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

"Damn it, why do they all have such formal titles, but I don't have any!" the King Killer roared in fury.

"You want the title of 'Fat Angel'? I can give it to you that way too," Talulah grumbled from the side.

Count Stallenberg stared blankly at Li Lin: "Then who are you?"

“Of course, it’s God’s own son, the savior…” Li Lin laughed. “Did you think I would say that?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Lin's expression turned solemn: "I am the second son of the Heavenly Father and the younger brother of the Heavenly Brother, Hong Xiuquan!"

Count Stallenberg was too lazy to even put on a numb expression. He waved his hand, signaling his attendants to take Li Lin and the other three into the cell.

The so-called prison cells were actually just individual palace rooms—the once magnificent palaces were now empty after the Holy Roman Emperor's escape, making them perfect for house arrest.

Li Lin was carried into the emperor's bedchamber by four attendants, still struggling: "Those who don't believe in Jia Ran are in trouble!"

click-

The door was slammed shut.

Count Stallenberg's weak voice came from outside the door: "I don't know what's wrong with you, but it would be better if you calmed down, Abel."

158 On Rome

Li Lin and the others were released after being detained for a short time.

Because the Ottoman army was already close to the city, Sobieski's reinforcements would not arrive for nearly a month.

At this time, not only slaves and commoners, but even nobles like Count Stallenberg had taken the initiative to undertake the city's defense work.

Under these circumstances, taking care of Li Lin and his four lively friends was truly a double challenge.

A clamor arose below the city walls, and amidst the crescent flags, someone shouted: "You are the most useless scum in all of Europe, disgusting pigs, trash despised by everyone!"

Just as Li Lin was about to praise the parallel structure and raised his hand to clap, a gaze suddenly fixed on him from the side.

Li Lin calmly placed his hand on his chin, as if deep in thought. A few seconds later, he felt his gaze disappear.

"I bet you were thinking just now that what he said was a really good parallel sentence structure," Nian quipped thoughtfully in the teammates' chat.

"Hehehehe, you know too much." Li Lin let out a strange laugh.

Count Stallenberg cast a reproachful look at Li Lin. "Osman is already calling for the city below, and you not only don't retaliate, but you're also grinning here. You're being a bit unreasonable."

The Ottomans' shouts and curses continued, and Count Stalenberg finally couldn't take it anymore. He reached out and nudged Li Lin: "Abel, say something to deflate their arrogance."

Master Li never refused such an opportunity to show off. He reached out and cleared his throat, making a loud noise.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph ahh ...

The loud noise drowned out the Ottomans' curses, and before the Ottomans could react, Li Lin's voice slowly drifted down from the top of Vienna.

"The decisive battle of 1453 was between the Ottomans and the Eastern Roman Empire. In the end, Urban's cannons blasted open the city gates, and Constantinople fell. I saw Count XI kneeling on the ground, weeping uncontrollably. I will never forget that scene."

"At that moment I thought, if I could become Bartholomew, I would win everything for the Senate and the people. Now Vienna is behind me, and I have to consider whether this is the only chance I will ever have in my life."

"I believe Romulus played an indispensable role in Rome's regaining its former dominance. It is our duty to restore Rome's glory!"

At first there was a deathly silence, then a cheer erupted from the top of Vienna.

Then cheers erupted, like a boiling sea.

"Why are these people so happy?" Li Lin grumbled in the teammates' channel after the curse was lifted. "This is clearly my achievement. Look at these people, they're all shouting 'Long live Rome!'"

"The Holy Roman Empire? That's Rome? Even bottled water looks more like Rome."

"Why do you say that?" asked Talulah, who was very curious about history.

Li Lin patiently explained to her: "Because Rome has an inland sea, a strait, Roman law, a Senate, is a polytheistic religion, has a system of military settlements, and its name is abbreviated as SPQR."

“The Holy Roman Empire did not include all of the above elements, while bottled water at least has inland seas and straits.”

"So I don't know what these German barbarians are so proud of, and of course I don't think the Ottomans are any good either."

Only during the establishment of the regime did Li Lin resemble the sharp-minded "mentor" he once was.

"The Rome we miss is essentially a greater and more glorious civilization; it is ancient, it is beautiful, and it fulfills all our fantasies and definitions of greatness."

"Rome wasn't always perfect; it had slavery, and many of its laws were flawed... but people tend to overlook those things."

"People remember her peace, her vast territory, at its peak Rome's territory was five million square kilometers, and her authority lasted for a thousand years."

"It's not so much that people love Rome, but rather that they love the perfect Rome of their imagination."

"Of course, the reason I praise Rome is not because I like Rome, but because I can see another equally great and ancient civilization through her."

"They were all so ancient, and so uniformly declined, having suffered the iron heel of foreign tribes, and witnessed rise and fall, glory and disgrace. Their fates were so similar, yet their outcomes were completely different."

