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

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Li Lin stood in front of Alice and spoke eloquently. “We came here in hiding not to flaunt our backgrounds, but to witness the arrival of a new era. Especially as the protagonists of this funeral, I think we should keep a low profile… Hmm?”

Nian patted his shoulder, both amused and exasperated: "It's not you who died, why are you acting like the main character?"

"Am I a supporting character?" Li Lin raised his head and puffed out his chest, trying his best to show his uprightness. "I think my thick eyebrows and big eyes are quite righteous."

As they were arguing, several servants came in from outside the door. They bowed slightly to Princess Alice and then signaled to Li Lin that it was time to get into the carriage.

For them, the change of leaders in other countries' secular regimes was not important; whether it was the Qing Dynasty or the Tang Dynasty, they were essentially the same.

Li Lin didn't react much, but the more he did so, the more uneasy Princess Alice felt.

......

Twenty minutes later, the heads of state of many member states gathered in front of the bus, their expressions varied, but most were complicated.

In any case, this show of force was rather unfair.

The group boarded the bus one after another and took their seats in order, with the US president at the front and Li Lin and Nian in the second position.

The others silently turned their gazes toward Li Lin, who, not to be outdone, immediately turned to meet their eyes. Perhaps feeling that meeting Li Lin's gaze was beneath them, the others turned their heads away as well. Li Lin, returning victorious, appeared triumphant and spirited.

The drive was short, and the main entrance of Westminster Abbey was right in front of us. Charles III stood on the steps holding his royal scepter. A crimson carpet stretched from the main entrance to the doorway, and pure white flowers lined both sides of the aisle. The deep, mournful voices of the choir soared into the heavens.

The crowd silently disembarked from the car, with the white-haired American president leading the way. He was quite old, so he walked rather slowly.

“I am very happy to see you here.” King Charles III’s expression was slightly sad, though he still smiled. The two heads of state clasped hands tightly. Three seconds later, King Charles III stepped back, and the president shook hands with the female prime minister of Downing Street.

The flash comes on.

After the photo was taken, the president and Charles III left together; the king did not stay to meet with the others.

He needs to project a high profile.

The female prime minister walked up, her gaze lingering briefly on Li Lin, a slight smile appearing on her capable face: "Hello, King of Tang, it is a pleasure to see you here."

She was waiting for Li Lin to reach out to her.

Whether it was the Qing Dynasty or the Tang Dynasty, although they were not members of the Commonwealth, their arrival still offered some opportunities for discussion.

Although Princess Alice's attitude has changed significantly, Downing Street and Buckingham Palace are unlikely to lower their stance too much.

“I’m quite happy too.” Under the Prime Minister’s questioning gaze, Li Lin slowly pulled out the crowbar. “I wonder how many relics the Queen will be able to unearth?”

Li Lin's sudden action prompted the surrounding guards to rush forward, and the military officer in red tried to take the crowbar from Li Lin's hand.

However, just as his hand was about to touch Li Lin, an indescribable pressure suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Click.

The officer's joints were crushed by the sudden pressure, and his whole body was compressed into a cube smaller than a little finger.

The female prime minister's high heel suddenly broke, and she clutched her throat and cried out in pain, but could not help but fall to the ground.

Whether they were guards, heads of state, or innocent passersby, they were all overwhelmed by the immense power.

Centered on Westminster Abbey, the elevation of the entire city of London suddenly dropped by five centimeters, forcing everyone to lie prone on the ground with their foreheads touching the earth to avoid being crushed by the unprovoked pressure.

The keel of the London Bridge creaked and groaned as the metal's lifespan came to an end in an instant.

London Bridge collapsed and plunged into the Thames, but no one could look up and see this magnificent sight.

Inside Westminster Abbey, the president and king, who were standing side by side, knelt down and fell to the ground in an extremely humiliating posture. The elderly Charles III could even hear the sound of his nose breaking.

Only then did Nian's angry voice roll down from the sky.

"Your Majesty!"

414 The organization has already made a decision...

Ten seconds after the immense pressure was applied, the magnificent dome of Westminster Abbey began to crumble, like a statue destroyed by time.

With an unwavering expression, Nian took a step forward, and a weight as heavy as the deep sea fell heavily on the kneeling female prime minister before him, completely crushing her unuttered cries into her internal organs.

Her flesh peeled away from her skeleton, and she became a hard mass huddled in the deep pit—clearly flesh and blood, yet radiating a dull, metallic sheen.

One by one, the buildings in the distance collapsed, and in an instant, there were no more buildings taller than ten meters in London. The city skyline became incredibly smooth.

Li Lin reluctantly put away the crowbar and shrugged: "You moved too fast, didn't you?"

"Really?" Nian crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "But playing house with them is such a waste of time."

Just as Li Lin was retorting indignantly, Alice's astral body appeared nearby.

From the moment that oppressive weight swept across the entire capital, she knew that what she had been fearing had finally come to pass.

When she saw the prime minister, who was crushed to death in the deep pit and unrecognizable, her first reaction was actually relief: thankfully, only the prime minister died, and the newly enthroned king was unharmed.

