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

It was elusive and ghostly before, yet it displayed a ridiculous side on the battlefield, and then transformed into this enormous metallic form.

A madman, this is definitely a madman!

The leader of the liquidation group didn't even care about the exiles who were right next to him; instead, he kicked Li Lin in the chest, trying to pull himself off the thorn.

"Trying to escape?" A demonic breath came from beneath the metal mask. "You son of a bitch, since you want to run, I'm not going to let you—"

That indescribable suction force came from his chest again, and the leader of the liquidators was lifted high and slammed to the ground.

"Snyder!"

Li Lin's voice reached the exiles' ears, "Did you see that? Did you see me fighting this reckless liquidator? Did you see my power?!"

The exile frowned; Li Lin's unstable condition was alarming.

Before the exile could speak, Li Lin's voice came from inside the metal armor, with a mocking tone: "You saw it, of course—you saw me insult him. My power is truly invincible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Lin clenched his fist and tore off all the clothes of the person who was clearing out the body.

A massive metal hand covered the leader of the liquidation group's genitals, leaving him terrified.

At this point, the Vienna police, who had just heard the explosion and the roar, finally arrived, and what they saw was a scene that made all the men shudder.

"A million horsepower of magnetic field rotation—that fucking Skadi Explosive Fist!"

......

In the distance, where no explosions or roars were heard, a little girl walked into the kitchen and took out two eggs and a ham from the refrigerator.

She took out a knife and chopped the ham, then picked up the eggs, placed them on the side of the bowl, and with a snap, broke them all up.

This will be a simple yet nutritious breakfast.

169 Damn! Let's go! Ignore it!

Many years later, Johann, who retired as an honorary police chief of the Vienna Police Department, often recalled that morning when he was just a second-level police officer, and the people being dealt with were a notorious gang of thugs who spanned the hidden and civilized worlds.

But that very morning, he witnessed firsthand the “punishment” given to the head of the purge... no, it was less a punishment and more an “insult.”

That was a real insult.

The symbol of masculinity was ripped off, torn to shreds, and shoved back into the thug's mouth, his jaw was dislocated and he was forced to swallow it... Damn it, that was the ultimate insult in the world!

Every time John recalls this scene, he feels a deep sense of fear and unease.

The fear stemmed from the fact that his masculinity could be so brutally and thoroughly destroyed in such a way; the thrill came from the fact that, as all of this happened, he was shamefully aroused to the point of raising his flag.

What John didn't know was that all the police officers who witnessed the scene would be trapped in this painful situation for the rest of their lives—even when they were having an affair with their mistresses, they would have to recall that scene before they could pick up their guns again.

In other words, it wasn't just the liquidator who was being punished; their male dignity was also utterly destroyed by this ultimate humiliation.

......

Pieces of metal armor fell off Li Lin's body, and his 3.6-meter-tall frame returned to its original size.

Of course, he was still using Severus Snape's face, with greasy hair and a bat-like cape, except... those signature dead fish eyes.

Snapped.

The primer struck, and gunfire erupted.

Several brass bullets imbued with an invisible magic pierced the vital points of the leader of the liquidators. His dull eyes contracted sharply for a moment before widening completely.

He no longer wanted to live.

No matter how many ash bills he still hoarded, he was just a man whose spirit had been completely destroyed, who had lost the will to fight and survive.

Such a sacrifice would not be recognized by the Colonel, the Lionsmith, the Splitter Wolf, or the named individuals responsible for judging all of this.

The exiles' shooting was not a victory over him, but rather a release for him.

Seeing this, Li Lin sighed softly, his face full of compassion: "If Snyder hadn't bribed me for five years, we might have been able to become friends."

No, he won't.

The exile hesitated to speak, then searched the head and ordinary liquidators and found several ash bills. A rough estimate suggested that the amount on them was for about two years.

“It’s time to go, my lord.” After carefully folding the last bill of exchange and putting it away using a method unique to liquidators, the exile turned to Li Lin. “I’m afraid we don’t have time to say goodbye to Forget-Me-Not.”

"Why?" Li Lin asked, half annoyed.

His annoyance stemmed from the fact that he hadn't had time to grab some juice from the Walden Pond pub on his way there.

"Because he burned some of the bills of exchange, he spread the word that I was here, and now the liquidators' teams around Vienna are all heading here."

The exile explained, “Soon, my greatest enemy will also arrive here.”

This reason is enough.

After forcibly borrowing a police car, they headed towards another train station in the eastern part of the city, where a train was slowly pulling into the platform. It would stop in Vienna for half an hour, then speed south until it left Austria.

