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

After the arena incident, the capital was in ruins.

The envoys from various countries who had originally planned to visit Lin Mo all chose to remain silent after witnessing the two corpses of the divine messengers being carried away.

They gathered outside the city, exchanging complex glances.

Then one by one they packed their bags and left quietly.

Go back and ask for instructions.

I must go back and ask for instructions.

No one dared to make any decisions at this time.

Lin Mo dared to kill even a divine envoy, what wouldn't he dare to do?

Although the divine realm has not yet designated him as the Demon King, they all believe it is only a matter of time.

The elven army moved the fastest.

Aize, carrying El, turned and left before the messenger's body had even cooled down.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the arena and muttered something, but no one could hear him.

Spies from the Holy Kingdom of the Tower followed closely behind.

Those guys in dark blue robes have always kept a low profile, and have made almost no move since the start of the battle.

But now they're running away.

He was running and frantically scribbling something on a piece of paper; his handwriting was so illegible that only he could read it.

The envoys from other smaller countries also dispersed, some maintaining a semblance of composure, while others scrambled away in panic.

Only one group of people neither belonged to Lin Mo nor left.

That was the group of lizardmen who rushed into the arena the first time.

The lizardman leader was still kneeling in place.

He held the exquisite wooden box in both hands, his narrow eyes filled with conflict.

Leaving is not an option, nor is staying.

Leave? He's already kneeling down and has brought out the gifts.

Not leaving? Wouldn't that mean you've joined this killer's gang?

Several of his clansmen behind him were also kneeling, holding their gifts high, but they were already numb.

Yin Xue flew up from Lin Mo's shoulder, his blood-red eyes curiously examining the gifts.

She flew over a pile of crystal cores, over a few herbs, and finally stopped in front of the lizardman leader.

"What is this?"

She pointed at the wooden box, her little face full of curiosity.

The lizardman leader's body stiffened abruptly.

She raised her head, met those bloodshot eyes, then quickly lowered it again, her voice trembling:

"This...this is...a dragon scale."

Yin Xue raised an eyebrow.

"Dragon scales?"

The lizardman leader quickly opened the wooden box.

Inside, there was a layer of dark red velvet cloth, on which lay a palm-sized scale.

The scales were dark gold with faint red edges and fine, flowing patterns on their surface, making them seem alive.

"I don't know how many years ago,"

The lizardman leader explained quickly.

"We still have dragon blood in our veins. Back then, the dragons gave us this scale, which allowed us to participate in the dragons' secret realm and compete for the Twilight Stone."

He paused, his voice lowering.

"But now our dragon bloodline is very diluted, and we don't have the strength to participate, so... so we want to offer it to you, sir."

Yin Xue's eyes lit up instantly.

She flew to the wooden box and circled the dragon scale several times.

The expression on her little face changed from curiosity to surprise, and then from surprise to pride.

"Dragon scales! With these, I can go get another Twilight Stone!"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Don't I already have one?"

Yin Xuefei landed on his shoulder, hands on his hips, with a "what do you know?" expression.

"The effects of Twilight Stones can be stacked! One stone makes you a demigod, two stones make you even stronger! In short, the more the better. If you're lucky, you can get a few thousand stones and even bring down that god."

Lin Mo nodded and didn't say anything more.

At this moment, He Yuan walked over from the side, with Lai Hu following behind. Hunter Axe, dragging his heavily injured body, was carried to the side by several dwarves.

He Yuan glanced at the departing envoys from various countries, then at the nobles still kneeling in the ruins, his brows furrowed deeply.

He walked up to Lin Mo and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Your Majesty, what is the next step?"

Lin Mo did not speak.

He glanced around.

Some of the kneeling nobles were secretly watching him, some were whispering among themselves, and some had already quietly slipped away.

In the distance, spies from various countries were still observing. Although most of them had already left, there were definitely some left behind.

Outside the city, the people of Mingbei City were still cheering, but there was a hint of unease in their cheers.

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze.

