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

"Tell me everything you know."

Lin Mo's icy voice rang out.

The driver knelt on the ground, his hands bracing against the asphalt, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He struggled to focus his cloudy eyes on Lin Mo's face.

His lips moved several times, but the sounds he made were dry and hoarse.

"I...I don't know what happened. I was driving home from work when I was suddenly grabbed and brought here. I really don't know where I am, I don't know anything..."

His speech became faster and faster, as if he were reciting a prepared speech, with the last syllable of each word slurring.

Gao Tiantian jumped off the hood of the tank at some point and walked barefoot behind Lin Mo.

Two translucent little hands gripped the hem of his black robe, half of her face was hidden behind his waist, and one eye peeked out as she secretly and quietly watched the man kneeling on the ground.

She didn't speak, she just looked.

Lin Mo's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly; he could sense that this guy wasn't telling the truth.

The black sword was drawn from its sheath, and the tip was slowly pressed against the driver's neck.

I don't have the patience to listen to your lies.

The driver was so frightened that he shrank back, landing on his back. He braced himself with his hands on the ground and kicked several times before tripping over a crack in the road and falling to the ground in a disheveled state.

The goddess of judgment floated forward a few steps from behind Lin Mo.

The God of War stood beside the judgment with his arms crossed.

He and the trial both saw it.

This man's reaction is very strange.

A vessel filled with anger for countless years should be empty once its outer shell is removed.

But this person clearly has his own consciousness and his own memories.

Moreover, the tone of his voice when he said that was clearly off; anyone with a little spiritual power could tell, let alone the two gods.

"I'll talk... I'll talk!"

The driver's gaze darted back and forth between the tip of the black sword and the two semi-transparent divine souls before him, until he finally broke down.

"I...I wasn't arrested on my way home from get off work. I was arrested while I was serving my sentence in prison. I was getting food in the cafeteria that day when suddenly a light appeared, and then I knew nothing more. When I woke up, I was on that vehicle, and I couldn't get off no matter what I did..."

"Serving a prison sentence? What law did you break?"

The goddess of judgment narrowed her eyes; as the goddess of judgment, she was more interested in this matter.

The driver's Adam's apple bobbed violently once.

His eyes quickly swept over Gao Tiantian, whose face was partially visible behind Lin Mo, before quickly looking away, his lips trembling.

"I...I was in a car accident. Someone ran a red light, and I couldn't brake in time, so I...I hit that person. The judge said I was speeding and convicted me of manslaughter, so...I went to jail."

Lin Mo thrust the sword forward, its blade brushing against the skin of his neck.

"I've been drinking!"

The driver shuddered, his voice suddenly rising and cracking.

"I drank and drove! I hit and killed a little girl! She was waiting at a traffic light when I hit her! I... I also fled the scene! I got ten years! I've confessed everything... I've confessed everything! Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me..."

The judge frowned: "Only ten years? That's too lenient."

The God of War frowned and scratched his head: "It doesn't make sense. Gao Yang went to all that trouble to cross the world barrier and capture a prisoner, just to stuff him into a war chariot as the main body for a blood-crushing attack? This guy can't even touch the edge of a god, what is Gao Yang after? For his drunk driving? For his hit-and-run?"

The Goddess of Judgment turned around and punched the God of War on the forehead.

The spirit's fist passed through his silvery-white light filament with a slight hum.

The God of War clutched his helmet and cried out in pain.

The judge withdrew his fist, his tone as cold as if he were delivering a verdict.

"Are you stupid? I understand everything."

She pointed to the driver kneeling on the ground, trembling.

"He is the murderer who killed Gao Tiantian. Gao Yang also felt that ten years was too lenient, so he captured him and locked him in the war chariot, making him unable to escape for three thousand years under the infusion of the law of rage. That war chariot is Gao Yang's rage itself. This guy is just a prisoner who is tied to the driver's seat and responsible for stepping on the gas pedal."

Lin Mo nodded.

This deduction is basically consistent with his own guess.

All the ferocity, bloodlust, and fanaticism for crushing in Blood Crush are driven by the chariot's own law of fury.

But the driver's fear, confusion, and instinct to lie were his own.

Gao Yang did not erase his consciousness, but instead allowed him to be consumed by rage for three thousand years in a fully conscious state.

Every time he hits someone, it's out of anger, but he has to watch it happen and keep his hands on the steering wheel.

Just then, the driver suddenly clutched his head with both hands and let out a piercing scream that was almost inhuman.

"Ugh!"

His body arched violently, his forehead slamming into the asphalt, his fingers digging into his hair as if he wanted to tear his scalp off.

Three thousand years.

He was imprisoned in a chariot for three thousand years as a blood-crushing force.

Every time you step on the gas pedal.

Each time the rammed head rolls over the flesh and blood of innocent people.

Every time I hear bones shattering and screams of agony, I feel a deep sense of loss.

……

All the memories he had deliberately suppressed flooded into his mind at this moment.

He drove his tank madly, crashing into everything in his path. He remembered that he had once been a human being, he remembered why he had been arrested, and he remembered that he had fled while driving under the influence.

Then, in the next instant, the law of rage filled his consciousness again, and he became that monster who could only laugh wildly and crush everything.

He couldn't count how many times this cycle had repeated itself over the past three thousand years.

His screams echoed through the streets, piercing, distorted, and unrestrained, as if he were pouring out all the pain that had been suppressed for three thousand years.

Lin Mo frowned; this guy was too noisy.

The black sword traced a dark blue arc, cleanly and swiftly slicing open his throat.

Where the sword passed, skin split open, and blood spurted out.

Then the wound healed the instant the sword left.

The skin reattached, the blood vessels reconnected, and even the blood splattered on the ground flowed back into the wound and disappeared.

His scream was interrupted for a moment, then resumed, as if he had never been struck by that sword.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

The goddess of judgment immediately closed her eyes and probed into the depths of the driver's soul.

She opened her eyes again after a few breaths.

"This guy has had a law of immortality implanted in his body. His cells are locked in a 'living' state at the level of the law. No matter what damage he suffers, he will instantly return to his original state. Disease, aging, and external damage are all ineffective. Gao Yang wants to keep him here forever."

She withdrew her senses and added a sentence in a very low voice.

"The Law of Immortality is not Gao Yang's own power. The amount of essence required to implant it into a mortal body is extremely large. He is willing to pay such a high price in order to punish this person."

Lin Mo snorted coldly.

In order to punish a driver who caused an accident, Gao Yang spent three thousand years, consumed his original laws, specially built a floating island, and extracted his anger to make a cage.

This is no longer punishment; this is obsession.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly caught a strange glimpse out of the corner of his eye.

On the still-burning tank, a display screen suddenly lit up.

The content on the display screen is projected directly onto the front of the tank.

The scene depicts an endless, dark void, in which floats a throne made of twilight stone.

A figure sat on the throne, his back to the throne.

Lin Mo recognized the figure from behind at a glance.

Gaoyang.