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

"You're a bad guy."

Hearing Mianmian address her like that, Yin Xue froze in mid-air, her face turning bright red, and she stomped her feet and shouted indignantly.

"How is Lin Mo, that taciturn guy, any better than me? You call him 'Dad' and me 'bad guy'?!"

Lin Mo, who was listening nearby, chuckled, a rare occurrence for him: "You have good taste."

"Shut up!" Yin Xue turned around and glared at him.

Mianmian chuckled and then yawned.

The yawn was huge, his mouth opened into a circle, his eyes squinted, and he swayed for a moment before regaining his balance.

Lin Mo reached out and supported her shoulder, feeling the weariness emanating from the depths of her soul.

Evolution consumes an enormous amount of energy. After swallowing so many divine essence crystals in one go and undergoing another transformation at the life level, even an adult beast king would be overwhelmed, let alone a young beast.

Lin Mo patted her back, his tone unusually gentle: "Rest for a while, you must be very tired."

Mianmian nodded vigorously.

Then, with a flash of white light, it transformed back into its spider form.

The enormous body, several tens of meters long, couldn't move freely in this not-so-spacious secret room; its eight legs could only be half-curled up to avoid touching the ceiling.

She instinctively stretched out her front paws, wanting to return to Lin Mo's shoulder, to her little nest, and continue sleeping.

However, given her current physique, it's simply impossible for her to do that.

Her eyes dimmed for a moment.

Lin Mo looked at her like this, remained silent for a moment, then raised his hand and gently patted the tip of her outstretched hand.

"You're so big now, my shoulders can't support you."

Yin Xue offered suggestions from the side.

"You can buy a beast-taming ring and put Mianmian inside. Those rings aren't expensive, they're spacious enough, and you can carry them with you, which is much more convenient than letting her lie on your shoulder."

"don't want."

A muffled sound emanated from the enormous spider's body, carrying a hint of resistance.

She turned her large head around, her big, dark eyes with gold rings looked at Yin Xue, and stubbornly repeated herself.

"I want to sleep on my dad's shoulder again."

Yin Xue rolled her eyes: "You're bigger than a house now, how are you going to sleep? Even if you flatten Lin Mo, you still can't support one of your legs."

Mianmian blinked, looked down at her massive body, then at Lin Mo's shoulders, which appeared exceptionally thin in comparison, and remained silent for a long while.

Then, as if she had thought of something, she tilted her head, and her whole body was once again enveloped in white light.

The light contracted inward, and the enormous body, tens of meters tall, rapidly shrank within the light.

After a few breaths, the light subsided.

Only a tiny spider, no bigger than a palm, remained in the same spot, with eight short legs, a round little belly, a hairy body, and big, dark eyes, exactly the same as before.

The only difference was that the golden halo deep within Mianmian's eyes had not disappeared.

That was the most profound mark of her evolution, and it would never fade no matter what form she took.

Lin Mo looked down and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He bent down, stretched out his hand, and placed it on the ground with his palm facing up.

Mianmian happily climbed up his fingers, and in a few quick movements, she climbed all the way up his black robe to his shoulder.

He accurately found the old spot where he had spent countless days and nights: Lin Mo's left shoulder, the small indentation between his neck and shoulder blade.

She curled herself up into a small ball, rested her chin on her front legs, and let out a sigh of extreme satisfaction.

Lin Mo glanced at her, then reached out and ruffled her fluffy head: "You look better this way."

Yin Xue nodded, seemingly understanding something: "She was able to transform into human form using the abilities of a Divine Guide when she was in her juvenile form, and now she's using that ability to turn herself back into her original form."

Lin Mo understood and glanced at Mianmian.

At this moment, Mianmian nestled in Lin Mo's shoulder, her eyelids already drooping halfway, and she looked like she was about to fall into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something important, she abruptly raised her little head, her two big, dark eyes wide open.

She opened her mouth.

That tiny mouth, no bigger than a palm, seemed to transform into an invisible entrance to an abyss in an instant, and a powerful suction force swept outwards from all directions without warning.

The air in the sealed room suddenly froze.

One by one, the dried-up corpses that had lain on the stone platform for countless years floated up from it.

The remaining holy light patterns on their bodies shattered inch by inch under the pull of the suction, turning into fine golden light fragments that, along with the corpses themselves, flew towards Mianmian's mouth.

Finally, all the dried corpses turned into streaks of gray liquid and disappeared into her mouth.

In just a few breaths, the bodies of dozens of popes and archbishops from past dynasties on the four stone platforms were completely swallowed up.

Mianmian closed her mouth, stuck out her little tongue and licked the corner of her lips, then let out a small burp.

Looking around the clean and tidy secret room, he nodded in satisfaction, then pulled his head back into Lin Mo's collar and closed his eyes.

Yin Xue hung suspended in mid-air, forgetting even to flap his wings.

She stared at the empty stone platform for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence.

"...This little thing's Devouring Monarch talent has also evolved."

Lin Mo was also startled by this sudden scene; the little guy had never swallowed things so efficiently before.

Zhou Yue's tone carried a hint of apprehension that was hard to pinpoint.

"The most terrifying thing about this talent is that it can eat and digest anything. If it were on the battlefield, before the enemy could even retaliate, half of their forces would be devoured by it. This ability is simply a battlefield harvester."

Lin Mo raised his hand and gently stroked the soft, fluffy back.

"Becoming stronger is always a good thing. Alright, we should go now. There's no point in staying here anymore."

……

As Lin Mo stepped out of the secret room, the light outside made him squint slightly.

The ten golden dragons had already cleaned up the area around Shenglin Village. When they saw him come out, Ajin was the first to go forward to greet him.

"Your Majesty, where do we go next?"

Lin Mo did not answer immediately.

He glanced back at the towering spire of the Ivory Tower, where the photographic crystals atop it were still playing a loop of evidence of the Vatican's crimes, the light screen flickering in the night sky.

Thousands of crystals, each one an irrefutable piece of evidence, he couldn't possibly be carrying these things around.

The Vatican's people could return at any time. Saint Advent Village is their territory, and those escaped priests, clergy, and even Saint Zepha himself will not let it go easily.

"Ten of you will stay."

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze and said to the golden dragons, "These image crystals cannot be stopped. Several thousand of them should be used in rotation until everyone on the continent has the sins of the Holy See etched into their bones."

A golden dragon scratched its horns, looking troubled.

"But Your Majesty, if we all stay, where will you go?"

Lin Mo's gaze passed over the ruins of Shenglin Village and looked towards the heart of the Holy Tower Kingdom.

Her lips parted slightly: "Of course I'll go..."

Just as Lin Mo was about to say that he was going to the Holy Kingdom of the Tower to hunt down Saint Zefa, a loud roar suddenly came from the north.

Roar--!

The sound was so loud that it seemed to resound throughout the entire continent.

The golden dragons were all startled.

"It's Elder Honglu!"

"Has he already integrated the entire dragon race?"

"That's really fast."

"So, is he going to become the Dragon Emperor?"

"Haha, our Golden Dragon Clan has finally risen to prominence!"

……

Seeing their jubilation, Lin Mo sneered.

Because just now, he sensed that the demigod soul he had left beside Hong Lü had been shattered.