"Let's finish dealing with things here first."

He Yuan nodded, knowing what Lin Mo meant.

The Holy Ancient Empire must not be thrown into chaos.

The Li family is wiped out, the aristocracy has been largely slaughtered, the army is leaderless, and the people are filled with fear. If the situation is not stabilized quickly, the surrounding countries that are eyeing us with predatory intent will soon pounce.

"Your Majesty must ascend the throne, otherwise the empire will descend into chaos, and other countries will take advantage of the situation."

Lai Hu scratched his head beside him: "But... His Majesty killed so many people, will those nobles accept it?"

He Yuan glanced at him: "Those who disagree are already dead."

Laihu shut up.

Just then, a coughing sound came from the side.

The hunter axe woke up.

He struggled to sit up from the ground, covered in blood and pale-faced, but his eyes were still bright.

He looked at Lin Mo, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke in a hoarse voice: "I'll stay."

Lin Mo looked at him.

Hunter Axe didn't say much. He simply pointed to the kneeling nobles and then to the forces still observing in the distance.

"I'm familiar with these things."

Lin Mo nodded.

"it is good."

……

That night, He Yuan, along with several surviving civil officials, worked through the night to draft the edict of accession to the throne.

Laihu led the remnants of the Imperial Guard to patrol the city and maintain order.

Hunter Axe, still recovering from his injuries, went to comfort the surviving generals.

……

The next day, the coronation ceremony took place.

The location was set in the square outside the palace.

"Shouldn't the coronation ceremony be held in a cathedral?"

"Yes, one must first be baptized, then kneel before the archbishop, and only then can one become king."

"Are you all idiots? His Majesty... he's already broken ties with those gods... no, those false gods. How could he possibly accept the throne offered by them?"

"That makes sense."

……

Overnight, all the nobles who had previously resisted Lin Mo became incredibly obedient.

Even people from the four major families came.

They were dressed neatly, with respectful expressions, and remained silent.

Horn was also standing among them.

He was urgently summoned back to the capital last night.

He heard everything along the way... Lin Mo slaughtered the palace, killed a demigod, and snatched people from the divine realm.

Each message silenced him for a long time.

As he stood there, he suddenly remembered that night outside Ash Fortress.

At that time, Lin Mo was just a level 50 wanted criminal who blew up his city wall.

They stormed his military camp.

In the end, they helped him defend the entire fortress.

How long has it been?

He is now the emperor of the empire.

Horn's lips twitched, whether in a sigh or something else, it was hard to tell.

Bai Rong stood not far behind Huo En.

He was summoned back to the capital as an inspector of the western border to report on his duties, and happened to arrive just in time for this coronation.

He stared at the figure in black robes on the high platform, his mind blank.

He remembered how he emerged from the Dark Ink Spider's lair in Ancient Wood City.

At that time, he was still thinking that this young man had potential and was worth winning over.

Later, in Orleans, he witnessed Lin Mo cleave the Emerald Mountains in two with a single sword strike, killing countless innocent civilians.

At that time, he thought he was a madman, a calamity that the empire had to wipe out.

And now this madman is going to be his emperor.

Bai Rong felt like he was dreaming.

……

Lin Mo stood on the high platform.

He was dressed in a black tuxedo, his face cold and stern.

He Yuanzhe stood beside Lin Mo, holding the imperial edict that had been hastily prepared overnight, and read it aloud.

They were thinking of the mandate of heaven, and of the joy of all people.

There wasn't a single mention of the divine realm.

Of course, the people who are here don't care about these things.

Only He Yuan knew that the person kneeling here was not Lin Mo.

It's his clone.

That madman found the coronation ceremony too troublesome, so he left it to his clone last night and disappeared.

……

At this moment.

Deep within the palace.

In front of a gate made of gold, which was three zhang tall.

Lin Mo's true form was standing in front of the door.

"This must be the treasure room of the Holy Ancient Empire. Let's go see how many treasures that old dog Li Yan has stored up for me over the years."