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

The army of spirits has reappeared in the wilderness.

One hundred thousand ghosts, like a reversed, eerie blue waterfall, spread out in all directions from the capital of the human empire, working tirelessly without sleep, food, or pay, doing only one thing—patrolling.

Before the newly emerging monster lords on the wasteland could expand their territory, they were trampled back into the depths of their lair by the iron hooves of the ghost army.

When the spies from various tribes saw the dark blue tide surging back from afar on the hills at the edge of the wasteland, their faces turned paler than ghosts.

Those races that had participated in the siege of the human empire's borders were filled with dread, as Lin Mo had already sent people to discuss post-war compensation.

It's not a negotiation, it's a notification.

He Yuan personally drafted the list, which was then delivered by the Goblin Merchant Guild's airships to the royal tents and council halls of each tribe. The list was clearly presented.

Compensation for troop deployment, pensions for the wounded and the injured, and costs for border reconstruction—each item is followed by an astronomical figure that would leave the recipient speechless.

But no one dared to refuse it.

Deep within the palace of the human empire, Long Feiyu was led into a side hall by a servant.

He was still wearing that white armor, his wings had been folded back, and holy light flowed slowly across the surface of the armor.

As he entered, he subconsciously glanced around the hall and saw Lin Mo leaning against the window and Yin Xue sitting cross-legged, suspended in mid-air.

A pile of parchment covered with sketches of teleportation arrays lay before them.

Then Lin Mo's gaze fell on the white armor he was wearing.

Yin Xue raised his head from the pile of parchment, his scarlet eyes sweeping over Long Feiyu.

"You're here? Perfect timing. Call your wife out. I have something to ask her."

Before Long Feiyu could speak, a soft holy light emanated from his white armor.

Light seeped from every line of the armor, condensing, swirling, and reforming in the air, eventually transforming into the phantom of a female angel with wings on her back.

Her face was delicate and dignified, her long golden hair fell over her shoulders, and her two wings fluttered slowly behind her, each feather shimmering with a faint holy light.

She is Xilar, Long Feiyu's wife, a true angel.

Xilar landed on the ground, nodded slightly to Yin Xue, and spoke in a gentle and polite voice.

"Lord Yin Xue, is there anything I can do to help?"

Yin Xue flew down from mid-air and got straight to the point.

"I want to create a teleportation array that can break through the spatial barriers of the divine realm. You are an angel, you have been to the divine realm, you know what the environment there is like, tell me, I want to interfere with the fluctuations during the process of being guided, so that the teleportation location becomes random."

This was a last-minute idea from Yin Xue. What if Lin Mo was teleported there and happened to be next to Gao Yang? Wouldn't that be like a lamb being led to the slaughter?

Upon hearing that it was a teleportation array, Xilar's azure eyes immediately lit up.

She bent down to examine the dense runes on the parchment closely, her slender fingers lightly touching several key points.

He started chanting the unique array terminology of the angel race, and when he got excited, he would draw a few auxiliary lines of holy light in the air with his fingertips.

Yin Xue listened for a few minutes with his arms crossed, and his eyes lit up. This angel was also a master of formations.

She immediately pulled Syllar to the pile of parchment, and the two of them began to discuss it head to head.

They almost got into an argument when they got really into it.

Lin Mo leaned against the window, glanced at them, then turned to Long Feiyu, his tone calm and direct.

"I'm very grateful that you came to help at that time. You can now go to the treasure vault and choose one item to take with you."

Long Feiyu shook his head and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Your Majesty need not do this. I am here to help only to repay the kindness you showed when you exposed the evil deeds of the Holy See. After my child and my child were killed by the Holy See, it was you who made all the evidence public in Saint's Village, letting the whole continent know the truth. I have been indebted to this kindness for far too long. It is my honor to be able to help this time. I do not need any reward."

Lin Mo looked at him, a slight smile curving her lips.

He understood Long Feiyu's thoughts; this man hadn't come for the empire, but for his own conscience.

That's precisely why he deserves to be rewarded.

"I understand, but I don't want to owe you a favor."

Since things had come to this point, Long Feiyu could no longer refuse, so he could only follow Lin Mo through the side door of the side hall and down a stone staircase to the underground palace.

The treasure vault's door was forged from a single piece of black iron, and it was covered with densely packed sealing arrays, drawn by Yin Xue himself. These arrays could even seal the laws of space.

Lin Mo placed his hand on the center of the door, and a flash of dark golden killing law light appeared from his palm. The sealing array automatically dissipated, and the heavy iron door slid inward silently.

Long Feiyu stood at the entrance of the treasure vault, his lips twitching visibly.

The interior of the vault is much larger than it appears from the outside.

Rows of crystal shelves stretched from the ground to the dome, neatly displaying the spoils Lin Mo had plundered from all over the continent.

At the very front row were more than a dozen divine artifacts, including swords, axes, hammers, and bows, each radiating its own unique light of law.

The middle rows are neatly arranged Beast King Essences, ranging from level 80 to 90, all in perfect condition and brimming with energy. Any one of them could be enough to start a war between several families on the continent.

There were even two divine essence crystals at the very back, placed separately on a crystal display stand, their surfaces shimmering with pale golden law patterns.

Long Feiyu has been a demigod for quite some time now, and he has seen several divine artifacts and refined several top-tier beast king essences.

But he had never seen so many good things crammed into the same room in his entire life.

Lin Mo leaned against the door frame, speaking casually as if he were discussing what to have for dinner.

"There aren't many divine artifacts left on the mainland now; almost all the ones you can find are here."

Of course, some of it was stolen; when he massacred the wasteland, he also killed several guys who called themselves demon kings.

Those guys were no different from ants in his eyes now.

But they all had some kind of stroke of luck: the cave contained a divine artifact left behind by the previous Demon King, and the cellar contained the essence of the Beast King stolen from the Vatican.

These guys were taken away by Lin Mo with a single sword strike before they even had a chance to use them, and their inheritance was naturally confiscated and piled up in this treasure vault.

Long Feiyu entered the treasure vault, carefully bypassing the neatly stacked beast king essences. His gaze swept over the artifacts one by one, finally settling on an inconspicuous stone in the corner.

The rock was about half a person's height, grayish-black in color, with a rough surface. It hadn't been polished at all and looked no different from any random pebbles picked up from the roadside.

But a sword was stuck in its very center.

Long Feiyu stopped in front of the stone, looking down at the sword with a very complicated expression: "This is... the Sword of the Hero?"

Lin Mo walked to his side, looked down at the sword stuck in the stone, and nodded: "You recognize it?"

"The divine artifact of the Holy Ancient Empire."

Long Feiyu stretched out his finger and gently touched the end of the sword hilt, his tone tinged with emotion.

"The sword stuck in the sacred stone can only be pulled out by the hero destined to slay the Demon King. Every year, the empire sends newly summoned heroes to try it one by one. I tried, and I couldn't pull it out."

Lin Mo smiled and shook his head: "How can you believe this? Zhou Yue said the same thing back then, but I..."

He suddenly froze at this point.

Only a hero destined to slay the Demon King can pull out this sword, but I pulled it out easily back then.

Isn't the current Demon King himself? But he's also a hero.

He is a genuine hero summoned from Earth by a summoning circle.

In a few days, he would voluntarily go to his death and be guided to the realm of gods in his death form.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Was this prophecy actually true?

"His Majesty?"

Long Feiyu looked at Lin Mo's suddenly absent-minded face, somewhat puzzled.

Lin Mo waved his hand to indicate that everything was alright. He took one last look at the hero's sword stuck in the stone, then turned and walked towards the entrance of the treasure vault.

"Come out once you've made your choice."