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

The coronation ceremony is still ongoing.

The clone dressed in a black robe sat on the high platform, receiving the last few tedious rituals.

He Yuan stood to the side, holding the imperial edict in his hands, reading aloud the flowery language.

Below the stage, the surviving nobles knelt on the ground.

"By heeding the will of the people and continuing the great lineage—"

Just as He Yuan uttered the last sentence.

"Lin Mo! Come out!"

A voice came from outside the city, loud, arrogant, and with an undisguised provocation.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time to look outside the square.

There, a large group of people stood in the dark.

Hero.

Hundreds of warriors, dressed in various kinds of armor and robes, with longswords at their waists and staffs in their hands.

Their ranks range from A to S.

The auras were mixed together, and the energy fluctuations that rushed towards them could be felt even from a distance.

The leader was a man in his thirties, wearing a bright silver armor, with a long sword at his waist, and a cold face.

He stood at the very front, looking up at the black-robed figure on the high platform, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Lin Mo! Get out here!"

The audience erupted in uproar.

The kneeling nobles looked at each other, some turning pale, others secretly backing away.

He Yuan's brows were furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

Hunter Axe stood not far away, his hand already on the axe handle.

Laihu touched the essence in his arms, looked at the heroes, and muttered, "Looking for death."

The brave warriors began to surge forward.

They brandished their weapons and shouted slogans, their voices growing louder and louder.

"Slay the traitors!"

"Acting on behalf of Heaven!"

"Obey God's will!"

……

Righteous and eloquent.

Enthusiastic and passionate.

Every word seemed to spring from the mouth of justice, and every sentence seemed to be engraved on a monument of morality.

But their eyes betrayed everything.

Those eyes were fixed on the throne on the high platform.

He stared at the kneeling nobles.

Staring at this centuries-old palace.

Their eyes gleamed with the same light—greed.

Why him?

A black-robed man who is wanted by the authorities.

A butcher who killed 50,000 people.

A madman who dares to oppose the divine realm—what makes him worthy of that position?

We are heroes, heroes chosen by the gods!

We are the protagonists of this world!

We are the ones who should be sitting in that position!

The voice flowed from every pair of eyes, almost solidifying into reality.

……

On the high platform, the black-robed clone silently watched all of this.

His face was expressionless, and he didn't even move.

I just watched those people shouting below, watched them perform, and watched their true colors gradually revealed.

Just then, footsteps came from the direction of the palace.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

Lin Mo's true form walked out of the palace gate.

But his steps were steady, each step firmly planted.

Everyone's lips twitched at the sight.

A Lin Mo was sitting on the high platform, and another Lin Mo walked out of the palace.

Only then did they realize that the emperor at the coronation ceremony was just an avatar.

He Yuan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, lowered his head, and pretended not to have seen anything.

Hunter Axe grinned and loosened his grip on the axe handle.

The most astute of the four noble families was the first to react.

He rushed to Lin Mo, cupped his hands and bowed: "Your Majesty! Why must you personally deal with these treacherous officials? We can do it ourselves—"

Lin Mo didn't look at him.

They walked past him without even stopping.

The nobleman stood there, his smile frozen, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Lin Mo walked across the square, past the kneeling nobles, and through the palace gate.

The heroes were still shouting, but their voices had become much softer.

They watched as the man in black robes approached step by step, his voice growing softer and weaker.

Lin Mo stopped a few dozen steps away from the group of heroes.

He looked at the warriors, then at the silver-armored man at the head, and spoke, his voice calm:

"Why have you come?"

The warriors stirred.

The silver-armored man at the head of the group sneered and puffed out his chest.

He glanced at Lin Mo's lonely figure.

He glanced again at the empty square behind him, and his smile deepened.

"The church has called us here to assist the world and bring peace to the people."

His voice was loud, each word emphasized, "We've come here, naturally, to... purge the court of corrupt officials!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than He Yuan caught up from behind, glaring at him and shouting.

"Zhao Sihuo! What are you talking about 'purging the emperor's inner circle'? There's no emperor left, stop making trouble."

Zhao Sihuo snorted coldly, his expression becoming even more disdainful.

"Hmph! All we know is that it was the Emperor of the Li family and the Church who summoned us! And you—"

He drew his sword and pointed it at Lin Mo.

"Nothing but a usurper!"

He Yuan grew anxious, his voice trembling: "You dare to draw your sword against His Majesty? Do you know how sharp His Majesty's sword is?!"

Zhao Sihuo snorted again, his hand on the hilt of his sword: "My sword too—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A flash of sword light appeared.

The light shone from Lin Mo's waist, so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to catch it.

Zhao Sihuo's voice abruptly stopped.

He was still standing in the same spot, his hand still on the hilt of his sword, and the sneer on his face had not yet disappeared.

Then, a line of blood appeared in the center of his forehead and extended straight down.

Bridge of the nose, lips, chin, chest.

His body slowly shifted along the line of blood before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Internal organs were spilled all over the ground.

The heroes were stunned.

Zhao Sihuo, level 90, was a hero handpicked by Li Yan and almost married the princess.

One sword.

He was killed by a single sword strike.

No one saw how that sword strike was made.

No one could see the trajectory of the sword light.

They only saw Zhao Sihuo standing there, and then he died.

The square was deathly silent.

The nobles lowered their heads even further, some even trembling.

He Yuan's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Hunter Axe leaned against the wall, his smile deepening.

Laihu touched the essence in his arms, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and muttered, "Serves him right."

But there are still people who are not afraid of death.

A female warrior in a red robe squeezed out of the crowd, her face flushed.

He brandished his staff and shouted, "Brothers, don't be afraid! He doesn't even have a single soldier! Let's attack together! He might not be able to kill us all!"

The brave warriors exchanged glances, and some began to step forward. One, two, five, ten.

The staff glowed, the longsword was drawn, and the sounds of armor clashing echoed.

Lin Mo glanced at them.

He raised his hand and waved it casually.

The sky darkened.

Countless translucent, grayish-white, distorted figures surged out of the void like a tide, like a tsunami, covering the sky and the earth.

They floated in mid-air, densely packed, blocking out the sunlight and shrouding the entire square in shadow.

The Ghost Army.

It stretches as far as the eye can see.

The brave warriors stopped in their tracks.

The light on the staff went out.

The longsword was sheathed.

Their faces went from flushed to deathly pale, and from deathly pale to ashen.

Some people started to back away, some were too weak to stand, and some collapsed to the ground.

The hero in the red robe stared wide-eyed as his staff slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

She stared at the overwhelming, ghostly aura, her mind blank.

It took him a long time to finally manage to utter a single sentence.

"Your Majesty... I can perform the Dance of the Startled Swan... Is your harem still short of women?"

Lin Mo glanced at her, then spoke in a very calm voice:

"Kill them all."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost army swooped down.

Screams, wails, and pleas for mercy rose and fell, but only lasted for a very short time.

Those brave warriors.

Those heroes chosen by the gods, who consider themselves extraordinary and think they are the protagonists of this world.

Before that ghostly sea, they didn't even have the right to resist.

One by one they fell, one by one they disappeared.

The Holy Revelation opened one after another, radiating light, and then quickly perished.

Screams erupted from all sides.

Lin Mo didn't look at them.

He turned around and walked towards the palace.

He walked past the kneeling nobles, past He Yuan, past Lie Fu.

After walking a few steps, he stopped, without turning back to look at He Yuan.

"Who else in the empire are formidable warriors?"

He Yuan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Your Majesty, there are some more famous ones..."

"Make a list; these guys are a nuisance and need to be eliminated."