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

The dwarven heavy infantry were the first to arrive.

Tie Xin stood on a low, barren hill, slammed his warhammer into the ground, and squinted at the fortress in the distance, which was enveloped in golden light.

"The Holy Light Array, the Pope's creation, is as hard to break as a tortoise shell."

"The one in the inner White Tower City is the real trouble; it's a magic array set up by the gods themselves."

"Is there a way to break this?"

The sound of orc war drums came from the flank. Sag, leaning on his bone staff, walked up the hill, followed by several orc warriors carrying giant war drums.

He glanced at the thick layer of holy light over Worsterburg, then at the pure white pillar of light over White Tower City in the distance, his brows furrowing.

"I don't know, but I brought the dwarven's most elite array masters this time, so they should have a solution."

As soon as Tie Xin finished speaking, a lazy voice came from the vampire formation.

"How many elite array masters could break through the array left by the gods?"

Dracula floated above the vampire array, his outstretched bat wings gleaming with a dark red light in the sunlight.

He spoke lightly, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

"No one on this continent has yet been born who can directly confront a divine array. Of all the people here, the only one who might be able to do so is Lin Mo."

Everyone remained silent.

Just as Tie Xin was about to say something to ease the atmosphere that had been suppressed by the old vampire's words, a golden light suddenly appeared on the horizon.

The golden light slowly rose from the horizon, initially just a thin golden line, then it grew wider and brighter, eventually spreading out into a flowing golden ocean at the edge of the wasteland.

The Elven army has arrived.

But the one leading the way was not the regular elven legion led by Azer.

Instead, it was an army clad in golden armor.

The armor's surface was covered with lava patterns that shared the same origin as the Sunbow, each pattern radiating a blazing white light under the sunlight.

Their helmets covered their faces, revealing only pairs of eyes burning with pale golden flames.

"This is... the Spear of the Blazing Sun!"

"The elves have brought out their entire fortune!"

"This momentum... no wonder it's recognized as the strongest legion on the mainland."

……

Sag gripped the bone staff tightly, and the totem patterns on the staff lit up uncontrollably.

"A legend from three thousand years ago... and I've actually witnessed it with my own eyes today. The elves are getting serious."

But Tie Xin's gaze was no longer on the Spear of the Blazing Sun.

He stared at the side of the Spear of Blazing Sun, his pupils shrinking smaller and smaller.

There was a legion of completely different colors, slowly cutting in from the flank and rear of the elven marching column.

They wore pure black armor, so black it looked as if the night sky had been crushed and painted onto it. The armor had no metallic luster, only countless fine star patterns flickering in the darkness.

Tie Xin murmured, "Star Guardians...this is the Star Elves' ace legion."

Sager nodded slightly: "Ancient records state that every soldier of the Star Guardians is a master of formations, one in a thousand. Their black armor can absorb all law attacks and analyze them in reverse."

He paused, his crimson eyes slowly shifting away from the black legion's formation.

Looking towards the two soul figures walking side by side at the forefront of the elven formation.

The souls of the Star Elf King and Queen.

"I never thought I'd see this legion again in my lifetime. The Star Elves didn't disappear; they were imprisoned by the gods. Now they're back—and their elite legion is back with them."

Before his thoughts could even settle, a deep and resonant sound of ocean waves came from the edge of the wasteland.

The sound was initially very distant, like waves crashing on the sea surface as the wind swept across it, but in an instant it grew closer and louder, finally creating a visible ring of aquamarine ripples in the air.

Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound, and then gasped in unison.

The merfolk army came riding on the waves.

That wasn't a magical illusion of mist; it was real seawater.

A towering, azure wave, several meters high, was advancing across the wasteland at an incredible speed, its crest filled with merfolk warriors.

Each of their fishtails was encased in a layer of flowing water elemental armor.

The scales reflect every color from indigo to turquoise in the sunlight.

Degula pointed to the waves surging across the wasteland, his lips moving for a long time.

"They even moved the sea here?! This wasteland is at least two thousand miles from the nearest ocean! Two thousand miles! They moved the entire sea here?! When did the merfolk acquire this level of military capability?"

"That should be it."

Golden Tooth Gru rode on his ponies, no longer using the abacus.

Two small eyes gazed at the ever-growing array of gold, black, blue, and blood-red flags in the Allied ranks, and uttered a sigh.

"Elves, dwarves, vampires, merfolk... all the major races on the continent are here. Even the Demon Kings of all time didn't have this kind of entourage."

Before he could finish speaking, a dragon's roar exploded from the sky.

That wasn't a single dragon roar, but hundreds of dragon roars superimposed at the same moment.

The clouds were cleaved by dragon wings, the sky was covered by dragon scales, and hundreds of giant dragons swooped down from above the clouds, in gold, red, blue, black, and fiery colors.

Every branch of the dragon race has arrived.

Leading the group was Dragon Emperor Ajin, who spread his enormous wings, a trait unique to hybrid golden dragons, the tips of which drew two golden arcs in the sunlight.

He held the Black Dragon Spear in his hand, its tip pointing directly at the fortress shrouded in holy light ahead.

Hundreds of giant dragons followed behind him, their wings blotting out the sun and slicing the midday sunlight into countless fine beams that dappled the wasteland.

Goldtooth Gru swallowed.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves rang out.

A hoofprint.

A heavy, steady rhythm, carrying a chill that ran down your spine, came from the direction of the human empire's army.

Everyone turned to look.

Lin Mo rode a red warhorse.

