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

At the edge of the twilight layer, a large patch of holy light suddenly shone.

The angels and demigods who were originally hidden in the clouds and the folds of the void saw Lin Mo and Gao Yang fighting and came out one after another.

The forces of the human empire charged towards them.

They numbered in large numbers, numbering over a hundred, and each of them carried the arrogance unique to the divine realm.

Holy light merged on the wingtips and blades, like a moving sea of ​​light.

The advance team immediately erupted in chaos.

Long Feiyu shielded Xilar behind him, his silver spear held horizontally in front of him, blocking the three angels charging at the front.

The holy light on the tip of the spear collided with the angel's wings, producing a sharp shriek like metal scraping against metal.

Xilar did not dodge. He spread his six wings and faced off against the angel with himself. He and Long Feiyu stood back to back, exchanging pure holy light with the enemy.

Bai Rong and Lai Hu each led a team; one blocked two demigods on the left, while the other mingled with a group of divine soldiers on the right.

Bai Rong's White Tiger Battle Blade was already chipped, yet he continued to slash forward, one strike at a time.

Laihu was even more decisive, riding his flying beast into the enemy ranks like a raging tiger.

Su Lin led her team of heroes to set up a holy armor sword formation at the rear, specifically targeting angels who wanted to launch a sneak attack from the flanks.

Even He Yuan drew a short sword from his waist and stood at the very back, striking anyone who slipped past him with his sword, while giving orders from time to time.

The battle was chaotic.

While demigods and angels are individually powerful, the advance team has the advantage of numbers and fearlessness.

People keep falling, and people keep taking their place.

Otmu hid behind two soldiers, trembling, as if he couldn't be of any help.

……

Deep within the twilight layer, the hand-to-hand combat between Lin Mo and Gao Yang continued.

Lin Mo's black sword swept towards Gao Yang like a storm, its dark golden sword light leaving long trails in the void, like giant dark golden pythons ready to devour their prey.

Gao Yang remained calm and composed, the spear moving in his hands as if it were alive, the tip pointing, deflecting, flicking, and sweeping.

Each strike landed precisely on the most vulnerable spot in Lin Mo's swordplay.

Lin Mo fought faster and faster, but speed did not bring any advantage. Gao Yang's spear always managed to deflect the black sword at the last moment.

Lin Mo seized an opening, pushed off the ground and charged forward, his black sword aimed straight at Gao Yang's neck.

Gao Yang's body twisted strangely in the void, turning to the side as if it had no bones.

The tip of the black sword grazed his skin, while the tip of his spear thrust forward, tearing Lin Mo's black robe and leaving a shallow cut on his side.

The two separated.

Lin Mo glanced down at the torn robe under his ribs and the blood slowly seeping out, and frowned.

Gao Yang stood with his spear held horizontally, his strong upper body reflecting the golden light from afar, like a silent iron statue. He spoke softly.

"I honed my marksmanship for 150 years to defeat a demon king. I spent another 50 years comprehending the first Holy Light Law. What makes you think you can fight me? Just because of your three months of training?"

After saying that, he said no more, but simply pointed the gun at Lin Mo again. There was no contempt in his eyes, only a calmness that had been tempered for three thousand years.

Lin Mo didn't speak, but raised his hand and tore off his black robe, revealing his body covered in clearly defined old wounds.

He flipped the black sword half a circle in his palm and gripped it tightly again.

He suddenly understood why Gao Yang had chosen hand-to-hand combat; a longsword was inherently shorter than a spear.

The opponent also possesses highly refined skills, which is the most reliable way to win in Gao Yang's eyes.

He charged forward again, but this time he didn't rely solely on speed.

Instead, he rewrote the sword with the laws of slaughter, making the air freeze with every strike.

Gao Yang's expression finally turned serious.

The people watching from below also noticed Lin Mo's disadvantage.

The God of War nearly broke the axe handle in his grip, the Judgement frowned deeply, and even Mianmian was getting anxious.

The problem is that they can't get involved in battles of this level.

