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

"Gods? Laws?"

Lin Mo frowned upon hearing Yin Xue's words.

"Is it because of this teleportation within the church? Is it because the gods are watching from here?"

"If that's the case, then it's simple. Next time, just go somewhere else, away from the treasury's territory, and the problem will be solved."

She raised her head, her bloodshot eyes meeting Lin Mo's gaze.

"But the problem isn't that."

Lin Mo remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"It's a ranking."

Yin Xue's voice was lower than usual.

"Level 50 is the dividing line between the strong and the weak in this world. Before that, you were an outsider, and your connection with this world was only a non-existent summoning contract. You could barely be considered a guest. But at level 50, you begin to truly integrate with this world."

She paused.

"To put it another way, if a guest stays for too long, the host doesn't want him to leave. Especially when this guest is getting stronger and stronger."

Lin Mo's brows furrowed even more.

"You mean, the stronger I become, the more deeply I'm bound to this world?"

"I'm afraid that's the case."

Yin Xue did not evade.

"You feel like you're being pulled back now, and you might not even be able to open the passage again. And even if it does open, this world will desperately try to keep you here. Your consciousness, your soul, and all the power you've gained here will become anchors. You're too important; the gods of this world are unwilling to let you go."

The stone room was so quiet that only the faint sound of someone chewing on the leftover cake could be heard.

The little guy seemed to sense that something was wrong and stopped what he was doing.

The eight compound eyes looked blankly at Lin Mo, then at Yin Xue.

Lin Mo stood there, silent for a long time.

He looked down at his hands.

These hands have severed the head of the Beast King, torn apart the lightning of the Divine Guide, and stained the blood of the innocent in this world.

Every drop of experience and every attribute point accumulated for the sake of going home.

Now, these are becoming obstacles.

Will teleportation after level 100 be affected?

Lin Mo voiced his concerns.

"Won't."

Yin Xue said firmly, and then began to explain.

"After reaching level 100, one will become a demigod, with both body and spirit being elevated. Their strength will absolutely crush those below level 100, and they will also begin to sense the existence of laws."

She paused.

"Once you reach level 100, you will have exceeded the limits of this world's rules, and these constraints will naturally become much smaller. If you become a god, you can completely ignore them."

Lin Mo understood; as long as the goal remained unaffected, it was acceptable.

At the same time, a surge of resentment welled up inside me.

This damn god forcibly dragged me into this world.

Now they want to restrict freedom.

Just wait, one day I will storm the realm of gods and personally cut off the head of this damn god.

Thinking this to himself, Lin Mo quickly calmed down.

"So the only way to break this deadlock is to see if the Archbishop's ability to grant wishes can achieve something that even the laws of nature cannot stop."

Yin Xue did not answer.

She knew this wasn't a question.

At this moment, Lin Mo had already walked towards the door.

Outside, the church corridor was silent in the early hours of the morning.

The holy light barrier still gently enveloped the entire cliff, filtering the night sky into a pale blue-white.

The sound of the night watchmen's footsteps could be heard in the distance, slow and rhythmic.

The female pastor who had led the way was still standing at the door.

She was clearly taken aback when she saw Lin Mo suddenly push the door open and come out.

"Your Excellency, you..."

"Where is the archbishop?"

Lin Mo interrupted her.

The female pastor was so intimidated by the still-present, chilling aura emanating from him that she took a half-step back.

She swallowed hard, her voice slightly strained.

"At this time, the archbishop usually prays in his own courtyard, but he may not see outsiders unless summoned..."

"Take me to see him."

Lin Mo did not raise his voice, nor did he change his tone.

But the pastor's words of defense were all stuck in her throat.

The murderous aura emanating from Lin Mo was something that an ordinary priest like her could not resist.

"Please...please come with me."

She turned around, the hem of her white robe brushing lightly across the stone pavement.

Lin Mo followed.

