat:

"How... how is this possible? This is the power granted by the Lord!"

"Why?!"

No one responded.

Until the fist imprint landed.

In an instant, dazzling WhiteLight devoured heaven and earth, turning night into day.

All things lost color in this pure radiance, and time seemed to freeze eternally at that moment.

Only when the WhiteLight gradually faded did the night cautiously spread again.

The once-magnificent Judaism Church had become a field of ruins, and before the rubble lay the man who resembled a dead dog.

But he survived only because Yu Lin kept him alive to ask a few questions.

Just as Yu Lin was about to step forward, the worshippers who had been frozen in place surged forward, all blocking Yu Lin's path.

Yu Lin was about to advance, and the worshippers who had been standing still suddenly swarmed, all standing before him.

"Heretic! Leave the Holy ground!" a white-bearded elder shouted tremblingly.

Another young worshipper, with fanatic fury burning in his eyes, shouted loudly:

"Profane one! The Lord will bring judgment upon you!"

Yu Lin ignored them, his steps unhalted.

With each step forward, his footfalls hammered the worshippers' hearts like heavy hammers.

They did feel the pure divine aura, but refused to believe—this foreign preacher could receive the Lord's favor!

These carefully selected worshippers were utterly devoted; even when faced with such a Divine Miracle, they stubbornly guarded their faith.

Until Yu Lin reached them.

The man on the ground struggled to rise, supported by two worshippers.

He clenched his teeth and snarled resentfully:

"Why can you wield the Lord's power?!"

"Why?!"

When he asked, Yu Lin suddenly grinned: "Because what you use is false, and what I use is real."

"Enough, I truly have no patience to keep playing with you."

"Tell me, where does your power come from? Where is An Yu?"

The man gave no answer, only retorted: "Do you want to know?"

"If you tell me where your power originates, I will answer your question."

"Come, let's make a trade."

"Of course, you could also choose to kill me and them; that way you won't get what you want, and after death you will fall into Hell!"

"........." Yu Lin was speechless.

Fall into Hell? Even the King of Hell has two spectators outside.

He waved his hand, and the worshippers flanking the man flew to both sides, landing with a chorus of wails.

Without support, the man fell again, lifted his head to meet Yu Lin's gaze, and the fear in his heart suddenly vanished, a fanatical smile spreading across his face:

"Come, kill me; after I die, my soul will ascend to Heaven."

"I will go before the Lord and recount your sins!"

"Take action! What are you still waiting for?!"

"No, no, no, I have no intention of killing you right now," Yu Lin shook his head and smiled lightly, saying:

"You don't want to spend your whole life serving God? As a nameless fellow?"

"Wait, and I'll satisfy you."

He raised his hand, placed it atop the man's head, and immediately began scanning the man's memories.

Just by looking, Yu Lin frowned slightly.

Because in the man's memories he was merely a superficial puppet; the person truly chosen by Judaism was someone else.

And that person was not here either.

Yu Lin released the man, turned, and left a sentence:

"From today onward, you are called Nameless, all your actions will stem from compassion for humanity, everything you do will be a good deed, and you will, as you said, spend your life serving God."

The words fell silent.

The man struggled to rise, the frenzy in his eyes dissipated, replaced by clear clarity.

He straightened his tattered robes, and solemnly said to Yu Lin's receding back:

"I will faithfully follow your instructions."

"Isn't that just brainwashing?"

Yu Lin can do it too, and does it even better.

"Now, go see that guy."

He flickered, disappearing in an instant.

Satan and Beelzebub, still watching the scene, hurriedly followed.

On the ground, Taifu gritted his teeth, struggled for a moment, then decided to follow and see what was happening.

Thus, they followed Yu Lin to an oasis.

In this oasis there were no other structures, only one that looked plain and nowhere near as magnificent as the previously grand Church.

And in front of the Church, a dozen or so people were seated.

Seen from above, the seats of those dozen people surrounded the central figure, forming a hexagram formation.

The central person wore a Judaism robe and was chanting something.

Only when Yu Lin arrived did he slowly open his eyes, look at Yu Lin, and say softly:

"You've come, I........."

Before he could finish, Yu Lin raised his hand and snatched him, "What gibberish are you saying?"

"I have no interest in listening to you."

Saying that, he was about to directly view the memory.

But at the moment he was about to act,

the hexagram necklace hanging on his chest suddenly glowed, rescuing him from Yu Lin's grasp and sending him ten meters away.

"Ha, not bad," Yu Lin said with a hint of interest, his gaze landing on the hexagram necklace at his chest.

This differed from the previous man's counterfeit; this hexagram necklace truly bore the aura of God!

"Please allow me to introduce myself first," the man said lightly, holding the hexagram in his hand.

"Lost wanderer, you may call me—Messiah."