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

Lin Mo sheathed his sword, his murderous aura slightly subsided, and walked with Yin Xue to the obsidian coffin.

Their gazes fell upon the coffin, which was covered with intricate sacred symbols.

"Lin Mo, I am 100% certain that the core fragment of my soul is in this stone coffin, and the aura is extremely dense."

Yin Xue frowned, his eyes filled with confusion and unease.

"But what's wrong with this baby crying?"

Lin Mo lowered his eyes and gently stroked the cold coffin lid, his tone calm and indifferent.

"Guessing is useless, just open it and you'll know."

As soon as he finished speaking, he exerted force in his palm and forcefully pushed the heavy stone coffin lid aside.

Squeak.

A chilling, bone-piercing wind suddenly swept out of the coffin, carrying a rich aura of souls and a faint holy light, causing the underground soul lamps to flicker.

Lin Mo and Yin Xue stared intently and saw that the stone coffin was covered with a white velvet cloth, and on it lay a newborn baby girl.

The baby girl's skin had already turned an eerie bluish-black, clearly corroded by the fragments of Yin Xue's soul.

Yet, her small body was covered with a dense array of golden light.

Its texture is as fine as silk, constantly radiating a gentle life energy.

At that moment, the baby girl was crying loudly, her cries sharp and shrill, sounding particularly eerie in the silent underground.

Even Lin Mo, who was used to killing and strange occurrences, couldn't help but frown slightly and show a bit of shock.

"These light formations are continuously supplying her with life energy, forcibly maintaining her survival."

Yin Xue stared at the array on the baby girl's body, his voice suddenly becoming serious.

"They forcibly fused fragments of my soul into this newborn's body... They want to resurrect me."

"To resurrect you?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of confusion.

"Using an infant to forcibly resurrect you? What a ridiculous method! Wouldn't it be easier to just let you possess someone directly?"

Yin Xue swallowed hard, finally understanding the Vatican's long-standing secret, his tone tinged with horror.

"They have been researching forbidden techniques to completely resurrect life. The method is to integrate the soul fragments of a powerful person into the pure body of a newborn, slowly devouring the infant's original consciousness, and finally allowing the original owner of the soul fragment to replace the infant, thus completing the resurrection."

"My soul fragments, no, I should say the soul fragments of all the Demon Kings throughout history, were just tools for their experiments."

"Each time a fragment is consumed, they retrieve a new one from other branch churches."

Yin Xue paused at this point.

"Those churches are not sealing my soul, but rather storing it away."

The black sword trembled slightly, and Zhou Yue's voice came from it, tinged with a sense of realization.

"No wonder the Holy Ancient Empire doesn't have any fragments of your soul. It's not that they don't have them, it's that they're simply not qualified to access this level of forbidden technique, and they don't even have the right to know about it."

Lin Mo felt a chill run down his spine.

"The Holy See of the High Tower Kingdom actually used live infants for such heinous experiments," he asked in a deep voice.

"Who instructed them to do that?"

Yin Xue and Zhou Yue both fell silent for a moment, because the answer was obvious.

The only thing that can command the complete obedience of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower is the god they worship.

Just then, the baby girl inside the stone coffin stopped crying.

She stopped crying and just lay quietly, staring blankly at Lin Mo.

She stared at Lin Mo with wide, curious eyes.

Her pupils were the unique scarlet blood color of Yin Xue, yet they were also shrouded in the clear and innocent look of an infant.

Pure innocence intertwined with a strong spiritual aura, making one's heart clench.

Her body was now semi-transparent.

The light array beneath the skin was still flickering faintly, but it could no longer support this corroded body.

Even so, she still smiled at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo suddenly felt somewhat at a loss.

"The experiment failed."

Yin Xue spoke, her voice as soft as a breeze as she gazed at the baby girl's translucent body.

"Her body has been completely assimilated by fragments of my soul."

Lin Mo frowned deeply, looking at the innocent little life in the coffin, and a rare hint of hesitation appeared on his face as he asked in a deep voice.

"So... there's no hope?"

Yin Xue did not speak, but gently flapped her thin wings and slowly flew down from Lin Mo's shoulder, hovering above the stone coffin.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched the baby girl's warm little face.

The baby girl was startled at first, then seemed to feel Yin Xue's touch, and then grinned, giving Yin Xue a pure and innocent smile.

Like all innocent babies, soft and naive.

A faint smile appeared on Yin Xue's lips, and a soft, blood-red aura suddenly emanated from his body.

Without hesitation, she slowly spread out her own soul power, gently enveloping the baby girl in the stone coffin.

The baby girl's body gradually lost its eerie bluish-black color, and the originally entwined light array dissipated inch by inch.

Its tiny body transformed into countless tiny, blood-red specks of light.

Carrying the last trace of the infant's breath, it slowly merged into Yin Xue's soul along with the halo.

A moment later, the stone coffin was completely empty.

The fragments of the soul and the baby girl were all absorbed into Yin Xue's body.

Yin Xue swayed slightly and landed back on Lin Mo's shoulder.

Her figure had shrunk considerably, and her aura was much weaker, clearly indicating that she had expended a great deal of energy.

After she finished doing everything, she flew back to Lin Mo's shoulder and buried her face in Lin Mo's black hair.

At this moment, Yin Xue was no longer as carefree and excited as before, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

A moment later, Yin Xue spoke.

"She didn't die, she just coexisted with me... I can take care of her inside me."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo's usual indifference was filled with heavy emotions, and he remained silent for a long time.

Zhou Yue, inside the black sword, remained silent as well.

The soul lamps swayed underground, casting long shadows of him, leaving only a silent solemnity.

Just then, Mianmian, who was standing at his feet, gently tugged at Lin Mo's trouser leg.

Its round, black eyes were fixed on the corner, and its little paws pointed forcefully in that direction.

Lin Mo looked in that direction and saw a bright white crystal on a stone platform in the shadows.

The surface is shimmering with light, indicating that it is constantly in operation.

Zhou Yue, who was inside the black sword, immediately spoke up to explain.

"That's a recording crystal used exclusively by the Vatican; they recorded the entire process of this forbidden experiment."

Lin Mo stepped forward, lightly lifted his fingertips, and took off the crystal, putting it away safely.

Then, looking up at the heavy church dome above, he spoke softly in a low, hoarse voice.

"Yin Xue, how many demon kings have they used for experiments?"

The blood on her shoulder trembled slightly, and her small face, buried in Lin Mo's hair, twitched slightly.

He uttered a few words briefly.

"The 33th one."

The 33rd Demon King means that before Yin Xue, there were still 32 Demon Kings' soul fragments.

Was she, like her, used as a prop in forbidden experiments by the Vatican, forcibly integrated into the bodies of innocent babies, and repeatedly consumed, crushed, and exploited?

Lin Mo asked himself if he was any kind of good person in this world.

He didn't know if he had the right to be angry.

But he knew he loathed this place, this church, and this faith to the extreme.

All he wants to do now is destroy these things.