Blood dripped onto his shoulder, and Mianmian woke up from her sleep, groggily lying on the other side.

After passing through three corridors and exiting the cathedral, we arrived at the living area at the back.

The area here is extremely large, like a small town.

Nuns, priests, and pastors all live here, free from the constraints of the empire.

Continue forward, past a small chapel used for morning prayers.

A low wall made of white stones appeared ahead.

In the center of the low wall is an iron gate carved with stars and the phases of the moon.

The door was half-open, letting in the dim candlelight of the inner courtyard.

Four fully armed temple guards stood on either side of the gate.

Not the knights in ceremonial silver armor outside the church, who were mainly responsible for the ceremonial procession.

These people were dressed in pure white armor.

Their duty is to protect the safety of the church, but the church is located in the core area of ​​the capital, where could there be any danger?

So, although the name of these Templar Knights sounds impressive, they rarely actually fought in combat.

The female pastor stopped in front of the door.

She glanced back at Lin Mo, a barely perceptible pleading look in her eyes.

Lin Mo didn't look at her and walked straight towards the half-closed wrought iron door.

"stop!"

The lead guard shouted in a deep voice, while simultaneously shifting his body to the side.

The heavy shoulder armor completely blocked their path.

"What kind of brute are you! No one is allowed to enter this place without being summoned. Step back."

This person looked to be just over twenty years old, with pale, thin skin, as if it had been hollowed out.

This doesn't look like a soldier; he looks more like someone's young master.

Lin Mo paused for a moment.

Then, the black sword was drawn.

There were no unnecessary movements.

The sword light drew an almost invisible thin line in the early morning mist.

The man didn't even have time to cry out before his body froze on the spot.

The next second, his body shifted and slid down along that thin line.

boom.

The dull thud of the fall was particularly jarring at the quiet entrance to the inner courtyard.

The remaining three guards' pupils constricted, and they instinctively reached for their swords.

But Lin Mo didn't give them a chance at all.

A flash of sword light, and all three died at the same time.

From drawing the sword to sheathing it, it only takes a breath.

Four corpses lay on the stone slabs in front of the wrought iron gate, blood slowly seeping through the cracks in the stone.

Their eyes were still open, their faces frozen in astonishment and confusion—

They died without understanding why death came so suddenly, in the place where the holy light was most intense, at the entrance to the inner courtyard closest to the archbishop.

The female pastor slumped to the ground, covering her mouth tightly with both hands to prevent herself from making a sound.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears rolled down her cheeks silently.

Lin Mo ignored him.

He stepped over the guard's corpse and pushed open the wrought iron door, which was half-splattered with blood.

The door hinges made a slight, rough friction sound.

This inner courtyard, which belongs exclusively to the archbishop, is not large.

It was barely even a small courtyard.

It doesn't look like the place where someone of high status lives.

Not far away, there was a chicken coop.

At this moment, in the middle of the courtyard.

The archbishop, dressed in a deep red robe, was kneeling in prayer before a small altar.

He stood with his back to the door, his body hunched over, holding prayer beads and chanting incantations.

The sound of Lin Mo's footsteps entering the courtyard could be heard.

The archbishop did not turn around.

He remained kneeling, the rosary beads slowly moving between his withered fingers.

"...May your light guide the lost, may your mercy forgive sinners..."

The old man's voice was deep and steady.

Until Lin Mo's footsteps were three steps behind him.

The archbishop then spoke slowly, without turning around, his voice as calm as if reciting a prayer:

"You don't need to kill them. Just give them a heads-up, and the door will open, and besides..."

The prayer beads in his hand paused for a moment.

"Those people were all disciples sent by imperial families for training. If they die here, their fathers and grandfathers will seek explanations from the Vatican, which will be very troublesome."

Lin Mo sheathed his sword, the metallic scraping sound particularly jarring in the quiet courtyard.

"Experience? More like a gilding ceremony. I'm not interested in wasting my time with them. I need to talk to you."