Yin Xue stared at the battle for a while, then suddenly grinned mischievously. He turned to look down and saw Otem dodging in the crowd. A glint flashed in his eyes.

With a gentle flap of her wings, she broke free from the protection of the time barrier and flew towards the crowd below.

The judge paused for a moment, then called out to her retreating figure.

Where are you going?!

Yin Xue didn't turn his head, only leaving behind a single sentence.

I want to take a gamble.

……

The battle between Lin Mo and Gao Yang had reached a fever pitch, with fragments of the laws left behind by their clash floating all around them.

Gao Yang's marksmanship was indeed superb; each shot was like an old debt being handed over from the depths of time—tricky, precise, and decisive.

Lin Mo tried to get close several times, but was forced back by the tip of the gun.

The black sword and the spear clashed rapidly in the void, each collision shattering the space like a mirror, only to be forcibly repaired by the laws of time in the next instant.

"You should understand by now."

Gao Yang swept his gun across, forcing Lin Mo away, then slowly sheathed his gun and suddenly spoke.

"The limits of the laws of time are not enough for me now. I need to go back to the past and completely master them. At that time, cause and effect will be rearranged, and you will not be summoned to this world."

He spoke calmly, as if stating a conclusion that had been deduced countless times.

"So you could have avoided all this suffering. Now hand over the Law of Slaughter, and I'll let you in that timeline continue living as an ordinary person."

Gao Yang did not specify which timeline.

But Lin Mo understood.

If Gao Yang succeeds, then the cause and effect of summoning the hero will be broken.

Lin Mo might live an ordinary life on Earth, taking care of his mother, working for others, and occasionally being nagged by relatives.

But that version of myself doesn't belong to this timeline; it's just another Lin Mo.

Lin Mo chuckled and was about to retort.

Suddenly another voice came, and it sounded exactly like Lin Mo's.

"You didn't think that was my true strength just now, did you?"

Upon hearing this voice, Gao Yang's pupils contracted, and he abruptly turned his head.

In the void not far from them, a figure exactly like Lin Mo was slowly walking towards them.

The man was also dressed in a black robe, with a black sword at his waist. His face was expressionless, and there were no fluctuations of any laws emanating from him.

This lack of fluctuation actually made Gao Yang's heart sink.

"The one I just fought was just one of my clones."

The voices of those who came later were as cold as the winter wind blowing through cracks in the rocks.

"Do you think you're qualified to fight my true form?"

In a very short instant, Gao Yang's brain processed thousands of possibilities.

The person in front of me has no aura at all. Is Lin Mo's true form so powerful that I can't sense his aura?

Was the one who had been fighting him the only one Lin Mo had ever been fighting?

Was he playing me for a whole time?

The clone only has 50% of the original's strength at most, and even so, it is difficult for it to withstand a sword strike. So how strong would the real Lin Mo be?

Fear rose up his spine like a chill, eroding his judgment that had remained unshaken for three thousand years.

It was this brief moment of distraction that allowed Lin Mo to seize the opportunity.

The dark golden killing intent burned unrealistically at the tip of the sword, like a night sky ablaze.

When Gao Yang turned around abruptly, the black sword was already embedded in his chest.

He saw his blood gushing from both sides of the sword blade, warm and viscous, dripping down along the dark golden light.

In the distance, Yin Xue's excited voice rang out.

"Haha! I've won the bet again!"

Behind her, a puppet beast slowly poked its head out and scratched its head.

"Hehe, aren't I awesome, boss!"

Gao Yang looked down at the sword that had pierced his chest, feeling a chill run through his body, but his mind remained unusually clear.

The person he thought was his clone was actually his original self.

What he thought was the real body was actually a puppet controlled by the puppet beast.

He was tricked by this most clumsy, roadside-trick-like deception, which shattered his unwavering focus that had lasted for three thousand years.

At the same time, Lin Mo's cold voice rang in his ear, consisting of only two short words, yet they were extremely insulting.

"idiot."