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

Saint Emblem Island.

The teleportation array flashed and disappeared on the stone plaza in the center of the island. When Lin Mo stepped out of the light, he staggered slightly, his face was pale, his lips were tightly pressed together, and a familiar feeling of nausea surged in his stomach.

He steadied himself by gripping the hilt of the black sword, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed the surging nausea.

Even now, with his physique amplified to the limit of the human race, the spatial tearing sensation of the teleportation array still makes him feel uncomfortable all over.

This is probably something ingrained in one's bones, and has nothing to do with strength.

Samu's spirit emerged from the black sword, bowing respectfully to the side.

Lin Mo paused for a moment, then raised his head and scanned the scene before him.

This is not one of those dilapidated villages built of wood and thatch on a floating island.

Before me was a wide main street paved with stone slabs, with neat two-story stone buildings on both sides of the street, their exterior walls painted with the Vatican's signature white-gold lime.

Every few feet there was a pillar of holy light standing on the side of the street, and at the end of the street was a towering church of holy light, which was not much different from the one in the Papal Palace of White Tower City.

Several young men dressed in the armor of paladin apprentices emerged from the tavern, their faces still flushed from drinking.

This floating island doesn't look like a prison; it's more like a neighborhood that was moved directly from a major papal town on the mainland.

"Master, Holy Emblem Island is a residence that Gao Yang built specifically for us remnants. The buildings, streets, and holy light arrays here are all replicas of the Holy City of the Holy See on the mainland. There are about six or seven hundred 'meritorious officials' living here, and if you include slaves and servants, the total number is about three thousand."

He paused, then pointed to the indigenous people on the street dressed in coarse linen clothes and wearing holy light collars around their necks, speaking in a flat tone as if he were introducing a piece of furniture.

"As for the indigenous people, they are essentially slaves here. Each 'meritorious official' has been assigned several indigenous people as servants, responsible for farming, cleaning, and serving their daily needs. Their only duty is to serve their master well. If the master has any chores to handle, they can be called upon at any time."

Lin Mo's gaze lingered on the indigenous people for a moment.

A gaunt old man was carrying a sack of grain that was heavier than himself as he walked past on the street.

The collar around his neck left a deep red mark when he bent over.

A fat man dressed in church uniform followed behind him.

The old man staggered, his knee hitting the stone pavement. The fat man lashed him on the back with a whip, and blood seeped through his tattered shirt.

A burst of laughter came from the tavern across the street. Several young men dressed in paladin's uniform were leaning on the second-floor railing, pointing down at the view below with their glasses in hand, as if watching a free circus act.

Lin Mo roughly understood that this was the paradise of these "heroes".

At that moment, a soldier dressed in paladin-style armor emerged from the watchtower at the street corner.

He looked Lin Mo up and down in his black robe.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Lin Mo spoke calmly.

"They've come to kill someone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier's pupils contracted.

But before he could draw his sword, the blade had already slashed across his neck.

The moment the head flew off, countless torrents of dark blue souls surged out from the black sword.

Nine demigod dragons, the tentacles of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon, three demigods from the divine realm, and more than two thousand scout ghosts surged onto the street like a flood bursting its banks.

The soul storm unleashed by the dragon's wings uprooted the holy light pillars, and the tentacles of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon grabbed the blacksmith shop on the street and ripped the entire building, foundation and all, up, crashing it into the patrol team across the street who hadn't even had a chance to react.

The entire city was thrown into chaos instantly.

Lin Mo also joined the massacre.

He discovered that his skills were changing.

The double strike, which was originally supposed to trigger a second instance of damage after a delay following an initial hit, now caused a quadruple explosion as the black sword struck a fleeing merchant and the blade pierced his flesh.

The first strike cleaved him in two; the second strike killed one of his servants behind him; the third strike left a trench in the ground; and the fourth strike cleaved a distant house in two.

He raised an eyebrow and activated his mirror image clone.

This time, instead of using evolution, three clones were summoned directly.

Aside from the one who remained on the mainland as the acting emperor, there were four basic mirror images created.

The number of other skills has also doubled to varying degrees.

Lin Mo quickly figured out the reason.

The law of proliferation.

It integrates the most core characteristics of the law of proliferation.

The property of proliferation permeated the foundation of every skill he already possessed, doubling their quantity.

In other words, all his skills were enhanced by "proliferation".

He swung his sword while quickly testing the new skill caps.

The Hellfire, which could originally only seal the skills and laws of one enemy, now directly sealed two.

The passive defense of Sword Steel stacks, with each stack doubling the stacking speed and increasing the maximum value several times over.

The coverage area of ​​the Soul Corrosion Realm has also been doubled.

He hadn't tried Thousand Eyes Cage and Death Arena yet, because there were hardly any people left on the streets.

However, he estimated that the abilities of these two Saintly Enlightenment and Talent-level individuals should also see a significant increase.

At this moment, corpses lay scattered all over the street.

The shops along the street were charred black by the dragon's breath, and the church spire was snapped in half by the tentacles of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon, with half of the spire leaning against the ruins of a collapsed blacksmith shop.

Samu stayed three steps behind Lin Mo the whole time, without making a move, just quietly following along.

He didn't raise his head until the last merchant who had fled the street was pinned to the wall by a sword from his mirror image.

He pointed to the huge, round stone building at the end of the street, his tone still calm and respectful.

"Master, that's the arena. The remnants of the city gather there to pass the time. There are at least three or four hundred people there."

Lin Mo looked in the direction he was pointing.

The arena's appearance was exactly the same as the Great Arena of the Holy Ancient Empire.

The circular stone wall is towering, covered with reliefs of holy light runes. At the entrance stand two stone angel sculptures, their six wings spread, and their holy swords crossed above the entrance.

A cacophony of cheers and laughter erupted from inside the arena, along with a low growl like that of a wild beast and a few faint, almost drowned-out screams.

……

Inside the arena.

There were about three or four hundred people sitting in the stands. They were dressed in fine clothes, silk robes, leather armor, and paladin's uniforms. Some were holding wine glasses, some were eating melon seeds, some were joking with their servants, and some were leaning on the railings whistling into the stadium.

On the sandy ground of the arena, several ragged islanders were being chased by a giant golem whose body was engulfed in golden holy light.

The puppet had four arms, each end of which was attached to a huge holy scimitar. The wind generated by the scimitar when it was swung carved deep furrows in the sand.

Several islanders ran, rolled, and dodged desperately on the sand, but the sand was plowed and riddled with holes by the wind, and every time they fell, they would get a new wound on their bodies.

The audience in the stands were thoroughly enjoying the show.

"Run faster! Run faster! Left, left—ouch, you almost got hit!"

"This batch of slaves is no good; they're already panting after just a few laps."

"That tall, skinny guy is alright; he dodged three stabs just now—I bet he'll live another incense stick's time!"

"Which island did you capture these slaves from? The quality is poor. Next time, have the patrol team capture them from a more distant place."

……

When Lin Mo walked in through the main entrance of the arena, the people in the stands didn't even notice him.

It wasn't until he walked to the very center of the sand and stood between the Holy Light Golem and the islanders that anyone noticed there was an extra person on the field.

"Who's that? A new player?"

"What are you wearing? All black."

"Who captured this? Judging by its build, it doesn't seem to have any fighting ability. It would probably be gone in one strike."

"Haha, probably some unlucky kid that some adult just grabbed off the street and threw in to make up the numbers."

……

A plump old man in a red robe sat up straight on the soft couch, squinted at Lin Mo, and then waved his hand impatiently.

"Alright, alright, stop wasting time, just chop him up too."