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

Long Feiyu circled the treasure vault twice before finally taking down a long, silver-white spear from the crystal shelf.

The gun was covered with fine holy light runes, and the tip was made of pure holy light crystals, giving off a soft white glow in the dim treasure vault.

He weighed the gun barrel in his hand, nodded in satisfaction, and followed Lin Mo out of the vault.

Because Xilar was still discussing the formation with Yin Xue, he was not in a hurry to leave.

Upon hearing in the palace that Lin Mo was going to gather a large army to attack the God Realm, his eyes lit up.

He naturally wanted to do that too.

But the message from He Yuan was, "I want to sign up and report to the palace tomorrow."

……

The next day, Long Feiyu arrived at the square in front of the main gate of the palace early in the morning.

A small wooden table was set up in the square. He Yuan sat behind the table, with a thick register spread out in front of him, a quill pen in his hand, and his glasses, which were always slipping down to the tip of his nose, perched on the bridge of his nose.

A line, neither too long nor too short, stretched out in front of the table. Each person stepped forward in turn to state their name, rank, and affiliation.

Long Feiyu glanced around the queue and noticed that many of the people in line were around level 70, which puzzled him.

He glanced at his wife beside him and asked in a low voice.

"Siral, the realm of gods is full of demigods. What can these level 70 beings do there?"

Wearing an ordinary long dress, Xilar smiled and spoke in her usual gentle and patient tone.

"The realm of gods is not quite what you imagine. There are indeed many demigods there, but there are even more gods with little fighting power, and there is almost no hierarchical relationship between them."

"There's no hierarchical relationship?"

Long Feiyu frowned.

"You mean, there are no kings or emperors in the realm of gods?"

There's nothing there.

Sylar shook his head slightly.

"Gao Yang once said that everyone in the divine realm is equal, but precisely because of this, no one in the divine realm submits to anyone else. Although Gao Yang is a god, he never interferes in the affairs of the divine realm. In short, the lower levels of the divine realm are still living in a mess."

As soon as she finished speaking, He Yuan, who was behind the table, suddenly looked up, and a sharp and shrewd glint flashed in his eyes behind his glasses.

He put down the quill pen, took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with his sleeve, and then put them back on.

He didn't interrupt, but just kept writing on the roster with his head down.

But he wrote with more than twice the force of before, the pen tip making a scratching sound on the paper, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, to an angle that he himself did not even realize.

Seeing his expression, Lai Hu couldn't help but nudge him with his elbow: "What are you laughing at?"

He Yuan didn't even look up: "I wasn't laughing."

You clearly smiled.

"I'm calculating the costs."

Without changing his expression, He Yuan turned to the next page of the roster and added a line of small print in the header: "[Divine Realm Administrative Takeover Plan]".

Lin Mo originally had no intention of doing this. His idea was simple: he would just go to the God Realm and start killing.

But He Yuan said those were all productive forces, and productive forces were the foundation for solving all the problems of the human empire.

In short, he talked about a lot of grand things, which made Lin Mo's scalp tingle, but he still agreed in the end.

According to Siral, the realm of the gods is larger than the entire continent, and its population is beyond counting.

If all these people can be turned into productive forces, then a human empire will be realized sooner or later...

Long Feiyu didn't notice He Yuan's subtle movements; he was still processing Xilar's words.

The line moved forward slowly, and soon it was his turn.

He walked to the table, and He Yuan looked up at him.

"Long Feiyu, a demigod. Not bad, he could be a general."

After saying that, he circled his name and marked it with the word "General," then pointed to a note below the roster.

"Once we arrive in the realm of gods, you'll be responsible for leading a team to wipe out the remaining resistance forces. We'll inform you of the specific organization before we depart. Any questions?"

"no problem."

Long Feiyu nodded and was about to walk away from the table when a series of neat footsteps came from the entrance of the square.

A group of people filed in through the main gate of the palace, with Bai Rong leading the way.

He is now the deputy commander of the White Tiger Knights, and his armor is much better than it was back in Ancient Wood Village.

Behind him followed more than twenty elite White Tiger Knights, each with a strength of level 80 or above, their steps were synchronized and their aura was fierce.

Bai Rong strode over, knelt on one knee, and the twenty-odd elites behind him also knelt in a row, their movements so synchronized as if they had rehearsed countless times, their voices echoing throughout the entire square.

"The White Tiger Knights request permission to accompany His Majesty to the Realm of the Gods!"

Lin Mo was standing in the palace at this moment, and with his perception, he could already cover the entire human empire.

He glanced down at Bai Rong.

Memories flooded my mind.

Back in Gumu Village, it was Bai Rong who gave him his first spatial ring.

They even invited me to join the army back then, but at that time I was determined to destroy the Holy Ancient Empire, so how could I possibly join the army to serve the Holy Ancient Empire?

However, Lin Mo remembered this kindness and, as a return gift, later gave Bai Rong some resources.

Bai Rong used those resources to rise through the ranks to become the deputy commander of the White Tiger Knights.

He Yuan raised his eyelids from the roster and glanced at Bai Rong and the group of people behind him. Then he picked up his pen and began to write on the roster, muttering to himself.

"Bai Rong, level 82, leads 23 men and is assigned to General Long Feiyu's command. The White Tiger Knights are skilled in frontal charges, which complements General Long's Holy Light Assault perfectly."

He only looked up at Bai Rong after writing the last word.

"We were originally planning to send you anyway. No need to kneel. Once you arrive in the God Realm, you will be under General Long's command. We will notify you of the specific departure time later."

Bai Rong looked up at Lin Mo on the palace roof and saw Lin Mo nod slightly. An excited smile immediately broke out on his face.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute once more, his voice booming like thunder: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty!"

After saying that, he led his men aside and began to discuss tactical cooperation with Long Feiyu after arriving in the God Realm.

Lin Mo's battles naturally don't need these people; they can't interfere in battles at Lin Mo's level. Their task is simple: to enter the God Realm and integrate the ordinary people there.

He Yuan glanced at the names already registered on the roster and estimated that the number was about right.

Just as he was about to close the register, he heard footsteps again at the entrance of the square.

It was a light, chaotic kind of footstep.

A group of young people walked in.

There were seven or eight people, men and women, all quite young, dressed in various ways: some wore leather armor, some wore cloth robes, some had magic books hanging from their waists, and some carried bows and arrows on their backs.

The weapons in their hands were all different, but without exception, each one radiated a unique luster; they were holy armors of light, and this was a group of brave warriors.

Leading the group was a woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties.

She was dressed in a neat and tidy outfit, with a pair of Holy Light daggers hanging at her waist. She had a delicate face, a firm gaze, and a steady gait.

She stopped in front of the main gate of the palace, her gaze passing over the crowd in line, over He Yuan who was writing with his head down, and over Lin Mo who was leaning against the palace gate. Then she took a deep breath, cupped her hands in a gesture of respect to He Yuan, and spoke in a clear and solemn voice.

"My name is Su Lin. I am a hero and I also want to contribute to the realm of gods."