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

The image crystal in Lin Mo's hand swayed gently in the holy light, its shimmering white luster concealing unknown secrets. Representatives from various countries in the conference room craned their necks, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Zhi Yun has always been carefree, so there must be a big secret hidden in the photo that made him so out of control.

"Don't move! Hand over the crystal immediately!"

The Archbishop of the Weaving Kingdom interrupted sharply, his body radiating holy light.

Lin Mo merely glanced at him indifferently, his tone full of disdain.

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from? Only the kings of the various countries have the right to speak at this meeting. You, a church bishop, dare to bark here?"

Archbishop Zhiyun's face turned ashen: "I am..."

Before he could finish speaking, the blood on Lin Mo's shoulder flew up, its little wings flapping, its tone sharp and scathing.

"You're nothing! That hypocrite who ambushed me back then dares to put on airs here? Even your Pope would only be fit to carry Lin Mo's shoes!"

Zhiyun had fought Yin Xue before. Although he was not as strong as Yin Xue, his illusion techniques were too strange, and he even successfully ambushed Yin Xue.

Now that Yin Xue had scolded him, Zhi Yun's face became even more unpleasant. He could no longer care about maintaining his dignity and made a gesture with his palm facing upwards.

A blade of light suddenly shot towards Lin Mo from the corner.

Lin Mo easily dodged by shifting slightly.

However, a pinkish-white array quickly appeared on the floor beneath his feet.

Upon seeing this, the dwarf king Tiexin's lips twitched, and he quickly looked down at the floor beneath his feet.

To his astonishment, he discovered that each floorboard was engraved with faint array patterns.

"Good heavens, this entire conference room has been tampered with."

Aize looked down at his feet with a similarly grim expression.

"The church's methods are indeed powerful. Zhiyun is the strongest illusionist on the continent. His illusions can make people see the most desired images and then fall into them. The biggest drawback is that it requires an array to be activated. Now, every floor of this conference room is his battlefield."

As the two were talking, a pinkish-white light enveloped Lin Mo.

Everyone thought Lin Mo would fall into an illusion and be at their mercy.

But the next second, Lin Mo simply exerted a little force with his feet and took half a step back. His expression remained cold, showing no sign of falling into the illusion.

Archbishop Zhiyun's pupils constricted, his face filled with disbelief, and he gasped in shock.

"This is impossible! My illusions have never failed! Unless... unless your mental strength exceeds two hundred thousand! But that's simply impossible for someone below the demigod level!"

He simply couldn't accept that his prized illusion technique had been so easily broken by Lin Mo.

Without further ado, Lin Mo drew his black sword with a backhand motion. The pitch-black blade was imbued with immense soul power, and a sharp sword light flashed as it pierced straight towards Archbishop Weaving Fortune.

The speed was so fast that Zhiyun had no time to react, and the black sword pierced straight through his chest.

But at that moment, Zhiyun's body suddenly became blurry.

Like a reflection in water, it gradually dissipated, leaving only a faint ray of holy light.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eyes.

The next moment, a calm yet mocking voice came from the shadows of the conference room, echoing throughout the entire hall.

"As expected, thinking you can get rid of me with this substitute is just wishful thinking."

All the representatives present were instantly in an uproar, turning their heads to look around, but they could not find the source of the sound.

Only now did they realize with shock that the one who had confronted and attacked Lin Mo was never the true form of Archbishop Zhiyun.

It was merely a substitute he created using illusion magic; no one knew where his true self was hidden.

"Lin Mo, do you think you can turn the tide with just a single crystal?"

Zhi Yun's voice rang out again, tinged with a sinister glint.

"Since you're unwilling to indulge in beautiful dreams, then succumb to nightmares completely!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange black aura suddenly surged out from all directions of the conference room, instantly enveloping the entire hall.

It turned out that not only the floor, but also the surrounding walls and the ceiling above were covered with arrays.