He was still wearing that black robe with gold trim, a black sword hanging on the side of the saddle, holding the reins in one hand, staring blankly ahead.

Behind him was a vast array of ghostly armies, their shadows gleaming with a ghostly blue light in the sunlight, heavy and oppressive.

If the previous legions merely shocked people, this army silenced them.

It's that oppressive feeling of being pressed down by an invisible aura, making you unconsciously slow down your breathing.

Lin Mo's gaze was fixed on Stetburg, which was shrouded in holy light.

He ignored the crowd and simply walked past them, holding the reins.

Is this arrogance?

That's right, it's arrogance!

But no one dared to say a word against it; instead, they all stepped aside and made way for Lin Mo.

The king, the general, the soldiers, and even the demigods—no one uttered a single word at this moment.

Lin Mo rode his horse through the crowd, facing Stetburgh alone.

On the city wall, the cloak of the defending general shone brightly in the golden light of the holy light array.

He braced himself against the battlements with both hands.

He looked down at the black-robed figure riding towards him in the allied ranks.

Some people in the coalition ranks began to whisper among themselves.

"They've got guts not to run away."

"This guy may not be very strong, but he certainly has some backbone."

"To be able to face 500,000 allied troops without flinching, this general is indeed a man of courage."

……

Before he could finish speaking, the general guarding the city wall suddenly shouted, his voice rolling down the wall and echoing across the wasteland.

"Lin Mo! There's a teleportation array right beneath my feet! The Pope asked me to deliver a message to you... The majesty of the gods cannot be insulted! And you won't make us admit defeat!"

After shouting those words, he turned around abruptly, grabbed the collar of the soldier next to him, and his voice, though low, cracked due to extreme tension.

"Quick! Activate the teleportation array! Quick!!"

The soldier was pulled so hard he stumbled and scrambled toward the teleportation array, frantically pouring magic into its core.

The city's general had already stepped one foot into the array's pattern range, and the array's light was illuminating, while half of his body began to blur.

But he suddenly felt a chill creep up his spine.

It felt like he was being targeted by something, like prey catching the scent of a predator in the grass. He turned around abruptly.

He saw Lin Mo raise the black sword.

Lin Mo held the jet-black longsword above his head with one hand, its tip aimed at Steinburg, and also at him.

There are no special moves or charging actions; it's just the purest and most direct way of raising the sword.

But as soon as the sword was raised, the world suddenly turned into black and white.

The sky, the wasteland, the golden light shield of the Holy Light Array, and the colorful flags in the Allied Forces' ranks all vanished, leaving only a frozen black and white expanse.

It's as if someone has crammed the whole world into a black and white photograph.

In this black and white world, only a very thin red line flew out from the tip of the black sword.

"Wait! Lin Mo! Didn't you say you were fighting for justice? There are still civilians in this city! You…"

The general's voice boomed from the city wall, this time devoid of his previous arrogance and composure, replaced only by fear.

boom!

The sound came from behind.

The thin red line landed on the Holy Light Array of Stetburg. The array's laws and patterns twisted, deformed, and collapsed the moment they made contact, before being neatly cut in half.

It's like a knife cutting through a thin layer of gauze.

The thin red line continued its trajectory after piercing the light shield, landing right in the center of Stetburgh's city wall.

They cut open the battlements made of white boulders.

They cut open the barracks behind the city wall.

The entire city was vertically split in two from the very center.

Then the explosion happened.

The energy imbalance caused by the severed holy light array triggered a secondary explosion.

A golden shockwave, carrying rubble from the city wall that had been cut in two, surged in all directions, and the entire Stetburgh slowly collapsed to both sides along the trajectory of that thin red line.

Countless boulders broke off from the fractured city wall and crashed into the streets below, crushing the buildings into dust.

The dust settled.

Strasbourg, gone.

This towering holy kingdom has been operating this border fortress for over a thousand years; this impregnable fortress, shrouded in holy light for over a thousand years, has never been breached.

One sword, and it's over.

The upper body of the defending general lay at the very top of the ruins.

The lower half of his body had been teleported to some unknown place along with the teleportation array.

He lay amidst the rubble, no longer breathing.

The teleportation array only transported his lower body.

In the allied ranks, everyone's eyes widened simultaneously.

Ironheart's warhammer really slipped from his hand and hit the top of his foot, but he didn't feel any pain.

"One...one sword! One sword cut the city in two?"

"That's not all! There was also the Holy Light Array! That was a Holy Light Array! Even a level 90+ expert would have a hard time breaking it, yet he cleaved the entire array and the city in two with a single sword strike!"

"Did you guys see that sword strike clearly just now? I didn't see anything. Suddenly the world turned black and white, and then there was a red line—I thought I'd gone blind!"

……

It's unclear who was the first in the crowd to shout out those four words.

"Lin Mo is awesome!"

These four words were like sparks thrown into a powder keg, and a thunderous cheer erupted from the Allied ranks.

The roar of "Lin Mo is mighty!" echoed across the wasteland, as the Elven warriors struck their shields with their spears.

The dwarven heavy infantry pounded the ground with their warhammers.

The orc shamans beat their war drums with all their might.

Lin Mo turned his horse around.

He glanced back at the Allied forces behind him.

All the cheers stopped abruptly at that moment.

The hundreds of thousands of troops fell silent instantly.

To be honest, they felt mostly fear towards Lin Mo.

Even if he was on their side, even if he was the commander of the allied forces, even if he had just cleaved Stetburgh in two with a single sword strike.

Fear is fear.

Seeing this, Lin Mo spoke calmly, uttering only two words.

"Set off."