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

Before Zhiyun's screams had even faded, Lin Mo's black sword was already drawn, and with a flash of cold light, it directly severed one of his arms.

"ah--!"

A sharp, intense pain instantly swept through her entire body, causing her to convulse, and the power maintaining the illusion within her completely dissipated.

At the same time, the black mist that had enveloped the entire conference room receded like a tide.

The representatives from various countries who had been trapped in a predicament instantly came to their senses. The pitch-black space in front of them disappeared, and they returned to the magnificent conference hall.

The group had not yet recovered from the shock of the illusion.

thump.

A loud bang drew everyone's attention.

A middle-aged man dressed in a magnificent lord's robe was standing in the corner, clutching his empty right arm, looking at Lin Mo with pained and panicked eyes.

His arm was exactly the same as the arm that Zhiyun had severed in the illusion, and it appeared in reality at the same time.

The dwarf king Tie Xin's eyes widened, and he gasped.

"Holy crap! I never imagined that old bastard Zhiyun's true form was actually a human lord of a small country? He's been hiding this way for too long!"

The other representatives also looked shocked and whispered among themselves.

No one expected that the true form of the continent's strongest illusionist would appear in this way, and that he would be a seemingly insignificant lord of a small country.

King Azer slowly shook his head, his gaze falling on the lord's bloodshot face, his tone grave.

"I remember this lord. He openly rebelled against the oppression of the Holy Tower Kingdom a few years ago. He has a fierce temperament and cannot be Zhiyun."

He paused, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"It must have been through the Church's methods that the king was replaced by the Weaver Girl."

Tie Xin's lips twitched: "This insidious method is equivalent to directly controlling a country."

Upon hearing their conversation, everyone present fell silent.

Even the lord of a country can be manipulated and replaced at will by the church.

This demonstrates the terrifying power and ruthless methods of the Papacy.

Thinking of this, many representatives from smaller countries showed expressions of apprehension.

The lord struggled to his feet, his face no longer contorted with pain, but instead radiating ruthlessness and smugness. He stared intently at Lin Mo and burst into laughter.

"Lin Mo, you think you've won? The moment you all fell into the illusion, I destroyed that recording crystal in your hand! All that filth recorded inside has long since vanished! Haha, didn't expect that, did you!"

Weaving's voice came through the lord's body, carrying a hint of relief at surviving a calamity.

He was certain that as long as he destroyed the core crystal, the Vatican's secrets would not be exposed, and his mission would be complete.

Lin Mo looked at his frenzied appearance and glanced down at the blackened and contaminated recording crystal.

Then he nodded slightly, his tone calm and undisturbed.

"Okay, I understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and gently squeezed the image crystal in his hand.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the crystal transformed into countless tiny wisps of light that dissipated into the air.

Seeing this, Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief, her tense body instantly went limp, and a relieved smile appeared on her lips as she murmured to herself.

"Your Holiness, my mission... is complete..."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than a cold hand suddenly grabbed his hair and yanked him up.

Lin Mo dragged him step by step to the floor-to-ceiling window of the conference room.

The force was so great that the veins on Zhiyun's forehead bulged, forcing him to tilt his head back and look in the direction Lin Mo was pointing.

"Look over there, what's that?"

Lin Mo's voice was icy, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.

Zhi Yun forced her eyes open and looked in the direction Lin Mo was pointing. Her pupils instantly contracted.

The relief and smile on his face froze completely, replaced by extreme fear and despair.

Not far away, on the tallest tower of Shenglin Village.

Ten golden dragon warriors, clad in golden armor, stood proudly, their dragon scales gleaming in the sunlight. Upon seeing Lin Mo's gaze, they all nodded slightly, their expressions respectful.

Beneath their feet lay a mountain of shimmering white crystals, densely packed and stretching as far as the eye could see.

These were all the pieces of evidence that Lin Mo had taken from the Pope's room in New Tower City!

Zhiyun's eyes widened instantly, her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and she murmured, "No... impossible... how could you have so many..."

He knew all too well what was hidden inside those photographic crystals.

That was the complete record of the Vatican's experiments with living infants and the souls of demons over the years.

It is the lament of countless innocent lives, and the church's dirtiest and most unspeakable secret.

Once these images are made public, the entire High Tower Church will be scorned by the entire continent and utterly destroyed!

Lin Mo ignored his madness, and simply raised his hand slightly towards the golden dragon warriors on the tower, signaling them to activate the projection.

The next second, another huge white screen appeared next to the screen in the sky that was originally showing the meeting footage.

Two light screens simultaneously broadcast the live stream to the entire mainland.

At this time, the people on the mainland were still in a state of confusion.

I don't understand why Lin Mo, that villain everyone wants to kill, would suddenly appear in the conference room.

To everyone else, this was tantamount to courting death.

At this moment, the golden dragon began to activate the image-recording crystal, and another light screen appeared out of thin air, with the image inside gradually becoming clearer.

It was time for Lin Mo to speak.

"Hypocrites of the High Tower Church, people of the entire continent, take a look for yourselves at the dirty tricks your church is up to behind the scenes."

The heart in his hand sank heavily, and a wave of despair overwhelmed him.

He tried to struggle and stop it, but Lin Mo held him tightly, leaving him powerless. He could only watch helplessly as the images on the screen gradually became clearer.

They could only watch helplessly as the crimes of the Papacy were gradually exposed to the gaze of the entire continent.

In the conference room, the dwarf king Tiexin was the first to lose his composure. He went to the window, stretched his neck, and shouted with a curious expression.

"What on earth is that thing? Why all the secrecy? It's scared that old man Zhiyun like this!"

Representatives from other countries also gathered around, crowding by the window, their eyes filled with curiosity and doubt.

What is the secret that Lin Mo risked his life to deliver, and that Zhi Yun would stop at nothing to destroy?

All eyes were focused on the newly lit screen of light in the sky.

The people of the entire continent also stopped all their clamor, looking up at the dual light screens, their hearts filled with doubt.