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

The situation on the mainland has caused an uproar.

The news originated from the capital of the human empire and spread in all directions along official roads, post stations, caravans, and mercenary guilds.

The elves were the first to receive the news.

In the council hall of the Elf King's City, Aize read the message aloud in front of more than twenty elders, then raised his emerald green eyes and swept them over the elders present.

"The Human Empire is about to attack the Holy Kingdom of the Tower. Lin Mo's meaning is very clear: this is not a war between nations, but a purge of the Holy See. What do you think?"

The eldest elder was the first to stand up, still holding a teacup in his hand. The tea in the cup spilled all over the table because he stood up too abruptly.

He slammed his teacup on the table, his aged voice echoing through the council chamber.

"The Elf race needs no discussion. Lin Mo brought the entire Star Elf race back from the moon. The Elf race can never repay this debt of gratitude. Anyone with objections, speak now. If you don't speak, it will be considered a unanimous vote."

None of the elders spoke.

Seeing this, Erin nodded in satisfaction and said only three words: "Send troops."

The Star Elf couple exchanged a gentle smile and said, "We Star Elves will also send troops."

……

When the dwarf king Ironheart received the message, he was in the Ironforge's forge hall, staring at a half-finished alloy piece, deep in thought.

The alloy was good; the ratio of mithril to black iron was perfect, but he always felt something was missing.

That one tiny difference kept him stuck at the peak level of 99 for a full ten years.

When the messenger handed him the battle report, he didn't immediately express his opinion after reading it. Instead, he subconsciously looked up at the dome of the forging hall.

Above the dome were layers of rock dozens of feet thick, but his gaze seemed to pierce through the rock and the sky, landing directly on the rainbow-colored crack that stretched across the clouds.

The Secret Realm of Laws.

The gods themselves said that anyone can go in.

He's currently at level 99, just one step away from becoming a demigod. If he goes in and tries his luck, he might just be able to reach that threshold.

boom!

Suddenly, a heavy fist slammed into the back of his head, knocking him off the stool and causing him to stumble forward.

Tie Xin clutched the back of his head and whirled around, about to unleash a torrent of curses, when he saw a face that was older and more hardened than his own.

The previous dwarf king, Tie Mo.

"Are you stupid?! You really want to go and pave the way for others?"

Tie Xin rubbed the back of his head, his lips moved twice, and his tone was noticeably softer than before.

"Father, I didn't say I definitely wouldn't help..."

"Three thousand years."

Tie Mo plopped down on the forging table, his heavy body causing the iron frame to creak.

He held up three rough fingers and waved them in front of Tie Xin.

"The ascension deception has been going on for three thousand years, starting from the time of the Iron Crack Ancestor. How many people has the God Realm deceived? Of those demigods who were guided to the God Realm, has any of them ever returned? Now Lin Mo has exposed the truth in front of the entire continent."

"Ascension is refinement, refinement is culminating in death. That rift was left for Lin Mo by the gods, clearly intended for him to enter. You? You can't even withstand a single punch from Lin Mo, what are you going in for? To become snacks for those imprisoned old monsters inside?"

Tie Xin shrank back, his lips moved for a long time, and finally he only managed to squeeze out one sentence: "Fine, I'll send troops."

……

The vampires reacted more decisively than the dwarves.

After returning to Blood Castle, Dracula IV locked himself in his study for an entire day.

The next morning, he opened the door and said only two sentences to the vampire elders guarding the door.

The first sentence is "The vampires are sending troops."

The second line is, "Whoever doesn't go, I'll bite them to death."

Although he lost all face in the Elf Forest, he didn't lose his mind.

He witnessed Lin Mo smash through the moon, witnessed Lin Mo line up to kill demigods, and witnessed gods trembling at Lin Mo's words.

If Lin Mo wins this battle, the vampires will benefit; if Lin Mo loses...

Dracula recalled the corpses of the eight demigod dragons and decided that he shouldn't worry about what would happen if Lin Mo lost.

……

After returning to his tribe, the orc Sag did not hold a meeting or discuss any matters. Instead, he drew a circle of totems on the ground with his bone staff in front of the campfire in the tribe's square.

Then he called all the shamans and warriors of the tribe to the campfire, pointed to the blue-green flames dancing in the totem circle, and asked a question in his sandpaper-like hoarse voice.

