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

"Hey! New skinny guy, don't just stand there!"

"Either fight or run! What did you bring here for!?"

"He's still an idiot, I'm truly speechless."

……

The veterans standing at the edge of the ring kept urging him on.

Lin Mo didn't even glance at him.

He placed his right hand on the hilt of the black sword and made a thought.

The souls of nine demigod dragons soared into the sky from the black sword, their wings unfurling above the arena and obscuring the light of the Holy Light Golem.

The tentacles of the Thousand-Eyed Sea Demon emerged from the void, coiling around the stone pillars at the edge of the stands. Its gray-white eyes opened simultaneously, staring at every laughing face on the stands.

More than two thousand ghostly scouts silently poured in from behind the stands, surrounding the entire arena.

The laughter, the crackling of sunflower seeds, and the clinking of glasses all stopped abruptly at the same moment.

Then, the massacre began.

Screams erupted from the stands.

Lin Mo's figure appeared simultaneously in various parts of the arena.

Nine mirror images plus the original body, nine black swords wielded simultaneously.

With each sword strike, a "hero" is beheaded, their soul absorbed into the black sword, and the interrogation is completed automatically the moment the soul enters the sword.

Every meritorious official who was killed became Lin Mo's source of intelligence immediately after his death.

They will tell Lin Mo the location of the imprisoned god without reservation.

The islanders on the sand stood there dumbfounded, not yet realizing what had happened.

They watched as those arrogant "gentlemen" in the stands were beheaded one by one with a single sword stroke.

The expression on his face changed from bewilderment to shock, and from shock to fear.

"What are you standing there for! Stop him!"

A veteran who hadn't been killed yet was screaming at them from the stands, his voice sharp and distorted, veins bulging on his neck.

"You slaves! Stop him! That's an order!"

The other knight, who was being held down by the ghost, struggled desperately and roared at them, spitting out saliva.

"Your master commands you! Kill this man! Whoever kills him will be free! Truly free! I swear! I swear in the name of the Holy Light!"

The islanders were stunned for a moment.

Then, they moved.

The first person to rush forward was a middle-aged woman.

She wore a tattered linen dress that barely covered her body, her bare shoulders covered with whip marks and old scars, her bare feet on the sand, and a stone she had picked up from the sand clutched in her hand.

Tears streamed from her eyes, and her lips trembled, but she still charged at Lin Mo, stone in hand.

"I'm sorry, you're a good person! But my child is still in their hands! If I don't kill you, they'll kill my child!"

She cried and shouted.

A burly man followed closely behind, picking up a fragment of the scimitar that the Holy Light Golem had dropped from the ground.

Blood streamed down his face from the sharp edges of the shards, but he gripped the broken blade tightly and slashed at Lin Mo, his voice hoarse and desperate.

"We dare not rebel against those lords! We've lived under their rule for years, and we know what the consequences of resistance will be. They will kill our entire family and burn our village down with the sacred fire! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! This is the only thing we can do!"

A thin little boy circled around to Lin Mo's back from the side.

He looked to be only about fifteen or sixteen years old.

He was so thin that his ribs protruded, and he wore a smaller version of the Holy Light Collar around his neck.

There were no tears, no hesitation, only an almost fanatical persistence in his eyes.

He gripped a sharpened piece of wood in his hand and thrust it with all his might into Lin Mo's lower back, shouting as he did so.

"Killing you would be a great achievement! Then I could leave this wretched place!"

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't pity, it was just simple annoyance.

He lightly pushed off the ground with his heels, and his entire body appeared on top of the arena's city wall.

He stood atop the tallest stone pillar, his black robe fluttering in the wind, with Mianmian, still asleep, nestled against his shoulder.

The ten mirror images simultaneously retreated into his body, the ghost army stopped its slaughter, and the nine giant dragons folded their wings and landed behind him.

He glanced down at the islanders still waving stones and sticks on the sand, his eyes as calm as if he were watching a group of ants fighting each other.

Then he turned and walked out of the arena.

The islanders on the sand were stunned.

The stone in the woman's hand fell to the ground and hit the back of her foot, but she didn't feel any pain.

The burly man lowered his hand holding the blade, staring at Lin Mo's retreating figure, his lips moving but unable to utter a word.

The little boy gripped the sharpened piece of wood, his eyes wide, unsure whether to continue charging forward or drop it and run away.

"What does this mean?"

"That's it?"

"He killed all those lords, but not us... Does that mean we're saved?"

……

An old man raised his head, his cloudy eyes gazing at the gray sky above.

His eyes widened and widened until they became rounder and rounder, and then his whole body began to tremble violently.

He stretched out his withered finger, pointed to the sky, and his voice was so shrill it cracked.

"No...no! Look up!"

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Above the arena, the hazy gray sky had been replaced by a huge, eerie green light.

A meteorite large enough to cover half the city is slowly descending.

The meteorite's surface was covered with countless faces of tormented and devout souls, and the eerie green light made the entire Holy Emblem Island appear as if it were immersed in the deep sea.

The Soul Corrosion Realm was something Lin Mo casually tossed aside before leaving the arena.

The meteorite's power was passively amplified by the Law of Proliferation, quadrupling its coverage area.

The arena, the main street, the church... half of Saint Emblem Island was within the impact zone of the meteorite.

The islanders stood on the sand, looking up at the ever-growing, eerie green meteorite.

Their faces showed only despair.

"What benefactor? He's here to persecute us too!"

"I knew it! He might as well not have come at all!"

"I should have done it sooner!"

……

In their final moments, the group blamed all their misfortunes on the black-robed man who had suddenly appeared.

If it weren't for him, I could still be alive here.

He came, but he will die instead.

The middle-aged woman closed her eyes.

The burly man's mouth was open, and he forgot to close it.

The little boy, clutching the piece of wood in his hand, suddenly found it quite ridiculous.

A pale green meteorite fell.

The entire island of Holy Emblem collapsed inwards from the very center, and buildings, streets, corpses, the Holy Light Cross... were all swallowed up by the eerie green light.

Lin Mo did not turn around.

He walked on the edge of the floating island at the other end of the Holy Emblem Island, with the city slowly collapsing behind him. The land of soul corruption had already covered the entire floating island.

Samu followed silently behind him.

The goddess of judgment floated beside his shoulder.

Even Lian Mianmian was startled by the large-scale fluctuation of the laws and opened one eye.

She mumbled sleepily, "Daddy's so noisy," and then closed her eyes again to continue sleeping.

Lin Mo had only two comments on the act of slaughtering everyone in a small town.

"Serves you right."