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

The two angels were both taken aback when they heard Lin Mo's words.

There was no mockery, no anger; the one on the left simply raised his chin slightly and spoke in that hollow, calm tone.

"Because we are angels, demigods summoned by the divine, our strength is on a completely different level from yours."

"Prepare for trial, Lin Mo."

Another angel chimed in, his tone perfectly matching his companion's, even down to the rhythm of his phrasing.

"In the name of the gods."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo's calm voice rang out behind him.

"Is that so?"

Lin Mo then put a hand on his shoulder.

The angel turned around abruptly, about to do something, but a searing, tearing sensation exploded within him.

It's not a flame that burns in from the outside; it's a flame that ignites simultaneously from the five internal organs, from the depths of the bones, and from the core of the soul.

His body froze on the spot, and the Holy Light Spear fell from his hand, turning into specks of light and dissipating before it even hit the ground.

The seed of the apocalyptic fire had already been planted within him.

The angel's skin turned from pure white to dark red, and cracks spread from his chest to his limbs, each crack radiating intense golden fire.

His mouth opened and closed, and a few broken syllables escaped his throat: "This...this is the Fire of Doomsday! How could you possibly control it!"

Lin Mo released his hand from his shoulder, his tone indifferent.

"You frog in a well, you should stay in the realm of gods and keep your limited perspective. I'll give you a ride."

The angel suddenly broke free from Lin Mo's grasp and staggered back two steps.

His hands flailed in the air, holy light flickering intermittently at his fingertips, as if trying to coalesce into something.

Perhaps it's a barrier, a spear, or a shield of holy light that can give him a few more seconds to live.

But the fire of doomsday had already burned through his body from the inside, and his holy light, which had just lit up in his palm, was swallowed by the flames.

He turned around and extended his hand to his companion.

"Help...help me!"

His mouth was wide open, but no sound came out of his throat.

The raging fire burned his vocal cords, his internal organs, and every inch of his still-movable muscles.

The hand that reached out to its companion charred in mid-air, its five fingers turning into grayish-white powder that drifted into the air of the corridor.

The soul was extracted from the collapsed body, and the eerie light on the black sword shone slightly.

The angel's body completely collapsed, turning into a pile of ashes that fell to the ground.

Only then did Lin Mo turn around, the tip of his black sword pointing at the remaining angel: "Your turn."

The angel took a step back.

His feet rustled softly as he stepped on his companion's ashes.

An expression finally appeared on that perfect face—an expression of fear.

A demigod-level angel who has served the gods for a thousand years is afraid when faced with a human who is not even a demigod.

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing under his hood, and his voice unconsciously rose several octaves.

"This...this is impossible. How could you possibly have such power..."

His biggest regret now is that he used his instant-death skill on the Star Elf couple.

If that fatal shot had hit Lin Mo, the outcome would have been completely different.

But the cooldown of the instant-death skill is too long... it seems to be longer than his life.

He wasn't sure if Lin Mo could use the Doomsday Flame a second time, but he didn't want to risk his life.

Seeing Lin Mo approaching, he no longer hesitated: "I'll let you off the hook today."

As soon as he finished speaking, a magic circle suddenly unfolded around him, and dark purple patterns rapidly spread across the ground and walls.

Each line was precisely embedded between the gaps in the transparent pipes on the wall.

The magic circle expanded extremely quickly, covering the entire cross-section of the corridor in an instant.

Light streamed from the cracks in the floor tiles, turning the corridor into a dark purple world.

Yin Xue recognized the runic structure of the magic circle, and his scarlet pupils suddenly contracted: "This is a teleportation array of the Star Elf race! He's going to send us back to the mainland!"

Lin Mo frowned, and his sword was already thrust out.

The black sword's blade tore through the air at a speed so fast that even the angels' senses could not detect it.

But the moment the sword pierced the light barrier of the magic array, the array's light erupted completely.

A dark purple light curtain rose from the ground, engulfing the corpses of Lin Mo, Yin Xue, Mian Mian, and the Star Elf couple.

Lin Mo's sword was less than three inches away from the angel's chest, but those three inches were severed by the spatial laws of the teleportation array.