But when she turned her head and saw Westminster Abbey, which was already half collapsed and barely holding on under the protection of a great spell, the look of relief on her face instantly vanished.

No one understood the power of the great spell protecting Westminster Abbey better than her.

The foundation of this spell is the architectural blueprints of Westminster Abbey. Every rivet and keel used in its construction was enchanted by dozens of magicians and assembled in an orderly manner.

More importantly, the elements of this protective spell are inseparable from the "heart".

As long as the hearts of the king, the chairman of the council of wise men, and the descendants of the architect are still beating, this spell will remain in effect.

Unless someone can kill the direct descendants of the king, the speaker, and the architect at the same time, causing their hearts to stop beating simultaneously, this spell will never cease.

Wait... it seems the Speaker of the Council of Wise Men is already dead.

Alexander Gascoigne! Look what you've done!

Alice was the former president of the Council of Sages. After stepping down, she became a special advisor to the council and then became the acting president when the council collapsed. However, her heartbeat was no longer linked to sorcery.

Thus, one corner of the sturdy triangle collapsed.

"I hope you two will show mercy and not kill Charles III!" came a rapid voice from behind. Princess Alice, anxious to check on Charles III's life or death, leaned close to Li Lin. "Of course, if you do kill him, it has nothing to do with me. Please understand!"

Having learned from so many past mistakes, Princess Alice now has absolutely no intention of working for the royal family again.

Ultimately, she also has one-sixteenth royal blood in her body, even though she is ranked several dozenth in the line of succession.

"What's that?" Li Lin reached out and pushed aside the collapsed rubble, clearing a path several hundred meters long. "Are people these days so pragmatic and shrewd?"

"I did feel wronged at first, but I have done everything I could, so you can't blame me. After all, it was all Charles III's doing. I was the one who arranged things, and they are the ones who turned their backs on me after they've served their purpose!"

Princess Alice revealed her responsibility at the fastest pace she had ever spoken. Since the deed was already done, she might as well go all the way and get out of there.

Most importantly, based on her understanding of Li Lin and Nian over this period of time, both of them are people who respond better to gentle persuasion than force.

If you encounter a god-slayer like Marquis Voban or the Sword King, they might admire you and give you a break if you put on a tough front. But if you encounter Li Lin or Nian, they'll just think that it's more satisfying to crush your tough exterior.

The 200-meter passage passed in the blink of an eye, and two old men lying in the middle of the road in strange postures appeared before us.

"Why don't they even look at me?"

Li Lin's hateful gaze swept over Charles III and the President on the ground.

Princess Alice's face was filled with disbelief. She knew that Charles III was definitely not going to get away with this, but how come the president of the New World was here too?

It seems they have suffered an undeserved misfortune.

Princess Alice couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the old president, who was even older than Charles III, lying on the ground half-dead.

Since there's no one else here, I can just laugh.

Aside from breaking his nose and hitting his forehead on the ground too hard, Charles III was not in any further danger to his life due to the protection of his royal lineage.

Li Lin squatted down and grabbed Charles III's hair: "You're Charles III, who's been the Crown Prince for over seventy years. How could you make such a foolish move after finally getting ahead?"

Heaven help me! He had originally intended to personally present Charles III with many famous Chinese historical works, such as "The Shadow of the Axe and the Candle," "The Yellow Robe," "The Three Punches to the Emperor," "Passing the Throne to the Fourteenth Prince," and "The Regent," hoping that Charles III would learn from history and make a decision soon. Little did he know that Charles III truly lived up to the title of "Charles."

In just three days in office, he resolved the internal strife among five generations of Windsor monarchs over the past century.

In this respect, he was far more effective than the two previous King Charles IIs.

"I think there's no better time than now. Why don't you, the dutiful son, go with your mother?" Li Lin scratched his head. He had originally planned to cremate the Queen's body, but now it was all turned into Queen sauce.

"What about the throne?" Princess Alice asked cautiously.

"...Save me."

The dying Charles III pleaded for help from Princess Alice.

"Given any chance, I would never sign a consent form to let you inherit the throne." Princess Alice held back these words, feeling utterly exhausted.

He works tirelessly for the royal family, walking a tightrope between god-killers and disobedient gods, all for the sake of his reputation.

As a result, the king with dementia and the prime minister who came to power through political correctness were about to give others a hard time.

Not all secular leaders in all countries are ordinary people who preach that kings belong to kings and God belongs to God.

The East has always been home to theocratic emperors—in other words, only those who possess great power can rule such a vast empire.

“I have a question,” Nian asked curiously, “Does this country really need a king?”

“At least... it’s still necessary for now,” Princess Alice said helplessly. “Although more and more people do believe that the royal family is no longer necessary.”

"So you mean a transition period is needed?" Nian raised an eyebrow meaningfully.

"Yes, that's true... What do you mean by that?"

Li Lin and Nian exchanged a glance and said in unison, "We have already decided that you will be the king."

"Of course, I won't send you to the guillotine."