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

The more Li Lin delayed, the more anxious Roland became—he couldn't wait any longer.

Vanessa was locked in a small room. The servants responsible for making contact came and went, and they keenly sensed that something seemed off about Mr. Roland today.

He became more irritable and easily angered. His once smiling face was now shrouded in shadows, looking somewhat unfamiliar, yet giving off an unexpected sense of authenticity.

Finally, at 2 PM, he received the news that Li Lin would be arriving that evening with the manuscript symbolizing the Wolf of the Divided Star.

......

The sundial's pointer pointed to the moment of the twin witches. Time swept across the edge of the sun, and the hexagram was in the middle of the Feng Shui cycle. On the avenue bathed in the glow of the setting sun, Li Lin and Lester walked toward the governor's mansion. In the shadows cast by the trees and buildings, a slender wolf was roaming incessantly.

In the Key Hunter's notes, this moment is called "the time of the free-flowing magic," symbolizing a time when the invisible arts and secret techniques can flourish.

There are four times of leisure in a day: midnight, 6 a.m., noon, and 6 p.m. In Eastern divination texts, these symbolize the four stages of heaven and earth: Lesser Yin, Lesser Yang, Greater Yin, and Greater Yang.

Lester had a satchel slung across his waist, inside which was a shotgun disguised as a camera lens.

They arrived at the governor's mansion and were invited inside by the steward without any resistance.

"Master Roland is in a bad mood, so you must watch your words." The butler spoke eloquently from the front, completely unaware that Li Lin behind him was already showing signs of impatience.

Inside the governor's mansion, there was also a separate three-story building. The butler stopped in front of the building: "We've arrived... I hope your arrival will cheer the master up. I'll wait for you outside... Hmm? What are you doing?"

"Since you've said that, then there's nothing I can do. I was originally thinking of letting you off the hook." Li Lin picked up a white enamel mug from the table next to him, weighed it in his hand for a moment, and then stuck it straight into the old butler's butt!

The large enamel cup was difficult to insert for a while, so Li Lin covered the butler's mouth tightly while shoving the cup into his buttocks.

Under Lester's watchful gaze, which revealed a hint of fear, Li Lin released his grip a few seconds later.

The old butler collapsed to the ground, his half-undone trousers revealing his withered buttocks stained with blood. An enamel teacup was inserted into his anus, opening and closing with the movement of his sphincter.

"It must be a conspiracy by the Reshaping Hand!" Li Lin angrily denounced the depravity of human nature, who actually poisoned an old man, while taking out the Reshaping Hand mask from the dark green table and putting it on.

Li Lin strode up the steps and kicked the door.

The door to the small building suddenly opened with a bang.

In the empty, gloomy hall, Governor Roland seemed to be immersed in the misty fog; his voice hadn't changed much, only become sharper.

Governor Roland sat in his high-backed chair, his gaze passing over Li Lin and Lester, and landing on the poor butler lying convulsing on the lawn outside the door. His expression froze.

What did these people do to the butler?

Taking advantage of Governor Roland's silence and apparent daze, Lester instantly drew a shotgun disguised as a camera lens, stepped forward, and quickly opened fire on Roland's upper body.

Moth-type superhumans are not stronger than their physical bodies. A moth-type superhuman hit by an enchanted bullet will only have one fate: either their mind will be opened wide or their heart will be opened wide.

The lead shot in the bullet exploded, and in an instant, the location where Governor Roland was, the windowsill, the table, and the wall were all riddled with holes. Governor Roland, who had been immersed in the dark mist, was lying in a pool of blood, a mangled mess.

Li Lin drew the Seven Swords of Heart's Delight and plunged them straight into the ground. A mysterious white snake snaked up the four-colored coral on the surface of the sword and hissed towards a certain void.

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An indescribable sense of dread suddenly rose within Lester—an unnecessary emotion that was quite inappropriate for a supernatural being who believed in Colonel Sichen.

Then came a surging wind that came from that void.

The howling wind swept over Lester, then split into two streams in front of Li Lin's seven swords. For a moment, the living room seemed to be filled with invisible rivers, with surging undercurrents coming from all directions, only to crash and shatter before the reef of the seven swords.

"Ah, what is it that compels you to attack me?"

Finally, in the darkness, the rustling sound, like insects crawling, rang out again, and Governor Roland's question was like the flapping of wings of a winged creature, accompanied by strange buzzing and hissing.

His head rose again in the darkness, the dense lead shot and bullets leaving gruesome wounds on his body, so numerous they resembled the nest of worms.

"Here it comes, here comes the classic rhetorical question," Li Lin said from behind the seven swords. "Your next line is...."

Roland's voice drifted over softly: "I must say, you are all very perceptive."

“I must say, you guys are really perceptive,” Li Lin repeated. “I knew you’d say that.”

As the only normal person among the three, Lester seems somewhat out of place here.

As a normal person, there was only one thing he could do: take out his shotgun and give Roland another shot.

Roland didn't move, but his body transformed into countless mottled moths that flew in all directions. The moths scattered like mottled ashes and quickly returned to his body. No one knew what they did, but Roland now held two fragments of manuscripts of different colors in his hands.

A touch of dusky yellow like the setting sun, a touch of crisp coolness like the crescent moon.

As Roland held the two manuscripts, wounds suddenly appeared on the back of his hand, resembling burn scars, spreading upwards along his arm.

The next instant, one gray moth after another suddenly appeared near the wound. These moths gently covered the wound with their wings, like sutures, binding the scars together.

