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

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo bent down, grabbed Saint Zefa's hair, and dragged him towards the stairs like a bag of trash.

The royal robes of Saint Zefa dragged on the stone slabs with a rustling sound.

He didn't struggle, didn't beg for mercy, his face was ashen, and his lips moved for a long time before he could only squeeze out a few broken syllables.

Lin Mo walked at a steady pace, his boots making a deep, resonant sound as he stepped onto the stone steps, making his way to the rooftop.

The demigods in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment.

Tie Mo frowned, carrying his warhammer, and asked, "What is he trying to do?"

Dracula swirled his wine glass, gazing thoughtfully at the black-robed figure ascending the steps: "Let him be beheaded in public. The king of the Holy Tower Kingdom being executed at the very top of the Papal Palace, visible to the entire city—that would be a fitting symbol."

Goldtooth Gru held the abacus in his arms, his two little hands nervously rubbing the beads, and muttered under his breath, "The symbolic meaning outweighs the actual benefits, but in terms of deterrence, this deal is not a loss."

Only Yin Xue guessed what Lin Mo was up to. She shrugged and looked at the demigods.

"If I were you, I would organize a retreat right now."

Yin Xue's words left the demigods somewhat bewildered.

At the same time, Lin Mo stepped onto the stairs, and a pressure suddenly enveloped the entire hall.

All the demigods widened their eyes simultaneously; the oppressive aura far surpassed that of demigods.

Dracula's wine glass cracked, the totem patterns on Sager's bone staff lit up and then went out, Ironmot almost dropped his warhammer, and Azer's hand involuntarily pressed down on the Sun Bow.

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted outside the palace.

The demigods rushed to the windows of the main hall and looked out.

Inside White Tower City, the vast, ghostly army that blots out the sky is converging towards the heavens.

Ten thousand ghosts rose from the ground like a reversed, eerie blue waterfall, passing through the golden remnants left after the Holy Light Array collapsed, and through the towering spires and domes of White Tower City.

Finally, they gather, rotate, and compress above the clouds.

The clouds were stained dark green by the ghostly blue soul energy, and a ghostly green vortex covering the entire city was slowly taking shape.

After a brief period of calm, the sky suddenly turned a deep, dark green.

A Soul Erosion Realm, even larger than White Tower City, loomed faintly in the clouds.

The rubble on the ground trembled, the remains of the Holy Light Array were crushed inch by inch, and even the stone walls of the Papal Palace, which had stood for a thousand years, began to show fine cracks.

All the creatures still remaining in the city simultaneously felt a primal tremor.

The demigods' pupils contracted simultaneously.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"Lin Mo is going to destroy the country! He really is going to destroy the country!!"

"Teleportation array! There's another teleportation array in the city! Let's go!"

……

The allied demigods led their respective troops and frantically converged on the last remaining teleportation array in the city.

The Elven Sun Spears regrouped.

The dwarven heavy infantrymen, carrying their warhammers, took off running.

The orc shamans didn't even bother to put away their war drums.

The vampire's swarm of bats spun around in the air in a disheveled manner.

Only the Star Elves and the Merfolk, two races with soul entities, did not retreat.

No, there's one more: several giant dragons of the dragon race.

Ajin spread his wings, a hybrid golden dragon, and hovered above White Tower City.

Behind him were several Golden Dragon Warriors who had fought alongside Lin Mo all the way from the Dragon Realm.

"If I could die here, would I be able to serve His Majesty Lin Mo forever?"

"How did the human empire say it again? Right, the Soul Returns to the Forest Emperor."

"Isn't what those demigods are pursuing immortality?"

……

Several golden dragon warriors murmured to themselves, having made up their minds not to leave.

Suddenly, one of the dragons had an idea: "We can't just stand by and watch this."

Upon hearing this, the other dragons realized something and quickly took out a huge crystal from their dragon storage artifacts.

That was the global live-streaming crystal taken from Holy Village, which once allowed the entire continent to see the truth about the Vatican's baby experiments.

"Haha, luckily I brought this thing with me when I left."

The crystal was activated again at this moment.

An even larger light screen appeared simultaneously above every city on the entire continent, infused with the dragon's unique dragon breath.

Elf King's City.

Ironforge, Dwarf City.

Orc grassland tent.

Vampire Castle.

The capital of the human empire.

In every village, every town, and every street, people simultaneously stopped what they were doing and looked up at the enormous curtain of light in the sky.

The city of White Tower was shrouded in a pale green light.

The clouds roared wildly in the sky in a vortex, and a huge meteorite slowly fell at an extremely slow speed.

Not only in White Tower City, but also above a distant city at the edge of the field of vision, meteorites were brewing.

The sudden scene shocked everyone on the mainland.

"Is this... divine punishment?"

Some die-hard loyalists of the Holy Tower Kingdom are still stubbornly refusing to admit their wrongdoing.

"It's definitely that devil's trick again."

"Exactly, they fabricated the infanticide plot to smear the Vatican before, and now they're pulling this stunt."

"The Holy Kingdom of the Tower was destroyed? Haha, Lin Mo is really not afraid of making people laugh their heads off. Only a fool would believe such a thing."

"Wait, look at the sky! Why has the sky turned green?"

……

As soul-corroding realms appeared above the heads of various towns in the Holy Kingdom of the Tower, the die-hard followers of the Church were shocked.

They suddenly realized that this might be true.

It is true that Lin Mo destroyed the country, it is true that the Vatican killed infants, and it is true that the gods deceived the continent.

But it was too late to regret it.

They had already stated their position while still within the territory of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

At this moment, on the light screen, the spire, designed by the Pope himself and symbolizing the supreme authority of the Papacy, was at its peak.

A figure in black robes stepped out and stood at the top of the spire.

He was dragging a man dressed in a tattered golden robe, whose face was ashen, with his left hand.

Saint Zepha's royal robes were torn to shreds by the steps, and his triple crown had long since rolled away and disappeared.

Lin Mo was holding him by the hair, his entire upper body suspended in mid-air, with a hundred-foot abyss below.

Beneath the abyss lies the entire White Tower City, slowly being enveloped by the Soul Corrosion Realm.

In front of the light screens in every city across the continent, countless people exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

"It's His Majesty Lin Mo!"

"The news of the allied forces attacking the Holy Kingdom of the Tower has only been out for a few days? This is... they've already reached the Papal Palace?"

"Holy crap, I just got the message! I was even thinking of signing up!"

"Who is that person being dragged along? A golden robe…it's the king! The king of the Holy Kingdom of the Tower!"

"What is His Majesty Lin Mo trying to do now?"

"Is that even a question? The entire country will be destroyed!"

……

The mainland was in complete uproar.

Lin Mo stood atop the highest spire of the Papal Palace.

A dark green vortex slowly rotated overhead, filtering the midday sunlight into an eerie pale blue.

The multicolored crack of law still stretched across the sky, its iridescent light at the edge appearing particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the dark green dome.

It's like an eye, an eye that Gao Yang tore open himself, looking down upon the earth.

Lin Mo met its gaze, his black robe fluttering in the fierce wind on the rooftop.

He spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it spread to every inch of the ruins of White Tower City, to every city, every village, and every pair of eyes gazing at the sky in front of the light screen.

"Gao Yang, from this day forward, this continent will no longer have your faith."

The black sword slashed down.

Saint Zepha's head fell from the top of the spire.

The Soul Erosion Realm that had been hanging above White Tower City began to descend.