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

[Your students, partners, guards, supporters, those you deceived, those you sacrificed...and all that belongs to you.]

You have pre-booked a seat among the immortals.

So far, all the immortals Li Lin has encountered have been either enemies, allies, or closer acquaintances, but none of them have been his followers.

Although Raiden Shin is a follower, she has lost her place as an immortal and can only cling to the crown of the relic. To put it more politely, she is a ghost guarding the gate of the Mansor headquarters.

As for the relationship between Nian and Li Lin, it cannot be explained in just a few words.

Therefore, Vereslana was indeed the first "immortal" to pledge allegiance to Li Lin.

But there's more to it than that; the dark green desktop almost explicitly indicates that Li Lin can at least become a named figure...

Li Lin gasped in fright and shook his head repeatedly.

"Mansu and Sichen are truly blind."

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As Vereslana stood up after the ceremony, he heard Li Lin mutter to himself in surprise.

"Ah Wei," Li Lin asked, a hint of confusion in his eyes, "if someone made a beautiful handicraft out of excrement and gave it to you, would you put it on your bedside table and admire it every day?"

Vereslana's expression changed.

He realized that he didn't understand Li Lin's ideas at all.

That makes sense. If people could easily understand the thoughts of a madman, why would there be mental hospitals in the world?

353 Fights, more fights

In short, Li Lin spent a lot of effort to destroy, uh, ravage... rebuild Vereslana's worldview and make him understand his meaning.

As someone destined to work under Li Lin, being able to grasp the boss's spirit means one must also have some issues of one's own.

The Colossus vanished in an instant, while Li Lin and Vereslana slowly descended from the sky. Looking at Milan, which was one-third destroyed, Li Lin felt no shame.

"Isn't it their own fault for not working hard enough?" Facing Erica's questioning gaze, Li Lin shrugged. "It's like a 22-year-old girl dying from overwork, while the official media is sharing the correct way to stay up all night."

"And you should thank me."

Li Lin made a careless remark: "If I hadn't arrived in time and given Awei a good talking-to, Milan would probably be gone."

"But...but—"

Erica knew that Li Lin was right, but she still couldn't get over it emotionally. She always felt that since Li Lin had the ability to defeat Vereslana, he should protect the entire territory of Milan.

"Alice, your idea is wrong, and your awareness is not very high."

Li Lin said earnestly, "I have no relation to you. I came all this way just to mess with Tony. Now that I've managed to save two-thirds of Milan for you, you should each kowtow to me three times, declare tonight that I have the right to the first night in all of Milan, and write me on the top line of your family tree."

“I’m not your grandfather, how can you put all the blame on me? If Marquis Voban were here, would you dare to do this?”

"Even if we take a step back and assume it's Tony, he wouldn't accept this kind of blackmail."

"You can't treat me this coldly just because I'm easy to talk to. I'm furious!" Li Lin shouted, feeling he hadn't received the treatment he deserved. "Awei, burn this whole city to ashes!"

"Your will!"

Vereslana immediately took a step forward, ready to ride the gale and take off again.

"Yes!"

A cheerful voice rang out from not far away.

Erica, disregarding the fact that Li Lin had mispronounced her name, immediately knelt down on one knee: "Lord Salvatore!"

With his blond hair and a hearty smile, the Sword King was still wearing that open-chested shirt. He paid no attention to Erica and approached Li Lin as if they were old friends: "You're absolutely right! That's what I was thinking too."

His tone was so sincere that no one could find fault with it.

“I’m Salvatore Tony, you can just call me Tony. What’s your name?”

The Sword King blinked.

"You must be the new god-slayer? You seem to be from the East, but unfortunately I'm not very familiar with names from Qing Dynasty or Japan."

Tony scratched the back of his head: "But don't worry! As long as I see him more than five times, I'll definitely remember his name!"

"This is..." Just as Kiyoshuin Ena was about to introduce her, Li Lin started making up a story with a straight face.

"I am a trainee who has been practicing Godslayer for two and a half years. My name is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. You can call me Mickey."

“Okay, Mickey!” The blond youth’s smile grew even brighter as he nodded vigorously, as if it would enhance his memory. “This name feels so familiar… Hmm! I’ve got it.”

Then he looked up at Vereslana and reached behind him to touch the long, thin black box.

"This must be the God of Disobedience? He's quite the object of my desire."

Vereslana returned the smile with equally fierce fighting spirit: "You are indeed the King of Swords... truly extraordinary, but unfortunately you are not yet my match."

Li Lin suddenly turned his head: "You really want to fight him?"

“Of course!” Tony smiled. “Mickey is a perfect sparring partner…and did you hear that? He said I’m not worthy to be his opponent.”

"My sword has already drunk the blood of Mekal, so it's not unreasonable for it to be stained with the blood of Veleslana as well, is it?"

“That’s Ah Wei!” Li Lin said with heartache. “Even though he killed, set fires, stirred up storms, and destroyed cities, he was still a good boy.”

