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

Upon hearing the news that Mag had been recalled by the high-ranking officials of the Holy Tower Kingdom, Lin Mo's brows twitched slightly.

The succubus immediately lowered her head: "Master, this is all I know. As for the other details... I'm afraid I can't answer them."

Lin Mo nodded: "Yes, I understand."

Then he raised his hand and waved.

A wisp of pitch-black soul energy shot out from the black sword, instantly dragging out a wandering soul phantom from the distant forest.

That was the soul of a soldier from the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

He looked blank, like a marionette.

"Tell me, what exactly happened that the Holy Kingdom of the High Tower recalled Mag?"

Lin Mo's voice was icy cold, carrying an irresistible pressure that penetrated directly into the depths of the soldier's soul.

The soldier's soul mechanically raised his head, his lips moving stiffly as he spoke, word by word.

"The churches in the country fear that Lord Mag will achieve great merit and surpass them in prestige, so they jointly petitioned His Majesty to recall Lord Mag."

"Lord Mag refused to recall him, saying that the fortress was not yet secure and he could not leave without permission. The country then cut off the fortress's food and military supplies. Lord Mag was furious about this, but he was powerless to do anything about it and could only defend the fortress to the death."

Upon hearing this, Yin Xue shrugged, his tone full of disdain and mockery.

"Hmph, there are too many generals who can't keep up with the credit and are blindly loyal; it's the same for every race."

Lin Mo frowned: "Mag is a level 99 powerhouse, just one step away from becoming a demigod. Aren't those priests afraid?"

Yin Xue shrugged: "That's precisely why we're not afraid. Although our strength has increased after advancing to demigod, we can't interfere in politics. What's the use of giving him credit now?"

Lin Mo didn't say anything after hearing this, and casually waved his hand to throw the soul into the black sword.

His gaze swept toward the Holy Kingdom's fortress atop the tower not far away, a scrutinizing glint in his eyes.

"Mag, I wonder how far you can go in your blind loyalty."

Having said that, he no longer hesitated and drew the black sword with his backhand.

On the sword, a vast amount of soul energy burst forth instantly, and the dark mist, carrying a faint ghostly flame, swept out like a tsunami.

The surrounding trees were snapped in half, the ground trembled violently, and an even larger army of ghosts appeared.

The ten golden dragon warriors instantly tensed up, their bodies enveloped in golden dragon energy, ready to fight at any moment.

The succubus stood respectfully to the side, bowing, awaiting Lin Mo's command.

……

At the gate of the border fortress of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

Mag was still wearing that dazzling golden armor, his greatsword resting on the ground.

His expression was solemn, and the holy light around him was slightly agitated, clearly indicating that he was in a state of anger.

Opposite him stood a priest dressed in a magnificent white robe.

The pastor had a thin, sharp face and eyes full of arrogance and pride. Behind him were several clergy members who were also dressed in white robes.

"General Mag, His Majesty has ordered you to leave immediately. The defense of the border fortress will be handed over to me. You no longer need to insist on your own way."

The pastor stood with his hands behind his back, his tone casual and almost condescending.

Mag frowned, his tone icy: "Impossible! The border war is far from over. Although the Soul Army has temporarily retreated, they could return at any moment. I cannot abandon the fortress and disregard the lives of all the soldiers in the city!"

"Hmph, stubborn!"

The pastor scoffed, a disdainful look on his face.

"General Mag, you think too highly of yourself. You saw the battle just now. With the Holy Light enchantment, those souls were nothing to fear. I could have held the fortress without you. Besides, how dare you disobey His Majesty's orders? Do you intend to rebel?"

"I have never harbored any intention to rebel!"

Mag roared, his aura growing even stronger.

"I only wanted to defend this border region and protect the people behind me! You cut off my supplies and forced me to return home; you were clearly plotting against me!"

"So what if I scheme against you?"

The pastor made no attempt to hide his smugness.

"To put it bluntly, you're almost a demigod yourself. Are you going to live in seclusion with all these achievements? Don't block other people's way. Be sensible and quickly hand over your military power and go back to face your punishment!"

Mag gripped the greatsword tightly, his knuckles turning white, his eyes filled with anger and resentment, yet utterly helpless.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, a soldier rushed out of the fortress in a panic, his face pale and his voice trembling.

"General! Something terrible has happened! A large number of spirit beings are rushing towards the fortress!"

Upon hearing this, Mag took a deep breath, suppressing his anger and resentment, gripped his greatsword, and immediately gave the order.

"All troops on alert! Priests, immediately enchant your weapons and prepare for battle!"

As soon as Mag finished speaking, the pastor stepped forward and blocked his way.

His face was full of arrogant smugness, and his tone was sharp and sarcastic.

"General Mag, you are no longer the commander of the border fortress. His Majesty has long ago decreed that I take over all the defenses here. As for commanding the battle, leave it to me, lest you mess things up and be unable to bear the responsibility."

Mag frowned, his eyes blazing with fury, but bound by His Majesty's decree, he could only grip the greatsword tightly, his knuckles turning white, and said in a deep voice.

"The battlefield is dangerous. Those soul entities are not as simple as you think. Please act with caution and do not underestimate them."

"underestimate the enemy?"

The pastor scoffed, waved his hand dismissively, and spoke with utter contempt.

"General Mag, you take yourself too seriously. The battle reports these past few days clearly state that the enemy is just a few hundred scattered soldiers. You've been holding your ground all this time. I think we should just charge out and annihilate them. You're taking your position as general far too lightly. You're making such a big fuss over this little thing. It's laughable."

"you!"

Mag's eyes widened.

However, the priest ignored him and turned to lead a group of white-robed priests toward the fortress walls.

Throughout the journey, he kept reciting to the pastor beside him.

"This Mag is getting more and more timid as he gets older."

"Yes, he should just find a place to live in seclusion. How can a general be so cowardly?"

"If we can just hold out until the adjudication meeting ends, we'll have done a great service. I estimate it will take at most two days."

……

Listening to the discussions of his colleagues behind him.

The leading priest was also planning that once he easily repelled the ghost army, he would definitely complain about Mag to His Majesty.

He quickly climbed the fortress wall, put his hands behind his back, stood tall and proud, looking confident and composed.

His gaze swept contemptuously across the city wall below, preparing to admire the scene of his calm command and effortless defeat of the enemy.

But the moment he looked down and saw what was below, the arrogance and smugness on his face froze instantly.

Where are those hundreds of scattered ghosts?

Beneath the city walls, a vast, dark wave surged.

Looking around, the number is at least tens of thousands!

Elves, orcs, mermaids, monsters...

Each race was neatly arranged in its own square formation.

Several giant dragons were also embedded in it.

Their steps were synchronized, their momentum was powerful, and there was not the slightest sign of disarray.

Like a well-trained elite army.

This truly deserves the title "Ghost Army"!