I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Of course, Li Lin did not consider himself a golden glitterer who would be hung on a street lamp, but rather a people's capitalist who creates productive value.

Li Lin quickly grew tired of the monotonous scenes on the entertainment street. He walked through the red-light district, which was constantly soliciting customers, and came to another block shrouded in gray mist.

Upon smelling an aroma similar to that of Walden Pond, Li Lin's spirits immediately lifted.

Mr. Li, who is keen on courting death and causing trouble, is itching to get his hands dirty.

The industrial fog in Vienna was unusually thick in this area; not all places are like London... and what Li Lin was encountering in Vienna was clearly the headquarters of some mysterious organization.

Before he could make a further decision, several more burly men came up from behind and silently stood behind him, grabbing him up.

This time, instead of throwing Li Lin out the back door, they dragged him directly into the neighborhood.

Doesn't this plot development seem a little familiar...?

They drove through smoke and haze until they stopped in front of a small shack. Someone opened the door and threw Li Lin inside.

Several sharp-eyed men were sitting inside, one of whom was an old acquaintance.

—Franz Clark, First Sergeant of the Vienna Police Department, an official Blade Aspect Transcendent.

Oh no, it's the cops!

Li Lin was forced into a chair, while three detectives from the Vienna police station stared intently at him.

Franz took a document from the oil paper bag beside him and placed it on the table.

"Name?"

"The Poem on the Locust Tree"

"Aren't you called Abraham?!" Franz raised his voice slightly, then, as if remembering something, added two strokes to the file with a cold smile.

"age."

"I'm 24 years old and a student," Li Lin answered truthfully.

"24 years old... looks a bit old." The detective on the other end of the line said in a low voice, "And you actually dared to say you're a student? Why don't you just say you're a professor?"

"How did you know I'm a professor?" Li Lin asked sarcastically. "That's right, I am the Vice Headmaster of Hogwarts and Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Just as the group was about to engage in a heated exchange, Franz coughed lightly and tapped the table, signaling them to continue asking questions.

"gender?"

Li Lin glanced at the three of them sideways: "You all have my files in your hands, yet you're putting on this show. Are you deliberately trying to make fun of me?"

Master Li stood up and pretended to take off his pants: "Do you want me to take them off and show you?"

The other two official superhumans exchanged a glance, both seeing displeasure in each other's eyes, regarding Li Lin, who was not cooperating with the police, as a tough nut to crack.

Franz coughed, his eyes turning sharp: "Anyway, Key Hunter, you've cooperated with us a few times, so I won't talk to you about a bright future..."

"The reward is still one of three options—a rare item, pounds, or ancient Spentrian coins."

Li Lin suddenly realized: No wonder these people recognized me so well, it turns out I used to be a lackey of the government?

Seeing that Li Lin did not answer immediately, Franz nodded:

"Since you haven't made any other requests, we'll stick to the old way and settle accounts in Spindrian coins... All you have to do is help us scout the way."

Franz took out a detailed map of Vienna from another file folder, intending to explain the mission to Li Lin, when the last agent suddenly reached out, signaling Franz to stop.

"What's wrong, Brown?"

A young official superhuman named Brown Abner seemed quite indignant at Li Lin: "We are the Vienna Police Department. Please correct your attitude! As civilian superhumans, who knows if you have ever committed a crime?"

Pop, pop, pop.

Li Lin patted his belly: "Look at you, my old buddy, what a righteous policeman you are, but you are really naive... especially after you became a superhuman."

Li Lin leaned forward slightly, his expression enigmatic: "Do you want to know why?"

For reasons unknown, the other two policemen said nothing and just watched Li Lin spout nonsense.

"Why?" Brown asked instinctively.

"Many things in the world are not purely black and white, but I like the delicate gray. Walking in gray makes me feel the most comfortable."

Li Lin's gaze was deep: "Xiao Bu, you're still young. You can't handle the deep waters here. Let your uncle handle it. Your uncle can handle it."

Brown was so angry at that look that he almost had a brain freeze. If the two veteran officers next to him hadn't held him back, he probably would have jumped over from behind the table.

Left with no other choice, another officer had to temporarily take Brown away.

“Brown is a promising young man. Young people are always a bit impulsive.” Franz shook his head, pondered for a moment, and spread the map out on the table. “Our target is this cult called the Holy Wounds Society.”

"You can probably guess what they mean just by their name—that's right, they are a secret organization that follows the path of revelation, and in their parishes, the faith in the martyr Saint Agnes is prevalent."

Franz gave a brief introduction to Saint-Agnes.

This was a female nun from Bohemia, known as Saint Agnes or Saint Agnes. In order to prove her love for "the Lord," she devoutly practiced asceticism, even to the point of martyrdom by opening seven wounds in her body.

“The church and we are not related, but to maintain a parish, someone must worship and donate. If there is no donation, then we can only steal, rob, and cheat.”

"As fellow extraordinary beings who follow the Enlightenment, you should know these things better than I do."

As extraordinary beings who have attained enlightenment, they are inherently difficult to be bound by worldly laws.

