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

Lin Mo did not sheath his sword, but dragged the black sword as he walked through the three headless corpses.

His boots trod over the bloodstains splattered on the stone slabs, leaving behind a series of dark red footprints that stretched from the depths of the corridor all the way to the center of the main hall.

The allied demigods, all prominent figures on the continent, consciously stepped aside.

He watched as this god of death walked past him.

No one dared to speak, not even a sound.

He ignored everyone.

Or rather, in his perception, these people no longer needed his attention.

They were not subordinates, not enemies, not even strangers.

In Lin Mo's heart, their importance was barely greater than air.

Lin Mo also knew perfectly well what they were thinking.

His existence was definitely not a good thing for these old guys, and it was normal for some of them to want him to die here.

But he doesn't care.

He didn't care whether these people were genuinely on his side or intentionally betraying him.

Because it's not worth his attention at all.

On their way home, this group of people weren't even a stumbling block.

The allied demigods watched him pass through the hall.

Only when Lin Mo's figure was about to reach the magnificent gate did Tie Xin lower her voice and say something to Tie Mo beside her.

"Father, did you see how he made his move?"

Tie Mo's lips twitched as he punched him hard on the back of the head.

"Keep your voice down."

After giving the lecture, he whispered some more instructions.

"From now on, no matter what happens, never offend Lin Mo. If you have to cross paths with him... then pledge your loyalty."

Tie Xin scratched the back of his head and remained silent.

The other demigods nodded secretly, thinking that the old dwarf had actually uttered a truth.

……

Before the magnificent gate, Yin Xuefei perched on Lin Mo's shoulder, glancing back at the group of demigods still in a daze behind him.

He turned back and whispered in Lin Mo's ear.

"Hey, what was with that aura you just exuded? It's practically a must-learn for a demon king."

Lin Mo did not reply.

He stopped in front of the gate.

The door is carved from a single piece of milky-white obsidian, and the door frame is inlaid with dense holy light runes.

At the very center of the door is a relief of a cross of holy light, with a fist-sized golden gem embedded in the center of the cross. Inside the gem, a slowly rotating vortex of light elements can be faintly seen.

Lin Mo snorted coldly, a faint, cold smile appearing on his lips.

"This guy really knows how to enjoy himself."

He raised his foot, intending to kick the door and frame away.

But before his boots could even touch the door, the door was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

A figure tumbled and crawled out from behind the door.

snort~

The sound of a robe scraping against the floor rang out.

Saint Zefa slid down to his knees in front of Lin Mo.

His head was so low it almost touched the ground, and his hands held the magnificent treasure box high above his head.

"I surrender! I am willing to pledge my loyalty to His Majesty Lin Mo!"

His voice was sharp and rapid, each word sounding as if it were being forced out of his throat.

Lin Mo's lips twitched; this was the most unexpected scene he had witnessed since the start of the war.

Saint Zefa's hands, which were holding the treasure box, were trembling slightly, and his knuckles were white from the force.

He dared not look up, dared not move, and dared not even let the treasure box shake in his hand for a moment longer.

Yin Xue flew down from Lin Mo's shoulder and hovered in front of Saint Zefa. She crossed her arms, her eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

"Why aren't you running? Aren't you supposed to be a fast runner?"

She tilted her head, her tone light and cheerful, as if she were teasing a caught mouse.

"You ran so fast last time in Holy Land Village, you even managed to turn into light and run away even when your neck was broken. Why aren't you running this time?"

Saint Zefa swallowed hard.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and sweat trickled down his face from his forehead.

His lips moved several times before he managed to squeeze out a reply from his throat: "My ability... was bestowed upon me by His Holiness the Pope. Just now, when I discovered that my ability couldn't be activated, I knew... you had won."

Yin Xue blinked, his expression changing from playful to one of sudden realization.

"I knew it! How come your abilities are exactly the same as your dead father's? It turns out the Pope gave them to you."

Saint Zefa swallowed hard, remaining silent.

He remained kneeling on the ground, holding the treasure box high, not daring to make any unnecessary movements.

Lin Mo neither looked at Saint Zefa's face nor at Yin Xue's performance.

From the moment the door opened, his gaze fell on the treasure box that Saint Zefa was holding aloft.

The box is small, about the size of two palms put together, and is made entirely of a single piece of dark gold metal, with a ring of fine black gemstones inlaid around the edge of the lid.

Lin Mo slowly opened the box.

A blinding light burst forth from the box, turning his face golden.

After the light faded, twelve crystals lay at the bottom of the box.

Unlike all the divine essence crystals Lin Mo had seen before, these crystals were not the common pale gold, but a pure, almost transparent gold.

The crystal contains no impurities, no cracks, and not even a scattering of light.

The highest quality divine essence crystal.

It was neither ordinary goods looted from the church, nor a second-rate item bestowed by the Pope upon the archbishop.

These three are the most treasured artifacts accumulated by the Vatican over thousands of years, the closest to the origin of the divine laws.

"These are three of the highest quality divine essence crystals."

Saint Zefa's voice came from below, but he still didn't dare to look up.

That's all.

Lin Mo ignored him.

He reached out and picked up a crystal, holding it up to his eyes.

Whether it succeeds or not depends on this.

With that thought in mind, Lin Mo picked up a crystal, and the golden law patterns seeped into his skin like gossamer threads.

But the attribute panel in my mind remained completely unchanged.

The level remains 96, and the experience points are still firmly locked by that golden restriction.

He frowned and picked up the second one.

The same result.

Then pick up the third one.

It was like a stone sinking into the sea.

The three highest-quality divine essence crystals turned into three transparent pieces of waste stone in his palm.

And his rank showed no signs of loosening at all.

Lin Mo's brows furrowed more and more as he shifted his gaze from the waste stone in his hand to Saint Zefa kneeling before him.

I thought to myself, "This old man wouldn't be trying to fool me with fakes, would he?"

That look sent a shiver down Saint Zefa's spine; he clearly understood the suspicion in Lin Mo's eyes.

He hurriedly pulled out another small wooden box, no bigger than the palm of his hand, and presented it with trembling hands.

"Your Majesty! There is another type of crystal here! But... its energy does not come from the gods."