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

As soon as Saint Zefa finished speaking, the atmosphere in the conference room instantly became extremely tense.

The so-called meeting process was in fact just a few factions listing the crimes of the person being tried.

It may seem simple and unadorned, but it is actually quite deadly.

They control the live streaming channels to the mainland, and all they need to do is stick to their guns.

Even fabricated charges can be presented as irrefutable evidence.

Even without a single piece of evidence, the person being judged can still be firmly nailed to the pillar of shame of the mainland's demons.

The first to launch an attack were the lords of three small human kingdoms.

They slammed their fists on the obsidian round table and sprang to their feet, veins bulging in their necks, spittle flying as they roared, their faces contorted with forced grief and fear.

"Distinguished representatives! People of the entire continent! Lin Mo's Soul Legion has brazenly invaded our country, razing cities to the ground, slaughtering our people, and even burning our royal ancestral temple to ashes!"

"Our small country only seeks peace in its corner of the world and has never provoked him. Yet that devil treats our borders as nothing and human lives as worthless. He is utterly devoid of conscience!"

"We beseech the Holy Kingdom of the Tower to uphold justice! Lin Mo must be convicted today, made to pay for his crimes in blood, and peace restored to the continent!"

……

The three men beat their chests and stomped their feet, shouting themselves hoarse, perfectly portraying the image of "victims."

In fact, their land was not invaded by the army of souls at all.

However, the live broadcast screen did not explain the truth; it simply projected this scene verbatim to every corner of mainland China.

The people, already brainwashed by the Vatican, instantly erupted in anger.

Uninformed voices of discussion filled the air.

On the streets of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower, believers pointed at the light screen and cursed it angrily.

"This monster deserves to die!"

In the elven forest, a young elf frowned: "If that's true, Lin Mo's killing has crossed the line."

On the orcish plains, warriors pounded their chests and roared, "Cowards who slaughter civilians do not deserve to be called strong!"

Seeing that someone was starting to make accusations, the Bishop of the Weaving Society secretly gave him a wink.

Immediately, a papal attendant led a young man dressed in a tattered brocade robe into the hall.

The young man was deathly pale and had bloodshot eyes.

As soon as he entered the room, he collapsed in front of the round table, bursting into tears in front of the live stream screen, his voice filled with anguish.

"I am a descendant of the Li family, the royal family of the Holy Ancient Empire! Lin Mo was originally a city lord in our Holy Ancient Empire. He was sentenced for abducting a woman, and afterwards he gathered a rebel faction to usurp the throne. If that were all, it would be fine... He... He..."

The man choked up as he spoke.

"He slaughtered my entire Li family, leaving me all alone in the palace! His methods were cruel and inhumane. I beg you, representatives, to seek justice for the souls of my Li family!"

This tearful plea was like adding fuel to the fire, completely igniting the anger across the continent.

"Kill Lin Mo! Avenge the royal family!"

"The entire continent unites to defeat the demon!"

"Slay the demons and restore peace to the continent!"

……

In an instant, Lin Mo became a demon that everyone wanted to kill, and the uproar under the live broadcast screen almost overturned the entire continent.

At the round table, the Elf King Aize sat motionless, his expression aloof, watching the farce unfold before him without uttering a word.

The dwarf king Tiexin next to him reached out and poked his shoulder.

He secretly passed a bronze wine jug from under the table and whispered, "Try some? It's a hundred-year-old barley wine; it's quite potent."

Aize gently shook his head: "No need."

Tie Xin shrugged and took a big gulp of wine.

Looking at the human lords spitting as they spoke, he muttered to himself, "What kind of all-race alliance is this? To put it bluntly, it's still the humans who call the shots. We're just here to make up the numbers."

Aize sighed softly as he watched the human lords still smearing stars everywhere; only Tie Xin could hear his voice.

"The Holy Kingdom of the Tower can annex these small countries at any time. Keeping them around is just to increase their votes at crucial meetings."

The representatives of the foreign races present were all shrewd and knew exactly what was going on.

They are merely supporting characters; the real decision-making power always rests in the hands of the Holy Kingdom and the Church.

Seeing that public opinion had completely turned in his favor and the time was ripe, Saint Zefa cleared his throat, raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and prepared to announce the final verdict.

"Now that the representatives have presented Lin Mo's crimes, I, as the King of the Holy Tower Kingdom..."

Before he could finish speaking, a lazy yet cold voice suddenly drifted in from the conference room door, clearly piercing through all the noise.

"Such a big meeting, how come no one invited me?"

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone turned their heads sharply to look, only to see a gust of wind sweep by.

A young man in black robes was now sitting in the previously empty seat reserved for the Holy Ancient Empire.

He stood tall and straight, his black robe fluttering slightly in the still room, his face stern.

The human lord who had been shouting the loudest just now instantly lost his temper, stood up abruptly, pointed at Lin Mo, and shouted angrily.

"Insolence! Where did you come from, you madman! How dare you trespass into the Holy Judgment Hall! Guards, throw him out!"

He had barely finished speaking.

bass!

puff!

The next moment, blood splattered, and the lord fell straight to the ground without even letting out a scream, completely lifeless.

fast.

It's almost at its limit.

The people present didn't even see how the man moved his sword before it was already sheathed.

This scene was broadcast live across the entire continent, causing the pupils of all the representatives to shrink instantly and gasps to rise. Everyone was completely shocked by this ruthlessness.

Only the Elf King Azer remained calm, as if he had expected this all along.

The dwarf king Tie Xin secretly took a sip of wine, a playful smile curving his lips.

The ease on the Bishop's face vanished completely. He stood up abruptly, his body radiating holy light, and questioned him sharply.

"Lin Mo! How dare you! You actually dared to kill someone in the Holy Judgment Hall! Do you want to make an enemy of the entire continent?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone realized what was happening.

So, he was Lin Mo!

Lin Mo glanced at his pristine white bishop's robes, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

"To be an enemy of the entire continent? I still have a lot to learn from you guys in that respect."

Upon hearing this, Bishop Zhiyun seemed to realize something, and a sense of unease arose in his heart.

He wanted to say something more, but Lin Mo had already slowly raised his hand.

A glint of light flashed on the ring on her finger, and a pure white photographic crystal lay quietly in her palm, gleaming eerily in the holy light.

Lin Mo casually tossed the crystal aside, his tone calm yet carrying a deadly threat.

"I've brought a very special gift today, wouldn't you all like to see it?"

Upon hearing Lin Mo's words, a hint of surprise flashed in Aize's eyes. He recognized it as a recording crystal. Could there be some secret inside?

The dwarf king, Ironheart, also became interested, his face full of curiosity.

Other races reacted similarly.

Only the Bishop of the Weaving Society's pupils suddenly contracted.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and a sense of panic welled up inside him.