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

After getting a general idea of ​​the map's information, the clone folded it up and stuffed it into the inner lapel of his black robe before disappearing without looking back.

The survivors in the lobby looked at each other in bewilderment.

The young woman maintained the pose of deliberately exposing her shoulder, her flirtatious smile frozen on her face.

The middle-aged man's outstretched hand, which he wanted to use to stop the other man, remained suspended in mid-air. His lips moved for a long time, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.

The old man sighed, bent down to pick up the scattered cans from the ground, and rearranged them one by one.

……

On the rooftop, the main body simultaneously observes all of this through its clone.

A moment later, the clone returned to the rooftop, handed the map to the main body, and then merged into the body as a blur.

Lin Mo unfolded the map, glanced at it, turned around and went downstairs, walking southeast along the street.

The goddess of judgment floated beside him, her gray hair whipped backward by the wind pressure generated by his rapid running.

Why did you suddenly walk in this direction? What was drawn on that piece of paper?

Lin Mo handed her the map, continuing on his way.

"That's a school, and that place is special to Bloodpinch."

The goddess of judgment took the map and examined it carefully.

Mianmian also came over and started analyzing the map to herself.

"Gao Yang's younger sister, Gao Tiantian, was hit and killed by a car in front of a school. The blood was the emotional entity that Gao Yang was stripped of from his anger towards the driver who caused the accident. If he was unwilling to go near a high school, it could only be because that high school was where Gao Tiantian had the accident."

A knowing glint flashed in the judge's grey eyes.

By this time, Lin Mo had already crossed most of the city when suddenly, the roar of an engine exploded from the street corner ahead.

The roar was deeper and heavier, carrying a kind of absolute and tyrannical howl that crushed everything.

The ground trembled slightly, and the shattered windows on both sides of the street rattled from the sound waves.

Suddenly, the exterior wall of the abandoned department store on the street corner exploded in the middle, the concrete ground was smashed, and a tank crashed through the entire building from the other end amidst flying bricks and stones.

This is the real war machine.

A chariot crushed by blood.

It's not like those cobbled-together, shabby modifications that the underlings make.

This tank is at least ten times the size of an ordinary tank! It's like a small mountain!

The chassis was heavy and the entire body was made up of various weapons: spears, short swords, daggers, arrows... Every one of these weapons exuded the power of laws, and these were actually divine artifacts!

The front of the car is equipped with a row of thick metal rams, each as thick as an adult's arm.

The ram's end is blunt, designed to knock you down first, then crush you with the blunt angle, breaking your bones one by one and grinding your flesh layer by layer, making your death excruciatingly painful.

The man in the driver's seat was tall and shirtless, with blood-red skin and bulging muscles.

The driver's cab was filled with countless bottles of liquor.

He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, each of his ten short, thick fingers adorned with a different style of metal ring.

The ring was engraved with large, crooked characters such as "death," "crush," and "kill."

"I can smell it!"

Blood Nian poked half of his bald head out of the car window, his face full of fat scrunched up, and his voice was so rough and hoarse it sounded like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

"A fresh smell...it's not from this island, it's from outside! Hahaha! It's been so long since any outsiders have come and bumped into me!"

He jerked the steering wheel, and the vehicle drifted erratically, crashing into a tall building and collapsing it.

Blood-Nerve's eyes swept over the black sword in Lin Mo's hand, and the fat on his face clenched even tighter, it was hard to tell whether he was laughing or angry.

"That sword... Haha! Now my car body has another part!"

He slammed on the gas pedal, and the tank roared as it charged toward Lin Mo, the asphalt road shattering inch by inch where the metal wheels rolled over it.

"It's the Blood Crusher! He's gotten even stronger! These divine artifacts... how many gods has he defeated..."

The judge said somewhat flusteredly.

Lin Mo frowned, watching the approaching chariots, but he chose not to confront them head-on.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and dodged to the side like a black shadow.

The chariot roared past, grazing the edge of his black robe, and the wind pressure generated by the rammed blasted half of the low building behind him into collapse.

"Hide? You think you can hide?!"

Bloodcrush laughed wildly as he jerked the steering wheel, sending the tank swerving in a brutal arc through the narrow street.

The rear of the car swept past a utility pole, snapping it in half, and then accelerated again.

With a thought, Lin Mo unleashed his evolution skill on his mirror clone. A clone split off from his main body, inheriting fifty percent of his combat power, and stood steadily in the center of the street.

The clone neither dodged nor drew its sword; it simply stood there.

Let the clone test whether that reaction force will be effective against the blood-crushing chariot.

When Bloodmill saw someone standing motionless in the middle of the road, its small eyes flashed with even more excited red light, and it roared at the top of its lungs.

"Fine! You've got guts! I love guys like you who don't dodge! Die!"

The tank crashed into the clone at top speed—Bang!

The clone shattered.

The chariot's obtuse-angled ramming head released countless laws of power the instant it made contact with the clone.

The clone, composed of fifty percent of the combat power, couldn't even withstand a moment against the real Blood Crushing Chariot before turning into countless tiny black specks of light and dissipating into the air.

The reaction force did exist, but it only caused the chariot to pause slightly for a moment before it ran over the spot of light without sustaining any damage.

"Hahaha! A clone?!"

Blood Ninja laughed maniacally as he leaned out of the car window and spat at the shattered points of light, the spittle flying through the light and landing on the asphalt.

"Trying to fool me with a clone? You think I can't run you over? Let me tell you, I'll smash both the clone and the real body! Where are you? Show yourself!"

He turned the steering wheel, the vehicle spun in place, and his two red eyes frantically scanned the buildings on both sides of the street.

The roar of the engine echoed between the buildings, causing shattered windows to fall with a clatter.

But he couldn't find Lin Mo.

Lin Mo left the street the instant his clone shattered.

His speed, having been fused with the laws of more than a dozen native gods, had long since reached a completely different dimension; he was already several streets away.

The roar of the blood-smash machine and the howl of the engine came from afar behind us, growing fainter and fainter until they were finally dispersed by the wind.

The Goddess of Judgment floated beside Lin Mo, glanced back at the still faintly glowing lights of the chariot behind them, and said in a calm tone but a few seconds faster than usual: "That guy is stronger than before."

Lin Mo remained silent, drawing a conclusion based on the perceptions transmitted back by his clone.

If I were hit, the situation wouldn't be much better.

Thinking this, Lin Mo asked the judge, "What are the drawbacks of his intangibility?"

The judge sighed: "Once, a god tried to kill the minions he had blessed and found that as long as they stopped or got off the vehicle, the ethereal form would disappear. But Blood Crusher himself never stops."

Lin Mo frowned and began to think of a solution.

The buildings on both sides of the street began to thin out, and the sound of patrolling tank engines grew farther and farther away.

At the end of the street, a rusty school gate slowly emerged from the mist.

Lin Mo could sense that there were quite a few survivors hiding inside that school.

"I wonder if there's a way to make blood run over the brakes here."