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

"What's wrong with the nickname 'Dog Egg'?" Li Lin angrily picked up a cup of black tea. "So it's 'King Killer'... No wonder it looks so familiar."

He said the second half of the sentence in his mind.

As a notorious victim of persecution, the image of the regicide has changed from the initial cold assassin to a kindred spirit of a pink octopus head who cannot die.

Rhodes Island's four special agents are all highly skilled, muscular men with sharp eyes, agile skills, and clean, efficient movements; they are clearly the cream of the crop among special agents.

Moreover, each of them possesses exceptional qualities, their fighting spirit and patience are astonishing, and their secret weapons will bring unexpected surprises to the king-slayer.

Thinking of this, Li Lin narrowed her eyes and decided not to tell the regicide what kind of ultimate humiliation she would suffer in the future.

Of course, Li Lin didn't stop for more than a few minutes before making noise again.

"Jun Jun, Jun Jun! Jun Jun, are you there? If you are, please let me know."

A gust of cold wind swept by, and the king-slayer, whose forehead veins were faintly visible, appeared at the door.

"what?"

Li Lin shamelessly replied, "I'll use Originium Arts."

Although it's unclear why Li Lin suddenly wanted to unleash Originium Arts, the Kingkiller, as a hired assassin, still possessed considerable professional ethics and integrity.

Besides, seeing is believing, and it's good to show your employer your capabilities.

"My Originium Arts? That's fine too." The Kingslayer explained simply. "So, are you just going to leave it here?"

"Don't put too much, just a little bit will do." Li Lin picked up a plate of tea and snacks, looking excited.

The kingslayer hesitated for a moment, slowly pulled down his mask, and then took a deep breath, looking just like he was preparing for eye exercises.

When she pulled her mask up again, the room suddenly darkened.

The light seemed to be swallowed up by something, while thick smoke pressed down from above, instantly enveloping the entire area within sight. The Kingslayer stood in the indistinct smoke, like a distorted photograph.

The room was shrouded in a gray mist.

12. A gun is fast from seven paces away, and accurate and fast within seven paces.

Li Lin curiously stretched out his hand, and the smoke flowed back and forth between his five fingers, like a thick and slow-moving glue.

The voice of the Kingslayer came from somewhere, sometimes near, sometimes far: "This is my Originium Arts—Swallow the Suffering of the Dead. After absorbing enough emotions, these wisps can even acquire corresponding attributes."

On the battlefield or during missions, these plumes of smoke can turn the tide of battle, and when combined with the Kingslayer's own skills, they make her even more terrifying.

Before Li Lin's eyes, several status bars suddenly lit up.

[A unique power system specific to this world has been detected: Originium Arts.]

[Current Originium Arts attribute: Winter.]

[Can be converted into the corresponding secret technique.]

Total conversions: 1

When Li Lin chose to transform it, a new card lit up again.

[Second-Tier Secret Technique: Smoke and Ashes]

[Rank: Remnant]

[Nature: Winter]

Smoke billowed like a curtain, and snow fell heavily down the long street. I saw every pebble covered in a silent gray. (The transformed secret technique is safer than the original.)

[Safe usage count: 3 time.]

It's another impressive-sounding but confusing introduction, but it's not hard to understand when you look at the notes. It's just a cult simulator version of Originium Arts.

What he borrowed from Black Serpent was mimicry, while what he borrowed from Kingslayer became smoke bombs—it's quite a unique style.

At this moment, the kingslayer's voice rang out again: "Have you seen enough?"

Li Lin narrowed his eyes, started making faces and rolling his eyes wildly, and aimlessly stuck out his tongue: "I haven't seen enough! I haven't seen enough! I haven't seen enough!"

Upon hearing Li Lin's voice, the King Killer pulled down his mask again, like a dutiful range hood, sucking back the gray mist.

The Kingslayer stood before Li Lin, pulling down his mask: "Well? Do you realize how dangerous I am?"

"One thing to say, one thing to say, indeed."

Li Lin's expression was serious.

The Kingslayer's expression darkened beneath her hood; she knew all along that this land would show no mercy to infected individuals whose identities had been exposed.

Although she is a "wolf" trained by Syracuse and usually doesn't care about her infected identity, Li Lin once unknowingly expressed his views on infected miners...

