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

At this time, it was called Mingbei City.

The sunlight shines on the streets of this commercial city, as bustling and prosperous as ever.

The cries of vendors, the rumble of horse-drawn carriages, and the chatter of pedestrians blended together to create a familiar, bustling atmosphere.

But today, there's something else in that atmosphere.

In the center of the city, a large crowd had gathered in front of the small statue of a deity that the people had built spontaneously.

The stone statue was dressed in a black robe and carried a black sword; its face was obscured.

Fruits, food, and flowers were placed in front of the stone statue.

An elderly woman with white hair knelt at the front, her hands clasped together, muttering incantations.

"May the Black-Robed Lord protect us, may the Black-Robed Lord protect us..."

Behind her, a large group of people knelt down.

There were old and young, men and women, merchants and the poor.

They knelt there, their expressions devout, murmuring the same name.

The man in black robes.

No one knew the name of the man in black robes, no one knew where he came from, or where he was going.

All they knew was that this man in black robes was the savior of the northern city.

A businessman who had just returned from out of town squeezed into the crowd, looked at the stone statue, then at the kneeling people, and couldn't help but speak:

"What are you all kneeling here for? Didn't you see the wanted poster in the city? That guy is now a Class A wanted criminal in the empire. He killed the eldest prince, slaughtered the royal family, and turned the capital upside down!"

The kneeling person did not turn around.

The old woman continued to mutter, "May the Black-Robed Lord protect me, may the Black-Robed Lord protect me..."

The merchant panicked: "Didn't you hear me? That guy's a madman! He killed fifty thousand people! A full fifty thousand!"

The old lady finally turned around.

She glanced at the merchant; in his cloudy eyes, there was no fear, no anger, only an indescribable calm.

"Fifty thousand people?" she asked.

"Yes! Fifty thousand people!"

The old lady nodded, then turned back and continued muttering:

"Bless the Black-Robed Lord, bless the Black-Robed Lord."

The businessman was speechless.

A middle-aged man next to him looked up and grinned at him:

"What do you know? Those 50,000 people are nobles from the capital. Didn't we, the people of Mingbei City, suffer enough at the hands of those nobles back then?"

Another young man chimed in, "Exactly! Well done! The Black-Robed Lord must have had his reasons for doing this!"

"Long live the Black-Robed Lord!"

"The Lord in Black Robes is our god!"

……

A cheer erupted from the crowd.

The businessman opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He turned and left, and even after walking a long way, he could still hear the devout chanting behind him.

"May the Black-Robed Lord protect me..."

……

Shiyi Village.

Shi Qin sat in the courtyard, holding a letter in her hands.

That was a secret letter sent from Mingbei City.

It contains a detailed record of everything that happened in the capital.

Her hands were trembling slightly.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Shi Xuan came out of the house, saw her expression, and frowned.

Shi Qin looked up at him, her voice trembling slightly:

"Lin Mo... he killed the eldest prince."

Shi Xuan frowned; he wasn't too shocked by the news.

Given Lin Mo's personality, it's not surprising that he would do something like this.

Shi Qin continued, "He also slaughtered the royal family."

Shi Xuan's eyes widened slightly.

Then Shi Qin continued, "They also killed 50,000 people and are now being besieged by three demigods."

Shi Xuan's mouth opened, closed, and opened again.

After a long while, he finally took action.

He turned and picked up the knife from the corner: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go to the capital and rescue our benefactor!"

Shi Qin rolled her eyes at her brother's expression.

She knew that with the strength of Stoneclothes Village, it was impossible for them to fight against a demigod.

If there is any power left, it is the tens of thousands of people in Mingbei City.

If we could make use of them...

……

Ash Fortress.

On the city wall, Horn stood there, gazing at the distant wasteland.

His injuries hadn't fully healed, and his face was still pale, but the dejected air had disappeared.

Instead, there is an indescribable complexity.

There was shock, emotion, and a faint sense of... relief?

Liu Yishou stood next to him, also holding a letter in his hand.

