Chapter 619 Lili: I, the Chosen One

Chapter 619 Leaving me, the Chosen One

In the 16th century, under the leadership of King Henry VIII, the Anglican Church broke away from the Holy See and formed its own faction. With the rise of the empire, it spread to all parts of the world.

Because of this, the authority in the hands of the Archbishop of Canterbury is no less than that of the Pope, and only half a head lower than that of Queen Victoria——

According to the Supreme Act, the queen is the head of the Anglican Church and the head of Westminster Abbey. She can order Christians to take up arms, fight all battles, and punish all believers who break the law.

Of course, even Her Majesty the Queen will not ignore the Archbishop of Canterbury, because she is a secular leader, while the other party is a spiritual leader, and believers are distributed all over the world like the empire.

When the effect of the blockade receded, an old man nearly sixty years old walked in. Behind him were forty-four bishops, and these people instantly filled up the small restaurant.

If there were no spiritual waves in other eras, similar scenes would be impossible to happen, because each bishop is in charge of a territory that governs several cities and handles religious affairs.

But as the situation became serious, they rushed to Wudu to protect the heart of the entire Christian world.

During this period, no one spoke. The Archbishop of Canterbury scrutinized Lu Li carefully, and Lu Li also scrutinized this handsome old man with an extraordinary appearance. There was no sign of aging on his face, and his skin was so tight that the ladies felt ashamed.

Very extraordinary.

The two made a judgment in their hearts at the same time.

"The holy light just now was summoned by Your Excellency?"

As time went by, the Tongtianzhu had dissipated, but those who were lucky enough to witness this scene became the most devout believers. Only the pitifully small number of actors stopped what they were doing and came here, looking for a few chances—

Actors, a group of people who pursue a grand scene, are willing to become the savior admired by all and sacrifice their lives for it, but they don't mind being a despicable villain, provided that the benefits are sufficient.

If one day, the actor becomes a believer of a certain god, it is not to find some spiritual sustenance, but to enter a bottleneck period, and needs to take a shortcut to quickly gain strength.

Just like Lu Li saw in the library diaries left by some seniors, they believed in gods at first, and then started a new one, constantly usurping the authority of gods.

in short.

The cosplayers have no beliefs, if one has to be mentioned, it is strength.

"That's right."

Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, Lu Li whispered two syllables. He knew that the group in front of him would stir up huge waves in his heart, but he didn't care. Instead, he took this opportunity to continue thinking about his words.

Why can such a large-scale holy art be released easily?

It's impossible for the sky to drop a pie. If you pick up such a big bargain, how will you pay it back in the future?

In the past, Lu Li must have spent his mind on these issues, thinking hard about them, and all kinds of conspiracy theories flooded his mind.

But after all, people want to grow. Since there is a debt, use it first, and use it to maximize the benefits. As for when to repay the debt, how to repay it, and in what form, we will talk about it later.

After all, big shots never lack cannon fodder, let alone cultivate cannon fodder. Only when they become stronger can they have the value of cooperating with them.

While thinking about it, the Archbishop of Canterbury spoke again. He raised his arm and opened a fist with a flaming light cluster swaying on it.

"Sir, where did you learn your holy arts? Did I teach believers?" the archbishop asked.

"Self-study."

"Not even a believer."

Lu Li thought about it for a while and felt that the description was not accurate, so he added: "I once met a big man in your religion, talked to him in a dream, and later had the ability to summon holy light."

Detecting lies is one of the most basic divine arts, even low-level priests can do it, let alone the archbishop. Once he uses this sacred art, no one in the world can hide it.

The bishops at the back were skeptical about Lu Li's statement. The so-called big man could only be an omniscient and omnipotent God. God is willing to talk to a person who has no faith?

What a joke!

These humble servants worship God day and night, dedicate everything to Him, and exchange piety for a little bit of divine power.

And the man in front of him is not a believer, why did God give him power far beyond the world?

However, the polygraph magic showed that Lu Li had not lied, because once someone lied, the light cluster would change from pure white to dark black. If the color was light gray, it meant that the words were generally believable, but there were still doubts.

White and bright!

