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

The niche of heroes on the continent has always been very delicate.

Although they once served the Papacy, their stance was not firm, because they did not believe in any holy light, any gods, or the Pope's rhetoric of "fighting for God."

They were just a group of ordinary people who were summoned and thrown into a completely unfamiliar world, with a holy armor of light shoved into their hands.

Then they were told, "Want endless treasure? You can have it all if you want. Go and kill the Demon King."

The Pope died, the Papacy collapsed, and these heroes who once belonged to the Papacy became ownerless overnight.

Lin Mo was quite open-minded towards them; as long as they didn't cause trouble, there was no difference between a hero and a high-level adventurer.

You can freely accept quests, form teams, and run dungeons within the Empire.

The empire even opened a special registration channel for them as adventurers, and they could receive military merits and rewards from the empire for completing missions.

Su Lin adapted to this kind of life quite well.

Having witnessed the entire process of the Papacy's downfall and the establishment of the Empire, she wholeheartedly supported Lin Mo's overthrow of the Papacy.

She even found the remaining heroes one by one and formed a team specifically composed of them.

Although most members are currently only at level 50 or 60, the leveling speed of the heroes is unmatched by the native inhabitants of the mainland.

At the same level, heroes require far fewer experience points than natives, resulting in an extremely steep growth curve.

Given enough opportunities to fight, they can quickly grow into a force to be reckoned with.

However, some rumors, neither major nor minor, have recently begun to circulate on the mainland.

The claim that the heroes were summoned by Gao Yang from other worlds suggests they are in cahoots with him.

They say the empire is about to attack the divine realm, and what if these heroes, left behind, betray us?

After hearing these rumors, Su Lin did not defend herself; she simply gathered all her team members for a short meeting.

Then, early in the morning, he led everyone to the palace gate.

That's why she came here.

He Yuan naturally wouldn't refuse.

He quickly registered Su Lin and her team, marking their ranks and organizational affiliations on the roster. Then, he looked up at the long queue that had been forming in the square for some time, closed the roster, stood up, and announced the new rules.

"Registration is now complete. Everyone, please remain; a banquet has been prepared at the palace."

……

The next day, before dawn, the teleportation and tracking array personally hand-drawn by Yin Xue had already been set up in the main hall of the palace.

Dark golden array patterns meandered along the gaps in the stone bricks, with each node inlaid with a beast king essence, and hundreds of essences emitted a dim light at the same time.

Sylar crouched at the edge of the magic circle, gently adjusting the position of several holy light buffer runes with his fingertips.

The wings fluttered slightly behind it, each flutter injecting a faint wisp of holy light into the formation.

Yin Xue flew up from the center of the magic array and landed on Lin Mo's shoulder.

She checked all the rune nodes one last time, then turned to look at Lin Mo, her expression unusually serious.

"This magic circle will track your soul's trajectory. After you die, your soul will leave your body, and it will lock onto your landing point in the divine realm. I have set up a two-way channel at the other end of the teleportation array. Once your soul has completely stabilized, I will go there as soon as possible to use the resurrection scroll on you."

She spoke in a low voice when she said the last sentence, her scarlet eyes fixed on Lin Mo, as if to confirm whether he took it seriously.

Xilar stood up from the edge of the magic circle and took over the conversation.

"The place you were teleported to is most likely a plain. The guiding light of the divine realm has a fixed landing point for demigod souls. I added another system to the formation to interfere with the guiding, so that the landing point becomes my hometown, the Holy Light Plain."

He Yuan stood outside the magic array, clutching the roster whose edges were already worn and frayed.

"Once you are completely settled, I will send the first batch of troops there, led by Long Feiyu. Hunter Axe and the ten demigod souls you left behind will stay on the continent to continue suppressing those races that participated in the rebellion and make them completely give up any other thoughts."

Lin Mo nodded: "Okay, I understand."

He drew his black sword.

The sound of a sword being drawn was particularly clear in the empty hall.

Just then, a buzzing noise came from outside the door.

It was a suppressed yet still uncontrollable noise, like many people talking at the same time, but separated by a heavy door.

He Yuan frowned, walked to the window, and pushed open half of the window, muttering, "What's that noise in the middle of the night?"

He glanced out the window, then froze on the spot, his lips twitching uncontrollably.

The streets outside the window were brightly lit.

The people spontaneously carried lanterns, candlesticks, and oil lamps.

Some people even pulled out the firewood that was still burning in their own stoves and held it in their hands.

The main street was packed with people, and every inch of the stone pavement from the city gate to the palace was filled with people.

There are living people, and there are ghosts.

The old miner's ghost held his miner's helmet high, the glow on it shining like a tiny blue star in the night.

The ghostly young woman, holding a ghostly baby, squeezed to the front of the crowd. The baby was crying, but she didn't comfort it. She just stood quietly holding the child, her semi-transparent eyes gazing towards the main gate of the palace.

There was no organization, no leader; they simply came out of their homes before dawn and stood there, holding up the brightest things they could find.

From the frequently assembling armies, from the ever-burning teleportation arrays deep within the palace, and from He Yuan's airtight roster of troops, they vaguely guessed one thing—His Majesty was leaving.

He Yuan closed the window, turned to look at Lin Mo, his expression complex: "Your Majesty, the people outside..."

He stopped halfway through his sentence because Lin Mo had already laughed.

Lin Mo rarely smiles, but at this moment, the curve of his lips was indeed a smile.

The judgment emerged from the black sword, and upon seeing the scene on the street, it couldn't help but cover its mouth in astonishment.

The God of War hoisted his battle axe, his silvery-white stubble twitching as he spoke in a gruff voice, "I admire the emperor for reaching such a level."

Lin Mo hung the black sword back on his waist, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door of the main hall.

At the foot of the steps outside the door, tens of thousands of lights simultaneously entered his eyes.

When they saw him come out, the noise subsided within moments.

The only sounds were the crackling of the candlelight flickering in the lantern and the distant cries of a baby.

Then, someone took the lead, and everyone knelt down at the same time.

The living knelt on the stone pavement, the ghosts knelt in mid-air, and even the few ghost veterans who used to only squat on the street corners pounded their translucent fists on their chests and lowered their heads.

Lin Mo stood at the top of the steps, looking at this silent ocean composed of both the living and the ghosts.

He didn't give a long speech; he simply raised his hand and gestured to the crowd to stand up.

Then he spoke, his voice not loud, but in the quietest moment before dawn, every word clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Don't worry, I'll be back."