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

Lin Mo summoned the imperial elites brought by Lai Hu, the star elf array masters, the merman warriors of the Siren chieftain, and all the soul army that followed him in the rift to the void around the small wooden building.

The goblin airship's engines were already warming up, and the gold tooth emblem on the airbags gleamed faintly in the dim light.

The figure of the Space God had vanished, leaving only a faint trace of the spatial laws lingering above the dining table.

Everyone was busy checking equipment, counting heads, and moving supplies scavenged from Sweet Island.

The judge and the god of war stood outside the small wooden building.

The judge lowered his voice, his gray eyes glancing at Laihu, who was directing the airship's movements in the distance, before turning to the God of War. His expression remained as calm as ever, but his speech was much faster than usual.

"Shall we go together?"

The God of War paused for a moment, his silvery-white stubble trembling slightly. He subconsciously glanced back at the hazy void behind him, then looked at Judgment, lowering his rough voice.

"Gods can't easily leave the divine realm, can they? This is a rule established at the beginning of creation—the divine realm has three levels, each with its own responsibilities. A powerful being like the Space God can leave at will, but for someone of our level, isn't it inappropriate to just walk away?"

The judge glanced at him, a hint of disappointment flashing in his gray eyes.

"The Lord of Space will be resurrected. What will he do after his resurrection?"

The God of War thought for a moment and answered uncertainly.

"Rebuild the entire divine realm?"

The judge nodded, his tone calm and resolute.

"Then who do you think he'll send to move the stones? Besides the two of us, who else among the gods still able to move in this crack could possibly be?"

The God of War's pupils contracted.

Lin Mo had basically killed all the gods at the dust level; those who were still able to move could barely lift a brick.

At that time, I and the judge will be the biggest laborers.

He could already picture himself using an axe to carve open the floating island, rebuild it, and then judge the reconstruction project.

Thinking of this, the God of War's lips twitched visibly.

He grabbed the judge's sleeve, his voice low but his tone extremely firm.

"Let's go. We have to go. You're right. Let whoever wants to be a laborer do it. I've never laid a single brick in my life."

The judge, unusually, even displayed a smile that suggested the child was teachable.

At this moment, Yin Xue flew over from behind the two of them, its small wings flapping lightly. Its scarlet eyes darted back and forth between Judgment and War God, and it tilted its head to ask.

"What are you two talking about?"

The God of War was startled by her; his silvery-white soul light shimmered for a moment. He quickly loosened his sleeves, coughed twice, and crossed his thick arms to look away.

Without changing his expression, Judge raised his hand, opened his palm, and showed Yin Xue the stone engraved with a unique summoning circle and the badly worn old black sword, his tone returning to its usual calm.

"We're discussing what to take with us. These two things can't be left in the crack."

Yin Xue glanced at the patterns on the stone and immediately recognized it as the improved summoning array that the Space God Lord had previously brought out.

She nodded, and her wings flapped a few times faster than usual.

"This thing should definitely be taken away. The improved magic array that the old man in the space mentioned might really come in handy in the future. Even if Lin Mo doesn't use it to summon heroes, the prophecy alone is enough to keep us studying it for a while."

She glanced again at the old, badly worn black sword. The eerie blue soul light on the blade had dimmed to the point of being almost transparent, but the dents on the hilt, worn from countless grips, were still clearly visible.

Yin Xue flicked the sword with his finger, producing a very faint hum.

"This sword, too, although it's dull, has once contained so many souls, and the material itself is top-notch. If we take it back and have the dwarves reforge it, maybe they can forge something new."

It's highly likely that this crack will never return, so we must take everything of value with us.

Just then.

"Your Majesty! Everyone is here!"

Laihu flew back from the front of the group on his flying monster, which he had captured from who-knows-where.

The monster's wing membranes flapped loudly in the void. He gripped the reins in one hand and waved his spear at Lin Mo in the other, his tiger eyes gleaming with undisguised anticipation. His voice was loud enough for the entire airship formation to hear.

"The entire Third Legion of the Empire is present! All Star Elf Array Masters are present! All Merfolk Warriors are present! The airship formation is ready and can depart at any time!"

Lin Mo nodded.

He stood at the entrance of the small wooden building, shifting his gaze from Laihu's excited, somewhat foolish face to the team in front of him, composed of imperial elites, elven array masters, mermaid warriors, and countless soul beings.

Hundreds of humans and tens of thousands of souls were crammed into the void.

The goblin airship's airbags were bulging full, and Laihu's monster mount was restlessly scratching at the void with its claws.

The Star Elf King and Queen stood side by side beside the airship's gangway and nodded slightly to him.

Mianmian nestled on Lin Mo's shoulder and fell asleep, clutching Lin Mo's phone.

Gao Tiantian stood beside Lin Mo, her eyes still looking so innocent.

The Judgement and the God of War stood side by side beside the Black Sword, and even the remaining souls of the sweet-tooth elves lined up quietly to wait.

Then he turned around and took one last look at the cracked space behind him.

A hazy void, floating island ruins, the distant ruins of a sweet kingdom still slowly scattering sugar dust, and the cobblestone tombstone of Gao Yang's parents next to the small wooden house.

We've done almost everything we needed to do; the only regret is that we haven't found the God of Slaughter.

However, there are other methods.

As long as the existing killing rules are further refined, there is still a chance to kill Gao Yang.

The Space God also said that the God of Slaughter was hiding very deep, and even Gao Yang couldn't find him. Continuing to waste time here would only be a waste of time.

Moreover, what Lin Mo wants to do most now, or rather, what he has always wanted to do most, is not to kill Gao Yang.

Instead, they went home.

According to his calculations, the level before entering the rift was 97.

Kill the Blood Crusher and level up.

Defeat Huanyu and level up.

Benevolence left behind that blessed crystal, and it rose to another level.

I'm currently at level 100.

According to Yin Xue, as long as they return to the mainland and use the formation that summons the hero to establish a connection with Earth in reverse, they can return to Earth.

Go back to see your parents and reunite with them, send the soul of Zhou Yue back to his hometown, and settle the souls of Tian Tian and her family.

This is what he wants to do most right now.

He withdrew his gaze, flipped onto the manta ray, his black sword hanging at his waist, his black robe fluttering slightly in the wind stirred up by the airship's engine.

His tone remained calm when he spoke, but every word betrayed an barely suppressed excitement: "Let's go."