My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo no longer deliberately suppressed his aura, and energy fluctuations belonging to level 46 spread out.

I sensed that the aura was only around level 46.

Many members of the hero's team wore expressions of contempt and mockery.

"Level 46? That's it?"

The gaunt thief sneered.

"You were playing tricks on me, you almost fooled me!"

It's worth noting that the lowest level member of this A-rank hero team is level 40.

They wouldn't even consider a level 46 opponent a threat.

The gun-wielding captain and the heavily armored fat man, however, did not relax their brows.

Their combat experience was greater, and they instinctively sensed the danger lurking beneath that calm exterior.

But indeed, reaching level 46 was a relief for them.

"Captain, let me do it. It's a good opportunity to stretch my muscles, and it's time to feed my kids some snacks."

A pale-faced young man holding a black wooden staff stepped forward from the crowd.

He is the team's summoner.

He licked his lips, his eyes full of mockery as he looked at Lin Mo.

He chanted, slamming his ebony staff heavily onto the ground, and black light flashed across the open space in front of him.

Eight ferocious trolls, taller than the native trolls of the canyon and with bloodthirsty red eyes, were summoned.

They roared deafeningly, brandishing enchanted metal clubs, and charged toward Lin Mo with steps that shook the ground.

"More people?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Lin Mo's lips.

He didn't even swing his sword to attack; he simply had a thought.

Waaah—!

A piercing, soul-wrenching scream suddenly rang out!

With the black sword in Lin Mo's hand as the origin, hundreds of dark blue souls of various shapes surged out like a flood bursting its banks!

Wind wolves, orcs, human soldiers, and even the souls of ordinary trolls he had just killed...

They converged into a cold, deadly torrent.

It instantly engulfed the eight ferocious trolls!

There were no violent collisions, only the agonizing tearing of souls and the troll's brief, dying howl.

The eerie blue light flickered and pulsed, but it dissipated in just two or three breaths.

The eight ferocious trolls, along with their weapons, had vanished as if they had never existed.

Only faint remnants of the soul remained in the air.

"What?!"

The young summoner's face turned deathly pale. He stumbled back three steps, staring in disbelief at his summoned creature that had been instantly devoured.

The other heroes also gasped in surprise, their faces filled with astonishment.

"What was that just now? It summoned hundreds of undead in an instant?"

"This is something no ordinary professional could do! Is he a divine guide?"

"Something's not right with this guy."

……

While everyone was shocked by the hundreds of ghosts, Lin Mo's gaze had already locked onto the dazed summoner.

The black sword was raised, its killing intent gathering.

"Oh dear, that guy is fierce! Don't kill him yet!"

At this moment, the alluring female assassin let out a coquettish laugh, her figure appearing like a ghost, blocking the summoner's path.

Her infatuation deepened, but a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes.

"Let me play with you~"

These brave individuals still viewed it as a "game".

They believed that no matter how strange the person before them was, he would never dare to actually kill a noble hero.

After all, these are the values ​​they've built since they were summoned to this world.

The brave are valued, while the locals are despised.

Even if they really did shit on these locals, they wouldn't dare lay a finger on the hero.

"Beware of his ghost!"

The summoner had just reminded the female assassin.

The female assassin smiled confidently, drew two scarlet daggers from her waist, crossed them in front of her chest, and let out a low shout.

"Divine Revelation—[The Call of Virtue]!"

hum!

The dagger in her hand suddenly transformed into two thick, sweet, peach-colored wisps of mist.

The fog quickly spread, enveloping her and the area where Lin Mo was located.

The mist carried a strange sweetness, yet also contained a hint of decay.

Hold your breath!

The captain with the gun shouted sternly and took the lead in holding his breath and retreating.

The other team members also covered their mouths and noses, showing signs of fear.

Clearly, they had a deep understanding of this woman's divine abilities.

The female assassin's voice drifted through the mist, carrying a smug explanation.

"Inhaling my precious mist will create the most pleasurable hallucinations~ You'll fall irrevocably in love with me and willingly become my slave... Don't worry, the pain will subside soon, hee hee."

She looked forward to seeing him with dazed eyes, kneeling and begging for mercy.

However, Lin Mo's figure remained clearly visible in the center of the fog.

He didn't even frown; it was as if an invisible barrier surrounded him, repelling the peach-colored mist.

His tens of thousands of mental attributes give him an absolute and overwhelming resistance to charm-type abilities that primarily affect the mind.

"Heh, it's clearly a succubus's skill, but it's called Virtue."

Lin Mo snorted coldly, his sarcastic voice piercing through the mist.

The female assassin's smug smile froze on her face, and for the first time, surprise and doubt appeared in her eyes.

"What?!"

"The Holy Revelation of Dreams didn't work on him?!"

"How is this possible?! The power of virtue can even influence a level 50 monster boss!"

A gasp of disbelief rose from the back of the group.

The mage team member's face paled even more, his voice trembling: "No, it's not useless... it's completely ineffective! This means his mental strength... is at least twice that of Qimeng! Only then can he completely ignore this direct mental erosion!"

"Twice?! Are you kidding me! Qimeng's mental strength is among the top three in the team, isn't he only level 45?!"

Before anyone could react...

The next second, the black sword's dark light tore through the pink mist, and with a speed that exceeded everyone's reaction limits, it pierced straight for Qimeng's throat!

This sword strike was swift and decisive, filled with chilling killing intent, without the slightest hesitation!

"Oh no! He's going to kill us!"

The heavily armored fat man, who had been intently watching the battle, suddenly narrowed his pupils to pinpoints!

He originally thought the other party was just threatening or teaching him a lesson, and would never dare to actually kill him.

But the decisiveness of this sword strike sent chills down his spine!

"Iron block!"

The fat man roared, frantically channeling his battle aura into his entire body and activating his Saintly Awakening ability!

His massive body instantly gleamed with a metallic grayish-white luster.

The skin, muscles, and even the plate armor seemed to have fused together into a single piece of finely forged steel.

His defensive power surged in an instant!

This is his proudest absolute defense, which has saved his teammates in critical moments many times.

With a single leap, his massive body unleashed an unexpected speed, forcefully blocking the female assassin's path.

He crossed his arms, ready to take the blow head-on.

He was confident that even if the opponent's attack was unpredictable, his enhanced defense would be enough to block and repel the opponent.

however--

scoff!

Instead of the expected loud clang of metal clashing, there was only a soft, chilling sound, like a hot knife slicing through butter.

A dark sword flashed by.

The fat man stood frozen in place, his face contorted with disbelief and horror.

He looked down at his crossed arms and the smooth sword wound on his chest that pierced through his enhanced body.

"How...how is this possible..."

He made a gurgling sound in his throat.

The next moment, his massive, metallic body, along the sword mark, was neatly split in two and crashed to the left and right!

The steel-like internal organs fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

The strong smell of blood instantly overwhelmed the sweetness of the peach-colored mist.

The Holy Revelation [Iron Block] was shattered by a single sword strike!

The peach-colored mist dissipated rapidly due to the owner's intense emotional shock.

The room was deathly silent.

All the heroes, including the captain with the gun, stared wide-eyed and gaped.

Everyone stared at the fat man's body, which was split in two, as if they had been petrified.

He then stared stiffly at Lin Mo, who stood there with his sword sheathed and his expression still indifferent.

Instant kill?

The fat guy... was killed instantly by a single sword strike?

He really dares to kill the hero?!

And they killed so easily, so...without hesitation!