Even Vereslana himself felt a chill run down his spine after hearing Li Lin's words.

“At least please don’t make a scene here!” Erica suddenly stood up. “The aftermath of the war between this war god and the new king has already destroyed a third of Milan. If you insist on fighting here…”

"That's right."

The Sword King scratched his head in frustration: "How about we go somewhere else..."

Li Lin suddenly pointed behind Tony, his eyes widening: "Look, there's a pretty girl over there who's not wearing any clothes!"

"Who would be fooled by such a lewd trick!" Erica immediately retorted.

"Where?" Tony looked in response.

Vereslana, who was in mid-air, saw it clearly. As Tony turned around, Li Lin pulled out a crowbar from somewhere and struck Tony directly on the back of the head.

A low sigh seemed to be heard, and the Sword King, who had turned around, raised his hand as if by accident and flipped his wrist.

He did not unleash the power of words, but merely opened the sword box on his back slightly.

As the youngest Demon King to date, Salvatore Tony was unable to accumulate magical power before becoming a Godslayer, but he possessed extraordinary talent in swordsmanship. In just one month, he mastered Saint Raphael's swordsmanship and even defeated the Celtic God King, Nuada the Silver-Armed, with his own swordsmanship.

Even after becoming a god-slayer, he never stopped honing his swordsmanship, and he always managed to appear on various battlefields of conflict.

Unlike most European swordsmen, Tony also studied Eastern swordsmanship, mastering both Chinese swordsmanship and Japanese swordsmanship, and was even able to rival Luo Hao in this field.

From that point on, he no longer saw any barriers to swordplay.

The power that was usurped from Nuada, the Silver Arm the Ripper, is no longer confined to the cage of Word of Power. Instead, it has been reborn and regards all things in heaven and earth as its own sword.

Such as now.

None of the demonic swords forged in the sword sheath to deal with various situations were unsheathed; only the airflow from opening the sheath transformed into sharp swords.

Amidst the scraping sound of steel, the shocking power was dissipated, while the sword energy meandered up Li Lin's wrist, all the way down his arm and heading straight for his neck.

But just as Li Lin hadn't expected his sneak attack to be blocked in this way, Tony hadn't expected that the sword energy catalyzed by his power wouldn't even scratch Li Lin's skin, slipping away from Li Lin's collar like a gentle breeze.

"How interesting!"

Tony turned around again, and this time the black sword case behind him opened completely with a clang of metal, revealing his right arm shimmering with silver light.

However, an even louder whistling sound came from overhead.

Tony looked up in astonishment, only managing to raise his arm above his head before being slammed into the ground by the giant fist of Jambudvipa!

In an instant, a third of Milan collapsed into ruins once again.

"Awei, shut down his powers!"

354 LOL, today my mom and her friend hit someone's bumper while driving.

Almost as soon as Li Lin finished speaking, Veleslana, who was floating in the air, stretched out his palm, pulled out the golden sword in the void, and pointed it at Tony, who had been smashed into the ground.

Compared to Li Lin's elusive nature, this analysis and judgment were very easy.

It was so simple that it almost brought tears to Vereslana's eyes—damn, this is what a normal person is like!

Vereslana sighed as he swung his golden sword, drawing upon Salvatore Tony's powers.

First and foremost is the [Silver Arm the Ripper], which he obtained by defeating the Celtic god-king "Silver Arm Nuada". This ability transforms his right hand into a silver hand and allows him to use all things as his sword, accomplishing the feat of cleaving the sea and tearing apart the sky.

Secondly, there is the second power, which is also the cause of the feud between Tony and the Marquis of Voban.

Four years ago, Marquis Voban summoned dozens of witches and sorceresses with the bloodline of the ancestral gods to perform a large-scale divine ritual, thereby summoning the steel hero "Sigurd" from Northern Europe. However, Tony inexplicably stole his head, and Pandora, who was watching the show, immediately decided to give the power to Tony.

This power, named "Man of Steel," not only transforms Tony into a man of steel, endowing him with the qualities of a steel hero, but also grants him exceptional survivability.

The third power is called "Return to Medieval Style." Tony obtained this power by killing Vulcan, the Roman god of fire and craftsmen, which allows civilization to regress to medieval Europe. It lasts for about half a day and covers an area of ​​one city. To activate this power, one must write on a stone tablet inscribed with Hesiod script.

This power is practically meaningless in one-on-one combat, but it is devastating to society, the nation, and the military. Within the range of this power, all creations that do not belong to this era cannot function properly.

Tony's fourth power is of the same nature. It is the power he obtained by killing Dionysus, the god of wine in Greek mythology, called "Divine Confusion". It can cause powers within a certain range to go out of control, regardless of friend or foe. It may seem to have little value, just like "Return to Medieval Style", but in fact, it is Tony's last resort.

—By harnessing the mad power of Dionysus, one can drag their opponent into the close-quarters combat they excel at. Using one's powers requires a long preparation time, but if it's just a small-scale activation, the preparation time will be greatly reduced.