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

Upon hearing this purpose, Lin Mo and Yin Xue were both taken aback.

To transfer energy to the monsters on the continent, accelerating the appearance of the Beast King.

"Go on."

Lin Mo's voice turned cold.

Instead of loosening his grip on the envoy's chin, his fingers tightened, his knuckles turning slightly white.

The divine messenger swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing several times under the pressure of the black sword's blade.

"Normally, we use this piping system to store the spiritual energy of the Star Spirits. When a new Demon King appears on the continent, we release it, releasing the sealed spiritual energy at a specific frequency, which is then radiated to every corner of the continent by the moonlight."

He paused, took a breath, and spoke in a lower and lower voice.

"Elves are the most emotional race, so monsters covered by moonlight will experience greater emotional fluctuations and have a higher probability of breaking through their bottlenecks to become Beast Kings."

Yin Xue frowned.

No wonder.

Her voice lacked its usual playfulness, replaced by a cold calm.

"Every time a new Demon King appears on the continent, the number of Beast Kings also increases, and the speed at which monsters level up will be significantly faster. I used to think that the aura of the Demon King stimulated the territorial instincts of the monsters, causing them to accelerate their competition and devour each other, which led to the Beast King tide. It turns out that it was the gods who were controlling it."

"But why are you doing this?"

Yin Xue flew to the divine messenger, his scarlet eyes fixed on him.

The messenger's lips trembled, as if he didn't want to answer the question.

Lin Mo pushed his sword forward an inch, the tip piercing the skin, and a line of blood slowly trickled down the envoy's neck, soaking the stand-up collar of his white robe.

"It's to help the heroes level up faster."

The messenger spoke these words with his eyes closed, his voice filled with a sense of despair, as if he had given up entirely.

"The birth of the Demon King is an opportunity. The gods say that the stronger the Demon King, the more motivated the heroes will be to defeat him. But the Demon King alone is not enough. Heroes need enough whetstones to grow. The Beast King is the best whetstone. It is difficult enough, and the experience points are plentiful enough. Moreover, unlike the Demon King, it cannot run away or fight back. Each wave of Beast Kings will give rise to a new batch of high-level heroes. The heroes kill the Beast Kings to obtain their essence and improve their strength. Only then are they qualified to challenge the Demon King. After successfully challenging him, they will be defeated by the next batch of heroes. This is the cycle designed by the gods. The Demon King, the Beast King, and the heroes check and balance each other and promote each other, forming a never-ending upgrade system."

The hall was quiet for a moment.

It was so quiet that you could hear the faint rustling sound of mental energy flowing through the transparent pipes on the wall.

A series of images flashed through Lin Mo's mind.

In the church of Ancient Wood City, Father Lind said, "Congratulations on being chosen by the Holy Ancient Empire to become the hero who will save the world."

The magic circle that summoned him was left behind by the gods. Heroic summoning, Holy Armor of Light, papal control, monster slaying.

This whole thing is a closed loop from beginning to end.

Summon heroes, distribute weapons, and send them to fight monsters to level up. After leveling up, they fight the Demon King. After defeating the Demon King, the next wave of Beast Kings is triggered, and the Beast Kings wave gives birth to the next batch of heroes.

It goes on and on, never stopping.

However, Lin Mo couldn't be sure what the god's purpose was in doing this.

He made no comment, but simply moved the sword away from the messenger's throat by half an inch.

Just then, a series of footsteps echoed from the depths of the corridor.

That was the sound of a dozen pairs of boots hitting the rocky ground at the same time, accompanied by urgent shouts and the clang of weapons being drawn.

At the only entrance to the hall, a dozen figures dressed in white robes surged in from the end of the corridor, each holding a spear or a holy sword, with the same holy cross emblem embroidered on their chests as the divine messenger.

They had obviously heard the commotion and came to help.

Lin Mo did not turn around.

He looked up at the two thickest transparent pipes on the dome of the hall.

These two pipes are several times thicker than the other pipes on the wall, with a diameter as thick as a thigh.

The internal spiritual energy radiance was also the most intense, presenting a deep, almost liquefied, bright blue.

The pipes extend down from both sides of the dome, separating from the other pipes and leading to separate corridors deeper inside.

Where do these two pipes lead?

The messenger's eyes flickered, and his lips moved several times, but he only managed to utter a few muffled sobs.

He clearly didn't want to say that the answer to this question seemed more important than everything he had explained from beginning to end.

Lin Mo turned her head and glanced at him.

He didn't draw his sword, didn't pinch his chin, didn't make any other move, he just glanced at him.

The messenger's pupils contracted sharply, and the color drained from his face in an instant.

"It's...it's the Star Elf King and Queen!"

The messenger's voice was so sharp it cracked, and he spoke so fast it was almost inaudible.

"Their mental strength is several times stronger than that of ordinary star elves. They are kept in a separate suite with dedicated piping! They have been imprisoned there since the gods established this base."

Lin Mo turned his head to look at Yin Xue.

"How about we go take a look?"

Yin Xue did not answer immediately.

She was looking at the rows of transparent pipes on the wall of the hall, through which flowed the spiritual energy that the Star Elf race had been exploited for thousands of years.

The pointed-eared figures sleeping on the stone slabs overlapped for a moment with a vague fragment from the depths of her memory.

Then she took a deep breath, and her body swayed slightly in the air.

A crimson light swept across her silhouette, and her petite figure rapidly grew taller and stretched in the scarlet light. Demon wings unfurled from her back, several times larger than before, each wing bone gleaming with a dark red metallic sheen.

Her full head of red hair cascaded down to her waist, and her tight leather outfit accentuated her long, powerful curves.

She landed on the ground, her tall figure standing beside Lin Mo. She lowered her head and clenched her slender fingers, then looked up at the two thick pipes leading deep inside.

"Hmm. I have a feeling there are still many secrets here."

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze and then crushed the head of the divine messenger.

The movements were clean and swift, without warning or premonition.

His five fingers tightened suddenly, and more than 1.25 million points of physical strength were concentrated in his palm in an instant. The envoy's head exploded with a muffled crack.

The body fell limply to the ground, and the blood gushing from the severed neck quickly formed a small puddle on the ground.

Lin Mo shook the blood off his hands, turned around, and faced the dozen or so white-robed figures rushing towards him.

The sound of the sword being drawn echoed long and drawn-out in the empty hall.

Then he walked toward them.

Yin Xue also gazed at the divine messengers with a low gaze, her body slowly floating, blood-red energy swirling around her.

Mianmian peeked out from Lin Mo's collar, her big, dark eyes glancing at the dozen or so white-robed divine envoys rushing towards them, then at Lin Mo's expressionless profile, before stretching her eight short legs crisply in the air.

Then she jumped out from under her collar, her small body swelling in mid-air.

The palm-sized ball of fur swelled to several meters in size in an instant, and its eight jet-black spider legs crashed to the ground.

Every bristle on the spider's legs gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen under the white light of the hall.

The three decided to venture to the deepest part and uncover all the secrets there.