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

The experts present stared intently at the large screen in the operations room.

"We will definitely succeed! We will absolutely succeed!"

A scholar with numerous academic publications exclaimed, "No living thing on Earth can withstand a nuclear explosion! And we launched more than one nuclear warhead!"

"God bless America!"

The defense minister stared intently at the screen in front of him and made the sign of the cross on his chest.

However, just as they were waiting for the nuclear dust to completely dissipate, a somewhat distressed voice rang out clearly in the control room.

"What a troublesome problem... Although the yield of the mysterious bomb is not enough, if you keep relentlessly bombing me with nuclear weapons, I'm afraid you will really slow me down by a few minutes."

But before that, humanity will probably be destroyed by its own nuclear bombs.

As the Sword King's voice rang out, the thick, dark clouds in the sky suddenly parted sharply to both sides.

"Well, since you've used all your strength, I should respond with all my might... After all, I should thank you for your nuclear explosion, which reminded me of something I've forgotten."

The blond, god-slayer youth laughed heartily on the sea: "Then let's swear an oath here and now, I will not allow anything I cannot cut to exist—"

The crimson Tyr's Blade fell into his silver-glowing arm, and the sword energy, like the setting sun at dusk, soared into the sky, dispelling all the residual effects of the nuclear explosion!

"And this sword is an invincible blade that can cut through and slice through everything on the ground!"

Under the desperate gaze of the Secretary of Defense, who looked as if he had lost his parents, that twilight-like sword energy tore through the sky, crossed the entire territory of the United States, and fell fiercely from the sky above the Pentagon, completely erasing Virginia from the map!

......

Almost everyone in the world has forgotten Li Lin's existence, but a very few people, after a brief period of forgetting, still remember Li Lin's existence.

Above the subcontinent, Veleslana, who had transformed into a white horse carrying the sun, lowered his eyes and gazed at the believers who had completely given up resistance and were worshipping him.

Vereslana never expected that these Indians would be so compliant, bowing down to him the moment they saw him.

It can only be said that India's unique culture made these Indians accept Vereslana's rule so quickly.

However, Vereslana had no time to pay attention to the kings and chiefs on the ground who were fanatically worshipping his image; instead, he frowned.

Through some unseen connection, he guessed what kind of ritual Li Lin was performing and realized that Li Lin's condition was not good at the moment and that he could die at any time.

“Mithras once slaughtered a bull and rebuilt the sun, moon and stars from its belly, thus revealing the miracle of resurrection.”

......

“Abel?”

Melousin, wandering in the Irish wilderness, raised her head alertly.

......

Europe.

The earth trembled like a carpet, and the stars in the sky turned scarlet, falling like ripe wild fruits.

A scorching and violent wind rushed towards us.

It resembled a giant sun, orbiting over the earth.

Everyone, whether ordinary people, magicians, or great knights, could only look on in despair at that awe-inspiring, colossal being.

How should I describe it?

Just like fire, miracles, earth, war, civilization... and even the world itself!

Just looking at the giant dragon with the bronze sun crown on its head, its majestic and solemn figure walking on the earth, all the emotions in my mind were utterly destroyed.

All one can do is press one's forehead firmly against the ground to avoid being overwhelmed by fanatical worship.

Whether it was the magic societies of Northern Europe or the wolf king forces of the Balkans in Eastern Europe, they were all swiftly and decisively destroyed under the trampling of the dragons, and the instigators of all this destruction did not even deserve a second glance.

Like a god who brings Ragnarok, he merely cast a fleeting, indifferent glance at the mortal world.

Suddenly, the giant dragon walking on the earth stopped its seemingly endless pilgrimage and raised its long neck toward the sky.

At the same time, the metal sun wheel hanging behind his head suddenly started spinning, and a sound with a hint of laughter fell from the clouds, like the beating of a heavenly drum.

"Wow, that's really capable."

The dragon's eyes gleamed, as if it had seen its own treasure, revealing a greedy joy.

Even if the whole world forgets Li Lin, she will never forget him, because he is a treasure that belongs only to her.

Unlike Salvatore and the others, who only remembered Li Lin's existence after a brief period of forgetfulness, Nian never forgot Li Lin.

This is precisely the source of Li Lin's confidence to go alone to the beginning of time and fate, to commit suicide there, and to hold a ceremony—they both unconditionally trusted each other and believed that the other would remember them.

That year was Li Lin's last and only insurance policy.

