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

He realized that this seemingly mindless god-slayer had actually come prepared!

Salvatore Toni was not ignorant of himself; on the contrary, he knew far too much.

The Savior Blade was raised, clashing with the Fantasy Sword Balmonk and the Rainbow Sword Karadeboga. Countless sharp buzzing sounds rang out, and sword light continued to flash under the thunderous sky. The ruins of the city were instantly sliced ​​into powder by the fine sword energy and then lifted into the air, like a whirlwind scattering the dust of time.

The silver figure ultimately failed to take a single step.

After all, he wasn't the real "last king".

"So you knew who I was all along?"

"So you're willing to destroy America just to create an opportunity to lure me out?"

"So you waged war against the other demon kings also in order to seize upon a clue to fate and bring us into existence?"

"So your master faked his death at the beginning of time and fate to lure us away and eliminate us once and for all?!"

Amidst the sword energy, sword light, and sword sounds, the silver figure asked a sharp question.

"Yes."

Across the barrier of thunder, lightning, and roaring thunder, the Sword King, his face radiating battle intent, answered in a calm voice.

"This is a decisive battle against the last king, and even against destiny itself."

"The Last King. No, Rama's brother, for whom the shadow of all sins is borne, Lakshman."

424 Late bloomers

Regardless of who set up this scheme targeting the Last King and fate itself, it doesn't really matter at this moment. However, for the sake of some inquisitive observers, let's briefly review the situation at that time.

......

"So we're going to take action against the Last King named Rama?" Salvatore Tony was raring to go. "That sounds like a very tough opponent—but the Last King seems to be closely related to the Covenant Law. The more Godslayers there are, the more powerful the Last King will become."

“No, by then, there will only be one perfect Godslayer in the world.” Nian shook his head. “That will be you.”

"Why?" Tony asked blankly, then turned to look at Li Lin, who was fiddling with his nose.

Li Lin, engrossed in picking his nose, suddenly pulled hard, and two streams of blood trickled down his nasal cavity...

Tony turned his head away, unable to bear the sudden sight.

“That’s because Li Lin isn’t a god-slayer at all; he didn’t even undergo a reincarnation ritual,” Nian said. “He even beat up Pandora.”

However, this news was never released, leading the world to believe that Li Lin was the seventh Godslayer, a demon king reigning over the East.

"So he is actually a god who does not obey?" Tony suddenly realized.

“Not really.” Nian shook his head. “This is the paradox of the world—my greater size overshadowed Li Lin’s brilliance, so I was regarded as a disobedient god called [Tiangong] and included in the world’s fate for observation, while the relatively dim Li Lin became the object of neglect.”

"So he and the Last King are actually of the same race?" Tony and Vereslana looked at each other in bewilderment.

“But there can only be one final king,” Nian said. “So we have to bring down the final king, but as you all know, the final king is just a puppet of fate. So our great enemy is fate itself and the final king named Rama.”

Life and death, coming and going, puppets on a stage; when the thread breaks, they fall apart.

The fact that the mighty Last King was merely a puppet of fate sounds pitiful, but they had no right to pity others.

“So your task is to entangle Rama and his attendants.” Nian assigned tasks to everyone, “Just like that monkey who called himself the Great Sage Equaling Heaven had two guardian attendants, the Sand God and Pigsy, Rama’s guardian attendants are his brother Lakshman and a monkey named Hanuman.”

“I know how powerful Hanuman is.” Tony raised his hand enthusiastically. “Legend has it that he is the prototype of Sun Wukong, the earliest guardian deity, and the source of all guardian deities.”

“Leave this to Vereslana and Melusin to handle,” Nian said. “You deal with Lakshman.”

"Who the hell is he?"

Perhaps because he had spent so much time with Li Lin, Tony had also picked up some bad habits.

"He is Rama's brother, and he bears the shadow of all the karmic impurities for Rama. He can use all of Rama's abilities, but the effect is half as strong."

Nian snapped open the folding fan in his hand and laughed, "When Lakshman realizes that you have become a threat to him, he will definitely come out to punish you as soon as possible. You must hold on, big brother Italy."

“Hey, hey.” Tony scratched his head unhappily. “I’m telling you, you’re underestimating me. After all, I’m an immortal who has been granted the [Conflict] – to be honest, I’m afraid I might accidentally kill him.”

“Once he is killed, Lakshman will immediately be resurrected by Rama, so you have to be careful.” Nian waved his hand without any burden. “Leave Rama to me. Actually, we have no pressure in overpowering the Last King. The real burden will fall on Li Lin’s shoulders.”

"Unless fate tempts me, I will not yield," Li Lin declared righteously. "I, Li, am sworn enemies of gambling and drugs!"

"He wouldn't sell us out, would he?" Tony, taking advantage of having Vereslana sitting next to him, pointed at Li Lin across the table, who had a roll of paper stuck in his nostril.

"I believe he will if given the chance."

"That's what I said calmly."

Tony was speechless at this assertion.

It can only be said that Nian knew Li Lin inside and out.

“But we’re not the ones in dire straits.” Nian shrugged, rested his chin on his hand, and gave Li Lin a meaningful look. “You should seize the opportunity yourself.”

