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

The sword wound on the Pope's chest had already healed as he spoke.

The healing process was not the growth of flesh and blood, but rather the appearance of a very faint golden light membrane at the edges of each of the two wounds.

The light films collided and returned to their original state, clean and neat, like an eraser wiping away a pencil line on a drawing paper.

"I really underestimated you."

He said.

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Mo had already reached him.

The black sword slashed horizontally, its blade cutting into the Pope's left waist and exiting through his right, severing him in two at the waist.

The upper and lower body separated in mid-air, and blood drew a dazzling arc in the dark space.

But before the two separated parts hit the ground, they began to wriggle and grow in mid-air.

Countless tiny fleshy buds sprouted from the cross-section of the upper body, quickly weaving together to form the pelvis, legs, and feet.

Flesh buds also sprouted from the cross-section of the lower body, weaving together the chest, shoulders, and head.

They've become two popes.

The two popes landed at the same time, and looked up at the same time. The two identical young faces wore the same smiles.

Lin Mo frowned.

This ability is indeed somewhat tricky.

Without a word, the two popes raised their hands simultaneously.

The pope on the left, palm up, fingers loosely clenched—suddenly countless dark red cracks appeared in the pitch-black space.

Scalding magma gushed out from the cracks, surging towards Lin Mo from all directions like a tsunami.

The air was thick with the stench of sulfur, and the darkness was tinged crimson by the lava.

This is the power of the twentieth Demon King, Lord of Flames.

The pope on the right has his palm down and his fingers spread.

Hundreds of enormous ice spikes condensed on the dark dome.

Each one was as thick as an ancient tree trunk, with a cold, eerie blue light flowing across its surface, and the tips of the spears were all aimed at Lin Mo's head.

This is the power of the eighteenth Demon King, the Ice and Snow Goddess.

Faced with an attack powerful enough to destroy a city, Lin Mo only gave a two-word comment.

"boring."

Without looking at the ice spikes above his head, he stepped into the lava.

The soles of his boots hissed and burned as they touched the lava, but he didn't stop, walking as if he were crossing an ordinary puddle.

With his current physical strength and the boost from the Tenfold Death Arena, the temperature of the magma was no different from lukewarm water to him.

Ice spikes whistled down from above, but he didn't even bother to dodge.

He let the ice spikes smash and collapse on his body; they only made his black robe flutter, but they didn't even affect his speed.

Lin Mo arrived in front of the Pope at top speed, raising the black sword once more.

The sword was aimed straight at the Pope's neck on the left.

The Pope crossed his arms to block, the surface of which was covered with a layer of grayish-white rock.

He simultaneously imagined the defensive power of the fifth Demon King, Mountain Behemoth, onto himself.

boom!

The sword clashed with the arm, creating a visible shockwave that exploded in the dark space.

The Pope was blasted away.

The rocks on both arms shattered simultaneously, but he did manage to block the blow.

He forcefully steadied himself in mid-air and spoke at the same time as his other self, the two voices completely overlapping.

"come out!"

The dark space began to distort.

One figure after another emerged from the void.

There was a burly demon king whose body was engulfed in dark red flames.

There is a queen whose entire body is covered in ice crystals.

A black-armored warrior with a dragon's head and a human body.

There was an old man whose body was woven from countless shadows...

Demon Kings of All Ages!

They were once the strongest beings on this continent, each of them causing the entire continent to tremble in their own era.

At this moment, they were extracted from the memories of the laws by the Pope's imagination, and regained their physical form and power.

They attacked Lin Mo simultaneously.

"Evolution... Fatal Strike."

Lin Mo's voice was calm and normal.

The tip of the black sword drew an extremely thin red line in the dark space. The red line floated away, as light as a spider silk scattered by the wind.

The red line pierced through the Flame Demon King's chest, through the Ice Crystal Queen's brow, through the Dragon Head Warrior's head, through the Shadow Elder's heart, and through the chest of the Light-Dark Contradictory One.

