I, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, am being kept by the state.

Looking at Wilson's calm, almost indifferent face, Jackson felt a surge of powerlessness.

He knew he couldn't persuade the old man who had already dedicated his soul to the gods.

"The FBI won't let you get away with this."

Jackson lowered his voice, making a final effort.

"Those people on Capitol Hill will not tolerate an uncontrolled 'god' appearing on this land."

Upon hearing this, Wilson's mocking smile deepened.

"They will soon realize that it is not a matter of whether they can tolerate God, but whether God is willing to tolerate them."

Before the words were finished, a screeching sound of brakes and heavy footsteps came from the end of the street.

Several black armored vehicles violently smashed through the roadblocks, completely blocking the church square in a fan shape.

The car door opened, and soldiers dressed in dark combat uniforms, carrying assault rifles, jumped out of the vehicle. Their movements were uniform, their eyes were cold, and they exuded a metallic, murderous aura.

Leading the group was a burly white man with a general's star on his shoulder. He didn't even glance at Jackson, but walked straight to the front and took a megaphone from his adjutant.

"I am General Stryker, the Special Operations Commander."

His voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Listen up, people inside, your actions have been classified as terrorist activities."

"Now, I'm giving you sixty seconds to get out of the church, kneel down, and put your hands behind your heads."

"Otherwise, we will take all necessary measures to eliminate the threat."

Jackson's face turned ashen instantly, and he rushed towards Stryker.

"General! This area is under the FBI's jurisdiction! You have no right to interfere!"

Stryker finally glanced at him.

"Chief Jackson, the president signed an emergency authorization five minutes ago."

"Now, I'm in charge here."

He raised his wrist, glanced at his tactical watch, and said, "You have forty-five seconds. You can leave with your men, or... stay and die with them."

"You're insane!"

Jackson roared, "There are many ordinary citizens inside!"

"From the moment they began to believe in evil gods, they ceased to be 'ordinary citizens'."

Stryker coldly replied, "Thirty seconds."

Inside the church, the believers became restless.

Faced with an army armed with real guns and ammunition, the fear of death overwhelmed their piety.

Some people started crying, and some collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way.

"High Priest...we..."

Tom's voice was trembling.

Wilson did not turn around. He simply closed his eyes slowly, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and the Dragon Slave Mark on his forehead seemed to sense his master's intentions, beginning to emit a faint light that was barely perceptible to the naked eye.

"My Lord, Dragon God..."

He prayed softly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every believer, miraculously soothing their inner fears.

"Your lamb is being hunted by wolves."

"Your illustrious name is being blasphemed by mortals."

"If you can hear me, please punish me or grant me divine grace..."

"...Let these ignorant people witness firsthand what a miracle truly is!"

Stryker glanced at his watch, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Time's up."

He suddenly swung his arm downwards.

"Fire!"

"No!"

Jackson's eyes were bloodshot.

Dozens of tear gas canisters, trailing white smoke, whistled towards the church entrance.

Immediately afterwards, a barrage of rubber bullets rained down.

However, at this critical moment...

hum-

A faint, almost inaudible buzzing sound came from Wilson's forehead.

The golden Dragon Slave Seal suddenly lit up!

A soft golden light, like ripples on water, spread out from in front of him and instantly enveloped the entire church entrance.

All the incoming tear gas grenades and rubber bullets, upon contact with the light barrier, seemed to sink into viscous amber, their speed drastically reduced, and then were gently pushed aside by an invisible and gentle force, falling to the ground with a clattering sound. Not a single one could cross the line.

The entire square was deathly silent.

All the soldiers stopped firing, staring blankly at the supernatural scene before them.

Stryker's smirk froze, replaced by deep shock and disbelief.

"What...what the hell is this?!"

Jackson was stunned. He looked at the golden light screen that exuded a sacred aura, and then at Wilson, who stood solemnly like a representative of the gods. Deep in his heart, the last bit of rationality belonging to the FBI was completely crushed.

miracle……

This is a miracle!

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Earth.

Inside the Kunlun Laboratory.

Qian Youmin stood in front of a huge holographic projection, his expression excited, his eyes bloodshot, but his spirit was more vigorous than ever before.

"The insights into sex and reason offered by the Dragon Lord are the very source code of the universe!"

His voice echoed in the empty conference room.

"Our previous approach was to build a nuclear reactor and simply release energy. But now, what we need to do is develop an operating system!"

"Based on the Five Elements framework: Metal is sharp, Wood is nourishing, Water is gentle, Fire is fiery, and Earth is substantial. Each attribute represents a rule-based algorithm. We are no longer releasing energy, but... executing commands!"

Sun Mingde slapped his thigh excitedly.

"I understand! The annihilation effect before was because we haphazardly compressed all the dragon energy of all attributes together, causing a conflict in the rules and ultimately resulting in a 'program crash'!"

"That's right!"

Qian Youmin pointed to a complex, constantly rotating model in the holographic projection, "So, the core is splitting and compiling!"

Just then, a young researcher suddenly raised his hand, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Professor Qian, Professor Sun... I have a conjecture."

"We've been studying the storage and release of energy, but is it possible... that the 'Dragon Slave Seal' bestowed by the Dragon Lord is itself a quantum communication node over a distance?"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

All eyes were drawn to the quiet dragon-shaped necklace on the main control panel.

A few seconds later, Li Chen's authoritative and indifferent voice rang out.

"Can."

That single word was like a thunderclap, exploding in the minds of all the scientists!

Qian Youmin's breathing became rapid instantly.

"Coordinates...it's a living coordinate system!"

He whirled around and rushed to the control panel. "Quick! Connect to Reactor One, switch to the water-attribute array, set the power to minimum, target... lock onto all active Dragon Slave Seals!"

"What are we supposed to do?"

Sun Mingde followed, his heart pounding.

"Delivering a package!"

A crazed glint flashed in Qian Youmin's eyes: "A trans-Pacific, targeted, rules-based delivery!"

hum-

The modified reactor was restarted, but this time, there was no violent surge in energy readings. Instead, soft, aquamarine light flowed through the core array, eventually converging into the central spiritual liquid.

"Report! North American coordinates successfully captured! Strongest signal from the individual codenamed 'Priest'!"

"Energy compilation complete! The rule of 'Water'—'Guardian'—has been loaded!"

"Establish a long-distance connection..."

"Connection successful!"

Qian Youmin took a deep breath, looked at the bright red dot on the screen that represented Wilson, and uttered two words slowly and deliberately.

"delivery."