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

The soldiers of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower finally recovered from their initial shock.

They looked at each other, gripped their weapons tightly, and spoke in hushed tones, but could not hide their panic.

"Why is this demon here?"

"What are you afraid of! We have General Zelian's fog! This fog can't even let the sunlight in, so it's not certain who will win or lose!"

"That's right, those rumors are definitely false, what demigods, what divine messengers... Cheer up!"

……

They grasped at the last straw, raising their spears and shields again, trying to stabilize their formation.

The fog was still there, though it had thinned a bit, but it still enveloped the streets.

This was their home ground. They fought for three days in the fog, routing the Holy Ancient Empire's garrison.

General Zelian's fog has never been defeated.

Then, an aged voice came from the top of the inner city wall.

The voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like it was pressing down from the sky, and every word carried a power that made one's knees go weak.

It wasn't a roar, a shout, or even deliberate intimidation; it was simply a calm statement of fact.

"The Law of Gravity, Annihilation."

The sky changed the moment the sound faded.

A ball of purple light crashed down from the sky, landing above the Hundred-Day Fortress.

The light had no sound, no shockwave, just pure weight...

The fog so thick that it seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

From the outside in, from the ground to the roof, all the white fog was squeezed, torn apart, and dispersed in an instant.

Sunlight poured down.

It's blinding.

The Hundred-Day Fortress hasn't seen the sun for three days.

The civilians huddled in the ruins looked up, squinting from the bright light, but reluctant to close their eyes.

The blood-soaked defenders on the city wall stood frozen in place, staring at the sky above that had been cleared of all debris, their weapons nearly slipping from their hands.

Then came the sound of knees slamming into the ground.

Those soldiers from the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

Those elite soldiers who moved freely in the fog and fought for three days.

At that moment, it was as if something was pressing down on their shoulders, and one after another they knelt down on the ground.

The shield slammed into the stone slab, and the spear slipped from his grasp and rolled away.

Someone tried to stand up, but was pushed back down halfway through, causing their knee to bleed.

Their faces were filled with fear.

It wasn't because of the pain, but because they finally realized what they were facing.

The defenders on the city wall were the first to react.

"It's Your Majesty!"

It's unclear who shouted first, but it was like a lit fuse that caused the entire city wall to explode.

"His Majesty has come to our rescue!"

"I knew it! I knew His Majesty wouldn't forget us!"

"His Majesty--!!"

……

Some people knelt down, some waved tattered flags, and some hugged their wounded comrades, crying and laughing at the same time.

Those soldiers who had endured three days in the fog, thinking they had been abandoned.

At this moment, it was like a drowning person finally surfacing, breathing in the air under the sunlight.

Horn stood atop the city wall, finally releasing his grip on his sword.

He looked at the figure in black robes, his lips twitched, he wanted to laugh but couldn't, he just let out a long breath, as if releasing all the pressure of the past three days.

Lin Mo did not look at the city wall.

He didn't look at those people once from beginning to end.

He just squatted there, looking at the little girl in front of him with tears streaming down her face.

Looking at the worn-out wooden sword in her arms.

Looking into her eyes, which were both frightened and stubborn.

"How about I avenge you?"

Lin Mo spoke up.

Little Rita was stunned for a moment.

She looked up, her eyes blurry with tears, at that face.

That face I'd seen in countless portraits and heard about from Su Lin.

Some say he is a demon king, others say he is a king.

At this moment, he is the savior of the Hundred-Day Fortress.

Little Rita rubbed her eyes hard, then nodded emphatically.

"Um!"

Lin Mo then stood up.

He turned around and looked at the Holy Kingdom soldiers kneeling on the ground.

His gaze swept across their faces, without anger, without murderous intent, and without even contempt.

At this moment, Zelian, who was kneeling at the front, no longer had the composure he had shown at the beginning.

He met Lin Mo's gaze and spoke with a solemn expression.

"Lin Mo, I still have thousands of soldiers outside the city! If you kill me today, the Holy Kingdom of the Tower will not let this go. Do you know what the consequences of doing this will be?"

Lin Mo looked at him without saying anything.

His response was a dragon's roar.

A dragon's roar came from outside the city.

The sound was deep and resonant, like a war drum from ancient times.

The earthquake shook the roof tiles of the entire city.

Zelian suddenly turned his head...

In the distance, ten golden dots of light were rapidly expanding in the sky.

They emerged from the clouds, their wingspan obscuring the sky, their scales gleaming with a dazzling golden light in the sunlight.

Ten golden dragons, arranged in a wedge formation, swooped down towards the Hundred-Day Fortress.

Dragon's breath.

Ten golden flames poured down from the sky, like ten waterfalls hanging upside down between heaven and earth.

The Holy Kingdom's troops outside the city, who hadn't even had time to react, and the newly defected warriors, were reduced to ashes in the dragon's breath.

Armor melted, banners burned, and even screams were swallowed by the flames.

It only lasted a moment.

The army of several thousand men was reduced to ashes by the breath of the ten golden dragons.

The last trace of color drained from Zelian's face.

His lips trembled as he stared wide-eyed at the golden behemoths circling in the sky.

The voice was forced out of his throat, dry and rough like sandpaper: "Dragons...why even the dragons..."

Lin Mo then took a step.

The sound of boots stepping on the stone pavement was not loud, but it felt like they were stepping on everyone's hearts.

"I am the emperor of the Holy Ancient Empire."

His voice was flat, but every word was clear.

The news spread throughout the entire street, throughout the entire outer city, and reached the ears of every soldier guarding the city walls.

The second step.

"Since he is the emperor, he should protect his people."

On the city wall, an old soldier's eyes reddened.

They guarded this border fortress for ten or twenty years, and several city lords came and went.

I've heard "The emperor will not forget you" countless times, but I've never actually seen it.

Lin Mo took his third step.

"Let this battle be proof..."

Lin Mo placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

The soldiers of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower froze. Some instinctively tried to stand up, but were pressed down by gravity and knelt on the ground, unable to move.

"Those who are loyal to me will never again be bullied by anyone!"

His voice remained flat.

When the people on the city wall heard these words, their noses suddenly stung with tears.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black sword was drawn.

A red sword light surged from the tip of the sword.

The light was not dazzling; in fact, it was somewhat dim.

It's like the light reflecting off congealed blood in the sunlight.

It converges, compresses, and condenses into a thin, almost invisible red line.

The red line extended from in front of Lin Mo, passing through the neck of the first soldier kneeling in the street, the second, the third...

It traversed the entire street, passing through the throats of all the soldiers of the Holy Tower Kingdom.

No sound.

There was no blood splattering.

Even as the red line faded, the soldiers remained kneeling on the ground.

His posture remained unchanged, his expression remained unchanged, and even the fear on his face was still frozen.

Then, a gust of wind blew by.

Hundreds of heads slid off their necks at the same time, rolling on the ground with dull thuds.

The headless corpses swayed and fell to the ground one after another.

The silver-white breastplate struck the stone slab with a final, resounding thud.

The whole street fell silent.