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

"Hahahaha... Uh."

All around was silent, except for the laughter of Amakasu Touma. Unfortunately, after a few laughs, he seemed to realize something was wrong and pursed his lips in embarrassment.

“This is too hellish,” Erica said with a complicated expression.

She didn't know whether she should laugh or not, but she had a feeling that "laughing like this will send me to hell."

Prometheus was not only the god who stole fire for mankind in mythology, but also the god of wisdom who devised the ritual to kill gods. But because of this, he was punished by the gods and chained to a cliff, where vultures would peck at his internal organs every moment.

In conclusion, the Li Lin godkiller joke is not only politically incorrect, but also historically incorrect.

"I am Erica Brantri, a knight currently serving Lord Salvatore, the Sword King," Erica introduced herself to Saya Miyako, who had regained her senses.

“Saya-no-miya Kaoru is now the head of the Tokyo office of the Official History Compilation Committee. You can call her whatever you like.” Saya-no-miya Kaoru loosened her tie, turned to look directly at Li Lin, and bowed slightly. “In any case, this is your first time appearing before the world. So, do you have your own royal title?”

“Shuanghui, the king of kings,” Li Lin said casually.

"This name sounds like it was just made up on the spot," Erica remarked in a low voice.

Saya Miyako shook her head: "In short, this is the first time the king has appeared in the world in his official capacity. An official royal title will help you fight against other demon kings more quickly."

"What is that old bastard Luo Hao's title?" Li Lin suddenly asked.

Although taken aback by Li Lin's undisguised malice towards the leader of the Luo Hao sect, Saya Miyako still replied immediately: "The leader of the Luo Hao sect calls himself the King of Martial Arts, but due to his power, the generally accepted title in the mystical world is the [White Lotus King]."

The first name is so incongruous it's both laughable and pathetic, while the second name reeks of being a nobody.

Looking at the list of candidate titles for kings provided by the official history compilation committee, they all seem to be second-rate titles that only a nobody would use.

While Shuanghui's "King of Kings" might unconsciously remind people of sausages, perhaps this kind of impressive-sounding title is better?

The whimsical Li Lin immediately made the decision, then, ignoring the utterly bewildered expressions on the faces of the members of the official history compilation committee, leisurely boarded the plane bound for Milan, Italy.

......

airport.

"We've arrived in Milan, the world's highest city!" After a four-hour flight, Li Lin, now on the other side of the world, exclaimed, "Milan is so beautiful! Oh, isn't that the Crimson Demon? Let's take a look at Vereslana in the distance, family."

"Stop talking nonsense, okay? What Vereslana..."

Before Erica could finish speaking, the previously bright sun began to dim at a visible speed.

As soon as Li Lin finished speaking, the sky quickly turned gray and gloomy.

The fierce winds caused the clouds to surge and gather from all directions, becoming increasingly thick and viscous, like a lump of ink that could not be dissolved.

Lightning flashed, accompanied by a deep rumble, as if giant dragons and serpents were slithering through the gaps in the clouds, the flashes of lightning that ripped across the sky reflecting the luster of their scales.

Erica's face instantly turned ugly. This situation could only mean one thing—the God of Disobedience was in Milan, and might have already clashed with the King of Swords!

Erica felt a chill run down her spine at the thought of the devastating consequences of their battles.

A red sedan rolled down its window, and a young, beautiful girl with black hair sat in the driver's seat.

She was dressed in a black and white maid outfit, with a Katyusha headdress on her head. Her appearance was charming and beautiful, like a lily swaying in the breeze.

"Young Miss, would you like to get in the car?"

"Oh, it's Anna! That's great!"

Erica gave a wry smile, opened the car door, and gestured for Li Lin to get in, not expecting to experience two near-death driving maneuvers in one day.

The sky grew increasingly gloomy and dark, as if night had fallen and the whole world was about to become pitch black.

This was not a simple natural disaster like a storm or thunderstorm, but rather some phenomenon that moved directly toward Milan, causing changes in the natural weather along the way.

"The most important thing now is to get back as quickly as possible; we're racing against time with the gods—"

......

Milan, Italy.

Heavy, leaden clouds hung over the city, accompanied by thunder as if it were the end of the world. Flashes of lightning shone through the clouds, and the terrifying sense of oppression sent shivers down one's spine.

Unlike the howling, swirling winds on the city's outskirts, inside the city, even the atmosphere seemed to freeze.

The whole world seemed to have lost its sound and become quiet.