"This kid really does kill wherever he goes. He slaughtered a batch in Mingbei City, another batch in Orleans City, and now he's gone all the way to the capital."

Horn did not speak.

Liu Yishou continued muttering to himself.

"The eldest prince is dead, the second prince is dead, the Li family is wiped out, fifty thousand people! How could he do such a thing?"

Horn finally spoke, his voice very soft:

"I've said it before, he's a moving natural disaster."

Liu Yishou glanced at him.

"Regret it? You helped him cover up those things back then?"

Horn shook his head.

No regrets.

He turned around and looked at the people coming and going inside Ash Fortress.

They were unaware of what had happened in the capital, and continued to live their ordinary lives, still placing their trust in the garrison general.

"Without him, this city would have been gone long ago."

Liu Yishou fell silent.

After a long while, he sighed.

"That kid is currently trapped in the secret realm by three demigods. It's uncertain whether he can come out alive."

Horn did not speak.

He simply raised his head and looked at the gray sky in the distance.

"He'll come out," he said.

Liu Yishou raised an eyebrow: "Are you so sure?"

Horn did not answer.

He just stood there, looking at the sky, without moving.

……

Dwarf Town.

Kuangshan sat on his huge stone chair, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

Below the stone chair sat a dozen or so dwarf elders, each with a fascinating expression.

"Have you heard?"

"We have the black-robed benefactor to kill the eldest prince!"

"Not just the eldest prince! The entire Li family is wiped out! Not a single one is left!"

"Fifty thousand people! He killed fifty thousand people!"

"My God!"

……

Kuangshan downed the wine in one gulp, then smashed the glass on the ground with a "bang".

"good!!!"

His voice was incredibly loud, so loud that it shook the cave.

"I've had my eye on those human nobles for a long time! Good riddance!"

The dwarf elders exchanged glances and raised their glasses as well.

"Well done!"

"Let's give us dwarves some revenge!"

"Our benefactor has guts! Much better than those smooth-talking heroes!"

……

Kuangshan stood up, walked to the cave entrance, and looked at the sky outside.

"Alright, brothers! Stop standing around! Pack your gear and head to the capital! Rescue our savior!"

"My savior!"

"My savior!"

……

Various parts of mainland China.

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the world.

In the elven council, the few elves who had survived the secret realm were reporting to the elders.

Their tone was full of awe when they mentioned the man in black.

In the tribe of lizardmen.

A lizardman licked his eyes with his long, thin tongue and described to his people the monster that had killed an eighty-level hero with a single sword strike.

The spies from the Holy Kingdom of the Tower hurriedly returned home to gather all information about Lin Mo.

The city lords of the Holy Ancient Empire were terrified and worked through the night to reinforce the city walls and increase the number of guards.

They were terrified that the madman might suddenly appear at their doorstep one day.

Fear, anger, relief, worship...

Various emotions spread across the continent.

People who should have been discussing the Glory Tribunal are now talking about one name...

Lin Mo.

That madman in the black robe.

That butcher who killed 50,000 people.

That monster who dared to draw his sword in front of a demigod.

……

At this time.

Before the Silent Mountains.

A figure in black robes slowly came to a stop.

He looked up at the towering mountain range before him.

The mountain was entirely black, barren of vegetation, with only jagged rocks and swirling mist.

Above the mountainside, everything was shrouded in thick fog, and nothing could be seen.

Occasionally, a breeze would blow by, bringing down a wisp of mist. Within that mist, something seemed to be wriggling, emitting faint, mournful howls.

At the entrance to the mountain range stands a broken stone tablet.

The stone tablet was inscribed with several large characters, written in three languages:

Silent Mountains

Enter with caution

Those with weak minds should not enter.

"Phew~ We've finally arrived."

The succubus who had been hiding behind Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief. She had guided Lin Mo here based on her remaining memories.

Lin Mo stared at the stone tablet, his face expressionless.

Mianmian peeked out from her arms, looking curiously at the mountain.

Yin Xue emerged from the collar, his blood-red eyes narrowing slightly.