"Our ancestors said...do you believe them?"

No one dared to disbelieve it.

……

The Goblin Kingdom.

Upon receiving the news, Golden Tooth Gru convened a general meeting of the Chamber of Commerce that very night.

The meeting had only one theme.

Investment in pre-war material procurement and post-war reconstruction markets

The goblins had been plotting all night.

The combined forces of the Human Empire, Elves, Dwarves, Vampires, and Orcs are estimated to exceed 500,000, and their logistical supply chain is larger than the sum of all mercenary wars of the past century.

After the war... after the destruction of the Papacy, the church assets, land, minerals, and holy light enchantment patents of the Holy Tower Kingdom were all juicy pieces of meat waiting to be divided up.

"Regardless of who wins this battle, the Goblin Merchant Guild must become the largest logistics supplier."

At the meeting, Goldtooth Gru tapped the table with his abacus, his two small eyes gleaming with cunning.

Passed unanimously.

……

As for the minor races whose demigods died in the Elf Forest, they were also stirring with restlessness.

Logically speaking, since their demigod died at Lin Mo's hands, they should be irreconcilable enemies with Lin Mo.

But their reaction was surprisingly indifferent.

Their demigod is dead, but what they care about most is not revenge, but a more practical problem: nobody cares that Lin Mo killed their demigod.

After all, these demigods were bound by the lie of ascension and rarely showed themselves. As soon as it was announced that Lin Mo was the Demon King, they rushed off to their deaths.

As a result, most people in the tribe did not know who their demigod was.

In other words, those demigods died in vain, without demonstrating any value whatsoever.

The only way to make the deaths of those demigods worthwhile is to send troops.

If they follow Lin Mo to fight the Holy Kingdom of the Tower and win, their demigods will at least be considered to have "sacrificed themselves to overthrow the tyranny of the Church," and that will be recorded in their family tree.

Even if we lose, at least we've chosen sides, so we won't be held accountable by Lin Mo, that killing god.

"Anyway, if we don't send troops, we'll just be waiting to die. If we do send troops, at least we can still get a share of the spoils."

This is a sentence spoken by the king of a small country in a conference room.

In fact, the most critical pressure for them comes from the people.

The hatred of the people across the continent towards the Holy See never subsided after the trial in Holy Village. The images of the infant experiments were repeatedly played by the photographic crystal, and everyone who had seen them was waiting for this day.

Now that Lin Mo has publicly declared war, if any of the kings of the various tribes dare to utter a single word of dissent, the palace gates will be completely surrounded by angry crowds tomorrow.

Thus, calls for battle flew from every corner of the continent to the capital of the human empire like snowflakes.

The Elven tribe's declaration of war was made from the bark of the Ancient Tree of Life, and the surface of the declaration was branded with three marks: the sun, the moon, and the stars.

The dwarves' call to arms was engraved directly on an iron plate, signed by the father and son, Tie Xin and Tie Mo.

The vampires' call to arms was written on blood bat skin, in dark red ancient vampire script.

The orcs' call to arms was a bone fragment engraved with totem patterns, sealed in an animal skin bag.

The goblin tribe's petition for battle was the thickest, as thick as an account book, filled with a detailed list of supplies and prices that the goblin merchant guild could provide.

The quotation field was empty. On the last page, Goldtooth Gru added a note: "Your Majesty may fill in as much as you wish."

……

Late at night, in the royal palace.

Lin Mo stood by the window of his bedchamber, where the multicolored light of the laws replaced the moonlight.

He looked up at the crack, his gaze calm.

He remembered every single word of Gao Yang's last words before he left.

"I still have a chance to see my sister. You'll never have a chance to go home."

Lin Mo took a deep breath and asked himself, "Could I, in my current state, defeat a god who has lived for at least 3000 years?"

"What's wrong? Lost in thought?"

Yin Xue's voice suddenly came from behind.

Lin Mo didn't turn around, he just nodded.

"Um."

Yin Xue sighed.

She flew to his side and looked out the window with him at the rainbow-colored crack.

She could sense Lin Mo's current agitation and resentment through their soul connection.

"You're overthinking things. Would you like to see your mother one more time?"