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

Laihu threw the two princes to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Lin Mo frowned.

The title "Your Majesty" made him somewhat uncomfortable.

But he did not correct it.

He glanced down at the two princes being carried by Lai Hu.

The two men trembled when they met his gaze.

One of them struggled to say something, his lips moved, but he only made a series of weak, hissing sounds.

The other one burst into tears.

"Spare...spare us...we don't know anything...we were just summoned back..."

Lin Mo did not speak.

He simply raised his hand.

The black sword was drawn.

A flash of sword light.

Both heads flew up at the same time, spun twice in mid-air, and then landed.

Blood spread again.

It mingled with the dried blood in the arena, indistinguishable from the other.

The nobles kneeling not far away lowered their heads even further.

No one dared to make a sound.

He Yuan stared at the two corpses, his face expressionless.

"Now the Li family... the bloodline of traitors is completely extinguished."

Lin Mo shook his head: "Not yet."

He Yuan and Lai Hu were both taken aback.

Then Lin Mo said to Lai Hu, "General Lai Hu, these rebels are guilty of heinous crimes and deserve to die. We will need your help with their families."

Lai Hu was stunned. Only then did he realize that they were going to wipe them out completely.

These methods... tsk tsk, otherwise how could he become emperor?

Then Lai Hu cupped his hands to Lin Mo and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, I guarantee no one will be left alive!"

Then Otmu emerged from behind the ruins.

He manipulated Li Yiguang's mutilated body, the puppet's face filled with excitement.

He quickly ran to Lin Mo's side.

Look at those kneeling nobles.

Look at those two headless corpses.

Look at the sword in Lin Mo's hand.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Boss!"

His voice was impossible to suppress.

"Now, you are the king!"

Lin Mo nodded, just about to say something...

Just then, the sky suddenly brightened.

It wasn't the golden holy light from before.

Instead, it is a softer, warmer white light.

The light shone down from the sky, as if someone was slowly pulling open an invisible door.

All eyes were drawn once again.

Two figures slowly emerged from the light.

They wore pure white robes, the hems of which trailed in the air, yet remained spotless.

They wore white veils over their heads, covering most of their faces, revealing only the outline of their chins.

They hovered in mid-air, looking down at the young man in black robes in the center of the arena.

His posture was calm.

His aura was unfathomable.

Lin Mo's hand instantly pressed onto the hilt of the sword.

His eyes were fixed on the two people, and the law of slaughter flowed within him, ready to erupt at any moment.

Yin Xue poked his head out from his shoulder, his blood-red eyes narrowing.

Mianmian nestled in his arms, motionless.

Outside the city, everyone held their breath.

The two figures in white robes remained suspended silently.

a long time.

One of them spoke softly, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze:

"Lin Mo?"

Lin Mo did not answer.

He didn't speak, he just stared at the two people.

The man ignored his wariness, even raising the corners of his mouth slightly to reveal a faint smile.

"We are messengers of the gods."

The room fell silent as soon as those words were spoken.

The dwarves' hands trembled, and they almost dropped their warhammers.

The Elf King Aize narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression became serious.

Those nobles who had just been fawning over the officials were now deathly pale, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

The lizardman leader remained kneeling, his narrow eyes wide open, and he nearly dropped the gift he was giving as a greeting.

"The realm of gods..."

Someone murmured.

"The gods have finally sent someone..."

The messenger of the god was completely oblivious to the reactions of those around him.

Their gazes remained fixed on Lin Mo, as if they were admiring an interesting toy.

Another divine messenger spoke up.

His voice was equally calm, but with a hint of playfulness.

"Lin Mo, you have gone too far. Not only did you kill 50,000 nobles, but you also slaughtered the entire Li family."

Lin Mo frowned.

His fingers tightened, and the black sword trembled slightly.

The two divine messengers seemed not to have seen his movements.

Or rather, they saw it, but didn't care at all.