What truly determines this battle is not Nian, who is in the present moment—she can wipe out the Last King and his allies countless times—but Li Lin's battle with fate will begin at the very beginning of time, traversing twelve thousand years of the ignorant age of gods, and even eight thousand years of human history.

If there is a shadow behind civilization, then Li Lin is now going to fight the Black Hand to the death on the scale of time.

Over such a long period of time, one or two deaths and defeats may not be enough to determine the outcome of the entire battle, but repeated failures can accumulate and shake the entire situation.

Li Lin cannot participate in this game, otherwise it will affect his own purity. How to get entangled with fate itself, how to overcome it... these can only be determined by Li Lin's own methods.

"Of all the ways to become an immortal, you chose the most difficult one." Nian shook his head. "To be honest, I have no experience with this either. The last being in the entire Mansu who took this approach was known as the Lion Craftsman."

Among all the Diviners, after slaying the ancient god Qipan, Colonel Diviner raised a landmass called Mycenae from the sea and established the city-state of Mycenae there.

He subsequently became the patron god of many Greek city-states, and most people revered him as Zeus. Some also claimed that during that time, he walked the earth under the name Perseus.

Perseus's lineage expanded eastward, establishing the great empire known as Persia. There, the lion maker, then a mortal, revered the colonel's power and joined his ranks, becoming his most capable subordinate and disciple.

Until a secret about loyalty and betrayal led the Lionsmith, with the support of several chaplains, to betray the colonel, crush his sword with his fist, and return to the Persian Empire in the name of the Golden General.

In the tombs of the Persian kings, he ascended into Mansus, and in the seven great histories and countless other historical branches, he waged an endless struggle against the Colonel in various forms and by various means.

This is their eternal war.

Li Lin said proudly, "This is thanks to my competitive spirit since I was a child."

Vereslana indicated that he was all ears.

Li Lin cleared his throat: "When we were little, we all had to go to kindergarten. Back then, everyone played with the toys they brought themselves."

"But sometimes children will fight over other people's toys. They will argue, fight, and even get into brawls over novel toys. Don't think that they don't understand anything just because they are young. Sometimes the evil that is exposed in early childhood is more pure. This is why I hate human babies, not just because they are noisy."

Li Lin, true to his original aspirations, made a diss of the human cubs.

"And what about you?" Nian went to the water dispenser, poured herself a Coke, and returned to the table.

“I’m different; they play with toys.”

Li Lin said, "I'm playing as a kindergarten teacher."

"So they all praised me, saying I would definitely achieve great things in the future."

425 The hedgehog cat has no interlude, it's like...

Just as Li Lin claimed to be a late bloomer, it was indeed a long time before he had the opportunity to make his move—which, relative to the years he lived in the present world, was only a few minutes.

For Li Lin, who was living in history and was almost completely becoming an abstract shadow of civilization, it was only after 1,200 years of one-sided suppression that he had a chance to intervene for less than a minute, killing his husband and leaving Anne Charlton and the Marquis of Voban on the verge of death.

At the same time, this also became a sign that Li Lin was sounding the horn of counterattack, because Nian had suppressed the most troublesome final king, Rama.

In the epic poem Ramayana, he is the king of Ayodhya, the lover of Princess Sita, and an incarnation of Vishnu who slaughtered countless rakshasas after fourteen years of asceticism, destined to bring the Dharma to the world.

In the Buddhist tradition, he ended his suffering, attained enlightenment and liberation, and became an Arhat worthy of offerings from humans and gods.

In the Rama religion classic "Rama's Deeds," which worships him, he is the ideal king, a self-sacrificing monarch, a hero who upholds the righteous path, and a deity whose name can bring liberation.

And before us, the pure white figure blocking the giant dragon carrying the sun, is none other than King Rama from the legend?

He was tall with fair skin, a high nose, and bright, piercing eyes like a beacon. His long hair was tied into a long braid at the back of his head, protruding from his magnificent helmet.

The silver armor on Lakshman originally belonged to him, but on Rama, the armor was like a glorious sun!

The Last King's cloak billowed wildly behind him like a burning fire, and the bright, savior's sword fell from his palm as if he had grasped a ray of light.

Rama raised his hand, and then a rumbling thunder came from the horizon, and all the survivors couldn't help but prostrate themselves in worship.

"What is that! The King of the Wild Hunt?"

Some people pressed their foreheads to the ground in fear, listening to the thunderous hoofbeats rushing past their ears, feeling their skin and blood tremble. They couldn't help but think of the ancient legend of the "King of the Wild Hunt" that circulated in Europe.

Legend has it that invisible hunters roam the continent of Europe. Their forms and appearances are unseen, yet they relentlessly pursue their prey. Leading them is a monarch known as the King of the Wild Hunt.

In Scandinavia, it is said that the Wild Hunt King was Odin in disguise, while in Britain, the Wild Hunt King was known by the alias Arthur.

At this moment, the true nature of the Wild Hunt has been revealed.

The piercing sound of the horn stirred up a storm, and from the countless spreading ripples, a sound as if it were tangible rose into the sky, constantly undulating in the clouds and shaking the stars.

......

On the dark green tabletop, visible only to Li Lin, a blinding glow flickered constantly.

Someone has arrived.

The signs were clear enough—horns boomed, stars dimmed, sunlight was obscured, and the air was as cold as a knife. All signs pointed to an immortal being drawing near!