Within an hour of their departure from Vienna, dozens of liquidators entered Vienna in a grand manner, and this time both the mafia and official organizations maintained a chilling silence.

Until these liquidators once again ran into an enemy they shouldn't have provoked—the insatiable Ligeia hiding in Vienna.

It began with a reckless liquidator who strayed into her territory, followed by a nightmare that came like a storm—a nightmare full of teeth and wrinkled skin, where all the liquidators were reduced to heads, placed in a secret shrine in Vienna.

Four days later, the "Emperor" of the liquidators, Defoe, stood on the border of Vienna for an hour before leaving.

No one knows what news he obtained during this hunt, but it is conceivable that this father-daughter battle between the settlers is developing into an increasingly fierce stage.

......

The second floor of Walden Pond Bar in Vienna.

Forget-me-not put down the silver dagger in her hand and nodded to the figure behind the dark gray curtain in front of her.

“Miss Arcana, have you brought a new revelation?”

“You let him go,” said the historians behind the curtain.

Forget-me-not looked up: "But..."

“I am not blaming you, nor am I making demands on you. The kindness of the Key Hunter is precious, but is the kindness of the Hand of Reconstruction not precious?” The Historian seemed to smile. “In any case, he carries the glory of the Arcane Banner, just as he carries the color of the Lost Divinity.”

"You mean—" Forget-me-not almost cried out, "that he was one of those deceased Divine Beasts..."

“We all know that it’s either one or the other, and what is forbidden has its own power. Antaeus’s last servant is hard to kill on the earth, the bard of the tides is like a fish in water in the sea, and so is the key hunter.”

I am reminded of that once-astonishing tank-themed Xingyi Quan, and that exaggerated and ridiculous metal armor.

“Cast…no, is it ‘flint’?” he asked tentatively.

“That is how it should be.” The curtain swayed gently, and the figure behind it spoke, “That lost rose-colored flame was the star that once flickered at midnight, the flint that was polished to a sharp point, the fire of enlightenment before the woodland fell into darkness—and the earth itself.”

There was one thing she didn't tell her knowers: the Key Hunter was quite different from the followers of the deceased Diviners; his nature was closer to that of a named being favored and protected by a Diviner.

However, how could a deceased Sichen still have a named person?

In the past, before the sun was split in two, His named One was bathed in radiance and shone brightly. But when the sun split and the Gregorian calendar replaced the Julian calendar, His named One also collapsed.

Besides the face of the sun itself—those "named faces" that were once worshipped along with the sun itself—they later became the new rulers of the heavens, and together with the Split Wolf, they were called the "Four Sons of the Sun."

Could the Key Hunter be the face of the ancient god Flint? But how could that be? Even Flint himself is still lost in the boundless void, how could his face possibly survive?

The historians behind the curtain gazed at the unseen, distant horizon, lost in deep thought.

The Key Hunters have now taken up arms under the banner of the Reforged Hand, and history itself has changed.

This is naturally a good thing for the reshaping hand that is determined to bring about change; but now, the foundation, which also comes from the downstream of history, has not yet sent out its walker in the "wave phenomenon".

The one discovered at the turn of the century, the only one capable of freely traversing the temporal storms without being washed away, the "person who sustains time."

"Hehe, Si Chen (Timekeeper)..."

......

In a private compartment on the train, Li Lin took out a pack of playing cards from his pocket.

They have nothing to do now.

"Where did this come from?" the exile asked casually as he opened the box and sorted through his belongings.

"Of course, I got it from Walden Pond Bar." Li Lin said casually, pulling out a playing card and holding it between his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, the card spun through the air and flew far away before landing on the ground.

Why would anyone be stupid enough to use playing cards as darts?

Li Lin suddenly felt bored and lay on the table picking his teeth with playing cards.

The exile hesitated, wondering whether he should tell Li Lin the correct way to use the playing cards.

Tickets for an event hosted by the creator of the 170 Cult Simulator cost 5,000 yuan.

The correct use of playing cards is, of course, to play them.

As everyone knows, Master Li's luck was so bad that it allowed Tsunade to make a fortune.

As the successor handpicked by the former liquidators, the exile naturally inherited the gambling skills of Defour, a fellow who was proficient in all forms of gambling, drinking, and womanizing.

Fortunately, Li Lin was quite restrained in this regard, and would start cheating whenever he was about to lose, so their betting games always ended in a draw.

Seeing that the game was still undecided, the fickle Master Li threw down his cards and took out a copy of "Silence" to start reading.

This issue of the bi-monthly magazine has been updated.