They floated down slowly, only half a foot above the ground.

It hovered in front of Lin Mo like that.

Everyone couldn't help but look up at them.

Lin Mo was no exception.

Those two white figures seemed destined to be looked up to.

The divine messenger looked at Lin Mo and continued speaking.

The first messenger spoke, his voice tinged with admiration.

"You're the first person to try and steal souls from the gods."

The second messenger then spoke.

"Killing three demigods from the divine realm is an equally unforgivable crime."

Everyone in the audience was on tenterhooks.

But the messenger suddenly changed the subject.

"but……"

He dragged out the sound.

"The Li family bloodline was extinguished, the old country perished, and a new country was born."

He paused and looked at Lin Mo.

"As the emperor of the new human empire, the divine realm has decided... to give you a chance to redeem yourself."

The entire audience was stunned.

The divine messenger raised his hand, and a flash of light appeared in his palm.

A token appeared in his hand.

The token was entirely gold, about the size of a palm, and engraved with intricate patterns.

Lin Mo's pupils contracted slightly.

He recognized the token.

It was exactly the same as the one that Li Yan crushed before she died.

It was the divine decree that summoned the three demigods.

Gasps of shock rose and fell.

The dwarves stared wide-eyed, and Mad Mountain's mouth was agape enough to fit a fist.

The nobles were stunned, then their faces lit up with fanaticism.

The lizardman leader's eyes shone brightly, and he held the greeting gift in his hand even higher.

……

El stood outside the city, staring at the token with disbelief on his face.

"This... the realm of gods is actually..."

he murmured.

The Elf King Aize stood beside him and gave a wry smile.

"This is the privilege of the human race."

His voice was soft, with a hint of something complicated.

"The divine realm needs a 'Holy Ancient Empire' to house the church and summon heroes. As long as Lin Mo becomes the new emperor, he will not be punished."

El's lips twitched.

"Those three demigods...died for nothing?"

Aize did not answer.

He simply stared at the black-robed figure in the center of the arena, his eyes flashing with a complex light.

Inside the arena, the kneeling nobles were already getting excited.

"The divine realm has approved it!"

"A new emperor! A new emperor!"

"Long live Lord Lin Mo!"

……

Some people have already started kowtowing.

Everyone knows the significance of that token.

Accepting it means having the support of the divine realm.

It signifies divine protection.

This means that this newly born nation will possess something that any country in the world dreams of—

An invincible backer.

The lizardman leader knelt on the ground, his narrow eyes filled with envy.

"Human privileges...why don't we have them...?"

However, no one paid him any attention.

……

Lin Mo looked at the token.

His gaze was calm, but his mind was racing.

Three demigod-level henchmen.

The protection of the gods.

A solid rear.

This is indeed a good product.

You can accept the token first, utilize the resources of the divine realm to develop, and accumulate power.

Reaching level 100 earlier would allow Yin Xue to help him return home in a short time.

Once I advance to demigod status and Yin Xue is fully restored—it won't be too late to tear off the mask of civility then.

The two divine messengers watched as Lin Mo loosened his sword hilt, exchanged a glance, and their smiles deepened.

The first divine messenger handed the token forward.

"Accept the token, and you will become the new emperor of this empire. The divine realm will protect you, your country, and your people."

His voice remained calm, but there was a hint of charity in that calmness.

The second messenger spoke, his tone even gentler:

"What happened before is wiped clean, and the divine realm will not pursue it. Just build more churches."

Lin Mo didn't say anything; he simply reached out to take the divine decree.

Just then, the second messenger spoke again.

"but……"

He dragged out the sound.

Lin Mo's hand froze in mid-air.

The gazes of the two divine messengers simultaneously fell upon the crimson blood on Lin Mo's shoulder.

Yin Xue was stunned.

The second divine messenger spoke, his voice still gentle:

"There is one more condition before that."

He raised his hand and pointed at Yin Xue.

"We must first seal this demon king away again."