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

Yin Xue's body stiffened abruptly.

She sat on Lin Mo's shoulder, her tiny paws instinctively gripping his collar.

In those bloodshot eyes, only a trace of confusion remained.

She looked at the messenger's finger pointing at her.

The owner of that finger was currently suspended in mid-air, his white robes fluttering, his posture extremely arrogant.

On that face, which was mostly hidden by the curtain, the corners of the mouth were slightly upturned, carrying a condescending smile.

It's like pointing at a piece of trash that needs to be dealt with.

As a former demon king, Yin Xue personally witnessed the summoning of three demigods.

They naturally understood the importance of this divine decree; it represented absolute hegemony.

Accepting the divine decree means that Lin Mo can do whatever he wants.

He could become the emperor of the most powerful nation on this continent.

If I were the Demon King... I'm afraid I'd be tempted.

As she thought this, she swallowed.

Then he turned his head and looked at Lin Mo.

His young face was expressionless; she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something.

"No...it's nothing..."

Her voice trembled slightly, but she forced a smile.

"When you become a demigod, then..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Mo spoke up.

His voice was calm, yet resolute.

"impossible."

Yin Xue was stunned.

The two divine messengers were also stunned.

The smile on the first messenger's face froze for a moment.

He lowered his finger, looked at Lin Mo, and frowned slightly.

Do you know what you're saying?

His voice had lost its previous gentleness and gained a hint of coldness.

"Refusing this divine decree means—"

bass!

The black sword sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp sword cry!

The sword's cry was extremely piercing, like countless vengeful spirits roaring at the same time!

The voice of the first divine messenger abruptly stopped.

His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was agape, but he couldn't make a sound.

He lowered his head and looked at his throat—

There was a huge wound there.

Blood was gushing out violently.

The law of slaughter can kill everything.

Even a true god would have to be stabbed if he came, so how could Lin Mo hesitate as a mere divine messenger?

The divine messenger raised his hand, trying to cover the wound.

But just as he raised his hand halfway, he fell from mid-air and crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

……

Everyone around had their mouths slightly open, but no sound came out.

El, standing outside the city, stared wide-eyed: "He... he actually killed the divine messenger!?"

The Elf King Aize, standing to the side, stared even wider than him.

He had considered that the divine realm would try to win over Lin Mo, but he never expected that Lin Mo would refuse!

This is an endorsement from the divine realm! If the elves possessed that divine decree…

Why did he refuse?

How could he refuse?

El couldn't understand it.

……

Yin Xue sat on Lin Mo's shoulder, completely dumbfounded.

She stared blankly at the divine messenger lying on the ground.

"Lin Mo, you..."

Her voice trembled slightly.

Lin Mo didn't look at her.

He simply stared at the second divine messenger, who was still frozen in mid-air.

The messenger's face finally changed.

For the first time, fear appeared on the face hidden behind the tent.

He pointed at Lin Mo, his finger trembling:

"You... what have you done?! You demon! I will report this to the gods! They will mark you as the Demon King! And all heroes will be free to slay you! You..."

bass!

Another sword strike.

The second body fell from mid-air.

Lin Mo sheathed his sword.

He stood there, his black robe tattered.

Then he raised his head and scanned the entire room.

The kneeling nobles, the stunned dwarves, the silent elves, the crouching lizardmen, and the terrified commoners.

He spoke, his voice calm:

"It seems I've already become a demon king."

He paused.

"Who wants to be that hero?"

His gaze swept across everyone's face.

"I'd be happy to oblige."

No one speaks.

No one dared to speak.

The dwarves were the first to react.

Kuangshan laughed heartily, his laughter rough and unrestrained.

The earthquake caused rubble to roll down from the ruins.

"Hahaha! My benefactor, well done!"

He shouldered his warhammer and strode toward Lin Mo.

"I've had my eye on those gods for ages! What are they pretending for? So what if they live a few more years? What's the big deal!"

The dwarves behind him also joined in the commotion.

"Yes! Well done!"

"So what if he's the Demon King? I support him!"

"The realm of gods is nothing!"

……

The people of Mingbei City recovered from their shock, and someone shouted "Long live the Black-Robed Lord!" before cheers erupted again.

"Long live the Black-Robed Lord!"

"Long live the Demon King!"

……

The lizardman leader knelt on the ground, completely dumbfounded.

He looked at the two corpses of the divine messengers, then at Lin Mo's expressionless face, and only one thought crossed his mind:

Why didn't these divine messengers come out sooner?! I've already given out all my gifts!

He was on the verge of tears but could only continue kneeling, forced to become Lin Mo's supporter.

King Azer of the Elfs stood outside the city, silent for a long time.

Then he sighed.

"Go back," he said softly.

El was taken aback: "Father, we..."

"Go back," Aize interrupted him.

"From now on, never be an enemy of this person, not even if he really becomes a demon king."

He pronounced the last three words almost one word at a time.

Then he turned around and walked back the way he came.

After taking a few steps, he stopped again and looked back at the black-robed figure in the center of the arena.

"This continent... is about to be in turmoil again..."

……

In the center of the arena, He Yuan stood there, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

He glanced at the two corpses of the divine messengers, then at Lin Mo, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

Laihu scratched his head, his face full of confusion.

"Um... what's next..."

He didn't know what to call him.

king?

His Majesty?

Demon King?

Or something else?

Lin Mo did not answer him.

He just stood there, head down, lost in thought.

Shi Qin and Shi Hu, however, stood firmly by Lin Mo's side.

Shi Hu scratched his head, hesitated for a long time, and finally managed to utter a sentence:

"Brother, no matter who you are, I'll follow you."

Shi Qin nodded: "I've never seen the Demon King, but since he can save our village, we're willing to follow him."

Lin Mo looked at them.

A kind and honest man, a simple and unassuming girl.

They were looking at him intently, their eyes showing no hesitation.

Lin Mo nodded.

"Um."

Yin Xue sat on his shoulder without saying a word.

She just looked down at her tiny paws.

After a long while, she spoke softly, her voice muffled:

"Why...why won't you agree? Accept the divine decree, and you can do whatever you want with it."

Lin Mo didn't look at her.

He just stared at the gray sky in the distance.

"I need you to help me get home."

Yin Xue was stunned for a moment.

Then she pouted.

"I thought you were going to say something touching."

She paused for a moment before continuing.

"In that case, I will take you home."