Roland waved his arm, and the eighteen manuscripts recording the sun and moon scattered like butterflies. The turbulent currents in the house finally revealed their shape—they shone brightly like a giant maggot entangled together, and this huge, eyeless, mouthless thing hovered and undulated around them.

Surrounded by these enormous maggots, Roland reached out and inserted his hand into the edge of his face. With a little force, he peeled off the skin bit by bit, reshaping the soft muscles and cartilage beneath.

Suddenly, Li Lin strode forward, leaving Xin Yue behind. The Lament Spear extended from his left hand and landed in his palm.

Lester's lips were a little pale. He could feel how heavy the pressure was outside. And Roland, who was in the middle of it, was definitely not as relaxed as he looked. But Li Lin, who took the initiative to step out of the protective circle, was bearing the most severe pressure.

During the time of the Yi Fa (a magical technique), the effects of all intangible arts and legendary artifacts were amplified.

Roland's face, still being sculpted, peeked through his fingers with a fleeting glance, a glance devoid of much mockery. He knew very well what Li Lin was facing, that allowed him to walk through the gaps between the maggots.

Li Lin turned his spear around and naturally grasped the end closest to the tip.

Roland's hands were busy, his mind was being driven by wild emotions, spinning like a leaf caught in a storm.

He simply raised his hands slightly.

A surge of violent emotions welled up from between his fingers, rushing into Li Lin's mind at incredible speed and at extremely close range.

Li Lin, who willingly offered himself up, was also, in Roland's scheme, a reservoir for venting his emotions.

Roland inwardly chuckled, riding a raging torrent into Li Lin's mind. To his surprise, the man before him was completely unguarded.

A vague sense of unease flashed through his mind, but his consciousness was already carried by violent emotions that rushed into Li Lin's body.

Then he saw it.

That rose-colored, blazing sun.

It wasn't like the setting sun, adorned with gold and red, nor was it like the cold light of dawn; it was a burning, warm feeling, like being soaked in warm water.

However, along with this feeling came an unprecedented emptiness.

After emptiness comes pain.

Roland tilted his head back, clutching his forehead in terror and pain. The loss of some consciousness and emotion prevented him from realizing what had happened to Li Lin, but he still vaguely remembered the scorching heat, like boiling water, and the rose-colored heat.

Lacking the support of one emotion, Roland's promotion was in jeopardy. He had to peel back another layer of skin, tear open the flesh beneath, and use new emotions to support himself from being swallowed by chaos.

The pressure on Lester suddenly eased, and the maggots coated with radiance retracted their bodies, surrounding Roland like a fortress. The fluttering pages also flew towards Roland, adhering to his body as if it were skin.

At that moment, Li Lin moved.

He drew his spear and brought it down on Roland's head.

"Put armor on me."

A hoarse voice burst from Li Lin's throat, accompanied by a swirling, roaring sound, and a hazy golden-purple mist, as well as metal armor emerging from beneath the smoke and clouds!

His pure black pupils turned deep purple, and white antlers, more magnificent than ever before, sprouted from the top of his head. In the golden-purple twilight, the fragrance of hawthorn blossoms was rich and sweet. Ferocious armor emerged from the void, arming Li Lin into a steel giant three meters and six feet tall. The towering antlers protruded from the metal crown, pointing straight to the sky like spears.

The white serpent leaped from the seven swords, coiled around Li Lin's armor, and let out a sharp hiss at Roland's face.

Like a tide that had poured out the waters of the seven seas, a raging torrent roared out from Li Lin's right palm, forming an angry, turbid current. The moment it left his hand, it was like a demon god galloping across the deep sea, stirring up countless tides, carrying pure malice as it rushed towards the fluttering pages.

The shaft of the spear sparked intensely from the friction between the palms, extending rapidly from the tip to the butt of the spear.

In an instant, the tip of the gun was already close to Roland's face, which was contorted with terror.

This power, even without any additional enhancement, is enough to pierce through the illusion and kill him instantly!

Moreover, the power swirling around him, the power that interprets the beginning and end of all things, isn't it the very authority of Si Chen's Twin-Horned Axe?! And the power binding the tattered pages of the manuscript, isn't it the remnant of the ancient god, Tide?!

Someone actually managed to catch Si Chen's eye?!

In that instant, Roland was filled with astonishment and panic. Was it really necessary to use such an ability that even immortals dared not directly confront in order to fight a knowledgeable person?

You think too highly of me!

In the instant Roland couldn't dodge, the spear crashed down, smashing him into a pile of minced meat.

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The manuscripts that had been fluttering in the air gradually fell to the ground.

Li Lin didn't pick up the manuscripts; instead, he brandished his spear and stabbed Roland Sauce again, shattering it completely.

Lester's eyes twitched as he looked at him: "Sir, I think he's completely dead."

"Really? I don't believe it." Li Lin raised an eyebrow and gestured for Lester to close the door. The scene of flesh splattering everywhere was too stimulating for ordinary innocent people. If they saw it, they would have to spare a hand to silence them, which would be troublesome.

After Lester closed the door, Li Lin reached out and dipped his finger into the still-warm coffee in his cup, sketching the outline of a raven on the glass with a few strokes.

This is a ritual to summon the messenger.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed, and the fluttering raven feathers were reflected on the retina. In the blink of an eye, the huge raven messenger appeared on the windowsill, tilting its head to look at Li Lin.

"Go tell Nian that we can begin."

Li Lin took out the black mask of the Reconstruction Hand from the table and put it on his face: "Today I'm going to burn Algiers to ashes."