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

Lin Mo stepped forward and stopped steadily in the middle of the avenue in front of the city.

The city lord on the city wall was already annoyed by the soldiers' harassment, and upon seeing this, his eyebrows suddenly twitched.

His tone was full of impatience and anger as he sternly rebuked Lin Mo.

"Get out of the way! Don't block the road into town, are you looking to die?"

The city lord was already in a bad mood, and Lin Mo's appearance was undoubtedly a clash with his gun.

He stared at Lin Mo with a sinister look in his eyes, his murderous aura undisguised, as if he were some arrogant mercenary who dared to act so presumptuously in front of the gates of Fite City.

But Lin Mo remained motionless, his feet rooted to the sand, not moving an inch.

He glanced coldly at the city lord on the city wall, offering no response whatsoever.

That indifference and disregard completely enraged the city lord.

"Great! Excellent!"

The city lord, enraged, laughed and raised his hand to give the order.

"Guards! Shoot arrows! Turn this fool into a sieve!"

The soldiers on the city wall quickly raised their bows and arrows, the bowstrings taut, ready to shoot, when the city lord suddenly froze.

The anger on his face was instantly replaced by extreme terror.

He suddenly felt the immense energy emanating from Lin Mo.

The energy swept in like a tsunami, and his level 50 mental strength was already suffocating from the slightest sensation.

The city lord's pupils constricted as he watched Lin Mo's hand slowly rest on the hilt of his sword.

"It's...it's an enemy attack!"

The city lord screamed in terror, his voice trembling, all traces of his previous arrogance and haughtiness gone.

"Quickly! Prepare for battle! All troops on high alert! Defend the city!"

His shout came out of nowhere, and the soldiers on the city wall were instantly stunned. They looked at each other, their bows and arrows raised in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

Just now we were only going to shoot someone blocking our way, how did it suddenly become an enemy attack?

But seeing the city lord's terrified expression and the suffocating pressure in the air, they dared not be negligent.

They hurriedly and hastily formed a defensive formation, their expressions panicked.

Just as everyone was in a panic, Lin Mo had a sudden thought.

[Evolution, Fatal Blow].

The next moment, the black sword was drawn.

rub--!

A piercing sword cry tore through the sky, and then the world instantly turned into black and white.

The sandstorm then stopped.

A dazzling red line slowly extended out from the tip of the black sword.

With earth-shattering power, it cleaved straight towards Fite City.

The red line swept across the city in an instant, and the entire city of Fite was as if it had been cut in two by an invisible giant blade, splitting it into two halves.

A moment later, the world regained its color, and the yellow sand began to flow again.

Boom!

The city wall collapsed with a roar.

Dust flew everywhere, and the sky was covered with yellow sand.

The houses built with sand collapsed instantly under the enormous impact.

Countless soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were buried under the broken walls and ruins.

As for the city lord, he didn't even have time to react before being sliced ​​in two by the red thread.

His upper body slammed heavily against the city wall, blood gushing out, his eyes still filled with extreme terror and resentment.

Lin Mo sheathed his sword, his expression still cold, and slowly swept his gaze over the city that had been split in two.

Finally, it landed in the direction of the church deep in the city, a glimmer of light flashing in its eyes.

There, there are fragments of Yin Xue's soul.

He stepped forward, walked to the city lord's broken body, bent down, grabbed the city lord's hair, and dragged his bloodied half-body towards the church.

The rough sand scraped against the remains of the corpses with a harsh grating sound, and a long trail of blood was left behind them, creating a stark contrast with the endless yellow sand.

The city lord, who was being dragged on the ground, was still struggling.

Blood kept gushing from the cut, his face was ashen, his eyes were filled with fear, and he kept crying out.

"Let me go! Please let me go! I'll give you two hundred thousand gold coins! No, five hundred thousand! If you let me go, I'll give you all the wealth of Fite City!"

Seeing that Lin Mo remained unmoved, he became anxious and afraid, and his tone softened instantly, carrying a hint of pleading and explanation.

"You...you're one of Mag's soldiers, right? I know you hate me for not helping you, but I have my reasons. Please listen to me..."

His voice was broken and intermittent due to blood loss and fear, and he had to gasp for breath after each word.

"I...I didn't mean to refuse to lend troops...I...I..."

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but due to extreme pain and panic, he couldn't finish them. His voice grew softer and softer, until only faint groans remained.

Lin Mo remained expressionless, his steps unwavering, and dragged him straight into the church.

The church in the Holy Tower Kingdom is even more solemn and majestic than the church in the Holy Light Empire, with a tall statue of a deity standing in the very center.

The statue was surrounded by a faint holy light, and simple offerings were placed on the altar. A faint holy incense filled the air, completely different from the blood and sandstorm outside.

Dragged to the altar, the city lord barely caught his breath and, with his last ounce of strength, managed to utter those words in broken sentences.

"I... I also received orders from the church... not to lend troops to Mag... I was forced into it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he trembled as he raised his only remaining hand and fumbled for the storage ring on his finger.

With a flick of his finger, a letter floated out of the ring and landed at Lin Mo's feet.

His eyes were full of pleading as he gestured for Lin Mo to pick up the letter and prove that what he said was true.

Lin Mo merely glanced at him and said indifferently, "Okay, I understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black sword was drawn again, and a cold light flashed.

rub.

With a soft sound, the sword's edge sliced ​​straight across the city lord's neck.

The pleading look in the city lord's eyes froze instantly.

Its mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Its head rolled heavily to the ground, and blood gushed out, splattering onto the statue in front of it. The holy statue was stained crimson, making it look particularly eerie.

The blood slowly writhed and gathered, eventually transforming into a blood sphere.

Yin Xue emerged from Lin Mo's collar: "Hehe, there are indeed more soul fragments here."

With that, she waved her hand, and the ball of blood was absorbed into her body, instantly unleashing a surge of rich soul energy around her.

As the light and shadow flickered, Yin Xue's aura grew stronger, his face filled with satisfaction and pleasure.

Lin Mo ignored Yin Xue's excitement, walked to the altar, found a clean stone bench to sit on, and slowly opened the letter.

The letter, written in neat handwriting, contained instructions from the church.

It clearly states that all cities are prohibited from borrowing troops from Mag's fortress.

You must defend your respective cities. Any disobedience will be considered treason and you will be stripped of your city lordship.

Lin Mo frowned slightly as he read the contents of the letter, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

It seems the Church of the Holy Tower Kingdom is also targeting Mag.

Yin Xue had finished devouring the soul fragments. She looked somewhat tired and leaned on Lin Mo's shoulder, reading the contents of the letter with a disdainful laugh.

"It turns out we didn't even need to lift a finger; they could torment this general to death on their own."

Lin Mo sneered, "If this letter gets to Mag, what do you think his reaction will be?"

Yin Xue was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled: "If I were him, I would definitely have rebelled."