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

The scab, along with the thin skin underneath, was lifted up, and Li Lin happily put it into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

“It tastes good.”

With the power of Xin Yue taking effect, the healing speed was even faster this time, and even the scabs had disappeared. When Li Lin looked again, there was only a smooth arm left.

Kiyoshuin Ena and Erika were both stunned. The pain was secondary; it was just that Li Lin's behavior was too creepy.

“You… what do you want to do!” Erica shouted in a desperate manner, “Although you are another king, I also serve the king of Italy.”

Although this strange king was far less tyrannical than the cult leader Luo Hao and Marquis Voban, he was definitely more perverted!

"What's wrong with liking to eat blood clots!" Li Lin shouted. "It's better than eating girls' foot skin!"

"Don't speak so confidently about quirks that are hard for others to accept!" Erica's blond hair bounced up and down like a waterfall. "And you, are you just going to accept it like this? As a follower of the king, shouldn't you have the right and obligation to offer advice?"

“Yes, that’s true.” Kiyoshuin Ena, holding the magnificent four-colored coral seven-sword, nodded. “But the king hasn’t agreed to let me become a follower yet, and as the daughter of a samurai, it’s only natural to give my life. This kind of fetish is actually… I’m sorry, I really can’t go against my conscience and say I accept it.”

"Damn it." Li Lin turned around angrily. "Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre. My Shrek Academy doesn't need normal people like you."

346 We must capture Killer Fox tomorrow night.

Erica only came to her senses when she was sitting in the office of the Lu family building.

"So, as the new king, what do you intend to do?"

Erica decided to break the deadlock and took the initiative to ask.

“Love,” Li Lin said seriously, “but first I need to find my wife—she’s disappeared somewhere.”

Erica's expression changed immediately upon understanding what Li Lin was saying, as if she had a lot of complaints she wanted to utter but couldn't. In the end, she managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Don't be so rude! You Easterners always call yourselves a land of etiquette, how can you say something like that so casually?"

"I wouldn't dare say such things," Li Lin waved his hands repeatedly. "I've always been an honest and upright person."

“And it’s clearly your fault.” Li Lin displayed his unique ability to turn the tables. “We also believe in reciprocity. I’ve heard that Italians are very funny and friendly, but you don’t have that damn gentleness either.”

Erica felt as if a string in her brain had snapped: "No way! A gentleman can be as gentle as he wants, but to use this attitude in front of a lady is absolutely unacceptable, not at all! It's unacceptable!"

The proper etiquette and hierarchy towards the Demon King seemed utterly useless to Erica. She felt that she had broken down more often than she had in the past ten years.

"...In short, I was rude just now."

After venting her frustrations, Erica realized it seemed to be her own fault. She simply shook her head and sighed, "Anyway, I was just acting as a messenger. I'm afraid our leader will be coming to find you soon."

"What does that have to do with me?" Li Lin looked at him in surprise, then seemed to realize something, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. "You mean he's going to cause me trouble?"

"I don't know if you really don't know or..." Erica's face showed an extremely conflicted expression. "Our leader is the ultimate troublemaker, the kind of terrorist who can smile while slashing people with his sword!"

"So he's got his eye on me?" Li Lin asked, pointing to his face in confusion.

Erica nodded with a hint of sympathy: "In short, the leader I serve is a troublesome guy who has no sense of propriety at all. It's not that he's bad, but he's just a hot-blooded idiot whose mind is only focused on fighting."

This is not slander, but rather a consensus across the entire mystical world regarding the Sword King Salvatore Tony.

As the youngest god-slayer in the world and a rising king of Southern Europe in recent years, Tony is not ruthless or treacherous; on the contrary, he is very cheerful and generous.

But this is precisely his problem; he is often on the battlefield—which best describes his daily life.

Italian magicians who knew his personality could only regard this optimistic battle maniac as a knight born in the wrong era.

“That makes sense.” Li Lin clicked his tongue, then fell into deep thought. After returning to his seat, he arrogantly put his legs up on the desk.

"So how should we solve this problem?" Li Lin's thinking was basically a waste of time. He turned to Erica and said, "Why don't you go back and pretend to report back, then take the opportunity to ambush him and cut his kidneys out?"

Erica's expression froze: "Isn't it a bit... a bit much to say such things to my face? And as a knight, please forgive me for refusing."

She felt she shouldn't be standing there.

Li Lin thought it made sense; after all, Tony's kidneys weren't something just anyone could cut out.

"Forget it, I might as well just go to Italy."

Li Lin's voice rang in Erica's ears like a thunderclap. She was startled and sat up, staring at Li Lin with wide eyes.

"You—no, you plan to go directly to Italy to see the Sword King?"