This is also why the Bishop of the Weaving Movement stayed here.

This conference room was the illusion battlefield he had prepared long ago.

Within the black mist, countless illusory runes flickered.

This time, the illusion created by the weaver was no longer a beautiful dream, but a deadly trap, a realm of doom.

Representatives from various countries and papal servants alike were all indiscriminately drawn into the illusion.

In the illusion, everyone is trapped in an endless, pitch-black space, with their most feared scenes appearing before their eyes.

One of the kings of a small human kingdom swallowed hard: "What... what's going on? I'm only level 30, don't mess with me."

As he finished speaking, several figures formed from black mist suddenly appeared in front of him.

The figures pounced on him, snatching his clothes, jewelry, and the ring from his hand.

Then it receded like the tide.

The process was extremely fast. When the black mist dissipated, the king was left with only tattered beggar's clothes.

At the same time, a cold wind blew around him.

"No...no, I don't want to go back to being a beggar!"

As he said this, he scrambled to Saint Zefa's feet.

"Your Majesty, save me! Just like before, I promise I'll obey, I..."

Saint Zefa looked conflicted; he was also trapped in the illusion and couldn't help at all.

The king was still pleading, but his belly quickly shrank, and the fat on his body rapidly disappeared.

They looked like beggars who hadn't eaten for days.

Suffering from hunger and cold, he no longer had the strength to speak and could only curl up on the ground.

It gradually shriveled and withered until it finally stopped breathing.

On the live stream screen, he appeared just like in the illusion, his body rapidly wasting away, his face deathly pale, his eyes wide open, and he suddenly stopped breathing.

Death in the illusion can directly reflect in reality!

Just as everyone was in shock, a cloud of black mist slowly condensed and gradually transformed into a human shape.

This was the Archbishop of the Weaving Movement.

As soon as he appeared, everyone present began to question him.

"Zhiyun! What have you done?!"

"Let me out! I should have never fucking come! Damn it!"

"Why doesn't this formation distinguish between friend and foe? Zhiyun! Stop right now!"

……

Everyone experienced hallucinations one after another.

A beastman representative lost all his power in the illusion and was torn apart and devoured by his former prey.

Aize watched as the forest he had been protecting gradually withered and his people fell one by one.

Before the dwarf king lay empty wine jars, and his beard was falling out in clumps.

"You despicable scoundrel! Come and fight me head-on if you dare!"

Tie Xin grabbed a handful of his beard and roared angrily.

The Elf King Aize frowned, calmly looking at the illusion before him, and slowly spoke, his voice piercing through the dark space, pointing directly at Zhiyun.

"For you to resort to such unscrupulous means, even dragging us into this illusion, the recording crystal in Lin Mo's possession must hold a significant secret, right?"

Zhiyun ignored Aize's question.

His gaze swept over everyone else and landed on Lin Mo in the illusion, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"This realm of misfortune can simulate what you fear most. To die here means to be completely annihilated in reality. Lin Mo, come on, let me see what this universally despised demon fears most?"

As he spoke, he walked up to Lin Mo, intending to see for himself what Lin Mo's greatest fear was.

At this moment, Lin Mo slowly moved.

He raised his right hand and placed it on the hilt of the black sword, applying slight pressure with his fingertips, as if he were about to draw the sword and retaliate.

Seeing this, Zhiyun curled up a disdainful smile and mocked.

"Still trying to resist? Naïve! I control this illusion. Everything you've done is within my expectations. You have no chance at all..."

Before he could finish his taunt, Lin Mo's left hand suddenly shot out like lightning and grabbed Zhi Yun's wrist, which was hidden in the black mist!

Zhi Yun's voice stopped abruptly, her tone filled with disbelief, her eyes wide as she stared intently at Lin Mo.

"This...how...?"

Lin Mo looked directly into his eyes and slowly spoke, word by word:

"What I fear most right now is that you will get away."