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

A border fortress of the human empire, in the wilderness.

The elder of the Stone Skin Clan, who had recently been promoted to demigod, stood on a low, barren hill.

The dark gold defensive patterns shimmered with a heavy, cold luster under the midday sun.

Behind him stood fifty elite warriors of the Stone Skin Clan, each one like a silent granite statue.

Not far away, orc wolf riders paced uneasily across the wasteland, while level 90 wolf warriors patrolled with their followers.

Besides these, there were other races and monsters whose names I don't know wandering around, but not one of them sounded the charge.

Beside the Stone Skin Clan elder, a level 90 peak Stone Skin Clan warrior leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Elder, how much longer do we have to wait?"

The demigod elder did not answer.

Another Stoneskin warrior squatted to the side, his expression as if he were constipated, and mumbled something.

"The old man absolutely refuses to send troops, and we all sneaked out. If Lin Mo really isn't dead..."

The Stone Skin Clan elder interrupted him: "Shut up."

But his fingers unconsciously gripped the handle of the warhammer, the defensive patterns on his knuckles layering up thicker than ever before.

……

The realm of gods, outside the stone gate at dusk.

The young divine messenger stared at the dark mass of troops in the light screen, his brows furrowed.

"These people don't seem to dare to make any rash moves. They've been lying in wait on the border for half a day, and not a single one has launched an attack."

The old divine messenger smiled slightly and gently tapped the light screen with his hand.

"Then let's add fuel to the fire."

The scene on the light screen suddenly shifted back to the moss-covered basement.

The remaining Gaoyang believers were still kneeling before the altar, the candles had burned down to their last bit, and the leader raised his hands above his head, his voice hoarse from shouting but still refusing to stop.

The old divine messenger extended his index finger and gently tapped the basement in the light screen.

A beam of holy light suddenly shot down from the sky.

A pure golden beam of light pierced through the soil and rocks above the basement, illuminating the entire basement as if it were daytime.

At the very center of the pillar of light, a complete diagram of a summoning array slowly unfolded before the believers.

Each rune was so clear it looked as if it had been directly branded into their retinas with gold paint.

The man in the lead stared wide-eyed, tears rolling down the edges of his dry, cracked eyes, his voice trembling so much he could barely utter a complete sentence.

"God...the divine being has answered us! He has answered us!"

He lunged forward to the summoning circle, his trembling fingers tracing the golden runes.

The others kept muttering, "We can still be saved," "The gods haven't given up yet," and "Summon the hero to reach the Demon King Lin Mo."

And that beam of light illuminated more than just the basement.

It pierced through the entire underground, soaring into the sky from the surface of the wasteland, leaving an extremely eye-catching and dazzling golden trail in the midday sky.

Everyone within a hundred miles could see this streak of light.

On the barren hills, the Stone Skin Clan elder stared intently at the holy light soaring into the sky, his dark golden pupils reflecting the ever-brightening golden streak.

His fingers clenched and unclenched on the handle of the warhammer, clenched and unclenched again, until finally he raised the warhammer with a mighty roar and looked up.

"The divine realm has descended with holy light—Lin Mo is dead, and that's it! Stone-skinned Clan, charge!"

Fifty elite Stone Skin Clan warriors behind him erupted simultaneously.

The wolf warriors seemed to have received the signal as well, and simultaneously mounted the wolves.

Orc stragglers surged out from behind the hills, with several level 80 human rebels following at the rear, charging toward the fortress walls with their weapons in hand.

This is an army powerful enough to make the continent tremble.

However, just as they were about to approach the border fortress, a giant axe flew out from the fortress wall.

The axe spun in the air, carrying with it a demigod-level gale of law, and the space itself was torn apart by the axe blade.

It spun and crashed into the front of the charging column, sending the first row of Stoneskin warriors flying, armor and all.

At the same time, a deep trench, tens of feet long, was plowed out of the wasteland.

Hunter Axe leaped down from the city wall, caught the giant axe that swirled back with one hand, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and stood in front of the fortress's main gate, a very impatient smile on his rugged face.

"I'm still alive. If you bunch of bastards want to get in, you'll have to ask this axe for permission first."

Before the words were finished, another figure flew out from the fortress wall.

It was a man with pure white wings on his back and wearing white armor.

His body was radiating a dazzling holy light, and when his wings were spread, the holy light poured down from the tips of his wings like a waterfall.

His eyes held a sharpness and silence that only comes from being honed for too long.

"It's Long Feiyu! The hero who wished for an angel! Didn't he go into seclusion after breaking through to demigod status? How come he's in the human empire's fortress?"

A level 90 wolf warrior looked up at the white figure, his voice shrill and cracking.

The other human rebel general next to him turned pale, and his lips moved several times before he managed to squeeze out an answer through clenched teeth.

"You forgot? In the video Lin Mo released before, the church people killed a baby that was the child of a hero and an angel. Who else could that baby be? It was Long Feiyu's child!"

With a sudden flap of his white wings in the sunlight, Long Feiyu crashed into the densest part of the enemy formation like a meteorite.

The holy light exploded from the point of impact, creating a blinding shockwave that blasted away seven or eight elite Stone-Skinned Clan soldiers nearby.

The sudden appearance of two demigods turned the tide of the battle almost entirely on one side.

The human empire didn't even send any soldiers; those soldiers remained in the fortress to hold their ground.

The Stone-Skinned Clan's newly promoted demigod was entangled by the Hunter's Axe, and his defensive patterns peeled away layer by layer under the giant axe's continuous bombardment.

Long Feiyu rampaged through the group of level 90 warriors, blasting away a row of enemies with each burst of holy light.

The allied forces of various ethnic groups, who were shouting "Lin Mo is dead" just minutes before, now scattered and fled like punctured balloons.

……

Far in the heart of the capital, Lai Hu pushed open the gate of He Yuan's courtyard, his military boots clattering on the stone pavement.

He had just returned from the front lines, his armor still bearing the dust and sand of the wasteland, and his tiger-like eyes gleamed with undisguised anticipation.

"I heard you wanted to see me! Are you going to send me to lead troops? The Hunter Axe and Long Feiyu are already fighting at the front. You transferred me back from the front just to have me stay in the capital?"

Lai Hu slammed his hand on the tea table in front of He Yuan, making the teacups rattle.

He Yuan had a stack of unfinished military supply ledgers spread out in front of him. He put down his pen and looked up at Lai Hu.

"You need to do something more important."

Laihu was taken aback: "More important things? Is there anything more important than the border war right now?"

He Yuan's tone became more somber as he spoke.

"Go to the rift with our elven friends and bring back His Majesty's body... at any cost."