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

Mag dismounted, brushed the dust off his armor, and stood ramrod straight, like an unyielding spear.

Facing the scorching midday sun, he looked intently at the eight hundred emaciated veterans behind him, whose eyes remained resolute despite their sallow complexions.

His opening tone was generous and sincere, full of righteous indignation.

"Brothers, we guard the border, shedding blood on the battlefield, and now we've been betrayed by villains! I've entered Holy Village alone to meet with the King and the high-ranking officials of the Holy See, seeking only justice, only to let the world know that the loyalty of us border guards is as clear as the sun and moon!"

As Mag finished speaking, the eight hundred elite soldiers behind him looked at each other in bewilderment.

The anger and resolve on their faces froze, replaced by bewilderment and astonishment.

They stormed through cities to resupply, their hearts filled with rage, intending to fight for their survival and to protest their abandoned fate.

But Mag's words at that moment were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing everyone's anger.

The scarred veteran opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only sighed heavily.

The young soldier's grip on his weapon loosened slightly, and everyone fell into an eerie silence.

Seeing that the crowd had calmed down, Mag nodded in satisfaction and turned to walk towards the gate of Holy End Village.

Just then, a dark figure suddenly shot out from the crowd!

boom!

A dull thud rang out as Lin Mo decisively threw a heavy punch, slamming it squarely into Mag's cheek.

Mag was like a rag doll struck by a heavy hammer, flying more than ten meters away before crashing heavily onto the hard ground and rolling several times before coming to a stop.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and half of his cheek swelled up instantly.

He was embedded in the ground with his eyes closed, clearly unconscious.

This sudden scene shocked everyone present.

Lin Mo shook his fist, looked at Mag lying on the ground, and couldn't help but spit.

"You're crazy, you've been watching too many female-oriented novels."

This sudden turn of events left all the soldiers present completely stunned. The entire area was deathly silent; even the sound of the wind whistling through the grass could be clearly heard.

No one expected that an ordinary soldier who had been inconspicuous in the ranks would suddenly turn on General Mag.

And he even knocked Mag unconscious with one punch; Mag was a level 90 general!

What's this soldier's strength? A demigod?!

Lin Mo ignored these suspicions. He slowly walked up to the soldiers, exuding a faint aura of power. His gaze swept over the bewildered and angry faces, and he spoke in a deep voice, each word piercing to the heart.

"The Church cuts off your supplies, forbids you from sending reinforcements, and treats you as expendable pawns to fight off the monsters. The king sits in his magnificent palace, indifferent to your lives. Even the lords of the small towns along the way dare to boss you around! Your loyalty, Mag's loyalty, is worthless in their eyes!"

Hearing these words, the flames that had just been extinguished in the soldiers' eyes reignited.

Lin Mo raised his hand and pointed directly at the church in Saint Lin Village that was shrouded in holy light, his voice suddenly rising.

"Mag wants to show his loyalty, that's his business! What about you? Your brothers died on the border, and you yourselves are wounded. Are you going to fight for a bunch of people who betrayed you?! Attacking Holy Land is not a rebellion, it's seeking justice! It's making those who abandoned you pay the price they deserve!"

These words were like a spark, instantly igniting the soldiers' long-suppressed anger.

The initial confusion vanished, replaced by overwhelming resentment and restlessness.

"That's right!"

"General Mag is foolish, but we can't be foolish! Storm into Saint Advent and settle accounts with the Church!"

"We fought a bloody battle, why are we treated like expendable pawns! We demand an explanation today!"

……

The roars rose and fell, and the eight hundred elite soldiers were completely roused.

Wielding their weapons, they charged madly toward the gates of Saint's End like raging lions.

Shields clashed, and battle cries shook the heavens.

The heavily guarded garrison of Shenglin Village was caught off guard by the sudden attack and was momentarily at a loss.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lin Mo flashed away from the group and silently slipped into the heart of Saintly Village like a ghost.

Yin Xue perched on his shoulder, her blood-red eyes fixed on the very center of the village, pointing with her little finger at the church spire that pierced the clouds.

"Look there! The Holy Light Crystal at the top of the highest tower is the core that the Holy See uses to project images onto the entire continent in real time. After the Holy Judgment Conference ends, they will announce the results there and officially call on the entire continent to punish you."

Lin Mo looked up and saw the crystal gleaming in the sunlight, radiating a holy light.

He nodded slightly, a cold, sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

He quickened his pace and sped straight toward the top of the tower.

……

Meanwhile, in the suffocating atmosphere of the corridor atop the ivory tower in the heart of Saint Lin Village.

King Zefa of the Holy Tower Kingdom stood with his hands behind his back, looking out the window at the rebel army pouring into the village. His brows were furrowed, and his face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He was dressed in royal robes and wore a crown, but there was no trace of imperial majesty in his eyes; instead, he was filled with irritability and frustration.

"Those bastards actually came."

Saint Zefa clenched his fists tightly and growled at the heavily armored generals behind him through gritted teeth.

"Immediately mobilize the Holy See's army to swiftly suppress these rebels! We must not allow them to disrupt the meeting!"

Several generals bowed to accept the order and turned to leave.

Just then, a flippant and relaxed voice came from behind.

"Your Majesty, relax. They are just a few hundred scattered soldiers. They can't cause any trouble."

Saint Zefa turned his head sharply and saw a man dressed in a white bishop's robe leaning against the wall.

This man had a handsome face and a nonchalant smile on his lips.

He was the core high-ranking member of the High Tower Church, one of the four major bishops of the Church, the Archbishop of Weaving Fortune, who was skilled in illusion and whose strength was almost close to that of a demigod.

Saint Zefa's expression grew increasingly grim. He raised his hand, took out an urgent letter, and spoke to Bishop Weaving.

"Relax? That bastard Lin Mo attacked your Papacy's core city, New Tower, and destroyed the cathedral. How can you be so relaxed?"

Zhiyun raised an eyebrow and shrugged indifferently.

"What are you afraid of? His Holiness the Pope has already returned to New Tower City from the conference outpost."

He paused, his tone filled with absolute certainty.

"The damage caused by Lin Mo is nothing more than a trivial matter that can be repaired in the blink of an eye, and is not worth mentioning at all."

Saint Zefa snorted coldly, his tone icy.

"Destruction can be restored, but we've already lost face! The capital has been attacked, the Holy See's sanctuary has been destroyed—if word gets out, the whole continent will laugh at us!"

Bishop Zhiyun curled his lip, looking completely indifferent.

"As you said yourself, we've already lost face, so there's no point in dwelling on it anymore. The most important thing now is to convene the Holy Judgment Conference, convict Lin Mo of being a demon, and call on the entire continent to unite and punish him."

He pointed to the closed oak door in front of him, his tone casual.

"The representatives from other countries have all arrived and are waiting for you."

Saint Zefa took a deep breath, suppressing the frustration in his heart.

He knew all too well that he, as king, was nothing more than a figurehead in the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

The Papacy's power is deeply entrenched, and the Pope's influence far surpasses that of the Pope.

Compared to the powerful king of the Holy Ancient Empire, his reign was far more frustrating.

Even though he harbored resentment, he dared not easily lash out at Bishop Yun, whose strength was nearly demigod-like and who was skilled in illusion magic.

With that thought in mind, he arrived at the door of the conference room.

He took a deep breath, regained his royal dignity, and pushed the door open by pressing the doorknob.

"Welcome to Saintly Village, representatives from the mainland! Today, we will condemn the villain Lin Mo!"