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

The souls of the "heroes" within the black sword were summoned one by one, lining up and kneeling in the void.

In life, they were the eyes and ears of the Vatican planted in this space; after death, their souls were collected into the Black Sword, becoming Lin Mo's map.

A fat merchant spirit pointed southeast and said he had seen a floating island there, the territory of the god of rust.

A tall, thin patrol captain pointed due north and said that the God of Echo was imprisoned on his floating island.

The other old woman's soul trembled and recalled for a long time before uncertainly stating the direction of the god of drought.

Not everyone's memory is reliable.

The soul of a young knight knelt on the ground, racking his brains for a long time, and finally, his face flushed, he stammered, "Your subordinate forgot."

Most people don't actually have their own floating island.

Lin Mo did not waste his time on these useless people.

Those who have forgotten, are unaware of, or given the wrong directions should have their black swords retrieved and kept as fuel for sacrifices.

Those who remember clearly will lead the way; he will be responsible for killing them, and the soul will be responsible for pointing out the next one.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the repeated searching, slaying, and absorbing.

……

That day, Lin Mo landed on a floating island.

This floating island is larger than any I've ever seen before.

It was also covered with a thick, grayish-white fungal carpet that felt soft and spongy underfoot, like stepping on the skin of some giant creature.

Every few steps on the surface of the fungal carpet, a vesicle about half a person's height swells up. The vesicles are translucent, and the outline of some kind of humanoid creature can be vaguely seen curled up inside, like an undeveloped embryo.

The air was filled with a cloyingly sweet, rotten smell, mixed with the odor of over-fermented alcohol.

"A familiar scent."

The voice of judgment rang out beside Lin Mo. She glanced at the island and quickly recalled the corresponding figures from her memory.

"The master of this island is called the God of Corruption, one of the original gods. After being defeated by Gao Yang, he was forced to hand over the power of the law in exchange for the freedom from imprisonment. His ability is corruption. Any matter that comes into contact with him will decay and deteriorate in a short time. Metals will rust, flesh will rot, and souls will decay. He is a god of the same level as me, but he is much stronger than me."

Lin Mo didn't reply, but simply stepped on and crushed a cyst blocking his way.

The moment the cyst ruptured, a spurt of thick, grayish-green pus sprayed out, inside which was a deformed embryo, half-human and half-animal, that was not yet fully formed.

The embryo landed on the fungal carpet and twitched twice, uttering a few muffled moans before quickly decomposing into a pool of black liquid that seeped into the fungal carpet.

The fungal carpet sensed the intruder, and the entire island's grayish-white ground began to undulate.

At the very center of the island, a huge fungal sac slowly unfolded, revealing the obese body hidden inside, dozens of meters tall, resembling a mountain.

The figure was grayish-green all over, covered in pustules from which green fluid oozed.

The fungal carpet on its body is connected to the entire island.

What's most disturbing is his face. His features are constantly rotting and regenerating. His nose collapses as soon as it's corroded by pus, and new cartilage grows back. His lips ulcerate and fall off, and new granulation tissue sprouts.

The entire process takes place simultaneously with the speaking.

"We haven't had any customers in a long time."

The god of corruption grinned, revealing two rows of gray-green teeth that were being hollowed out by decay.

"I smell it... the scent of the soul within that sword, a ghostly green, so beautiful. And that... Judgment behind you? Long time no see, you're still as beautiful as ever. What, after being imprisoned by Gao Yang for thousands of years, has someone finally released you?"

As he uttered the last word, the entire floating island's fungal carpet exploded simultaneously.

Thousands of vesicles ruptured simultaneously, and countless deformed embryos emerged from the pus, emitting piercing screams as they lunged at Lin Mo.

At the same time, the true form of the God of Corruption transformed into a gray-green torrent, carrying a strong force of corruption as it poured directly towards Lin Mo's face.

"That's disgusting."

Lin Mo uttered only three words and slowly plunged the black sword downwards.

The sword tip sank into the pus-filled ground as easily as if it were inserted into tofu.

At the same time, the deformed embryos that rushed towards them froze the moment they touched the edge of the area.

"This is... slaughter! This is the law of slaughter!"

The god of corruption cried out in alarm.

The moment the black sword pierced the island, he felt the power of the law that struck his very soul.

But this is not the most important.

Besides the Law of Slaughter, the various laws that Lin Mo has integrated over the past few days are also playing a role.

First, there is dryness.

The entire floating island shrank instantly, losing moisture at a visible rate, just like skin.

Then comes corrosion.

The area where Lin Mo's sword fell began to turn black rapidly, and rust spots covered the entire floating island at an alarming speed before it gradually collapsed.

"what!"

Corruption let out a miserable scream, and the Echo Law continued to exert its power.

His screams were captured, copied, amplified, and rebounded by some strange force as soon as they escaped his throat.

Countless overlapping screams crashed back and forth in the depths of his own consciousness.

The shock was so great that even his mind began to wander.

And then there are those laws whose names I don't know.

These forces raged and vented across the entire island through the gap created by the black sword.

Lin Mo simply inserted the black sword into the ground, without using any skills or even much strength.

The entire island had already begun to collapse.

The God of Corruption's pupils contracted as he sensed something in that black sword that sent chills down his spine.

He wanted to back out, but it was too late.

"If you weren't a mid-level god, I wouldn't even want to kill you and sully my sword."

Lin Mo's voice came from behind him.

The god of corruption turned around abruptly, and the black sword had already fallen.

The last thing he saw was a red line, which was then completely erased by the law of slaughter.

Unlike the battle of proliferation, this time Lin Mo did not fuse the laws in the soul space.

He merely swung his sword once, and then, deep within his consciousness, fed the Law of Corruption to the Law of Slaughter.

It's not fusion, it's feeding.

The Law of Slaughter has incorporated the characteristics of countless laws; it will now devour itself.

The entire floating island fell silent.

The mycelium began to wither rapidly from the edges to the center, and the grayish-white mycelium broke apart inch by inch, collapsing into pieces of ash-like residue.

All the vesicles shriveled up, and the pus inside seeped into the cracks in the ground, emitting a pungent white smoke.

The Goddess of Judgment stood behind Lin Mo, her gray eyes reflecting the withering floating island. She remained silent for several breaths before speaking.

Her voice remained calm, but her speech was slower than usual, as if she needed extra time to process the scene before her.

"Gods at the level of all living beings have no chance to resist you. With your current strength, you probably don't need to spar with minor gods anymore. Next, you..."

Lin Mo sheathed the black sword, turned and walked toward the edge of the floating island, his pace still unhurried.

"Go find the first guard."