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

Lin Mo took a deep breath and slowly suppressed the remaining killing intent surging in his chest.

He looked down at the divine essence crystal in his hand, the golden law patterns inside the crystal slowly flowing.

The power contained in this crystal is not Gao Yang's power.

Rather, it was some kind of ancient and unfamiliar aura, probably the scraps left over after Gao Yang refined them.

"Once this is refined, I can go find the third guard."

He spoke calmly, already mentally planning his next course of action.

"Wait a minute."

Yin Xue flew up to him and slapped him on the forehead. The force wasn't strong, but the sound was as crisp as if he had knocked on a ripe watermelon.

"You're planning to refine it right here? There's a spatial rift you just created right next to us. Do you think you're too tough and want some excitement?"

Lin Mo frowned and looked around.

The remnants of the shattered Island of Indulgence floated in the void, and silvery-white debris was still slowly emanating from the spatial rift in the distance. With no obstructions around, it was indeed not a suitable place to stop and refine crystals.

"Otherwise what?"

Yin Xue rubbed his forehead, his little wings flapping weakly, and he spun around in the air as if accusing the heavens of how idiotic this person was.

Then she pointed with one finger to a small floating island not far away, floating in the void.

On the island, there is a building with a crooked sign hanging on it, with a few large, crooked characters in Common.

Huanzhong Hotel.

"Go there and rest for a while, and find out what the enemy's capabilities are. Otherwise, you'll end up like this time, crashing into their territory, getting locked up, tied up, and almost beheaded in public. You'll be the one who suffers."

As she spoke the last few words, the frequency of her wing flapping increased noticeably by three points.

Lin Mo frowned and hesitated.

"Stop thinking about it and let's go."

Regardless of whether he wanted to or not, Yin Xue flew directly behind him, grabbed the cuffs of his black robe with her two small hands, and frantically flapped her little wings, pulling him toward the restaurant.

"If it weren't for me, you would have died from exhaustion countless times over."

Her strength was negligible in front of Lin Mo, but after being pulled along by her for a few steps, the expression on Lin Mo's face changed from indifference to helplessness.

He finally sighed and let her pull him toward the floating island.

The God of War, carrying the Soul Battle Axe, floated behind, his silvery-white stubble trembling slightly. He watched as the palm-sized Yin Xue dragged a human with a sword capable of cleaving space towards the restaurant, and his lips twitched several times.

"Judgment, you mean Lin Mo is usually kept in check by this little brat?"

The goddess of judgment floated beside him, a rare hint of amusement flashing in her gray eyes. Her tone remained calm, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"This is taking care of her. It's obvious that without her, Lin Mo wouldn't even know when he should rest."

Mianmian lay on Lin Mo's head, its eight black eyes shining brightly, its two front paws excitedly scratching at Lin Mo's forehead, and it had already started muttering to itself.

"Restaurant! Restaurant! There's food! Mianmian wants braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, roast whole lamb, and that yellow, stretchy pancake."

……

Outside the crack.

News of the destruction of the Holy Kingdom and the uprooting of the Papacy had already spread to every inch of the continent.

The Vampire Castle, Dracula's study.

Dracula IV slumped on the sofa, still swirling the wine glass he never parted with, but the wine in the glass had already been replaced three times.

Sitting opposite him were three vampire elders who had just returned from the wasteland, who were spreading out a detailed report on the orcs' re-establishment of territory in the wasteland on the coffee table.

One of the young and ambitious elders pointed to several areas circled in red on the map, his tone tinged with resentment.

"Count, the orcs have begun to build new tribal territories in the northern part of the wasteland. Our vampires have been operating in the wasteland for hundreds of years, and they have now taken over most of the hunting grounds we originally occupied. Should we send a few blood bat legions there?"

Dracula slammed his glass down on the coffee table, the bottom of the glass making a crisp sound as it hit the marble surface.

He still spoke in that same lazy tone he never used before, but there was a chill in his voice than usual.

"You send people to fight the orcs, and the orcs will fight the humans. The humans will go after Lin Mo. Lin Mo will come after you—have you forgotten how Hong Yuan died? Eight demigod dragons, all wiped out. Do you think your neck is harder than dragon scales?"

The young elder awkwardly shut his mouth.

Dracula leaned back on the sofa, swirled his wine glass, and watched the dark red liquid ripple slightly in the candlelight, his tone returning to its usual languidness.

"Lin Mo is not here, but his ghost army is still patrolling the wasteland. 100,000 ghosts, working day and night, without food or pay. Let's just be honest. With Lin Mo here, no one can cause any trouble."

……

Orcish Plains, Tribal Assembly.

Sag sat in front of the campfire, leaning on his bone cane, his aged face flickering in and out of the light from the leaping flames.

He was surrounded by a dozen tribal chiefs, each with a bone fragment engraved with a totem in front of them, representing their respective tribe's stance.

A young wolf chieftain suddenly stood up, smashing the bone fragments in front of him in two with his claws, his voice rough and violent.

"Elder Sag! Are we just going to stand by and watch the human empire expand across the wasteland?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the others also rushed to express their dissatisfaction.

"In the past, might made the most of the men in the wasteland. Now, it's all messed up—a bunch of dead people drawing up territory for the living. What kind of rule is this?!"

"The human empire has absorbed the dragons, elves, star elves, and merfolk, and now even the goblin trading guild has signed an exclusive sales agreement. Our orc tribe fought for half a day, and apart from not being wiped out, we gained nothing."

"When did this vast wasteland become a place where humans call the shots?!"

……

Sager coldly surveyed everyone present.

"Lin Mo slaughtered demigods in the Elf Forest right before the eyes of all the demigods on the continent. Who among you wants to be next?"

No one answered.

Sager placed his bone staff back on the ground and closed his eyes: "If you're too scared to fight, then don't complain. I know you look down on humans, but now... all of you better stay out of trouble!"

His voice silenced everyone.

However, a few tribal leaders still showed resentment in their eyes.

……

Goblin Kingdom, Merchant Guild Headquarters.

Golden Tooth Gru had been turning the beads on his abacus late into the night.

A thick stack of account books lay open in front of him.

The document contains a detailed list of supplies provided by the Goblin Merchant Guild during the Allied Forces' attack on the Holy Tower Kingdom, as well as the debt situation of various races after the war.

There were also reports of several goblins conspiring to swindle human merchants.

His expression was grim.

"These people are uncontrollable."

He then put the ledgers away and rubbed his sore eyes.

The tone of his voice was heavy.

"I've said it before: you can't make people submit by strength alone. The mainland is about to descend into chaos."