Just as the king-killer was overwhelmed with conflicting thoughts, Li Lin's voice rang out again: "The harm of secondhand smoke is simply too great."

The King Killer, who had no idea what Li Lin was talking about, tilted his head.

However, her Originium Arts sensed that Li Lin did not harbor any discrimination or disgust.

"Then I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything."

This time, she didn't leave through the window, but went out through the front door and disappeared.

Li Lin watched her disappear, then called out softly again, "Jun Jun? Jun Jun?"

After confirming that the regicide was indeed gone, Li Lin quickly left the room. His servant, Andrei, who was waiting nearby, greeted him: "Master...?"

Did you see anyone come out just now?

"No, sir? What are your orders?" Andrei asked, looking bewildered.

"Of course."

Li Lin pulled Andrei back into the room, his expression grave: "I suspect someone is trying to assassinate me."

"what!"

Andrei almost cried out, "Did someone just...?"

“No, no one was there just now, but I think someone might have come to assassinate me.” Li Lin explained slowly, “Don’t you think things have been too calm these past few months? And the quarterly performance evaluation is coming up soon, I think it’s time for the other mines to make their move.”

After thinking it over carefully, Andrei, whose train of thought had been led astray by Li Lin, realized that this was indeed the case.

"See, this solves everything," Li Lin said. "So go and get me a gun."

Andrei suddenly realized.

Guns are a distant name for most people in Terra.

Compared to other staves and weapons, guns are not only expensive, but also not extremely powerful. If they encounter a race with exceptional talent and robust physique, they might even be able to withstand the bullets fired from a gun.

More importantly, the vast majority of guns could only unleash their full power in the hands of the Laterans.

To be more precise, without those Lateran birdmen, the gun is nothing more than a toy far inferior to a staff!

However, despite all these shortcomings, the gun's position remains irreplaceable.

It is lightweight, quite safe, extremely simple to use, and, when wielded by a specific Originium Arts user, can unleash firepower far beyond imagination in an instant. ⑥, ⑧ “③⑦ 0②⑨⑨⑤

Even without matching Originium Arts to unleash powerful destructive force, its accuracy is still commendable.

And let's not forget that even though Terra uses Originium as the energy source for advancing the Age of Magic, the proportion of people with naturally strong magical talent is not large. Many people can only rely on staves to channel spells, while guns use pre-loaded bullets and can turn the tide of battle when necessary.

This is why there is such a high demand for Lateran guns on the black market.

Even without relying on anything else, the Holy City Lateran generates a huge, enviable income from the limited number of firearms it exports each year.

If it weren't for the turbulent times, it would be impossible to find a suitable gun.

Fortunately, Ursus is a powerful nation that boasts of its martial prowess, and for this reason, although the price of guns on the black market is relatively high, it is not entirely without merit.

Not to mention anything far away, even Andrei himself has some connections in this area.

Thinking of this, Andrei stepped forward: "Sir, I know someone who has information about the Lateran gun..."

"How much money do you need?" Li Lin didn't have much money on him, but that didn't stop him from asking.

"Sir, if you wish, you don't need money."

Things that don't cost money are often more expensive.

"No matter what conditions you offer, I will not accept them!"

Andrei looked up in confusion: "Master?"

He doubted he had misheard.

"Go on," Li Linbao said solemnly, as if he wasn't the one who had just been shouting.

“Yes, sir. That person is a mercenary from the demon race, so she has Sarkaz's Guardian Guns, and more than one.” Andre carefully stated his request, “but she needs some ore.”

"Demon race" is the derogatory term used by the people of this land of Terra to refer to the Sarkaz of Kazdel.

As mercenaries, the Sarkaz were particularly fond of raiding the Lateran pilgrimage routes, ruthlessly killing the self-proclaimed angelic Sarkaz birdmen, plundering their caravans, and even taking the Guardian Guns that the Sarkaz received as gifts upon reaching adulthood.

Among these Sarkaz mercenaries, the Guardian Guns captured from Sarkaz have even become valuable collectibles.

Naturally, this can also be considered one of the origins of the gun.

"We won't give you more than you ask for."

Andrei said he fully understood what Li Lin meant, then bowed and quietly took his leave.