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

Lin Mo did not rush to leave. He walked out of the underground chamber and quickly walked up the spiral stone steps, heading straight for the upper part of the cathedral.

The black robe carried a chilling killing intent.

Wherever it passed, even the holy light in the air was forced to retreat by the chill.

A moment later, he stopped in front of a magnificent oak door, carved with gilded sacred symbols and exquisitely decorated.

This is the Pope's private residence, and also the most central and forbidden area of ​​the entire cathedral.

The two Holy Crusaders guarding the entrance, clad in platinum heavy armor, had stern expressions. Sensing the murderous aura emanating from Lin Mo, they immediately stepped forward, brandishing their halberds, and sternly tried to stop him.

"Who are you! This is the Pope's palace! Surrender immediately and cooperate with the investigation!"

Without uttering a single wasted word, Lin Mo suddenly unleashed his killing intent and let out a low shout.

Killing Domain, open.

The pitch-black realm of souls instantly swept across the entire cathedral, and the chilling pressure of death enveloped every inch of space.

He drew his black sword with a backhand motion and swung it casually.

There was no roar, no bloodshed.

All the monks, priests, and guards on duty inside the church had their souls extracted, their bodies limp and lifeless.

The two guards collapsed to the ground without even letting out a scream.

Lin Mo raised his hand and pushed open the heavy door.

Even though I was mentally prepared, my heart still skipped a beat.

The entire wall facing the door is a giant sandalwood bookcase, densely filled with shimmering white photographic crystals.

Layer upon layer, stretching as far as the eye can see, there are at least several thousand at a rough count!

Blood flew from Lin Mo's shoulder as he looked at the cabinet full of crystals, his voice trembling with shock.

"These... are all photos taken during the experiments."

The black sword trembled violently, and Zhou Yue gritted his teeth.

"These bastards, how many inhuman experiments have they conducted?!"

Lin Mo's cold gaze swept over them, and after a rough count, there were thousands of crystals.

He remained silent.

With a wave of his hand, the storage ring glowed faintly, collecting all the image crystals into it.

Each one is the most bloody evidence of the High Tower Church's crimes.

After putting all the image crystals into his storage ring, Lin Mo's gaze fell on the thick notebook with a gold-embossed cover in the center of his desk.

With a flick of the fingertip, it was turned open.

The yellowed pages are densely covered with details of the Vatican's experiments over hundreds of years.

From the extraction of the Demon King's soul fragments and the screening criteria for newborns to failed cases of soul assimilation.

Every word and sentence was steeped in blood and coldness.

The last few pages of the journal clearly list the names and numbers of the first 32 demon lords.

Each name was followed by glaring words such as "Experiment terminated," "Fragments exhausted," and "Body collapse."

Next to Yin Xue's name, it simply says "In progress, core fragments are stable".

Yin Xue hovered in mid-air, looking at the unfamiliar names of demon kings. His wings trembled slightly, and his weak voice was filled with sorrow: "As expected... I'm not the only one."

Zhou Yue's rage almost burst through the black sword.

"They treat the Demon King as expendable resources and infants as vessels; this is not faith, it is blatant evil!"

Lin Mo closed the notebook and put the items into the ring.

He knew that these were the most irrefutable pieces of evidence.

The next second, Lin Mo's figure flashed.

It transformed into a dark afterimage, piercing through the doors and windows of the Pope's room, and landed steadily in the central square outside the cathedral.

The streets remained in chaos.

Shouts of killing and cries of alarm mingled together, yet no trace of civilian casualties or bloodshed was visible.

Ajin led the Golden Dragons, who were scattered throughout the city, precisely targeting and engaging the defending troops and the generals guarding the city walls.

Dragon Claw and Dragon Breath consistently avoided civilian areas, acting with great restraint, aiming only to disrupt the defenses and not indiscriminately killing innocent people.

People huddled in corners and alleyways, whispering among themselves with fear on their faces, their words filled with devotion to the church and God.

"God protect us! We must defend the cathedral!"

"These wicked people dare to desecrate the Holy City! His Holiness the Pope will surely punish them!"

"Pray quickly, for the holy light will purify all evil and protect us!"

……

Yin Xue leaned on Lin Mo's shoulder, looking at the terrified believers all over the street, and whispered.

"People who can live in the capital are basically die-hard believers in the church, and they have been brainwashed by those doctrines since childhood."

Lin Mo nodded slightly without saying anything.

He simply turned around slowly, his gaze fixed on the towering cathedral behind him.

This building, constructed entirely of pure white megaliths with a spire piercing the night sky, is the core of the faith of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

It is also a den of iniquity that has housed centuries of heinous experiments.

The holy runes on the stone wall still emitted a faint holy light, but they could not conceal the blood and coldness that permeated the depths of the earth.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Mo gripped the hilt of the black sword tightly with his backhand and suddenly exerted force with his wrist.

Clang—!

The piercing sound of swords echoed through the sky.

The moment the black sword was drawn, the world suddenly lost its color, and a scarlet sword light that stretched across the sky burst forth out of thin air.

Enveloped in a soul power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, it cleaved fiercely towards the very center of the cathedral like a giant blade that split the sky.

Boom!

The deafening roar shook the entire capital city of the new tower.

The main body of the church, made of marble, was forcibly split in two.

At the point of fracture, rubble flew everywhere, the gilded sculpture crashed down, and the towering spire broke in half.

The dome collapsed and the beams crumbled; this papal sanctuary, which had stood for hundreds of years, collapsed in an instant.

Thick clouds of smoke billowed into the sky, obscuring half of the night sky.

This earth-shattering commotion instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the city.

The people who were still praying devoutly froze instantly.

Then came terrified cries, and everyone stared in disbelief at the broken church.

Their sacred sanctuary was cleaved in two by a single sword!

"Blasphemy! This is blasphemy! May the gods punish him and purify him!"

"The sanctuary is gone... our refuge is gone!"

"How is this possible?! How could the church have collapsed?"

……

Then came the garrison troops.

Even Ah Jin and the others didn't expect Lin Mo to cause such a commotion.

At that moment, Lin Mo suddenly raised his palm upwards.

An immense and overwhelming surge of spiritual power erupted from his body.

A vast, dark fog swept across the entire New Tower City like a tsunami.

Wherever the black energy passed, all the holy light was swallowed up.

A dense aura of malevolent spirits surged into the sky, completely enveloping the entire holy city.

The low growls of the ghosts became the only main melody in the city.

The guards on the city wall, who were locked in battle with the golden dragon, instantly understood upon seeing these souls.

"It's Lin Mo! That devil is here!"

"It really was him! That bastard actually destroyed the church!"

"Ah! I'm going to kill him!"

……

Some exceptionally calm commanders immediately issued orders.

"Quickly! Activate the Holy Light Array in the capital! First, disperse these souls!"

Lin Mo stood quietly on the deserted central street.

His black robes fluttered in the black mist, and his fierce aura was restrained yet still intimidating.

He took a slow, deep breath, suppressing the surging, cold anger in his chest, and his gaze fell on the storage ring on his finger.

It contains thousands of experimental photographic crystals, as well as the Pope's notes recording all the evils, which are irrefutable evidence of the Tower of Papacy's centuries-long dehumanization.

His eyes were indifferent.

The voice, calm yet clear, resounded across the city shrouded in black mist:

"The meeting in Holy Land Village...it's time to give you a big gift."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Mo's figure flashed, transforming into a black shadow and disappearing into the sky.