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

On the high platform, Yin Xue sat on Lin Mo's shoulder, swinging her legs.

Looking down at the bustling crowd below.

A hint of amusement lingered in her blood-red eyes, and a faint smile curved her lips.

Her voice was very soft, only Lin Mo could hear it: "Your methods are quite good."

Lin Mo didn't look at her; his gaze remained fixed on the distance.

"After all, I need to upgrade quickly, and their interference will only hold me back."

His voice was flat, as if he were saying something that should be taken for granted.

Yin Xue chuckled, leaned closer, and lowered his voice even further.

"You can also cultivate a group of die-hard fans along the way, right?"

Lin Mo remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Zhou Yue, inside the black sword, was greatly shocked to hear their conversation.

"What does this mean?"

He asked instinctively.

Yin Xue sighed, speechless: "Right now, the person on the entire continent who most wants to start a war is Lin Mo."

Lin Mo also explained, "Using a ghost can prevent others from stealing my experience."

Zhou Yue then understood what Lin Mo was after: "What about what you said earlier?"

Yin Xue shrugged: "Of course it's just polite talk. Look how moved those people are down there. They wouldn't hesitate to send them back to Black Sword at this point."

Zhou Yue's lips twitched; only now did he realize how terrifying Lin Mo was.

However, he did not refuse.

Although he was somewhat naive, he had been imprisoned for 90 years and had come to understand many things.

Lin Mo's actions were undoubtedly the most correct, and there was nothing wrong with them, whether in public or private matters.

This is what shocked the veteran the most.

……

The ghostly army swept across the wasteland faster than anyone could have imagined.

They first spread towards the borders of the human empire.

Then they formed 20 legions and marched into the wasteland.

The succubi floated at the very front of the procession.

These female demons who followed Lin Mo out of the secret realm all retained their wisdom.

He is the most suitable commander for this ghost army.

The ghosts behind them, however, have no intelligence and need no thought.

Only the instinct to kill, crush, and devour.

On the first night, three gnoll tribes on the border were uprooted.

Those old gnolls who had roamed the wasteland for decades didn't even have the courage to resist the ghosts.

The next day, the snake lizards that had been entrenched in the Deadwood Swamp were wiped out.

The venom of the snake lizards had no effect on the undead; their scales could not stop the ghosts from penetrating; and their nests were burned to the ground by the banshee.

On the third day, the ogre fortress deep in the wasteland was breached.

It was a fortress built of massive stones, where three hundred ogres had lived for over a hundred years, and no human army had ever been able to reach it.

But the Ghost doesn't need battering rams or ladders.

They seeped directly into the cracks in the city wall.

At dawn, the remaining twenty ogres willingly joined Lin Mo's army.

Wherever this army went, nothing grew.

……

The news spread across the continent faster than the ghost army.

Dragon Realm, Dragon City.

Hong Lü sat in the city lord's main hall, which he had just moved into not long ago, with a huge image-recording crystal floating in mid-air in front of him.

Inside the crystal, Lin Mo stood atop the city wall, his black sword embedded in the stone slab beneath his feet, while the ghostly army arrayed at his feet.

Hong Lü looked at that familiar figure, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He glanced again at the demigod's soul standing quietly in the corner of the hall.

The guy had his eyes closed, as if he were dozing off, but Hong Lu knew that if he made any sudden movement, the semi-transparent figure would kill him instantly.

He suddenly remembered Lin Mo's faint smile when he left.

He finally understood something.

The demigod soul that Lin Mo gave him was a form of surveillance.

As long as this soul remains in the Dragon Realm, the hilt of the Dragon Clan's sword will be in Lin Mo's hands.

However, Hong Lü did not regret it, because as long as he conquered one more city, he would be the Dragon Emperor.

Hong Lü is now only grateful that he didn't really fall out with Lin Mo that day.

Otherwise, there wouldn't even be a chance to make a knife.

……

The Elven Court, the Emerald Throne.

King Azer sat on the throne of the ancient tree that had lived for tens of thousands of years, with a memory crystal floating in front of him.

He has watched it three times, and each time he watched it very carefully.

"The Empire of Mankind"

He repeated the name to himself, his slender eyebrows furrowing slightly.

The elven elders nearby whispered amongst themselves, their voices low, yet they couldn't hide their unease.

"Your Majesty, the ghost army has already swept through most of the wasteland. At this rate, they will reach our border in another half month."

"The Human Empire... does that new emperor intend to swallow the entire continent?"

"He doesn't even respect the gods, let alone us?"

……

Aize raised his hand, and the council chamber fell silent.

"Close the borders, assemble the army, and have all scouts monitor the movements of the ghost army day and night. No elf shall be allowed to enter the territory of the human empire."

One of the elders frowned: "Your Majesty, are we just going to defend ourselves? Not take the initiative...?"

Aize took a deep breath and looked towards the west of the continent, where the Holy Kingdom of the Tower was located.

Then he said in a heavy tone, "First, defend your own territory and wait for the other human nation to make its move."

……

On the edge of the wasteland, in the lizardman swamp.

On the mud throne of the lizardmen.

The lizardman leader looked at the banshee floating before him and tumbled down.

"We are allies of His Majesty Lin Mo; we even sent him gifts before his ascension to the throne."

……

Blackstone Tribe.

The city gates here are wide open.

It's not surrendering, it's sending troops.

Kuangshan stood at the city gate, with thousands of fully armed dwarf warriors behind him.

Kuangshan raised his warhammer, the sound like thunder.

"My benefactor is so domineering! Even the true Demon King didn't declare war on the entire continent. This battle, I'll fight!"

The dwarves responded with a thunderous roar, and the sound of their battle axes striking their shields shook the mountains.

They left the city gates and set off towards the ghost army.

It's not about resisting, it's about joining in.

……

The Holy Kingdom of the Tower, the capital city of Holy Land.

The atmosphere in the council chamber was so heavy it seemed like it could drip water.

King Saint Zepha sat on his throne, with people seated on both sides of the long table in front of him.

Generals, nobles, bishops, chief alchemists...

Each of them is a key figure in the strongest nation on this continent.

But at this moment, the same word was written on the faces of these people: panic.

"The Human Empire..."

An old general murmured.

"This kid's gone mad. Who does he think he is? Does he think he can stand against the entire continent?"

"The issue isn't whether he's insane or not; the issue is, why haven't the gods condemned him yet? He's not the Demon King yet, which defies common sense! Why aren't the gods taking action?"

That's enough.

Saint Zefa's voice wasn't loud, but the council chamber fell silent instantly.

He sat on the throne, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, one tap at a time, very rhythmically.

His face was expressionless.

But everyone knew that the old king who ruled the Holy Kingdom of the Tower was making an important decision at that moment.

"Summon all races that have been invaded by the human empire: dragons, elves, orcs, dwarves—all forces unwilling to be swallowed up by that madman. Hold a meeting."

He paused.

"The Holy Judgment Council".

Everyone fell silent upon hearing the words "Holy Judgment Council".

This conference is the highest-level conference on the entire continent.

The event will only begin when a new Demon King arrives, allowing the entire continent to discuss strategies to defeat him.

Lin Mo is not even level 80 yet, but he has already received such treatment.

The key point is that no one thinks it's unreasonable.

"Even if he hasn't become the Demon King yet, we can't let him continue causing trouble like this."