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

"retreat--!!!"

The leader's hoarse roar echoed across the chaotic army ranks.

They were defeated, utterly defeated.

The black-robed man on the city wall summoned not an army at all, but reapers from the underworld!

Even the most elite soldiers.

The swords and arrows were then further poisoned.

They all appear laughable and fragile in the face of those ghosts that are immune to physical attacks.

The dark elf army was finally awakened from its daydream of certain victory.

Instead, there was boundless fear.

The formation completely collapsed, and the soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons, turning around and fleeing for their lives towards the southern forest they had come from.

They rushed through the ruins of the fallen outer city.

Walk through the burning streets.

They left the outer city that they had finally managed to capture.

As they were about to escape Ash Fortress and return to the wasteland.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the fleeing army.

Black robe, black sword.

It was Lin Mo.

The fleeing dark elves came to an abrupt halt as if they had crashed into an invisible wall.

The relief of escaping death that lingered on the faces of the soldiers at the front instantly turned into deeper despair.

"It's him... what is he doing here?!"

"How could it be so fast?!"

……

The leader pushed aside the guards protecting him and walked to the front of the battle.

Looking at Lin Mo blocking his path, his voice trembled with anger and a sense of foreboding: "You... really want to wipe us all out?!"

Lin Mo did not answer.

He simply drew the black sword from his waist slowly.

At the same time, a red curtain spread out from him, covering an area of ​​several tens of meters around him.

The sword was dark, as if it could absorb all the light around it.

The massacre began.

There were no rousing battle cries, no dazzling magic.

Only the faint sound of a black sword slicing through the air and the dull thuds of dark elves falling one after another could be heard.

Lin Mo's figure flickered amidst the rout, each appearance accompanied by a group of dark elves falling to the ground.

He was like the Grim Reaper wielding his scythe—efficient, precise, and ruthless.

The dark elves also tried to rebel.

But they couldn't even get close to Lin Mo, which made them feel deeply powerless.

The arrows missed their mark, the swords flew into the air, and the magic was shattered by the sword light before it could take shape.

The chieftain's eyes widened in fury as he watched his tribesmen and soldiers being slaughtered in droves.

He himself was also exhausted from dealing with the black blades that would occasionally appear around him and his son.

He lost his left arm while trying to shield his son from an attack.

He could no longer bear it, roared, and charged at Lin Mo with his knife.

They planned to make a final, desperate struggle.

clang!

The black sword and the scimitar clashed.

The leader felt an irresistible force, the scimitar flew out of his hand, and his tiger's mouth was split open.

Lin Mo flicked his wrist, and the sword light was about to slash across his neck.

"stop!!!"

The young dark elf suddenly pounced on Lin Mo.

He knelt down without hesitation, raising his face, which was covered in blood and tears.

"Please! Spare my father! We'll go back to the forest and never set foot on human territory again... My father is my only family! Please!!"

His voice was shrill and jarring, sounding particularly harsh on the bloody battlefield.

The remaining dark elves around them also stopped their futile attacks and looked in this direction.

The chief looked at his kneeling, pleading son, and a flash of pain crossed his eyes.

Lin Mo's movements seemed to pause slightly at the sound of that plea.

A glimmer of hope ignited in the young dark elf's eyes.

However, the next second.

"What does it have to do with me?"

Lin Mo's voice was icy cold.

At the same time, a dark light flashed by.

The dark elf leader's expression froze.

A very thin line of blood appeared in the center of his forehead and extended straight down.

Bridge of the nose, lips, chin, chest...

His body, along this line of blood, was neatly separated to both sides.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his internal organs spilling out.

"No--!"

The young dark elf's pleas instantly turned into a heart-wrenching scream.

He threw himself onto his father's body, which was torn in two, blood and tears mingling together.

He then abruptly raised his head and stared intently at Lin Mo.

Only pure resentment remained in his scarlet eyes.

"You...you demon! Your Majesty...the Demon King will not forgive you! He will surely avenge us!"

He roared, as if using his last strength and life to curse.

At the same time, he slammed his bloodied hands onto the ground, using his own blood as a catalyst to frantically unleash all the remaining magic power within his body.

A magic circle, shimmering with an ominous dark red light, rapidly unfolded around his hands!

"Your Majesty! Hear the final cry of your servants! Save us! Come down!"

The magic circle shone brightly red, and space distorted violently.

A tall figure with fiery red hair suddenly appeared from the center of the magic array, accompanied by a powerful and eerie aura!

Red hair and crimson blood descend.

"Hmm~ The city fell so quickly? That's pretty fast..."

Her voice stopped abruptly at this point.

Her gaze finally fell upon the figure in black robes wielding a sword not far away.

The pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

"It's...it's you?!"

Horror, disbelief, and a hint of instinctive fear instantly replaced the somewhat languid expression on her face.

Lin Mo was somewhat surprised to see the red-haired Yin Xue who had been summoned.

Then a faint, cold smile seemed to appear on the corners of his mouth.

"You've come at the perfect time."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

The red-haired man felt a blur before his eyes and instinctively wanted to summon his donkey to gallop another eight hundred miles.

However, it was all too late.

A cold, powerful hand had already gripped her long, fair neck.

He kicked her off the ground!

"Uh... let... go..."

Red-haired and bloodied, he struggled fiercely, his blood-red hair dancing wildly.

A terrifying dark red energy storm erupted from his body, attempting to shake Lin Mo away.

But Lin Mo's hand remained completely still.

The storm dissipated on its own when it came within a foot of him.

The young dark elf standing nearby was stunned.

He couldn't believe that the future Demon King who was supposed to lead them to rise was being held up in mid-air like a chick by the neck.

The struggle was so futile and pathetic.

What... what's going on?

How could Your Majesty...

Before he could figure it out, Xiao Yinxue, who had been watching the show from Lin Mo's shoulder, excitedly exclaimed "Yay!"

It transformed into a streak of red light and suddenly pounced on the face of the imprisoned red-haired, blood-red man!

He even cupped her face and kissed her hard!

"Haha! Dinner's ready!"

Xiao Yin let out a joyful cry, and her body instantly transformed into a dense mass of blood-red light.

Envelop the entire head, which was covered in red hair and blood!

The red-haired, blood-red body suddenly stiffened.

It then began to tremble violently, emitting muffled and painful whimpers.

The devouring began.

The young dark elf finally realized what was happening and let out a desperate howl.

Struggling to pounce, it was cleaved in two by Lin Mo's casual sword strike.

He lay beside his father's shattered body, his eyes wide open in death.