After the light faded, only the angel remained in the corridor.

The angel leaned against the wall, its three-meter-tall figure sliding halfway down the base of the wall, and the golden halo above its head spun half a circle before completely dimming.

He looked down at the grayish-white ashes on the ground, then at the spot where Lin Mo had disappeared, his lips still trembling slightly.

The corridor was so quiet that only his own panting and the rustling sound of residual spiritual energy flowing in the broken pipes on the walls could be heard.

"Lin Mo has actually mastered the Doomsday Flame... This matter must be reported to the Gods."

……

The gods descend upon the continent.

An image was simultaneously transmitted from the Holy Kingdom of the Tower to every corner of the continent.

In the light screen, a bishop wearing a triple crown stands in front of the central sanctuary of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

Unfurling a scroll radiating a pale golden light, the voice was steady and solemn as he read it aloud, word by word:

"By the decree of the divine, human Lin Mo slaughtered the royal family of the Holy Ancient Empire, usurped the throne, and overturned the continent's thousand-year-old order. He released the thirty-third Demon King Yin Xue, colluded with the Demon King, and slaughtered the divine envoys..."

One by one, Lin Mo's crimes were read out. Finally, the bishop paused for a moment and raised the edict high.

"From this moment forward, Lin Mo is officially convicted as the thirty-fourth generation Demon King. All believers, all races, and all demigods across the continent have the obligation to defeat him. Whoever kills Demon King Lin Mo will be personally guided by the gods to ascend to the divine realm."

The light curtain dimmed.

The mainland was in an uproar.

However, the direction of the uproar was not quite what the church had anticipated.

In a tavern in a remote border town of the Human Empire, a mercenary slammed his glass on the table: "Here we go again. Last time you said Lin Mo forged the video, and what happened? The baby experiment was real, the entire continent saw the recording crystal, and now you're saying Lin Mo is a demon king—have you even cleaned your own mess yet?"

A middle-aged man who looked like a businessman chimed in, "That's right. If Lin Mo hadn't exposed the dirty secrets of the Vatican, we would still be kept in the dark."

A brave soul peeked out from the corner: "Whoever wants to go can go. Why mess with that killer star if you have nothing better to do?"

……

In the city of Iron Mountain, a shirtless old dwarf who was forging iron put his hammer on the anvil and wiped his sweat.

"I see now. Whoever the gods want to kill, they label as the Demon King. How many years has this tactic been used? Back then, Tie Lie was also convicted of being the Demon King in the same way, wasn't he?"

Public opinion was almost unanimously in favor of Lin Mo.

The reputation of the Papacy had rotted to the core after the trial at St. Advent.

This time, the condemnation of the demon king did not incite public outrage; instead, it made more people begin to doubt the motives of the gods themselves.

But the mainland is not only home to ordinary people.

Deep within the Dragon Realm, eight colossal dragons coiled in a secret chamber slowly opened their eyes.

"As expected, this day has finally come."

"His actions were not unexpected. From the day I slaughtered the arena, I knew this day would come sooner or later."

"Slaying the Demon King allows us to ascend directly to the realm of gods and achieve immortality. Isn't that what we've been waiting for all this time?"

Upon hearing this, the other dragons fell silent for a long while.

The last golden dragon spoke calmly: "Let's go, it's time to show the continent the true power of the dragon race."

……

Deep in the wasteland, a migrating orc tribe suddenly stopped.

The elderly shaman at the front of the procession planted his bone staff into the ground, closed his eyes to sense it for a moment, then opened them, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"Lin Mo is in the Elf Forest. The news of the Demon King's condemnation has spread throughout the entire continent. Those old folks who have been in seclusion for hundreds of years are probably getting restless. Let's go and see. If there really is an opportunity to ascend to the God Realm, the Orcs cannot miss it."

……

Blood Fortress.

An ancient coffin slowly opened.

"A new demon king has appeared; ascension to the divine realm is today."

……

Similar dialogues were playing out simultaneously across the mainland. Those ancient monsters who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years all put down what they were doing and headed in the same direction.

The Forest of Elves.

They planned to kill Lin Mo before he grew stronger, so they could ascend to the realm of gods.