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

Lin Mo looked at the scroll.

Above, Yin Xue's arms are outstretched, her red hair is flying, her wings behind her blot out the sky, and her blood-red eyes look down upon all living beings.

Her posture was extremely arrogant and haughty, as if the whole world was at her feet.

Now look at this tiny person, no bigger than the palm of your hand, sitting on his shoulder and swinging his legs.

This presents a stark contrast.

Below the portrait, there is a line of small text.

【The 33rd Demon King: Yin Xue】

[Crimes: Burning down seventeen churches of the Holy Kingdom, corrupting the Pope, massacring six cities...]

[Strength: Peak Demigod.]

[Race: Succubus]

[Deeds:]

[Gambling with the goblin gambling master caused the goblins to lose all their savings accumulated over hundreds of years.]

She was once pursued by an elder of the Green Dragon Clan, but the elder had his dragon whip cut off, causing the Green Dragon Clan to fall into complete ruin.

He married the Mermaid Queen, but on the same day he stole the Mermaid Queen's artifact, the Eye of the Ocean. The Mermaid Queen was so grief-stricken that she went mad and has not recovered to this day.

……

[Evaluation: The most irresponsible demon king]

Lin Mo raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the introduction about Yin Xue.

"You...you're quite the troublemaker."

Yin Xue put her hands on her hips and raised her chin high.

"That's right!" She paused.

Lin Mo stared at the words "Race: Unknown" for a while, but did not ask any further questions.

He turned his head and looked back at the reel.

"Shouldn't this scroll depict the Demon King who forged the black sword?"

Lin Mo had always been very curious about the demon king who forged the black sword.

Unfortunately, Yin Xue has a terrible memory and can't remember anything.

Yin Xue was stunned for a moment upon hearing Lin Mo's words.

"Yeah, look."

She flipped the scroll forward, searching page by page.

The images of those demon kings flashed before my eyes.

Some were beast-shaped, some were human-shaped, some were wreathed in flames, and some sat on thrones of bones.

Each painting is lifelike.

Every line of text records a bloody history.

Yin Xue flipped through the pages quickly, clearly not very interested in those seniors.

Then she stopped.

"It must be him, Tie Lie."

Lin Mo looked down.

It was a dwarf, with skin as black as ink and eyes as red as blood.

He was shirtless, his muscles bulging, and he was holding a warhammer, hammering something on a forging table.

The warhammer was entirely black, and its material looked exactly the same as that of the black sword.

The handwriting at the bottom was even older than that on the page with the bloodstained ink.

[Second Generation Demon King: Iron Crack]

[Crimes: Waging war against the divine realm, threatening to annihilate the gods, killing forty-seven divine messengers, and destroying three divine realm descent nodes on earth...]

[Strength: Infinitely close to that of a god]

Race: Dwarf

[Deeds:]

He forged several divine weapons, built the strongest demon army, and almost conquered the entire continent. Now, all three of the Elven race's divine weapons are his creations.

During his reign, he waged a war between gods and demons that would be recorded in history.

[He was killed by a god, and after his death, the god established a church and passed down the method to summon a hero.]

……

[Evaluation: One of the demon kings who had the greatest influence on later generations]

At the end of the text, there was a line of smaller print.

The handwriting is different from the previous ones; it's crooked and messy, as if it was added later.

Justice will prevail.

Lin Mo looked at the descriptions and remained silent for a long time.

They went to war with the divine realm and almost killed a god.

The teleportation array that summons heroes only appeared after his death.

This demonstrates the influence this person has on the entire world.

At this moment, Yin Xue was counting on his fingers and muttering to himself, as if he were calculating something.

"The second generation Demon King, it should be from...

She paused.

"Hmm, it's probably been three thousand years."

Three thousand years.

Lin Mo wanted to continue reading.

He wanted to see.

I want to see what those thirty-two madmen before Yin Xue did.

I want to see what kind of people those who have been fighting with the gods for three thousand years really are.

But a dragon's roar came from afar.

The voice was deep and resonant, coming from a great distance, yet it shook the stone slabs on the rooftop.

Lin Mo raised his head.

On the horizon, several black dots are rapidly growing larger.

Dragon.

Not just one, but a whole group.

A flock of golden dragons.

They emerged from the clouds, their wingspans blotting out the sun, and flew towards Youlong City.

The one flying at the front was even larger than Hong Du, with a wingspan of nearly 100 zhang.

The reinforcements from Dragon City have arrived.

Yin Xue put away the scroll, put it into his spatial ring, and flew back to Lin Mo's shoulder.

Mianmian swallowed the half-eaten essence in her mouth, snuggled into his arms, and curled herself into a little ball of fluff.

Zhou Yue didn't speak, but the black sword trembled slightly.

Lin Mo stood on the rooftop, watching the giant dragons getting closer and closer, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

The golden dragon was the first to arrive above Young Dragon City.

It hovered outside the ghostly net, its wingspan obscuring half the sky.

The golden vertical pupils swept across the city below, which was surrounded by the corrupted land.

Then it saw the man in black robes on the roof of the city lord's mansion.

"Humans!"

Its sound was like thunder, exploding across the entire city.

"You dare imprison my city and slaughter my people!"

Behind them, the dragons arrived one after another, forming a line in the sky.

The dragon's breath was brewing in their throats.

A golden light shimmered on the scales.

Ready to dive, attack, and destroy at any time.

"You despicable thing!"

"Sneak attack while we're off guard!"

"Today is your death day!"

……

The shouts and curses poured down from the sky like a torrential rain, like thunder.

Every word carried the arrogance unique to dragons, and every syllable seemed to be squeezed out from between their teeth.

Even if he defeats Hongdu, even if he imprisons Young Dragon City.

so what?

He's just a human being!

Thirty adult dragons, each of them at level ninety or above.

Together, even the Holy Ancient Empire and the Holy Tower Kingdom would have to fight them with all their might.

This is only the power that the Golden Dragon Clan hastily gathered.

This is the essence of the dragon race!

But Lin Mo remained expressionless as he listened to their shouts.

First, he looked up at them, then Lin Mo raised his hand.

"Ha! This idiot wants to confront us head-on? Foolish!"

"Arrogant fellow!"

"Fellow countrymen! Let's charge together!"

……

bass.

The sound of a black sword being drawn interrupted them.

A sword light appeared, not slashing towards the sky, but towards the city.

The sword light landed on a dragon soldier crouching in the ruins.

Those were the garrison of Young Dragon City, level 70 or so, covered in wounds, huddled behind a pile of rubble, clutching their heads, trembling all over.

The sword flashed across his neck.

The head rolled off, blood gushed out, and the headless corpse lay on the ground.

The shouting and cursing stopped abruptly.

The dragons in the sky had their mouths open, their breath stuck in their throats, and their wings forgot to flap.

Within the city of Young Dragon, all was deathly silent.

The dragons crouching in the ruins raised their heads and looked at the headless corpse, their faces turning pale.

No one dared to move, no one dared to utter a sound.

The dragons in the sky remained silent as well.

They finally realized one thing—this human wasn't fighting them.

He has hostages.

The entire city of Young Dragons is his hostage.

Lin Mo sheathed his sword, raised his head, and looked at the frozen dragons in the sky.

His voice was calm, as if he were stating something perfectly natural.

"Now that things have quieted down, we can have a proper talk."