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

On the high platform in the square, Lin Mo's crimes were announced one by one.

Lin Mo remained expressionless as he listened to these words.

Down in the audience, Chen Bo leaned close to Yang Wei's ear and whispered, "Tsk tsk, listen to this, how well these charges have been fabricated."

Yang Wei also lowered his voice.

"They certainly have the ability to kill demigods and divine messengers. Would you dare?"

Chen Bo shrank his neck.

"Honestly, I think this guy is pretty awesome. When will I ever be talked about like that? I'd die happy if I could."

Yang Wei rolled his eyes: "You're being talked about? You still haven't paid off the money you owe the tavern."

Chen Bo chuckled.

The civil official continued reading, his voice growing louder and his words becoming more and more vehement.

The surrounding warriors listened, their expressions gradually becoming complex.

Some people envy it, some yearn for it, and some feel resentful.

"I wish I could be like that someday..."

Someone muttered to themselves.

After all, these heroes were summoned, so it's inevitable that they would consider themselves extraordinary.

Some people even regret not doing it sooner.

The voices on stage continued.

The civil official then read a long passage.

The story begins with the history of the Holy Ancient Empire and recounts the achievements of the Li family.

The story begins with the achievements of the Li family and then moves on to Lin Mo's usurpation.

From Lin Mo's usurpation to the attitude of the divine realm.

His voice was passionate and impassioned, spittle flying everywhere, with each sentence he recited.

Someone in the audience chimed in.

Those who echoed him, some standing in the front row, were well-dressed and clearly prominent figures in the city.

Some mingled in the crowd, their voices were particularly loud, and they shouted more enthusiastically than anyone else.

It was as if they had rehearsed countless times, with each "good" perfectly timed, not too early, not too late, just enough for everyone to hear.

Su Lin stood in the crowd, listening to those impassioned words, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

Chen Bo, who was next to her, also noticed and muttered, "This civil official must have been an opera singer before, right? He recites it more fluently than an opera troupe."

After reading for another ten minutes or so, I finally finished.

The civil official put down the scroll, stepped aside, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

His voice was a little hoarse, but his facial expression was still very convincing.

Passionate and indignant.

It was as if he had just read not a declaration of defection, but a proclamation to punish traitors.

"Now, please welcome the City Lord to announce the important decision!"

The whole place fell silent.

All eyes were focused on the side of the platform.

City Lord Zhou Desheng straightened his robes and strode up to the high platform.

His belly was sticking out high, his chin held high, and he walked steadily with great style.

He walked to the front of the stage and cleared his throat.

"Gentlemen..."

Just then, Lin Mo turned his head.

He looked at Su Lin, then at Chen Bo, then at Yang Wei.

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"I am Lin Mo, the new emperor of the Holy Ancient Kingdom. Don't call me the 'Stabbing Demon King' anymore."

Su Lin's laughter stopped abruptly.

Chen Bo's hand froze in mid-air, the sunflower seeds in his mouth still uneaten.

Yang Wei froze, his eyes wide open.

After he finished speaking, he ignored the reactions of the crowd.

He turned around and walked through the crowd towards the platform.

Su Lin stood there, her mouth agape, unable to utter a sound.

On the high platform, Zhou Desheng was about to speak.

He had barely opened his mouth, and before he could utter the first word, he saw the black-robed man emerge from the crowd.

He paused for a moment, feeling that the person's clothes looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before.

Then the man looked up, and his hood slipped down.

He revealed a young, pale, expressionless face.

Zhou Desheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized him.

He had seen this face in intelligence reports and in portraits.

"you--"

His voice was stuck in his throat.

Because Lin Mo had already jumped onto the platform.

The black sword was drawn, and a flash of light appeared.

Zhou Desheng remained standing in place, his expression frozen in that moment of terror.

Then, a head flew up, spun twice in mid-air, landed on the ground, and rolled to the edge of the stage.

The headless corpse swayed and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

quiet--

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Those respectable people standing in the front row, those loud-voiced sycophants, and those ordinary people who were just echoing them.

They all seemed to have their throats choked, unable to make a sound.

Then screams erupted.

"Murder!"

"The city lord is dead!"

"Run!"

……

The crowd began to back away.

Some people fell down, some were trampled, and some desperately tried to push their way out.

The soldiers stood there, unsure of what to do.

Their city lord is dead, killed by a man in black robes.

The man in black robes was standing on the high platform, the blood on his sword still wet.

Just then, the teleportation array on one side of the square lit up.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and a figure emerged from it.

His armor was heavy, his face resolute, and his steps steady.

The one who arrived was none other than Horn, the lord of Ash Keep!

He glanced at the headless corpse on the platform.

He glanced at the panicked crowd.

Then he strode to the platform and knelt down on one knee.

"His Majesty."

These two words are like a stone thrown into water, creating ripples that spread out in circles.

Those who were fleeing stopped, turned around, and looked at the general kneeling on the ground.

Looking at the black-robed man standing on the high platform.

"Your Majesty? He is His Majesty?"

"That Demon King? What's he doing here?"

"Holy crap! We're doomed!"

……

Su Lin stood there, her legs feeling a little weak.

Chen Bo spilled his melon seeds all over the ground, but he didn't bother to pick them up.

He just stared at the figure on the platform with his mouth agape, his mind completely blank.

Yang Wei stood there, completely dumbfounded.

……

At this moment, Lin Mo stood on the high platform, looking at Horn.

"The Hundred-Day Fortress is now in your hands."

Horn didn't ask any further questions, only saying two words.

"Yes, ma'am."

In fact, Lin Mo had received the news a few days ago.

It must be said that the Iron Chamber Secret Guard trained by the Li family is indeed very useful.

News of the arrival of the envoy from the Holy Kingdom of the Tower reached the capital on the very same day.

The avatar seated on the throne finished reading the secret report and uttered only two words: "Horn."

He Yuan immediately took care of it.

As for why it was Horn, Lin Mo had thought about it.

He is a member of the Astark family.

When he leaves Ash Keep, the Astark family will immediately arrange for someone to take over.

The interests of the four major families are deeply intertwined with those of the royal family, so even if the Li family were to perish, they would not easily defect.

Although Lin Mo disliked these nobles, disliked dealing with them, and disliked their scheming and manipulative nature.

But now, they are among the few people we can use.

Horn stood up and turned to face the soldiers who were still in a daze.

"What are you still standing there for? Go do what you're supposed to be doing."

The soldiers snapped out of their daze and quickly dispersed.

Some went to collect the bodies, some went to maintain order, and some went to close the city gates.

Those respectable people standing in the front row had already slipped away sometime ago.

Those few particularly loud-voiced accomplices also vanished without a trace.

The crowd gradually dispersed; some went home, some watched from a distance, and some left in a hurry with their heads down.

At this moment, Horn took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Lin Mo.

"Your Majesty, Master Liu Yishou asked me to give this to you."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

Horn explained, "It's about delivering the medicine."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow and took the envelope.

But he didn't open it immediately; he just held the envelope in his hand, then turned and walked towards the city lord's mansion.

Behind him, Horn stood on the high platform.

They began to take over this fortress that had only been "independent" for a short while.

Su Lin stood there, watching Lin Mo's departing figure. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

Chen Bo squatted on the ground, picking up the spilled sunflower seeds one by one, his hands still trembling.

Yang Wei stood to the side, looking in that direction, and suddenly smiled.

"This guy... really is expressionless."