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

Ten golden dragons soared through the sky, their golden scales shimmering in the sunlight.

Lin Mo stood steadily on A Jin's dragon back, his black sword slung across his waist, his expression still indifferent.

Ajin flapped its huge wings, turned its head, and looked cautiously at Lin Mo, its tone carrying a hint of innocent doubt.

"Your Majesty, which way are we flying?"

Lin Mo replied matter-of-factly, "Obviously, we're going to Saint Lin Village."

A Jin's expression instantly turned awkward. He scratched his dragon horns and forced a stiff smile.

"Um... Your Majesty, to be honest, I don't know where Shenglin Village is either."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, clearly not expecting this.

Ah Jin quickly explained, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"As you know, the purpose of this Holy Judgment Conference is to defeat the Demon King. Our Dragon Clan has never cared about these conflicts on the continent. Although we receive invitations to the conference every time, the elders of each clan have never sent anyone. Therefore, we do not know the exact location of Holy Advent Village."

Lin Mo nodded slightly; that made sense.

The dragon race has always been proud and secluded in the Dragon Realm, remaining aloof from the conflicts between the various races on the continent. It is not surprising that they do not know the location of Holy Descent Village.

He turned to look at Yin Xue, who was sitting beside him, fiddling with his storage ring, and said in a calm tone, "You take charge."

Yin Xue was engrossed in taking inventory of the treasures confiscated from the Mermaid King's Palace when she heard Lin Mo's words and suddenly looked up.

His face was full of astonishment, and then he waved his hand.

"What a joke! I am the Demon King! Holy Land Village is where all races fight against the Demon King. If I knew its location, I would have led my people there and destroyed it long ago. Why would I have waited until now?"

Lin Mo's lips twitched violently; so this guy didn't know either.

He took a deep breath and looked at the black sword at his waist, his tone carrying a final hint of expectation.

"Senior Zhou Yue, you were a hero back then, you must have been to Saint's Village, right?"

Before Lin Mo could finish speaking, Zhou Yue's helpless voice, tinged with apology, came from the black sword.

"I'm sorry, Lin Mo. When I was summoned back then, the last Holy Judgment Conference had already ended. I only knew that Holy Advent Village was in the Holy Tower Kingdom, but I never paid attention to the specifics and didn't know where it was located."

Lin Mo was completely speechless.

His gaze swept across the entire area, finally settling on the last creature atop the dragon's back.

Mianmian.

Mianmian seemed to notice Lin Mo's gaze.

She raised her round head and looked at Lin Mo with her big eyes.

Then he scratched his fluffy head and put on a serious expression.

The little paw pointed forcefully in one direction, making a "woo-woo" sound with an affirmative tone.

Lin Mo looked in the direction it was pointing and helplessly rubbed his forehead.

That was clearly the direction of the Human Empire, and had absolutely nothing to do with Holy Village.

I must have lost my mind to expect a little guy who only knows how to gnaw on meat to know the location of Holy Land Village.

After a moment of silence, Lin Mo sighed.

"Forget it, since we don't know the location of Holy Descent Village, let's go to the front line first and join up with the banshees and the army of souls."

He paused, then added, "Their progress has slowed considerably these days; they may have encountered some trouble."

Upon hearing this, Ah Jin immediately perked up, his embarrassment vanished, and he replied in a deep voice.

"Your subordinate obeys!"

As soon as it finished speaking, it flapped its wings and accelerated, speeding towards the front lines.

The other nine golden dragons followed closely behind, and the ten golden figures shuttled through the clouds at an increasingly faster speed, leaving behind faint golden trails of light.

……

At this moment, on the battlefield of the fortress on the border of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

The fortress was built against the mountain, its walls mottled and covered with marks from sword cuts and energy impacts.

Outside the city, the sounds of human armies fighting could be heard; their opponents were a small force of soul soldiers.

The once invincible army of souls now appears to be struggling.

On the opposite side, in the ranks of human soldiers, a dozen priests dressed in white robes and holding gilded crosses stood side by side.

They were surrounded by a soft yet penetrating holy light, chanting obscure sacred words, and fine golden light flowed from their fingertips.

Holy light continuously flowed from their chanting into the weapons of the soldiers around them.

Ordinary iron swords and spears were instantly enveloped in a dazzling halo of holy light, revealing their sharpness.

This is the core secret technique of the Holy Tower Kingdom: Holy Light Enchantment, specifically designed to suppress beings such as souls and evil spirits.

The greatest advantage of a soul is that it can penetrate ordinary physical attacks.

But at this moment, the enchanted weapon can precisely tear apart their soul forms.

Each slash and each piercing caused the soul to let out a piercing scream.

The eerie green soul energy then dissipated and vanished.

One after another, the souls vanished under the attack of the holy light weapons, and casualties continued to rise.

"Charge!"

Just then, a golden figure burst out of the fortress gate, like a war god descending from the sky.

It was a warrior clad in heavy, gilded armor.

The armor was engraved with dense patterns of holy light, which refracted into a dazzling light when the sunlight shone down.

He held a broadsword as tall as a person.

Without a word, he leaped into the air and charged straight into the army of souls, raising his greatsword high, imbued with a dense power of holy light, and slashing down fiercely.

boom--!

With a deafening roar, holy light erupted like a tidal wave, and a blinding golden sword aura swept across.

Several souls that couldn't dodge in time were instantly devoured by the sword energy.

Before they could even scream, they vanished completely into the air, leaving only faint fragments of their souls.

"It's General Mag! General Mag has made his move!"

"Charge! Keep up with General Mag!"

"Kill! Kill these monsters!"

……

The already strong morale was boosted once again!

Human soldiers charged forward, wielding weapons that glowed with holy light!

The warrior known as General Mag did not linger; he wielded his greatsword, his figure weaving through the army of souls.

His movements were swift and fierce, each strike powerful and heavy, each sword strike capable of shattering several souls.

On the earthen slope on the other side of the battlefield.

A succubus dressed in a black gauze dress, with a cold and beautiful face, was clenching her fists so tightly that her nails were almost digging into her palms and her knuckles were white.

Her eyes churned with resentment and anger, and the black aura surrounding her became restless.

She was the commander of this army of souls, watching as the souls under her command vanished one after another like wheat being harvested.

Watching the golden-armored warrior move with impunity, she knew better than anyone that if the stalemate continued, this soul army would be completely annihilated, leaving not even a trace of its former strength.

"We have to retreat, otherwise we won't be able to explain ourselves to Master Lin Mo."

Thinking this to herself, the banshee gritted her teeth and said, "Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

There was a hint of resentment in her voice.

Upon hearing the order, the remaining souls turned around and scattered towards the rear of the battlefield.

They were unconscious to begin with, yet they fought without fear and retreated just as swiftly.

Seeing the army of souls flee in disarray, the human soldiers of the Holy Tower Kingdom erupted in thunderous cheers.

He brandished his enchanted holy weapon and shouted loudly.

"We've won! We've won!"

"General Mag is mighty!"

"Blessed by Holy Light, we are invincible!"

……

The cheers were deafening, echoing throughout the fortress.

The soldiers' faces were filled with excitement and elation; the hard-fought battles of the past few days had finally brought them victory.

Mag leaned his greatsword on the ground, the heavy blade supporting his tall frame.

His gaze was fixed on the direction in which the soul army had retreated, his eyes showing no trace of triumph, only a hint of solemnity.

He said sternly, "This victory is only temporary; more ghost legions are yet to come."