Panic was spreading rapidly throughout the city, but surprisingly, no one shouted or spoke.

Everyone seemed to be on edge, worried that if they made a sound, they would attract the attention of some being in the huge void in the sky.

—This is the epitome of repression.

Even breathing became extremely difficult, requiring almost all their strength to do so, making them feel like they were about to suffocate.

Waiting is the most agonizing thing.

The unknown is the most frightening thing.

Now, waiting and the unknown are intertwined.

People subconsciously believe that something vast and quietly spreading is lurking within the thunderclouds.

They looked up, but could only see thick clouds and flashes of lightning within them.

In fact, they had already witnessed this existence, but they were unaware that they had seen it.

Because that is the phenomenon itself; the dark clouds, thunder, and gales they see are merely some of the manifestations of that existence.

—And where the gale stopped, an uninvited guest quietly arrived.

He was a boy with long, flowing hair and ivory skin. His features were somewhere between hard and soft, giving him a neutral beauty.

However, such a physique does not give people the slightest feeling of weakness; on the contrary, one can feel a powerful aura emanating from it.

That flawless face harbors a power called divinity.

He stood on the streets of Milan, looking at the city with a detached smile.

348. Let's say something tough.

The boy stood in the middle of the long street as if he were standing in his own palace. Despite his superhuman charm, he did not attract anyone's attention.

Because he is the greatest anomaly itself, the incomprehensible and indescribable inhuman incarnation.

The strength of a disobedient god should not be judged solely by their power and divinity, but also by their unwavering commitment to breaking free from mythology and venturing into reality.

A weak god in mythology may not necessarily become weak after becoming independent; a powerful god in mythology may not necessarily become strong after leaving the mythology.

But without a doubt, this young man's obsession is second to none among all the disobedient gods, because he is no longer a war god who follows the righteous path to conquer the disobedient, but a fighting god who craves battle and thirsts for defeat.

He gazed at the entire city and happily opened his arms.

"bring it on!"

The wind howled and swirled the clouds, and a sharp screech suddenly broke the silence, sending his voice soaring into the clouds.

"Give me a formidable foe!"

"Give me a defeat!"

"Give me a real battle!"

And so, amidst the swirling and howling of the storm, his declaration of war was carried far and wide, announcing the start of war to an enemy whose whereabouts were unknown.

The boy wasn't worried that his opponent wouldn't respond to his declaration of war—he knew that the Demon King here also craved a thrilling battle, and the God King of the Mediterranean would absolutely not tolerate anyone's swagger.

In any case, I can have a thoroughly enjoyable battle today.

......

On the other side of Milan, accompanied by a roaring sound as if the cylinders were about to explode, an out-of-control car hurtled into the city at breakneck speed.

"Stab!"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out, the tires emitted blue smoke on the asphalt road, leaving several long skid marks before finally coming to a slow stop.

The car door opened, and Erica, her legs feeling weak, got out of the passenger seat, while Kiyoaki Ena, her face ashen, struggled to open the door and climb down from her seat like a lump of mud.

Kiyoshuin Ena never expected that she would be able to enjoy the driving skills of two brilliant strategists in one day.

A violent wind howled, and a torrential downpour, aided by the wind, pounded down with a resounding crackling sound.

The raging torrents of the storm made it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

Erica's long blonde hair was instantly soaked, yet it still danced wildly in the howling wind. She struggled to raise her hand to shield her forehead, trying desperately to assess the situation.

"They've clashed... no, not yet. Lord Salvatore hasn't even unleashed his powers."

The surrounding streets were deserted, and residents seemed to have all gone into buildings to take refuge. Further away on the long street, the sound of loudspeakers could be faintly heard, as if officials were trying to evacuate and guide the public to not panic.

However, Erica felt even more uneasy.

This means that this disobedient god did not intend to engage in a death battle with the demons in the no-man's land, but instead chose to raid their base and turn the city of Milan into a bargaining chip.

"Anna! Don't come out... Just wait here, wait for us to come back!"

Countless raindrops fell from above, making it difficult even for Erica to hear her own cries, but she believed Anna could protect her.

The howling wind, the dense downpour, the oppressive dark clouds, and the flashing thunder all pointed to one thing: this disobedient god was eager to start the fight.

“If your alliance leader were present, this wouldn’t have happened,” Li Lin said, speaking casually from his seat.

Normally, Erica should have retaliated at this point, but the natural disaster had left her no time to argue with Li Lin.