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

"Since you are still in the city at this time, it means you are prepared to die."

Lin Mo's voice was as calm as if he were stating the weather.

Everyone was terrified.

"This...this guy is going to kill us all!"

"Run! Run!"

"No! I am a believer in God! I will judge him!"

……

This group of idiots has been completely brainwashed.

Some people even wanted to challenge Lin Mo to a one-on-one duel.

Lin Mo simply replied with two words.

"Idiot."

Then the black sword fell.

The crimson domain trembled violently as an invisible sword blade swept across the bodies of every living person within it.

Thousands of heads fell to the ground simultaneously, the muffled thuds echoing one after another.

An elderly woman with white hair, a middle-aged businessman, a paladin apprentice, and the man who was just cursing Mag...

There was no sound at all.

The corpse lay on the stone slabs of the square, the head that had rolled down the steps still bearing the expression of its last moments before death.

The only one still standing was the Pope.

The sword sliced ​​through his body, but passed through it as if it were air, leaving no trace.

Lin Mo didn't look at him, but instead looked up at the dense cluster of city spires behind the square.

"There should still be quite a few people in the city."

He raised his left hand, and thousands of eerie green soul lights floated out from among the thousands of corpses in the square.

The light rapidly gathered, compressed, and spun above his palm, condensing into a pale green sphere.

The Pope finally spoke.

He looked at Lin Mo, his lips slightly parted.

"I pray... that his attacks may not harm your people. God, grant my wish."

The dark blue orb in Lin Mo's palm trembled violently and then exploded.

It wasn't an explosion. It was disintegration.

The azure soul energy shattered into countless fragments in mid-air, the fragments elongating, bending, and sprouting wings.

They transformed into thousands of pale blue butterflies.

The butterfly fluttered in the air for a few circles before turning into specks of light and disappearing.

Lin Mo frowned, withdrew his hand, and a few strands of eerie blue electric arcs remained on his fingers after his soul energy had been forcibly dispelled.

He finally turned around and looked directly at the boy who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"You must be the Pope."

As soon as Lin Mo finished speaking, more than a dozen figures rushed into the crack in the Holy Light Array.

Dracula's blood mist was the first to fall.

Immediately following behind was Erin, carrying the Sun Bow.

The demigods surrounded Lin Mo, their weapons drawn, and the power of laws clashed and surged across the plaza.

"Lin Mo, be careful! The Pope is widely recognized as the strongest demigod on the continent."

Dracula reminded him.

Iron Graphite tapped the shield.

"Don't fight him one-on-one, let's all go together! Even he can't withstand a dozen demigods joining forces!"

Just as he finished speaking, the Pope spoke again.

"I wish—to engage in a one-on-one duel with Lin Mo. No one but him and I shall enter the battlefield. Gods, grant my wish."

A curtain of light spread out from beneath the Pope's feet, its golden border rapidly extending along the ground, enveloping Lin Mo and the Pope.

The light curtain was a translucent pale gold, with ancient runes of the same origin as the Holy Light Array flowing across its surface.

With a roar, Tie Xin swung his warhammer and smashed it against the light screen, but the light screen remained completely still.

Instead, the recoil sent him flying, crashing into the pillar of holy light at the edge of the plaza.

Sag threw out three totem chains that wrapped around the light screen and pulled hard. The totem patterns collapsed on their own the moment they touched the light screen.

Dracula transformed into a blood mist, attempting to seep into the gaps in the light barrier.

But the blood mist was bounced back by an invisible force of law the moment it touched the edge of the light barrier.

"This is a one-on-one duel arena, a separate space governed by the laws of the Wishing Spell. Unless one side dies, no outside interference is possible!"

Yin Xue spoke up.

Lin Mo turned around and glanced at them.

His expression remained calm, with even a faint smile playing on his lips.

"You go into the city first, I'll follow shortly."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the demigods, his tone as casual as if he were instructing them to go buy groceries.

"By the way, don't even think about embezzling it. My soul army is my eyes."

The demigods all shuddered.

Dracula coughed and turned around first: "Let's go, let's go, we heard everything, don't delay Lin Mo from doing his business."

Tie Mo got up from the ground, patted the rubble off his armor, muttered "Who the hell dares to steal your stuff?" and then charged into the city with his warhammer.

Sager shook his head, waved his bone staff, and led the orc shamans in close pursuit.

Ailin glanced at Lin Mo, nodded slightly, and turned to leave, carrying the Sun Bow.

The coalition forces followed closely behind them.

Hundreds of giant dragons swept across the sky, and the allied forces of various races poured in through the cracks in the Holy Light Array.

However, there were also obstacles within the city.

With the Pope's abilities and the resources of the Holy Tower Kingdom, cultivating a demigod is much easier than imagined.

Five demigod-level auras erupted simultaneously from various parts of White Tower City.

They clashed head-on with the allied forces.

Inside the dueling arena, the Pope glanced at the flames of war and holy light rising all around the city, but the young man's expression remained calm.

"You can't hold me back; the Holy Kingdom of the Tower is destined to be destroyed today."

Lin Mo's voice came from behind.

The Pope turned around and nodded.

You're right.

His tone was as calm as ever, as if he were acknowledging an objective fact.

"But as long as I live, I can resurrect them. The divine lineage will not be broken."

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

He stopped speaking and gripped the hilt of the black sword with his right hand.

The killing field unfolded beneath his feet, but this time it was no longer a slow spread that covered the entire square; instead, it condensed—compressing all the killing intent onto the blade.

The black sword turned from dark to blood red.

The Pope stood on the steps, his white robes fluttering even without wind.

His lips parted slightly, and he uttered a very soft whisper.

No one inside the dueling arena heard what he wished for, but the demigods outside simultaneously felt an extremely faint yet profound fluctuation of law seeping out from inside the light barrier.

"I have already made a wish to find out everything about your situation. You have just used up all of Yin Xue's power, and you are still unable to unleash the power to destroy the moon."

The Pope looked at Lin Mo, and a faint smile finally appeared on his youthful face.

"And I am the agent of the gods for thousands of years. In a one-on-one fight, I have a greater chance of winning."

As soon as he finished speaking, beams of holy light emerged from the ground beneath his feet.

He summoned eight angels, each exuding the aura of a demigod.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow: "You call this one-on-one?"

The Pope shrugged: "These are gifts from the gods, and of course they belong to my power."

Only then did Lin Mo understand why this guy was the strongest demigod on the continent.

With this kind of ability, they're just as shameless as gods.

But Lin Mo didn't care: "It's not like I don't have a demigod henchman."