"Otherwise what?" Li Lin asked in surprise. "Didn't you tell me that Tony was going to confront me? Rather than letting him come to me, I'd rather go to Milan."

"Anyway, it won't be my territory that gets destroyed."

Li Lin's thinking was very clear at this moment, and he quickly and accurately grasped the key points of the problem.

This is completely different from his previous self.

As if noticing Erica's gaze, Li Lin pointed triumphantly at his legs, shaking his head proudly.

"Once the feet are off the ground, the virus can't get up there, and intelligence can regain its dominance."

Footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a deep knock.

Seijuin Ena's voice rang out from outside the door: "My lord, the plane tickets to Milan, Italy have been booked, and the departure time is exactly six o'clock this afternoon."

After being hit by a series of punches and feeling a bit dizzy, Erica finally came to her senses.

She pondered for a moment, then raised her eyes and looked directly at Li Lin: "You came prepared."

After a moment, Erica reiterated, "Whether or not these things happened today, you are already prepared to go to Italy."

Indeed, this is the true nature of the Demon King.

They are near-divine beings, yet they are completely out of step with humanity.

In other words, the god-killers are a race independent of humanity—from the moment they slay gods, seize power from those who do not obey them, and are reborn as god-killers through the Pandora ritual, they no longer belong to humanity.

Just like the first fish to climb onto land in ancient times.

When they do this, they are fundamentally different from their former bloodline.

In this world, only god-slayers can be brothers with other god-slayers, because they are the true "kin."

......

Half an hour later, Li Lin and his two companions arrived at Shinjuku Airport, where a chartered plane specially arranged by the Japanese Official History Compilation Committee was waiting.

There's no such thing as a wall that doesn't leak, just like there's no such thing as underwear that won't get wet, not to mention that Li Lin specifically asked Kiyoaki Ena to find someone.

A short-haired woman dressed in men's clothing was standing at the airport entrance. Every five minutes, she would raise her wrist to check the time on her watch.

The official spokesperson for the official history compilation committee, Touma Amakasu, stood beside her without saying a word.

"Mr. Amakasu."

“Please speak, Head of the Saya Palace.”

Amakasu Touma looked up at her young boss and the shy girls casting glances at her from a distance, and couldn't help but marvel at how this cross-dressing beauty had truly mastered the art of attracting young girls.

"Have we finalized the new king's title?"

Kaoru Sayamiya, the former shrine maiden, the next head of the prestigious Sayamiya family of magic, and the Tokyo director of the official history compilation committee, asked.

“According to the rules, each of the four families should propose a royal title for the new king to choose from…” Amakasu Touma smiled, “but now that the Kuhozuka family no longer exists, the official history compilation committee will fill the gap.”

"The titles we have proposed so far are Great Wisdom King, Holy Virtue King, Rising Sun King, and White Deer King. Of course, the specific titles will have to be decided by the new king himself."

Saya nods, then turns to look at the airport entrance, where a black luxury sedan is slowly approaching.

The black sedan had suspicious collision marks on its bumper, suggesting a serious rear-end collision with another vehicle.

Erica unbuckled her seatbelt and staggered out of the passenger seat.

Seikiin Ena, sitting in the back row, also looked pale and sickly.

Erica leaned against the wall with a look of utter despair: "I thought Anna's driving skills were the wildest... Today I realized what it means to be outmatched."

Seijuin Ena also spoke up awkwardly from the side: "My lord, although I do not have a driver's license, I can actually drive."

Saya Miyako narrowed her eyes slightly, concealing her astonishment.

This new king is so amiable, he even drove them here himself?

The next instant, Li Lin's cursing reached her ears: "Isn't the sidewalk very spacious? Why can't we drive?!"

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"How can you drive on a sidewalk?!"

Erica nearly broke down emotionally. The thought of Li Lin recklessly dashing through the crowded streets made her want to cry.

"And you weren't even driving, you were practically trying to run someone over!"

When Erica recalled the scene of Li Lin honking his horn wildly on the sidewalk, slamming on the gas and slamming on the brake to drive away innocent old men and women, she felt that the future was bleak and hopeless.

Li Lin transformed an elegant noblewoman into a吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for someone who makes sarcastic or sarcastic remarks) performer in a single day.

"Anyway, don't rush." ​​Li Lin waved to Erica to calm down. "I'll tell you a Godslayer joke to lighten the mood."

Now, not only Erica and Ena Seikiin, but even Kaoru Sayamiya who was walking by perked up her ears.

Li Lin cleared his throat: "There's a saying that goes, 'The early bird catches the worm...'"

Erica nodded slightly, her expression calming down somewhat.

"But the bird that rises earlier gets to taste Prometheus."