Lu Li's words passed the recognition.

The archbishop didn't question the above statement, he believed in himself, and also believed in the holy light that suddenly bloomed just now.

"Do you belong to any other sect?"

There are many people who believe in the Lord. Aside from those ugly and distorted evil sects, there are still many branches. Everyone works hard, acting as a shepherd, and persuading people to be good, but because they cannot reach unity on certain issues, had to separate.

Under everyone's attention, Lu Li shook his head and said frankly, "I'm a practical person. If I have to find one belief, it's strength."

In front of a group of bishops who are familiar with the Bible, it is a foolish thing to pretend to be a priest, because his understanding of Christ is limited to a few small stories, such as:

Moses divided the sea.

And it's not the original text, it's a vernacular story translated into a modern language.

The light cluster used for lie detection is still white.

Lu Li passed the test again, and some radical bishops were not willing to accept it. They felt it was extremely absurd.

However, no one can deceive the Archbishop of Canterbury unless he possesses the incomparable mental power to offset the divine power of detecting lies.

Who in the secular world can do this?

Because of this, some people felt dissatisfaction flowing in their hearts, but as the archbishop looked over, all those negative emotions were cut off.

No one would reject a man who could cast holy spells at will, even if he didn't have the slightest belief.

In addition, these powers come from the Lord, and no one can steal divine power without permission.

After thinking about these things, the eyes of the radical bishops became kinder. They regarded Lu Li as auspicious and came to spread their will.

Do not understand the scriptures? It doesn't matter, anyway, these can be made up for by learning the day after tomorrow.

"Your Excellency, do you need to perform any rituals to release the Holy Light? To the extent just now, I can do it too, but you have to prepare a lot in advance."

Since Lu Li is not a member of the church and does not believe in God, the Archbishop of Canterbury did not use any internal title to address him, but only used "Your Excellency" to show respect.

"There's no need for a ceremony, just read a paragraph." Lu Li said truthfully.

The white light ball became the best assisting tool. No one questioned the authenticity of Lu Li's words. It was because of this that people were surprised and incredible, and the bishops were in awe of the unknown.

No need to prepare, you can release a terrifying holy art just by saying it casually...

Even the Archbishop, who can get a glimpse of the future by calculating the specific return time of the spiritual wave, feels that the world is getting more and more crazy.

In order to increase his persuasiveness, Lu Li decided to give the group of bishops an impromptu performance in person.

Frankly speaking, there has never been such a paradoxical scene in the world. A group of bishop-level dignitaries surrounded an oriental man who didn't understand any scriptures to seek truth.

"Could you introduce to me some of the divine arts that your religion uses to expel evil and protect justice?"

Lu Li was all smiles.

Using one's own advantages to prostitute all kinds of magical spells for nothing is simply perfect.

And the Archbishop of Canterbury didn't mind being prostituted for nothing, and he was very much looking forward to the surprises this young man in front of him would bring to him.

So, he started dictating, and because he didn't add any divine power, so no vision appeared, he simply taught the spell, just like a tutor teaching a babbling child to speak.

"This is a holy spell recorded in the book of hymns, which can bring wealth, luck, and short-term but powerful protection to oneself."

"Thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy.

I will abide in Thy tabernacle forever, I will trust in the covert of Thy wings.

(You are my shelter, my solid tower against foreign enemies. I will live devoutly under your chapel, forever believing in the hidden power of your wings.)”

Even if Lu Li passed the polygraph test, the stakes were high, and the Archbishop of Canterbury had to rule out the possibility of one in ten million.

After teaching a spell, he didn't stop, and continued: "Nowadays, all kinds of weird existences living in people's hearts are appearing one after another, and they like to lie dormant in the dark..."

And Lu Li listened carefully.

Make bricks without straw.

With the help of mysterious power, he can say what he says, but he must know how to open it, right?

Just like the first holy spell that Lu Li mastered, it can calm people down and restore trauma. If it wasn't used by accident, he didn't know the specific effect.

This was even more so just now. If Lu Li knew that such a big commotion would be caused, it would be impossible for Lu Li to release it at will.

