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

Hearing Yin Xue say this, A Jin shook his head: "No, these shouldn't have been done by Elder Hong Lü."

As he spoke, he strode toward an old dragon by the city wall, intending to inquire about the situation.

Yin Xue looked at Lin Mo and shrugged: "This guy is really naive."

Lin Mo frowned, feeling that A Jin's reaction was a bit excessive.

He was a Death Servant trained by Golden Dragon; he should have expected this to happen.

As Lin Mo was thinking this, the old dragon leaning against the city wall slowly raised its head, its turbid eyes lingering on Ah Jin for a moment.

To be precise, it lingered for a moment on his golden armor.

The next moment, his previously lifeless eyes suddenly snapped open, his pupils surging with overwhelming hatred, and his entire dragon body trembled violently.

"You...you're from the Golden Dragon Clan?"

Old Long pointed his withered finger at Ah Jin, his voice hoarse as if it had been scraped from sandpaper.

"Tell that old beast Hong Lu! The Dragon God will punish you! He definitely will!"

The once lifeless street seemed to be ignited by those words.

Several white dragons lying paralyzed in the ruins looked up, a black dragon leaning against the broken wall opened its eyes, and even the young dragons huddled in the corner peeked out.

Their gazes all fell on Ajin, not as those of a fellow tribesman, but as those of an enemy.

Akin was somewhat bewildered by these stares and stood frozen in place.

"No...no way, Elder Honglu said he wouldn't attack civilians..."

Lin Mo saw what A Jin was doing and patted him on the shoulder.

The force wasn't great, but it pulled Ah Jin back from those sounds.

"It's only been a few days. If we want the dragons to obey, Hong Lü will definitely wipe out all the dragons that are not golden dragons."

Lin Mo spoke calmly, as if stating a very simple fact.

But Ah Jin suddenly turned to look at him, his lips moving several times before he managed to squeeze out a sentence that was almost blown away by the wind.

"But...but my mom isn't a golden dragon."

Lin Mo was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting this.

Yin Xue flew up from his shoulder, its small wings fluttering gently. It crossed its arms and, unusually, did not have a strange or sarcastic tone.

"Dragons inherit one color of scales randomly from their parents. A child born from a golden dragon father and a blue dragon mother, whether golden or blue, is considered a hybrid by the older generation of stubborn folks and will not be given important positions. I guess most of Ah Jin and his fellow assassins came from this line of work."

Lin Mo was silent for a moment before looking at A Jin: "What about your dad? He should protect your mom, right?"

A Jin's heart tightened: "My father died in battle 50 years ago."

Lin Mo's lips twitched.

This means that during Hong Lü's integration operation, A Jin's mother will not be protected by the Golden Dragon Clan as "one of their own".

She will be listed as an object that needs to be integrated, just like the other green dragons, blue dragons, and red dragons.

If you're lucky, you'll be kicked out of your home.

If you're unlucky, you might get maimed, have your house burned down, or be dragged to the square to be displayed in public.

No wonder Ah Jin looked so lost and dejected.

Just then, a golden light shot out from the city lord's mansion in the center of Young Dragon City and landed on the top of a watchtower at the city gate that had not yet completely collapsed.

The golden light faded, revealing the silhouette of a golden dragon.

His dragon scales were extremely well-preserved, gleaming with an oily sheen in the sunlight, and his golden armor was polished so well that it reflected a person's image.

He surveyed the wounded and disabled dragons at the foot of the city wall from his elevated position, his chin slightly raised.

"Still dawdling here? Didn't you hear Elder Honglu's decree?"

His voice was sharp and arrogant, carrying the kind of elation that comes with the triumph of a petty person.

"Move them all to Dragon Nest Mountain today. Do I have to say it again?!"

He licked his lips, seemingly enjoying the feeling of looking down on everyone.

His words caused a stir.

"Dragon Nest Mountain? That place was abandoned hundreds of years ago, how could anyone live there?"

"They say they'll rearrange things for us after they ascend the throne, but that's just bullshit!"

"How can these golden dragons be so ruthless towards their own kind!"

……

The new lord of Young Dragon City ignored these voices.

His gaze swept around the base of the city wall and suddenly stopped on Ah Jin.

He paused for a moment, then jumped down from the watchtower and landed in front of Akin.

He looked Akin up and down, examining the golden armor and dragon scale patterns on his body.

I recognized them by their eyes; they were one of us.

He immediately stepped forward, his tone becoming somewhat more friendly.

"Brother, what are you still doing here? Apart from the city lords who stayed behind in each city, the rest of the Golden Dragon Clan have all gone to Dragon City. Didn't you know? Elder Hong Lü is about to ascend the throne. Such a big event, and you haven't made a move yet?"

A Jin's heart sank.

The golden dragon clearly didn't notice the almost shattered expression on Ah Jin's face.

He reached out and hooked his arm around Ah Jin's shoulder, shaking the letter he was holding in his other hand: "Anyway, I'm going to Dragon City to deliver a letter to Elder Hong Lü, let's go together."

The letter was sealed with a holy cross emblem.

Lin Mo's gaze fell on the emblem, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The symbol of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

Without hesitation, he reached out and took the letter from Jinlong's hand.

Jinlong was stunned for a moment. He looked down at his empty fingers, then looked up at the human who had appeared out of nowhere. His mind was still processing what was happening.

Then his expression changed from bewilderment to anger: "Where did this human scum come from! How dare you steal your dragon grandfather's letter! Do you even know who I am? I am the City Lord of Young Dragon City, personally appointed by Elder Hong Lü..."

Before he could finish speaking, a tremendous force suddenly struck.

He felt as if his abdomen had been hit by a carriage.

He knelt down on the ground.

Then a foot stepped on his head.

Throughout the entire process, Lin Mo didn't even glance at him.

Lin Mo now has one foot on the still struggling golden dragon, one hand holding the envelope, his thumb prying open the seal and unfolding the letter.

His gaze swept across the letter, and a meaningful smile slowly curved his lips.

The letter contained only a few lines of text.

"The Holy Kingdom of High Tower congratulates Elder Hong Lü on his ascension to the throne as Dragon Emperor. To express our sincerity, we have prepared a small gift: a top-grade divine essence crystal. We wish the Dragon Clan and the Holy Kingdom of High Tower to be forever allied and jointly punish the traitor Lin Mo."

Lin Mo held the letter in his hand, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

He was still hesitant about whether or not to replace the Dragon Emperor.

It wasn't that he was soft-hearted or afraid of trouble; the old bastard Hong Lü turned on him even faster than he expected, so he was determined to kill Hong Lü.

But he had been calculating something else all along.

How many experience points would it take to kill all of the many dragons in the Dragon Clan?

But now, seeing this letter, he suddenly felt that directly slaying the dragon would be too wasteful.

The Vatican wants to form an alliance with Honglu.

Saint Zefa personally stamped the document, and a divine essence crystal has been sent out.

This is a top-quality item that even he couldn't find in the underground secret room of Shenglin Village.

Hong Lü sent out invitations to all corners of the world. The coronation ceremony was just around the corner, and envoys from all races gathered in the Dragon Domain. The eyes of the entire continent were fixed on that Dragon City.

What does this mean?

This means that now is the best time to strike.

"We need to tell them to prepare more congratulatory gifts."