"So rather than saying I like Rome, I would say I like my own civilization."

Applause is due here.

Li Lin's retort from the city wall angered the Ottomans, but what angered them even more was that all the houses on the outskirts of Vienna were burned down.

All the houses were burned to the ground in a huge fire.

This was naturally Count Stallenberg's plan. With the idea of ​​not aiding the enemy, he transported the grain back in advance and demolished the houses that could be demolished, and burned the ones that could not be demolished.

"What scorched earth policy? Why didn't he just blow up the Danube estuary?"

Li Lin made sarcastic remarks from the side.

However, it must be admitted that Count Stahlenberg's move forced the Ottomans to set up camp in an open field, and at the same time stretched their supply lines very thin.

Neither side engaged in direct combat on the first day. The Ottomans were discussing how to maintain a long-term siege, while Count Stalenberg was considering when reinforcements would arrive.

Only Li Lin and his group were discussing the likelihood of a direct confrontation.

The specific description is... In 1900, he charged forward and, amidst the chaos, took the heads of the Ottoman Grand Vizier and the Sultan. The Ottomans then called GG.

Unfortunately, while the idea was good, reality was far from ideal.

"There is a limit to the amount of effort you can exert in this secret realm. You cannot exceed the fifth mark, otherwise it will cause a series of unpredictable changes."

As for what specific changes will occur, I can't say for sure.

Li Lin had some guesses about this. The exiles had said that a woman named Ligeia had lived here since the siege of Vienna 150 years ago... and if nothing unexpected happened, she should still be here 200 years later.

It's entirely possible that one moment you're crafting a nuclear bomb, the next you'll be targeted by Ligeia, a figure from history.

Seeing that Li Lin looked strange, Nian leaned over and asked him if he had thought of something.

Li Lin's dead fish eyes lit up slightly: "How about we go and seek refuge with the Ottomans?"

"Why?" Talulah asked instinctively.

"Ha, the leader of the prestigious Integration Movement, is she now just a fat girl obsessed with asking a million questions? How pathetic." Li Lin launched into a sarcastic remark.

"Stop keeping me in suspense, just say what you have to say," Nian chimed in from the side.

"Actually, there's no particular reason. It's just that I don't feel like I have a place to use my skills here." Li Lin scratched his head. "Besides, as a plague-like mascot, it's only natural that I go to the Ottomans to weaken them."

Li Lin has always been very self-aware.

159 Good juice, you've driven me crazy!

Nian stroked his own tail, his eyes showing a thoughtful expression.

Right, someone like Li Lin, a menace, might be better off with the Ottomans?

The thought only flashed through my mind.

Looking at Talulah and the Kingslayer, they mostly didn't take it seriously either.

With the Vienna garrison right in front of us, why would we go to the Ottomans? Wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?

This shows that they are ultimately no match for Li Lin. Master Li, who is keen on courting death, is already eager to do something big for the Ottomans.

Driven by his passion, Master Li immediately teleported to the front of the Ottoman army's main tent. Facing the Mamluk cavalrymen who were closing in with scimitars, he looked completely at ease.

Li Lin, wearing a turban, gently waved his feather fan, while the Mamluk cavalrymen on the other side were wary yet curious.

A Mamluk cavalry captain wearing a turban inlaid with turquoise stepped forward and pointed at Li Lin: "Are you the strange man who has come to seek refuge with the Sultan and the Grand Vizier, blessed by the Most Benevolent Lord?"

Li Lin looked shocked: "Besides me, there are other idiots helping you guys?"

This statement was so powerful that the Mamluk cavalry captain was unable to respond for a moment.

After a moment, he stubbornly replied, "Nonsense! Because the Sultan and the Grand Vizier are blessed by the Most Merciful Lord, other extraordinary people who are similarly inspired will also gather under the banner of the crescent moon..."

Where's your horse?

The cavalry captain, interrupted, seemed a little annoyed: "What did you say?"

"Where's your horse?" Li Lin's voice was even louder than his. "You dare call yourself a cavalry captain without a horse?!"

The cavalry captain clenched his fists, but remembering the Grand Vizier's courteous treatment of these outsiders, he suppressed his anger:

“Hey, I’m telling you the truth, this is a military camp blessed by the Most Benevolent Lord. Those who walk here are nobles, generals, and civil officials like Vizier. The warhorses stay in their own places. Do you have any more questions?”

Li Lin turned around and left.

The bewildered cavalry captain quickly surrounded Li Lin with his men: "Yiren! Where are you going?! Don't you want to see Grand Vizier?"

“We’ve already sampled enough,” Li Lin shook his head and waved his hand. “Why be so respectful to a prime minister who is about to become a sacrifice? Have you forgotten what kind of torture the Sultan will use on a derelict prime minister?”