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

Releasing Zhou Yue from the Imperial Iron Prison is what Lin Mo wants to do most right now.

As the most powerful alchemist in the entire empire, He Yuan should have the answer.

However, He Yuan remained silent for a long time before shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

"There's nothing we can do. That iron prison was left behind by a demigod from the Li family back then. Unless a demigod expert is found to forcibly break it open, no one can release the prisoners inside, not even Li Yan herself."

He Yuan paused for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "However, I can try using all my alchemy skills."

Lin Mo didn't take He Yuan's last words seriously.

This guy is a shrewd old fox; taking on this mission is like finding himself a talisman.

He can continue his research as long as he doesn't find a way to release the prisoners from the Iron Prison.

Lin Mo did not answer, but simply watched the battle between the Ghost Behemoth and several Iron Chamber Dark Guardians in the arena.

The battle was nearing its end.

The dozen or so Iron Chamber Dark Guards could not even hope to escape under the attack of the Ghost Behemoth.

Buck, buck...

At this moment, Mianmian was pawing at Lin Mo's cheek with her little paws on his shoulder.

Lin Mo nodded with a smile, while Mianmian chuckled and excitedly pounced out, devouring the corpses of those hidden in the iron chamber.

These guys were all Divine Guides in life; by devouring their corpses, Mianmian can master their Divine Guide abilities.

This is the best supplement for Mianmian.

Just then—

"Ha ha ha ha--!!!"

A hearty laugh echoed from outside the arena, making the air tremble.

Everyone turned to look.

At the entrance to the arena, a large group of people were walking in.

The leader was a hunter with an axe.

The giant, over two meters tall, carried the massive black axe, his body covered in blood, yet a broad, triumphant smile graced his face.

In his other hand, he was holding a human head.

The head had white hair and beard, and a withered face.

It was that gray-robed old man, the captain of the first team of the Iron Chamber Dark Guard.

Behind Hunter Axe were Laihu and his eight hundred soldiers.

Their armor was stained with blood, and some of them were wounded, but everyone had a smile on their face.

Among them, Li Yiguang, or rather, the Li Yiguang puppet controlled by Aotemu, was walking towards them.

His fine clothes were stained with blood, but he still wore that standard smile on his face.

His gaze fell on Lin Mo, and he nodded slightly.

Hunter Axe strode up to Lin Mo, threw the gray-robed elder's head on the ground, and grinned:

"Haha! Brother Lin Mo! You're amazing!"

He glanced at Li Yan's corpse on the ground, then at Li Yishao's head that had rolled to the side, his eyes shining with an astonishing light.

"The palace situation is all taken care of! That old bastard tried to put up a fight, but I chopped him down with my axe!"

He kicked the head away.

"The Imperial Guards have surrendered. As for the inner palace... well, you handled it quite well, saving us a lot of trouble."

Lin Mo nodded without saying anything.

Those who followed "Li Yiguang" in the rebellion walked through the corpses and arrived at the center of the arena.

The surviving nobles huddled in the stands, trembling, not daring to breathe.

The envoys from various countries looked at each other, unsure how to respond to this sudden and dramatic change.

The contestants stood in a corner, some holding weapons, others looking bewildered.

But no one dared to make any rash moves.

Eight hundred soldiers, covered in blood, lined up under Lai Hu's command.

The entire arena was completely surrounded.

Hunter Axe, carrying a giant axe, stood beside Lin Mo.

His gaze swept over the nobles, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Then Lai Hu walked up to Li Yiguang.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he knelt down on one knee.

The movement was heavy; his knee slammed against the stone slab with a dull thud.

"Your Highness!"

His voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the entire arena.

"The palace is secured! The treacherous ministers around His Majesty have been eliminated! The empire is now in chaos! We implore Your Highness to ascend the throne to stabilize the people's hearts!"

This loud roar stunned the entire arena.

Good guy.

Countless gazes turned to Laihu.

The expressions on everyone's faces were absolutely priceless.

So you guys are playing the "purging the emperor's inner circle" trick, huh?

The old emperor's body is still lying there!

The blood hasn't even dried yet!

That severed head is still rolling around in the corner!

How can you say something like that without feeling guilty?!

But no one dared to say it.

The nobles looked at each other, then bowed their heads in unison.

Pretend you didn't hear anything.

Li Yiguang stood still.

The standard smile remained unchanged on his face.

But at this moment, Otem's face was full of bewilderment.

What's going on here?

I'm just a puppeteer!

I can't handle this kind of situation!

boss!

Lin Mo stood a few steps away, watching this scene.

He knew it was time for him to log in.

……

Lin Mo closed his eyes, extended his consciousness, and touched the core inside the puppet.

The next moment, the view shifted.

Laihu knelt on the ground, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Why hasn't Your Highness reacted yet?

Just then, Li Yiguang made a move.

Lin Mo took over the body.

He first let out a long sigh.

The sigh was drawn out and was particularly clear in the silent arena.

His voice carried just the right amount of grief, just the right amount of helplessness, and a hint of weariness.

"Alas—my father has just passed away; how can I, as the prince, be in such a hurry to ascend the throne?"

In the stands, the nobles who had been trembling exchanged glances.

Someone immediately whispered in agreement, "Your Highness... no, His Majesty, he is truly filial."

Those around him nodded repeatedly: "Yes, His Majesty's body is barely cold, how could he..."

……

Laihu knelt at the front and kowtowed heavily upon hearing this.

"Your Highness!"

His voice was loud and clear, and his eyes instantly reddened.

"A nation cannot be without a ruler for even a day! His Majesty has passed away, and the First Prince... was also killed by a traitor... Now, the only legitimate heir to the throne is His Highness!"

His voice was trembling, and tears were streaming down his face.

"If Your Highness delays your ascension to the throne, unforeseen events may occur! We, your loyal subjects, must not allow the empire to descend into turmoil!"

As he spoke, he collapsed to the ground, his shoulders trembling violently.

His appearance was exactly like that of a loyal minister who was concerned about the country and its people and shared the burdens of his lord.

Seeing the general's perfect performance, Lin Mo couldn't help but twitch his lips.

This guy probably hasn't practiced this much.

Behind them, the eight hundred soldiers had different expressions.

Some were excited, some were nervous, some were bewildered, and some still hadn't realized what had happened.

But one thing is the same: they are all kneeling here, waiting for that person's decision.

Yin Xue sat on Lin Mo's shoulder, looked at "Li Yiguang" in the distance, and rolled her eyes.

She muttered in a voice only Lin Mo could hear, "You humans are so dramatic."

Lin Mo did not respond to her.

He just kept acting.

Li Yiguang shook his head.

"No!"

His voice was firm, but the grief in his eyes was even deeper.

"My father's body is barely cold, how can I..."

"Your Highness!"

Laihu crawled forward on his knees, making a louder sound.

He suddenly raised his head, his fleshy face streaked with tears and snot, looking just like a loyal minister who would risk his life to remonstrate with his lord.

"If Your Highness refuses to ascend the throne, we will kneel here and die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eight hundred soldiers knelt down in unison!

boom--

The sound of his knees slamming into the ground was like thunder, shaking the arena.

The stone slab floor was smashed, leaving fine cracks and dust flying everywhere.

"Your Highness, please ascend the throne!!!"