Puff puff……

Several muffled explosions rang out almost simultaneously, and the forms of the Demon Kings of all generations were neatly split in two at the point where the red line pierced through.

Then it disintegrated into countless tiny fragments of the laws and dissipated into the dark space.

The Pope's eyes narrowed simultaneously.

He imagined the attack power of the demon kings of each generation, their defensive capabilities, and even their teamwork.

But he hadn't anticipated the speed of Lin Mo's sword strike.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't imagine it, because even he himself can't see it clearly.

But the few breaths that the Demon Kings of each generation bought them were enough.

A huge, eerie green meteorite, over a hundred meters in diameter, lit up in the darkness overhead, its surface covered with countless tormented soul faces.

The meteorite hurtled toward Lin Mo with earth-shattering force.

This is the power of the thirty-fourth Demon King, Lin Mo... Soul Erosion.

The Pope stood in the light of the meteorite, both bodies simultaneously opening their arms.

Both boys' faces simultaneously displayed the fervor of victory in sight.

"Lin Mo! This is your own power! Prepare to die!"

Lin Mo looked up at the meteorite, neither dodging nor raising his sword, nor even adopting a defensive stance.

He just stood there, looking at the Pope with an expression as if he were an idiot.

"What's wrong with you? Using my skills on me?"

The moment the eerie green meteorite formed from the Soul Corrosion Realm crashed down, Lin Mo did not dodge.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, and as the meteorite, over a hundred meters in diameter, was about to engulf him, his palm firmly pressed against the bottom of the meteorite.

A ghostly green, corrupting power of the soul surged from between his fingers, scorching his palms, but he didn't even flinch.

Then he exerted force suddenly.

Five fingers gripped the inside of the meteorite like iron clamps.

Click click...

Countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the meteorite, and a dazzling, eerie green light emanated from the cracks.

Aww~!

Countless souls imprisoned inside the meteorite simultaneously let out mournful screams.

The screams overlapped and exploded from the cracks, causing the entire dark space to tremble slightly.

Until finally, with a deafening boom, the meteorite exploded.

The eerie green fragments flew in all directions, and the soul energy turned into countless wisps of green smoke and dissipated into the darkness.

After everything dissipated, Lin Mo stood in place, a few wisps of eerie green electricity still flickering between his fingers on his palm.

He looked at the Pope, his tone as indifferent as if nothing had happened.

"It seems your imagination has reached its limit."

The Pope stood opposite him.

The two bodies had somehow merged back into one, and the bloodstains on the boy's face had dried.

Upon hearing Lin Mo's words, a slow smile curved his lips.

The smile was so calm that Lin Mo's intuition immediately went off the rails.

"That's why I said you're too arrogant."

Lin Mo frowned suddenly, a thought flashing through his mind.

I forgot to calculate something.

"You're observing my battle."

The Pope nodded, his tone carrying the satisfaction of a teacher who had finally waited for his student to deduce the answer on his own.

"You do have some brains. I've been watching you ever since that sword cut you in half at the waist. I've been watching how you wield your sword, how you stack your skills, and where your body's limits are. With every move you make, I learn a little more about you. Your speed, your strength, your defense... all the data is here."

The Pope raised his right hand, tapped his temple with his index finger, and a burning golden light shone in his eyes, which were like ancient wells.

"Next... I will have the same body as you, the same defense, the same strength, the same speed... I will become as strong as you!"

Lin Mo's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

He finally realized where the problem lay.

The Pope's ability is not simply replication—it is imagination.

Imagination can create anything out of thin air, but the Pope chose the strategy of "observing and then recreating with imagination".

It's not that he can't directly imagine someone stronger than Lin Mo.

But he dared not, because the concept of "stronger than Lin Mo" was too vague, and vague imagination is no match for the laws.

Therefore, he needs data and needs to see for himself where Lin Mo's limits are.

Then use your imagination to recreate these extreme data onto yourself.

"Your ability... is truly shameless."