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

The God of Proliferation is dead, but this does not mean that the Law of Proliferation has disappeared.

It has simply merged with the law of killing.

Only the god of proliferation has vanished.

The Goddess of Judgment stood beside Lin Mo, her gray hair swaying slightly in the void.

Her sharp gray eyes narrowed slightly, and her nostrils twitched slightly.

She sensed it.

Just a moment ago, the aura of the God of Proliferation completely vanished from this space.

She suddenly looked at Lin Mo, her gray eyes surging with barely suppressed tremor.

"What did you do?"

As soon as Lin Mo's consciousness left the black sword, the eerie light in his eyes slowly faded, and he returned to his usual calm.

He glanced at the Goddess of Judgment: "Kill him completely."

The goddess of judgment gasped.

To kill completely.

These four words are almost non-existent in the understanding of the original deities.

From the moment they were born, they knew that gods could not be killed, and that as long as the laws existed, gods would never die; this was an ironclad rule.

Even Gao Yang, the supreme god who imprisoned all the original gods, could only lock them up and extract their power of law, but could not truly annihilate them.

She had been physically killed by Lin Mo's sword and thought she would die completely, but her soul was freed after being absorbed into the black sword.

This in itself demonstrates that the Law of Slaughter can kill the physical body of a god, but she thought that was the limit.

She never expected that Lin Mo could erase even the soul and the laws themselves.

She looked at Lin Mo's calm, almost indifferent face, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

Was this person just saying it casually, or was he deliberately showing off his ability in front of her?

If it's the latter, then this is an extremely subtle warning.

I can completely kill the proliferation, and I can completely kill you.

She has lived for countless millennia, judging countless mortals and gods, and has always been the one who controls the fate of others.

But standing in this dark red space amidst the lingering killing intent, she felt for the first time that her fate was in someone else's hands.

She wasn't sure if it was fear or awe, but she was certain of one thing.

You must be loyal to Lin Mo.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lin Mo's voice interrupted her thoughts.

The goddess of judgment regained her senses and suppressed those chaotic thoughts.

She swallowed.

"I'm thinking about the difference between your strength and those four guards."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow: "Continue."

Her grey eyes gazed intently at Lin Mo, her tone frank and devoid of any flattery.

"Your current strength is indeed very strong. In terms of attack power alone, it is comparable to that of a high-level god, but there is still a gap compared to those four guards."

Upon hearing this answer, Lin Mo merely frowned slightly but did not refute it.

Although the Goddess of Judgment has not yet witnessed her true power, the guards were left behind by Gao Yang, so she must be wary.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo murmured, "Comparable to a high-level god? How are the ranks of gods classified?"

The judge paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts, before speaking again, his tone more serious.

"The hierarchy of gods has been divided into three major levels since the beginning of creation: dust, sentient beings, and origin. The basis for this division is the frequency with which the laws themselves are used by sentient beings and the scope of their influence. The source of the laws is the gods, and the power of the gods comes from the dependence of sentient beings on the laws—this is a mutually nourishing cycle."

She pointed to the spot where the god of proliferation had vanished, her tone regaining the precision and composure characteristic of a judge.

"Proliferation is at the standard dust level, such as cell division, wound healing, and asexual reproduction of some lower organisms. However, ordinary people will never touch the core operation of the law of proliferation in their entire lives. Therefore, the original source of the law of the God of Proliferation is very weak. As you just saw, although the number of individuals he splits out is large, their individual strength is very weak. He can only rely on numbers to wear down his opponents."

Then she withdrew her finger, tapped her chest, and a complex self-mockery flashed in her gray eyes.

"I am at the level of all living beings, that is, a mid-level deity. My law is judgment. Wherever there is intelligent life, there will be judgment, ruling, and condemnation. From two peasant women arguing at the village entrance to a king sentencing someone to death, from children's disputes to the pope's trial of heretics, all of these are my laws at work. Therefore, the origin of my laws is much stronger than proliferation, which is why I can still maintain my sanity even after being exploited by Gao Yang for thousands of years."

She lowered her hand, her tone becoming more serious, and her gray eyes met Lin Mo's gaze again.

"And the primordial level gods are the most original manifestation of the laws themselves, the foundation of the world's operation. Time, space, life, killing... these laws are the basis upon which all living beings depend for their existence."

Without time, all things are still; without space, all things cannot coexist; without life, all things do not arise; without killing…

She glanced at the black sword in Lin Mo's hand.

"Without killing, all things will never end. The power of the primordial gods far surpasses that of all living beings. Gao Yang plundered endless laws to complete his own laws of time. Although he is not the God of Time of this world, he has created his own world. He is the God of Time of his own world."

Lin Mo nodded to himself.

The trial's explanation was clear and logical, bringing to light all the insights he had vaguely sensed but hadn't been able to systematize.

However, he did not follow the trial's advice to continue asking where to find the next batch of imprisoned gods.

Instead, he placed his right hand on the hilt of the black sword, and with a thought, a faint soul floated out from the sword.

Semu.

The Holy Knight of the Tower Kingdom, whom he had casually killed in the village during the cleansing, was now kneeling before him in spirit form.

He was tall and thin, and his sharp-tongued appearance softened somewhat in his soul form, with the fawning on his face replaced by an almost devout focus.

He knelt on one knee in the air, his right hand on his chest, his back taut as he bowed his head.

"Owner."

He spoke, his voice steady and respectful. Compared to his previous sharp-tongued and monkey-like appearance, he was now absolutely loyal to Lin Mo.

"What are your orders?"

Lin Mo glanced at him.

"You said before that there are many people who were sent here like you," Lin Mo said calmly.

Samu nodded without hesitation, as meticulously as if he were reporting military intelligence.

"Yes, Master. I have reported to you before that every year believers who have made contributions to the church but are not strong enough to enter the realm of God are sent here and distributed on the surrounding floating islands."

Lin Mo's lips curled into a very faint smile.

The curve was shallow, but the goddess of judgment could see it clearly from the side.

That wasn't laughter; it was the hunter finding the trail of his prey.

"There must be gods on the floating islands they live on. Let's find a way to gather them together."

Sam replied, "No need for that. We remnants have been staying on Saint Emblem Island for years. It's a city that Gao Yang built specifically for us."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo sighed, "Isn't this forcing me to massacre the entire city?"