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

The curtain fell completely, and the scene of the Dragon Emperor's Palace came into view once again.

The holy light from the dome remained bright, but the scene inside the hall could no longer be described as a "battle".

Mianmian was lying on the edge of the conference table, her mouth wide open, and a terrifying suction force swept through the entire hall.

The elders of the Golden Dragon Clan gripped the floor tightly with both hands.

His fingers carved ten deep furrows into the obsidian floor tiles.

It let out a distorted scream, shouting "Help me!"

Including the already vanished Burning Heaven and the other three elders, there are now four fewer Golden Dragon Elders present.

Alduin's head was half-floating on the tip of the Black Dragon Spear. Upon seeing this, the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

He wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat.

Birds of a feather flock together, so a freak's pet is naturally a freak too, which is illogical, but it makes perfect sense in the case of that human who possesses ten times the power of a dragon at level 80-something.

Yin Xue was the first to notice Lin Mo's return. She was sitting on the back of an overturned chair, eating sunflower seeds that she had somehow gotten her hands on, with a small pile of shells already at her feet.

Upon seeing Lin Mo, its eyes lit up. It patted the debris off its hands, then flapped its wings and came to Lin Mo.

"That's pretty fast."

"good."

Then Lin Mo changed the subject, "I want to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"About that arena..."

The two then started chatting, ignoring the Golden Dragon Elders' pleas for mercy.

Lin Mo briefly recounted what Alduin had said behind the curtain.

Especially regarding that arena.

After all, this thing is a bit strange no matter how you look at it, so it's safer to ask Yin Xue first.

After listening, Yin Xue rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"That thing should also be a kind of talent, but its previous owners were not qualified for it to recognize a master, so it could only find the next host through this 'passive transfer' method. Who knows? Talents and abilities are all kinds of strange, and the activation conditions of many talents are even more outrageous than this. Maybe it's just special."

Lin Mo nodded to himself.

Anyway, one-on-one deathmatch and tenfold power amplification—this talent is indeed formidable.

Thinking this, Lin Mo waved to A Jin.

Ajin strode over and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty."

Lin Mo handed the Black Dragon Spear to him.

The ghostly image of Alduin reappeared on the gun, much fainter now, and was peeking out half of its blurry face from the tip of the gun in a flattering manner.

"Take this, and you will be the Dragon Emperor from now on."

A Jin's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the divine artifact that represented the supreme heritage of the dragon race, then at Lin Mo's face, without immediately reaching out to take it.

His fingers trembled slightly.

From the day he became a Golden Dragon Warrior, he knew that his mission was to serve the Golden Dragon Clan to the death. He never thought that one day he could sit on that dragon throne, and he was not even sure whether his expression was excited or fearful.

"What? You want me to beg you?"

Lin Mo's voice rang out again.

Ajin was startled; "I wouldn't dare."

Having said that, he took the Black Dragon Spear with both hands, his movements even more careful than when he usually held a sword, afraid of bumping or knocking the divine weapon, and also afraid that he would lose his grip and drop it.

He looked down at the dark golden light flowing across the gun, his lips moving several times before he finally made a sound.

"Your Majesty, it hasn't been that long... and I've already become the Dragon Emperor?"

At that moment, Auduin emerged from the tip of the spear.

After shedding Hong Lü's half-crippled body, his arrogance visibly recovered by 70-80%. His phantom stood on the tip of the spear, his two smoke-like arms crossed over his waist, and his chin slightly raised, as if he had regained the demeanor of a true dragon god.

"Hmm, I have been observing you for a long time. You have extraordinary bones and exceptional talent. With my assistance, you will surely become a Dragon Emperor."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow at his expression: "I almost forgot something."

Auduin turned his head, his tone still carrying the lingering echo of his earlier boasting, completely unaware of the danger.

"Your Majesty, what is it? I will certainly do my best to serve you."

Lin Mo did not answer.

He reached out, pinched the two sides of the prismatic crystal at the very tip of the Black Dragon Spear with his index finger and thumb, and gently snapped it open—bang!

The sharpest part of the spear tip snapped off instantly, and a wisp of dark golden soul mist emerged from the crack.

Auduin's smile froze instantly.

"Your Majesty! What are you doing! I have sworn allegiance to you! Show mercy!"

Lin Mo did not stop.

A powerful suction force erupted from his black sword, penetrating the gun shaft through the narrow slit.

The layer of dark golden soul mist wrapped around the Black Dragon Spear was peeled off one by one.

The soul mist was torn into countless thin strands.

Each wisp of smoke emitted a faint hissing sound as it was absorbed into the black sword.

This was accompanied by Auduin's increasingly piercing screams.

Alduin's phantom struggled desperately on the tip of the gun, his two smoky arms trying to grab the barrel and climb back.

However, the soul mist on the gun barrel was also constantly peeling off under Lin Mo's suction. The more he grabbed, the further it slid down, and the outline of the phantom became more and more blurred. The facial features that could still be seen gradually merged into a gray mist that could not be identified.

Yin Xuefei flew over, glanced at it, and pursed his lips.

"Serves you right for being so talkative. You should have just played dead."

Until the Alduin's soul mist on the gun had thinned to the point that only a faint, almost imperceptible, dark golden light remained.

Lin Mo withdrew his hand and handed the Black Dragon Spear back to A Jin.

"I absorbed ninety percent of his remaining soul power, so now I don't have to worry about him betraying me."

A Jin took the Black Dragon Spear with both hands. The power fluctuations on the spear were so weak that they were almost imperceptible, but they hadn't dissipated.

Auduin's last remaining soul was still alive, but that was all.

Forget betrayal, he couldn't even possess someone again.

His only role now is to reappear in the form of the former Dragon God to support Akin.

Ajin knelt on one knee, his golden scales striking the obsidian floor tiles with a clear, crisp sound.

"Thank you for your high expectations, Your Majesty."

Lin Mo nodded: "In that case, let's hurry up."

"When?"

Ajin was taken aback.

Lin Mo looked at him speechlessly, his gaze exactly the same as whenever Yin Xue acted foolishly.

"Write to all the countries and ask them to bring more good things to their coronation ceremonies in three days."