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

The black energy body of the God of Proliferation transformed into countless extremely tiny points of light.

Like ashes stirred up by the wind, they slowly drifted away in the dark red space.

Every savage was shouting wildly.

At this moment, they finally realized the threat of death and felt a trace of fear.

But he was, after all, an inhabitant deity, extremely cunning and treacherous.

Instead of letting all his clones rush in like a madman, he left thousands outside the domain, just in case.

At that moment, all the savages shouted at the clones outside.

"Run! Run!"

Their voices almost overlapped, causing the entire space to vibrate.

The tens of thousands of clones stood there stunned for a moment before they reacted, then quickly turned around and ran away.

Seeing this, the God of Proliferation looked at Lin Mo, a hint of triumph showing on his featureless face.

"I never expected you to have this ability, every single cell is... But it doesn't matter anymore, this great one is impossible to kill."

His body was still disintegrating as he spoke, and the sword blade that appeared out of thin air was cutting into every cell of his body.

When he finished speaking, only half of his body was still suspended in the air.

Even so, he still stared intently at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo had already sheathed his sword. Looking at his expression, he uttered two words indifferently: "Is that so?"

Almost simultaneously, four suns rose outside the realm.

No, they are four small killing fields!

In the center of each killing field stood Lin Mo.

This was the first skill Lin Mo learned after being summoned: Mirror Image.

Despite having the advantage of evolution skills, their strength was only half that of Lin Mo, but that was enough to deal with these savages.

The four killing domains enveloped all the Proliferation Gods who were about to escape.

The four clones simultaneously raised their black swords.

"No!"

"Wait! Wait! I beg you! I can share the power of the laws with you!"

"I'll do anything for you! I'll be your dog! Spare my life! Please!"

……

Countless proliferating gods before them, already crumbling, began to beg for mercy.

Lin Mo simply turned his head to look at Mianmian: "What do you think?"

Mianmian snorted coldly, stood up, and stared directly at a God of Proliferation: "I told you long ago! My dad is the strongest!"

As soon as Mianmian finished speaking, four black swords fell simultaneously.

After the God of Proliferation unleashed a sharp, explosive roar, the entire space fell silent again.

The goddess of judgment stood behind Lin Mo, her right hand covering her mouth at some point.

A mortal, with a single move, killed 21,233,966 Gods of Proliferation.

Her usually sharp and calm gray eyes were now wide open.

The scales in the pupils reflected the back of the human figure standing with a sword in his hand.

She had lived for countless millennia, judging countless gods and mortals, and she thought she had witnessed every possible form of combat in this world.

But she had never seen anything like it before.

To slay over 20 million individuals with a single sword strike, each strike precise down to the cellular level—this is something no mortal could do, and even something most native gods could not accomplish.

Her lips trembled slightly: "A mid-level god... no, even a mid-level god couldn't do this..."

Mianmian then lay back down and affectionately rubbed her head against Lin Mo's neck.

Then he just lay there and started to sleep.

Dad's here, so the rest is up to him.

She knew this would happen.

Lin Mo raised his hand and gently smoothed the tuft of downy hair on her body that had been ruffled by the wind.

To be honest, he didn't expect that Mianmian would be the first one to rush in looking for him.

This little guy cares about me far more than I expected.

At this moment, Lin Mo felt a warmth in his heart.

Then Lin Mo took a deep breath and focused his mind into the black sword.

In the Black Sword's soul space, the God of Proliferation had just descended.

His soul form was no longer the short, black savage it had been before, but had reverted to the original form of the inhabitant god.

A slender, jet-black, blurry humanoid figure with only a horizontal crack on its face, from which viscous black energy constantly surged.

He stood in the boundless darkness of the Black Sword Space, looking around at the scattered points of soul light.

The souls of nine demigod dragons, the tentacle afterimages of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon, the souls of three demigods from the divine realm, and an army of countless ghosts.

Then he grinned.

"Hahaha! I thought I was dead! Turns out I've just moved to a different place!"

His voice echoed in the Black Sword space, still shrill and arrogant, carrying a kind of reckless glee.

"These souls are all that kid's ill-gotten gains? Not bad, not bad, perfect for nourishing my body! After I devour this whole place, I'll go settle the score with him! And that little girl! I'll devour her first!"

He kept his word, and his black soul suddenly expanded.

Countless viscous black tentacles stretched out and coiled towards the souls of the nearest demigod dragons.

Lin Mo's consciousness materialized in the space, forming a black robe and black sword, staring at him expressionlessly.

He raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and gently clenched his fist in the direction of the God of Proliferation.

All the black tentacles froze in mid-air.

"idiot."

Lin Mo's voice was very soft, as if he were stating a fact that did not need explanation.

"You think locking you up is the only option?"

The words fell.

He merged the newly acquired Law of Proliferation with the Law of Slaughter.

The soul of the God of Proliferation froze.

He could feel his connection to the law of proliferation being severed.

"Impossible... This is my law! I've lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and the law of proliferation is my life! How could you possibly devour it! Stop! Stop!"

The voice of the God of Proliferation finally changed; it was no longer arrogant, no longer maniacal laughter, but a piercingly terrifying voice.

He could feel his existence being erased... not the death of his physical body, not the dissipation of his soul, but something more fundamental, being completely erased from the source of the laws.

Everything in the world is composed of laws, and the law of proliferation is the foundation of its existence.

With his foundation devoured, he will no longer be the God of Proliferation, nor even "something that once existed"; he will never have existed at all.

Lin Mo ignored his screams.

The fusion of the two laws was completed in the palm of his hand.

The red light of the Law of Slaughter completely engulfed the last trace of the black light of the Law of Proliferation, then slowly receded and sank back into his body.

From then on, the concept of "proliferation" as an independent law no longer existed in the world.

It was devoured by the Law of Slaughter and became part of the Law of Slaughter.

After absorbing the Law of Proliferation, the Law of Slaughter became more complete, sharper, and closer to its original form.

Within the Black Sword Space, the soul of the God of Proliferation began to disintegrate.

It doesn't explode, it doesn't shatter into pieces, but rather it gradually turns into nothingness from the edges.

His cracked mouth was still opening and closing, as if he wanted to shout something, but no sound could be heard.

The god of proliferation is utterly dead.

Not even a soul remained.