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

"If I were him, I would have rebelled."

Even Zhou Yue agreed with Yin Xue's words.

Lin Mo smiled and nodded upon hearing this.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

A mirror image was summoned.

At the same time, Lin Mo also took out a mask from his storage space.

That was the mask that the Archbishop of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower had given him.

It can change one's appearance and isolate one's own aura, making it difficult to be detected.

Lin Mo handed the mask to his clone and placed the church's instruction letter next to it.

"Give this letter to Mag, and you stay by his side wearing the mask."

After a pause, Lin Mo added, "Don't reveal your identity. Keep a close eye on his every move. If there's anything unusual, or if the church makes any new moves, immediately send me a message."

The clone took the mask and letter, and bowed slightly.

Then, it transformed into a faint black afterimage, silently rushing out of the church and speeding towards the border fortress.

Lin Mo looked in the direction his clone had left, nodded slightly, then turned around and looked at the ruins of Fite City outside the church.

Broken walls and ruins were scattered all over the ground.

The city, split in two, was still emitting wisps of smoke and dust, and the houses built of sand and soil had completely collapsed.

Occasionally, faint groans could be heard from beneath the ruins, but they were quickly drowned out by the howling sandstorm.

His eyes were completely calm, showing neither pity nor smugness.

After all, he had done something similar back in the Holy Ancient Empire, and even more outrageous.

Yin Xue remained perched on his shoulder, her cheek pressed against his black robe, her face still showing the weariness from devouring soul fragments, yet she still curiously peered out the window at the ruins, murmuring softly.

"The city of Fite is completely gone. I wonder what the Holy Kingdom of the Tower will do."

Lin Mo didn't reply, but took a step and walked towards the church door.

Ten golden dragon warriors were already waiting at the church entrance. When they saw Lin Mo come out, they all bowed and paid their respects.

"I'm gone."

Lin Mo's tone remained calm as he turned and walked deeper into the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

The ten golden dragon warriors immediately bowed and followed.

……

On this day, ten golden streaks sped across the territory of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

Lin Mo and his group passed through towns along the way, neither slaughtering civilians nor entangled with the defending troops.

It wasn't that he was soft-hearted, but rather that there was no need for it.

Doing these things is just a waste of time.

What he did was go straight to the churches in every city and take away fragments of Yin Xue's soul.

In half a day, Lin Mo had lost count of how many Yin Blood fragments he had retrieved.

He remained indifferent throughout, just as he had been in the Holy Ancient Empire, focusing only on his targets and avoiding unnecessary killing, pushing efficiency to the extreme.

The sky gradually darkened.

Lin Mo and his group landed on a small hillside.

Suddenly, a clear neighing of a horse came from behind.

The voice was extremely familiar, carrying a hint of intimacy and agility, as it pierced the night sky.

Lin Mo slowly turned his head and saw a fiery red figure rushing towards him in the night.

Its four hooves pounded the wind, and its mane flew like flames.

It was Xiao Hong.

However, as Yin Xue's strength improved, he was no longer as neither horse nor donkey as before.

At this moment, Xiao Hong's body became even more upright and robust, with strong muscles and bones, and bright eyes.

It is already a rare and exceptional steed, exuding both arrogance and agility.

Xiao Hong ran to Lin Mo, obediently lowered her head, and gently handed him a sealed letter with her mouth in her mouth.

Lin Mo reached out and took the letter, his fingertips brushing against the wax seal—it was the work of his mirror image clone.

He opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and saw that his clone's handwriting was neat and clear, reporting everything that had happened at the fortress, word by word:

[My subordinates, wearing masks, have infiltrated the border fortress, disguised as logistics soldiers, and personally delivered the church's instructions to Mag.]

[After reading the letter, Mag flew into a rage, and his garrison troops were also filled with resentment, urging him to raise an army and rebel against the Holy Kingdom of the High Tower.]

Mag, however, was unwilling to abandon the city, so I took it upon myself to disperse the entire ghost army.

With the city no longer besieged by a large army, Mag no longer hesitated. That very night, he ordered the fortress abandoned and led his remaining thousand-odd elite troops, fully armed, on a rapid march towards Saint's End Village.

I'm currently mixed in with the group and expect to arrive the day after tomorrow.

After reading it, Lin Mo smiled faintly, sensed the location of the clone, and spoke softly.

"Now that we know the location of Saintly Village, all we need to do is prepare a small gift for them."

After saying that, Lin Mo slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the hillside and into the depths of the night.

Below the hillside, an incredibly magnificent city stands silently.

It emits a faint holy light in the darkness, like a lurking beast, entrenched in the heart of the continent.

That was the capital of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

The city walls of the capital were dozens of feet high and were made entirely of white giant stones.

Engraved with ancient sacred texts, there is a tower of holy light every hundred meters, where priests stand guard day and night, with holy light flowing around, and the security is very tight.

The city's buildings are arranged in a staggered manner, and in the very center, a towering cathedral pierces the night sky.

That is the core of faith for the entire continent.

Compared to the small towns and border fortresses along the way, this is where the true essence of the Holy Kingdom of Towers lies.

It is the foundation of the church and the center of all power.

"Is this the capital of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower? Why don't I see the imperial palace?"

Lin Mo glanced around and asked.

"The Holy Kingdom of the High Tower is jointly ruled by the Pope and the King. This is New Tower City, the territory of the Church. The King's capital is in White Tower City further to the west."

Yin Xue leaned on Lin Mo's shoulder and explained.

At the same time, she looked down and pointed to the largest church in the city center, saying, "I can sense that there is a fragment of a soul in that church, and..."

Seeing Yin Xue's serious expression, Lin Mo raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong? What did you sense?"

Yin Xue frowned: "That fragment's emotions seem rather unstable."

Lin Mo nodded to himself: "After all, this is a cathedral. If you were sealed here for decades, you would probably have gone mad long ago."

Yin Xue shrugged: "Maybe."

At the same time, the ten golden dragons also became solemn.

"Your Majesty, this place is heavily guarded. The holy light barrier suppresses souls and dark powers. Should we rest for a while and then wait for an opportunity to act?"

Ajin stepped forward and asked in a low voice, his tone cautious.

Lin Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering gently in the night wind.

His gaze calmly fell upon the holy city below the mountain.

"Rest? No need."

He raised his hand and pointed to the capital city below the mountain, a wisp of dark soul energy swirling around his fingertip, with green flames flickering slightly at his fingertip.

"A golden dragon encircles the city, sealing all the city gates, forbidding anyone from entering or leaving. Yin Xue, follow me into the cathedral to retrieve your last fragment."

The command was concise and clear, without any unnecessary details.

"yes!"

The ten golden dragons responded in unison, their golden forms instantly spreading out like ten golden chains, quietly encircling the entire capital.

All that remains is Lin Mo's command to completely seal off all exits from this holy city.

Yin Xue was also slightly excited.

Meanwhile, Mianmian held a piece of jerky in her mouth and raised one of her little paws.

"Me...what should I do?"

She said it word by word.

Lin Mo smiled and said, "You're coming with me."

After saying that, his figure floated down the hillside like a ghost, without making a sound.