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

At this moment, Mag was leading eight hundred elite troops at breakneck speed along the official road.

This army had no banners, no drums or horns, and everyone was clad in tattered heavy armor.

His armor was still stained with the smoke and blood of the frontier fortress, and his steps were heavy yet unusually firm.

The eight hundred men were all veterans who had fought alongside Mag for many years on the border.

They had witnessed the ferocity of monster hordes and withstood attacks from alien races, but never before had they felt such a burning rage within them.

That secret letter made them completely lose faith in the country they had protected for half their lives.

During the frontline battles, reinforcements were explicitly prohibited from being sent to the rear.

This plunged them into despair.

At this point, the group had already declared themselves rebels and were marching towards Saint Lin Village.

The group arrived at the foot of a small town called Windfall City.

The city wall was not high, but its heavy wooden doors were tightly shut. The city wall was filled with fully armed guards, and archers nocked their arrows and drew their bows, aiming them directly at the troops below.

On the city wall, the city lord, dressed in brocade official robes, leaned on the crenellations, his face tense, and shouted down at the crowd with a deliberately forceful tone.

"General Mag! By order of the Holy Church and the capital of the High Tower Holy Kingdom, Windfall City is forbidden to any personnel from border fortresses! You shall leave immediately, or do not blame us for being impolite!"

Before Mag could even finish speaking, the soldiers behind him erupted in chaos.

A scarred veteran at the front gripped his halberd tightly, his knuckles white, and roared angrily toward the city wall.

"You're welcome? We shed blood for you on the border, you hid in the city and enjoyed yourselves when the monsters attacked, and now you dare to turn us away with a single, worthless order from the church?"

"We've been without food for three days! No medicine for the wounded! No fodder for our horses! Are you all holed up in the city, eating and drinking well, just watching us die?"

Another young soldier lifted his armor, revealing a wound on his waist that was still bleeding. His voice was hoarse and full of grief and indignation.

"The church won't allow us to borrow troops or ask for help, treating us like expendable pawns, and you're kicking us when we're down too?"

"I've been killing enemies on the border for ten years, and in the end, I can't even get a hot meal! I don't respect this bullshit ban!"

"Why waste words with them! Let's storm in! Grab the supplies! They're not the first ones anyway!"

……

Angry roars rose and fell, and the resentment of the eight hundred soldiers finally erupted.

Without waiting for Mag to give any orders, they spontaneously surged toward the city gate.

The defenders fired arrows in a panic, but these veterans were elites who had survived in the border fortresses.

Their level was at least 20 levels higher than the garrison of this small town.

Breaking through the town's defenses was a piece of cake.

A loud bang.

The already weak city gate was smashed open.

Mag, mounted on his warhorse, watched the scene unfold before him, his lips pressed tightly together. He neither uttered a word of protest nor issued any orders to restrain him.

He understood all too well the anger of his brothers.

After months of fierce fighting and holding out in the fortress, they were betrayed by the church and abandoned by the capital.

Even the lord of a small town dares to be arrogant and domineering.

If it were him, he wouldn't be able to suppress his anger either.

He simply gave his warhorse a gentle kick and slowly followed the procession into the city.

His cold gaze swept over the trembling defenders on the city wall, and the overwhelming pressure emanating from him at the peak of level 90 made all the defenders dare not make a move.

Among the crowd, a thin figure blended in with the soldiers, inconspicuous at all.

This was Lin Mo's mirror image clone. He stayed in the middle of the group, silently observing Mag's every move, seeing the soldiers' anger and Mag's forbearance.

Just then, the clone suddenly froze, as if it had received some kind of instruction.

After entering the city, he went straight into a small alley.

A figure dressed in a black robe stood deep in the alley.

Seemingly sensing someone's arrival, the man in black robes slowly turned around, revealing Lin Mo's face.

The clone immediately stepped forward and reported in a low voice.

"I followed Mag, and the small towns along the way either closed their doors or were forcibly passed through by his soldiers. No one dared to really stop them. His eight hundred men were all elites, full of resentment, and their morale was completely on his side. They didn't care about the church's prohibition at all."

Lin Mo nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the city gate of Fenglin City. He could clearly feel the atmosphere of anger permeating the city. He asked softly.

"How far is it from Shenglin Village?"

"The next city is Shenglin Village."

The clone spoke with certainty.

"Windfall City is the last supply point before Holyfall Village. Mag came here to rest and replenish his supplies before heading directly to the Holy Judgment Conference venue in Holyfall Village."

"very good."

A faint smile appeared on Lin Mo's lips; everything was proceeding according to his plan.

Mag's knife was far sharper than he had anticipated.

Thinking this, he withdrew his mirror image and put the mask on his own face.

……

As the wind swept through the city, the people on the streets all kept their doors and windows tightly shut, not daring to show their faces.

News of Mag's betrayal of the kingdom had already spread throughout the surrounding cities.

A level 90 rebel is capable of anything.

However, Mag's soldiers did not plunder the people or destroy houses. Instead, they rushed straight to the city's granaries, pharmacies, and stables, carrying food, medicine, and fodder as needed, their movements swift and orderly.

The scarred veteran directed the soldiers to load the grain onto the truck, then turned and shouted to Mag.

"General! There's enough food, medicine, and enough fodder for the warhorses!"

Mag nodded, his gaze falling on the city lord not far away.

The city lord was "invited" to the side of the street by two soldiers, his face ashen.

"Mag! You trespassed into the city, robbed supplies, and defied the Church's decree! I will immediately write to His Majesty the King and the Pope to report your actions! You will then be a traitor, and the entire Holy Kingdom of the Tower will not let you off!"

Mag slowly turned his head to look at the city lord, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth.

He neither got angry nor offered any explanation; he simply tugged at the reins, and the warhorse let out a low neigh.

"Hmph, whatever."

Mag's voice was calm.

As he finished speaking, his gaze swept over the eight hundred brothers behind him, who were fully equipped and ready to go.

"Brothers, follow me! To Holy Land Village!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers cheered and quickly left the city.

Lin Mo was also among them.

……

The 800 people spent another morning walking around.

Finally, around noon, we saw the outline of Shenglin Village.

Despite the great distance, Lin Mo could still tell that this was not the size of a village at all.

Here, churches stand tall, and the white buildings are as dense as a forest.

Even the new Tower City is no better.

Lin Mo rubbed the ring in his hand. It had finally arrived. Now, the entire continent would witness the Church's crimes.

Just as Lin Mo was thinking this, Mag suddenly spoke up: "You guys stay here, I'll go in alone."

Lin Mo was taken aback; Mag's words had clearly surprised him.

Before Lin Mo could question it, a veteran spoke first.

"General, what do you mean by this? Aren't we supposed to be on our way to attack the king?"

Mag looked at them and took a deep breath: "After all this commotion, everyone should be calmed down by now."

As he spoke, he looked at Saint Lin Village and said something that shocked everyone: "Let His Majesty the King see that we have the ability to reach him, but we are not rebels. Let him see our loyalty."

Lin Mo thought he had misheard. He looked at Mag's loyal and righteous face, and his lips twitched.