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

Above the continent, the multicolored crack of laws still stretches across the center of the sky.

Like an old scar that has been torn open for too long, has scabbed over but will never heal.

In the desolate jungle directly below the rift, a spatial rift silently opened, and Lin Mo stepped out from it.

Lai Hu and the others followed behind him; he had already retrieved all the soul armies back into his black sword.

He was teleported again, still feeling a bit dizzy, and stood on the gravel ground of the wasteland for a few breaths to catch his breath.

The air on the mainland is completely different from that in the cracks.

He recovered quickly, and the first thing he did was open the properties panel.

Lin Mo's current status

Name: Lin Mo

[Level: 100] (Demigod)

【Physical body: 52707266】

[Agility: 52707266]

【Spirit: 52707266】

Free attribute points: 269450

[Skills: Mirror Image, Double Strike, Steel Sword, Soul Corrosion, Fatal Strike, Evolution, Frenzied Sacrifice, Doomsday, Thousand Eyes Cage]

【Sacred Revelation: Killing Domain】

[Talent: Death in the Arena]

[The laws already mastered: Slaughter, Life, Gravity, Judgment, War, Lightning...]

The power of laws displayed on the panel was densely packed, resembling a short essay.

After all, Lin Mo killed so many gods in the rift.

Before entering the rift, his total attributes had just exceeded one million.

Now it has increased dozens of times, reaching 50 million.

But that doesn't matter, because at Lin Mo's current level, the numbers on the panel can no longer measure his true combat strength.

After devouring a massive amount of divine souls and fragments of laws, the Law of Slaughter's physical strength has surpassed that of most gods.

The attribute panel is a measurement system that Gao Yang applied to the hero using the Holy Light Law, and he has already far surpassed the upper limit of this system.

But the only thing that really matters is that I've broken through level 100.

He has now entered the realm of demigods and is qualified to travel back and forth to Earth regularly.

Yin Xuefei said to him, "I have already built a teleportation array in the palace. As long as you establish a connection with Earth, you can go home, but it may not take too long."

Lin Mo nodded, then identified the direction and headed towards the Human Empire.

Laihu and the others stayed here to reorganize before returning.

Bringing them along will slow us down.

……

At this moment, the battlefield at the border fortress of the human empire was shrouded in smoke for several days.

The number of demigods on the rebel side has increased from one newly promoted Stoneskin Clan demigod at the beginning to three.

The Stone Skin Clan elder's defensive patterns were shattered countless times by the Hunter Axe's giant axe, but each time they shattered, new patterns would grow from deep within his skin.

A demigod of the orc race had secretly infiltrated the battlefield at some unknown time.

His figure was extremely thin, but his movements were incredibly fast. Each time he made a move, he tore a new crack in Long Feiyu's holy light barrier.

The third one was a human demigod wearing tattered leather armor. He looked to be around thirty years old, but the vicissitudes in his eyes made him seem to have lived for hundreds of years.

He was a remnant of the Papacy who went into hiding after the fall of the Holy Tower Kingdom, and was awakened by the holy light of the divine realm, which fueled his fervent desire to renew his loyalty.

Hunter Axe and Dragon Feather stood side by side on the fortress wall, their armor covered with dense cracks.

The edge of the hunter's axe was already chipped, and the white wings on Long Feiyu's back were pierced with several bloody holes by the black mist bone spikes. Holy light continuously dissipated from the wounds, like blood flowing from his body.

"Damn it, there are more and more of these bastards the more we fight them."

Hunter Axe spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood and foam, hoisted the giant axe onto his shoulder, and put on a forced smile on his rugged face.

"Old Long, how many days have we held on?"

Long Feiyu did not answer. He raised his hand and added another barrier of holy light to the outer perimeter of the city wall. The light of the holy light was much dimmer than on the first day of the war.

"Hold on for as long as you can."

His voice remained calm, but the fingers gripping the Holy Light Sword were trembling slightly from exhaustion.

The city walls are also under attack.

Fortunately, the dragons came to our aid a few days ago.

Ajin personally led more than a dozen golden dragons from the Dragon Realm, even though the dragon demigods had been wiped out by Lin Mo in the Elf Forest.

However, hybrid golden dragons of level 90 and above are still an overwhelming force on ordinary battlefields.

Dragon wings unfurled above the fortress, and dragon breath poured down from the city walls, burning wave after wave of charging rebel soldiers into a panicked retreat.

The pressure on ordinary soldiers during the siege was temporarily largely absorbed by the dragon reinforcements, but the disadvantages of the demigods became increasingly apparent.

The opposing side has four demigods, while the human empire only has Hunter Axe and Dragon Feather.

Under the relentless pressure of fighting two against four, the initial evenness gradually turned into a struggle, and now they are barely holding on. The disadvantage is like a sandbag soaked in water, getting heavier and heavier, and harder and harder to bear.

"If this keeps going, my axe will break sooner or later."

The hunter's axe cleaved the warhammer that the Stoneskin elder had hurled at him with another swing.

The recoil pushed him back half a step, and his heel cracked the bricks of the city wall's crenellations.

Long Feiyu dodged a sudden attack from the orc cultivator's claws, but his right wing was grazed by a bone spike shot from the black mist, adding another wound.

……

On a distant hill, the Stone-Skinned Demigod watched the entire battle unfold with a smile.

He waved to someone behind him.

"Charge! If we break through the city walls, those two demigod humans won't last long!"

However, his orders went unanswered, and the soldiers behind him remained silent.

He turned around angrily, about to start cursing.

Then he saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

A figure slowly walked from the edge of the wasteland.

The black robe with gold trim fluttered slightly in the wind, and the remnants of the laws lingered on the black robe from the cracks. A long sword with an entirely black body was hung at his waist.

He walked slowly, his steps almost casual, the soles of his boots making a soft rustling sound on the gravel of the wasteland.

His face was expressionless, showing neither the joy of victory nor the solemnity of facing the enemy's main force.

He simply walked on calmly, as if surveying his own territory.

And that face.

On the battlefield, every soldier and every officer went through the same process the moment they saw that face.

Confusion, shock, confirmation, and then bone-chilling fear.

Without orders or words, the rebel soldiers retreated to both sides like a tide parted by an invisible hand, automatically making way for a wide passage.

Several level 90 wolf warriors even scrambled to squeeze to the sides.

He didn't even bother to help his companion who had tripped him; he just wanted to get as far away from that person as possible.

The allied forces of various races, who were clamoring to crush the human empire just minutes before, were now so quiet that they even suppressed their breathing.

Because the person who came was Lin Mo.