Although the first group to be attracted was a group of high-ranking priests, but there must be dark creatures eyeing this place.

After all, there are only a small number of weak chickens like devil dogs that can be killed at will, and the main theme of the exam has never changed:

Trembling, struggling, dying.

Of course, the soldiers came to cover up the water and the soil, and the most important thing right now was the magic of prostitution.

"So, when walking in the dark and encountering strange creature attacks, you can use the strongest shield to resist it. If there are mountains around you, the blessing you will get will be even stronger."

The old man did not hide his secrets, and said directly:

"The spell is: I set my eyes on the distant mountains, and from the mountains will come the power to help me."

After saying that, the contemporary Archbishop of Canterbury glanced at the unlucky coachman lying on the ground in ragged clothes, pushed his tortoiseshell glasses, and said in a deep voice:

"If you want to save the cursed person, there is no need to use that kind of grand magic."

"Of course, it may not take much energy for you."

Speaking of this, the old man shook his head. As the bishop with the most believers in the world and the most devout servant of the Lord, he didn't care about comparisons. He just wanted to be a teacher, just a reminder.

"You say."

With so many skills that don't overwhelm one's body, it's not good to be able to prostitute one more skill for nothing?

Therefore, Lu Li humbly asked the Archbishop for advice.

"Place your hand on the chest of those in need and say: My Lord, lift up your shield for me, and with my glory, drive the pain out of my mind."

"If you don't do that and just chant the mantra, the chant will get positive blessings himself."

Psalms have many functions, helping people wash away their sins, make people successful in business, help babies come safely into the world, and protect themselves and others from evil.

But the archbishop is not willing to teach it for the time being. He thinks that three divine spells are enough, and when Lu Li can successfully cast them, we will talk about the follow-up.

Seeing this, Lu Li didn't bother.

"I set my sights on the mountains far away, and from them the power to help me will come."

A low groan sounded.

Lu Li read the shortest sentence, and in an instant, the white holy flame enveloped him, jumping up and down like a pet to please its master, showing full vitality.

succeeded?

Someone shouted wildly in their hearts, it wasn't that the bishop had no concentration and little knowledge, in fact, it was because he knew a lot that he was overwhelmed by Lu Li's understatement.

According to the procedure, when reciting this psalm, one must turn his gaze to a place with mountains in the distance, and Lu Li looked at the archbishop——

He has white hair and a childlike face, and his face is smooth, which has nothing to do with the vertical and horizontal ravines.

The most important thing is that Lu Li said it without emotion, and this completely subverted the cognition!

The choir is a singing fellowship dedicated to praising God. They use their singing to borrow their divine power, as do the bishops.

Only Lu Li, an outlier, can release his skills to this level with just a few words:

At this moment, several bishops who were relatively close couldn't bear the scorching of the holy flame, and raised their protective shields.

"Your Excellency did not receive systematic learning, but you can release the holy art to this level, which is a miracle."

The Archbishop of Canterbury calmed down and praised. After witnessing the whole process, he felt that there was no need to release the remaining two magic spells. Doing so was purely a waste of precious time.

"Would you like to go to St. Paul's Cathedral? There is the most complete scripture in the world, which records countless holy spells..."

"I believe that after a period of self-study, you will gain something and master a powerful divine technique that even I have never heard of."

According to what Lu Li said earlier, he is a person who pursues power. Therefore, the Archbishop of Canterbury prescribes the right medicine, hoping to use this method to gradually make him close to himself.

It's a pity that Lu Li, who had just obtained a brand new power, immediately became active. He immediately thought of Officer Wensley, Miss Meacham, and the corner cafe that disappeared.

We have to find a way to get the place back.

So, Lu Li told the Archbishop of Canterbury about his experience. Isn't this kind old man just a ready-made tool?

Being old, knowledgeable, and high-status, he must know secrets that ordinary people have never heard of.

Frankly speaking, before Jack the coachman has any problems, Lu Li intends to check Wensley's situation first. If he really needs to rescue him, he should ask Holmes. He is knowledgeable and should be able to help——

Without Pan Ming's participation, there is a high probability that Holmes will not refuse to cooperate in the investigation.