Then, the dragon, its beard and hair bristling and its face majestic, raised its eyes, curled its fingers, and flicked them towards an unreachable and unknowable distance!

thump—

In that instant, every living thing in the world heard that thunderous heartbeat.

Then, all the metal began to vibrate at the same frequency, frantically retracing back to the past from that point in time.

With the witness "Year" as the benchmark, the thread of fate suddenly snapped.

Subsequently, Li Lin, who had died in history, was "resurrected" in various miraculous ways.

—Or rather, recast.

......

Li Lin, who had been nailed to the cross and had been dead for seven days, suddenly raised his head in full view of everyone, gave a bizarre smile to the terrified Roman soldiers and passersby, then pulled his hand out of the nail and straightened the crooked crown of thorns on his head.

Li Lin, who had been disemboweled in the Sun Cave, calmly rose amidst the horrified gazes of his followers. He then snatched a knife from the Mithraic priest, slit open his chest and abdomen, and removed his internal organs, stuffing them into his own empty body.

Beneath the oak trees at Stonehenge, the earth churned, and the druids walking around the fire screamed as they retreated, watching the half-rotten Li Lin rise from the mud, foul-smelling maggots crawling in and out of his pristine skeleton.

Li Lin, drunk and drowned, opened his eyes underwater. He reached out and grabbed the wrist of the person near the shore, staring at their pale faces. His lips parted, but what came out was a half-eaten tongue that had been soaked and rotten.

......

Fear, an unprecedented fear, came from the future and surged into the broken skull of Li Lin in the past.

At the singularity where time and fate begin, the blood-red setting sun burns, dyeing the world crimson. In this bizarre and wondrous world, only the distant thunder and the sound of wind echo in desolate silence.

Then, in a chilling silence, Li Lin's body on the ground moved his fingers, groping to straighten his drooping head.

But simply making someone a full-fledged official is not enough.

Li Lin's fingers deftly kneaded his face, smearing his eyeballs to the sides of his head, then pinching the empty eye sockets closed and pressing them flat on his face.

Not only that, Li Lin also pinched his nose bridge high, and at the same time disassembled his skull and cheekbones, transforming his round skull into a triangle along the protruding nasal bone.

Two eyeballs were set on either side of the triangle, and the sharp bridge of his nose gleamed with a cold metallic light, inspiring inexplicable fear in those who looked at him.

Now, Li Lin's head looks like a bizarre axe, with the slightly thick back of his head being the back of the axe and the sharp bridge of his nose being the blade used for chopping.

—【The Axe of Terror】.

This is the sixth mark.

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Fear of Calamity

[A rare artifact cast in the third tier.]

[Characteristic: Calamity. Legend has it that the sun has been bleeding ever since. Will it ever stop bleeding?]

This object was created out of fear of the creator during its forging; anything struck by it will be plunged into endless terror, followed by ceaseless disaster.

[Characteristic: Split. A wolf, greedy for destruction, lurks in.]

[There is a deity who seeks the end of all things, even their own end. Anything touched by this deity will witness its own demise.]

[Characteristic: Solid white. The opposing attributes of things are divided into two.]

[A diviner made an incredible sacrifice; what should not be combined shall cease to exist. Under the protection of the double-horned axe, everything touched by its blade can be severed once more.]

[Characteristic: Legend. A person nailed to a cross could be the Messiah, or just a thief; a person drowned in water might be a peerless poet, or a sorcerer with magical powers.]

Your existence is no longer confined to one world; from now on, legends about you will begin to circulate in other worlds as well.

[Description: A certain emperor forged his form from the very things he feared. Yet fear is the foundation of courage, and here a celestial being grows ever stronger with each battle.]

Li Lin, who had transformed into an axe-wielding man, did not feel any discomfort. However, his path to advancement belonged to the Mansu system, so to take the final step to become an immortal, he had to return to the esoteric world to perform the ascension ceremony.

He passed through the gate at the beginning of time and destiny, cleaving it open head-on.

Then, back to the future!

......

Netherland.

The three people in the midst of the melee simultaneously realized that something was wrong—but the instant this thought arose, they were seized by an inexplicable fear.

The first to realize something was wrong was the man who had transformed into the Yamata no Orochi. He had already suffered severe injuries from the coordinated attack of the two god-slayers, so the moment he had a thought, he realized that something had changed.

To this end, he bravely endured a Moonlight Bullet fired by John Pruttor in an attempt to withdraw from the battlefield.

However, a hand landed on his neck.