The wounds bring them pain, but they also give them power. This power enables them to become the best thieves and burglars, who don't even need to lift a finger to take what belongs to them. They can simply sit at home, open a door, and steal things from who knows how far away.

Qi Xiang's extraordinary abilities are both strong and fast, making him nothing more than a scoundrel.

Franz briefly explained the location of the Holy Wounds Church parish, hoping that Li Lin could infiltrate it to gather information and, during the subsequent raid, disrupt the group of Enlightenment cultists from the periphery.

Anyway, they didn't expect Li Lin to go in and unleash his full power, chopping up all those cultists.

"What if I chop them all up?" Li Lin deliberately brought up a sore spot.

“If you chop them all up… then you won’t have to choose one of the three rewards; you can have all three.” Franz smiled slyly, now truly resembling a Blade Aspect Transcendent.

Without saying a word, Li Lin got up and walked towards the door.

144 How can there be such a thing as 8 AM? (Annoyed)

Li Lin had considered going back to Forget-Me-Not for reinforcements and also healing that damned Sacred Wound Society, but why should others share the spoils when he could earn extra money on his own?

Under the gray haze of Vienna, a golden-purple twilight flickered and danced, instantly moving from the outer city in the southwest to the eastern city.

Both the East and West districts of Vienna are residential areas, but compared to the West district, the East district, which is closer to the mountains and rivers and has beautiful natural scenery, obviously has higher property prices.

Along the way, Li Lin, through his phantom-shifting technique, saw no fewer than ten churches.

"These people have so much spare cash." Li Lin thoughtfully noted down the characteristics of these wealthy people, planning to do some low-cost business at their homes if he ever needed money.

At the same time, Li Lin realized that his appearance was too handsome and would easily attract the attention of others, so he used [Mottled Mimicry] to create another face.

Gray, jagged moths flew out of the void, fluttering their wings and landing on Li Lin, covering every inch of his skin.

His body had strangely shrunk by a few centimeters, and he had greasy hair, a sharp face, piercing eyes, and pale, sallow skin. A black cloak hung down from his back, like a giant bat.

Li Lin twitched his lips, his voice deliberately hoarse: "Potter..."

This is the second identity recorded by [Mottled Mimicry]—Severus Snape.

As for whether Snape himself would be willing to be Li Lin's alter ego... Look, Snape himself hasn't said anything, so what are you saying?

Li Lin wrapped himself in a black cloak, his figure twisted strangely, and then appeared in front of the gate of the Holy Wounds Society.

Before the two burly guards at the door could react, he reached out and grabbed at the dark green tabletop in front of him, causing it to rise up.

A hawthorn wood magic wand fell into Li Lin's hands.

"The soul is out of body!"

Li Lin walked without stopping, brushing past the guards who stood motionless. He swept his left hand across the table, picked up the [Dementor] and the [Young Girl], and threw them into the open space in front of him.

The crisp sound of the latches opening was drowned out by the screams inside the chapel. Dark purple light deformed and expanded in the air, outlining the shape of a giant snake. The enormous little sister fell to the ground, her body swirling and coiling like a river. Before the panicked parishioners could react, they fainted under the little sister's terror.

With the younger sister providing cover, the Dementor, clad in a tattered black robe, leaped out of the void. Pure white frost and bone-chilling cold surged forth from beneath its robe, and everyone was slammed against the wall by the immense impact. The frosty white instantly covered every inch of the chapel.

The Dementor's pale, slender arm emerged from beneath its tattered black robe, with chilling frost clinging to its hem like vines, the black and white colors spreading wildly in the air.

The power of revelation and winter descended instantly upon the church of the Holy Wounds Society.

Those stained glass windows, towering load-bearing walls, and railings adorned with metal strips faded into nothingness in an instant.

However, even now, the superhumans of the Holy Wounds Society still haven't reacted. As superhumans who follow the Enlightenment, they couldn't possibly be completely unaware of this.

Li Lin raised his hand, and the little sister and the Dementor immediately looked at him in fear, lost their original forms, and turned into cards that Li Lin placed on the table.

Li Lin stepped over the bodies lying haphazardly on the ground and came to the high platform behind the pulpit. He looked around and then pointed his wand at the colorful wall painted with the "Pietà" picture.

"Araho Cave is open."

A grotesque rift appeared out of nowhere, extending downwards from the forehead of the merciful Virgin Mary, splitting her and the Christ Child into two grotesque halves.

This door wasn't opened by Li Lin's invisible magic, but rather by a scar that had been there not long ago.

A superhuman, using a blade or some other means, forcefully cleaved through the wall. After finishing his business and leaving, he casually sealed the wall back up, so that ordinary believers were completely unaware that their bishops, priests, and pastors had been slaughtered in their hometown.

The invisibility spell began to take effect, and the walls opened to both sides, like a seashell from which pearls had been removed. Li Lin stood at the doorway, gazing at the blood-stained dungeon.

The walls were splattered with blood that had gradually turned dark and congealed.

The priest, dressed in a dark purple robe, lay slumped against the railing, one of his ears cut off.