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

Faced with the horde of monsters surging in from all directions, Lin Mo didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

He didn't swing the black sword he drew directly at the enemy; instead, he lightly touched the ground with the tip of the sword.

A low, buzzing sound emanated.

The next moment—

woohoo~

A piercing, soul-wrenching scream suddenly rang out!

Centered on Lin Mo, a series of twisted, dark blue figures surged out of the black sword like a torrent of undead breaking free from hell!

Wind wolves, dark ink spiders, orc warriors, humans, orcs...

Nearly a hundred different forms of souls, exuding a chilling aura of death, appeared densely on the wasteland surrounding Lin Mo in just a few breaths.

The number reached a staggering thousands!

[Undead Summoning]!

As Lin Mo's level soared and the quality and quantity of souls devoured by the Black Sword continued to increase.

The scale of this capability has also undergone a dramatic change.

From just a few scattered individuals at the beginning to thousands today!

He always carried an army of the undead with him!

Moreover, the strength of these undead will increase in tandem with the growth of Lin Mo's own attributes and the enhancement of the black sword!

This is a completely loyal army that needs no supplies, is unafraid of death, and will only grow stronger!

"go."

Lin Mo uttered a simple syllable.

Thousands of ghostly blue undead let out a silent roar in unison.

They transformed into icy torrents of death, crashing headlong into the oncoming tide of monsters!

There were no complicated tactics, only the most primitive crushing.

The goblin's stone axe struck the undead as if hitting a phantom.

But the claws of the undead can easily tear through their fragile bodies.

The troll's heavy wooden club came crashing down, but it was stopped by the combined efforts of several orc warriors' undead.

He was then swarmed by more undead and torn to pieces.

The lizardmen's relatively sophisticated array of bone shields and spears was rendered useless in the face of the formless and intangible ghosts, and was instantly shattered.

The battlefield instantly turned into a one-sided slaughterhouse.

Wherever the azure tide of undead swept past, monsters fell in droves.

But this is not their end.

They transformed into new souls, wailing as they disappeared into the black sword in Lin Mo's hand, becoming new recruits for this army of the undead.

Lin Mo himself did not even release the highly energy-consuming [Soul Corrosion].

Instead, he strolled leisurely through the center of the battlefield, wielding his black sword to easily slay the few elite monsters that managed to break through the undead defenses or attempt to launch a sneak attack.

His gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield like that of a hawk.

He searched for the aura of the commander of the demon army.

At this moment, behind the monster army.

The lizardman general, who had been ordered to lead the team, was terrified at the sight.

The Lizard King is currently running for Demon General, and it has come in his place to capture or eliminate the target that emits the same aura.

I initially thought that deploying such a large army was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Now it turns out that this is like leading a flock of lambs to hunt a behemoth!

"No...no...this isn't a battle, it's suicide!"

The lizardman general's golden vertical pupils were filled with fear.

"We must return immediately! Report to His Majesty the Demon King! This enemy... is far beyond our expectations! His Majesty must personally intervene!"

It made a quick decision and turned to try to slip away quietly.

They didn't even care about their subordinates who were still being slaughtered.

However, it had only taken two steps when a hand covered in black cloth, like an iron clamp, suddenly extended from the side without warning.

It gripped its scale-covered neck tightly!

"Well!"

The lizardman general stared in horror, turning his head with difficulty.

Lin Mo appeared beside it like a ghost at some point, casually slicing apart an attacking goblin with his other hand.

His eyes were cold, tinged with impatience, as he spoke directly, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable pressure:

"Tell me, where is your main force?!"

"Main...main force?"

The lizardman general was stunned; his mind went almost blank from suffocation and fear.

Looking at the goblins, trolls, and its own lizardman brethren covering the surrounding mountains, it thought, "Aren't these the main force?"

What is that human saying?

It opened its mouth.

They wanted to explain that this was all the power they could muster.

The leader isn't here at all...

But when Lin Mo looked at its face, which was contorted with fear and unable to speak coherently, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"He can't even speak clearly."

Lin Mo shook his head slightly, as if assessing the value of a piece of junk.

"Looks like just a useless grunt."

"No... I'm not..."

The lizardman general used his last strength to try to explain.

Click!

A crisp sound of a neck bone breaking rang out.

Lin Mo tightened his fingers slightly and snapped its neck cleanly, tossing the still convulsing corpse aside like trash.

The black sword swept past, absorbing its soul in the process.

He shook his hand, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.

I thought I could catch a big fish, find out the exact location of the main force, and get my hands on the essence of the operation.

I didn't expect him to be just a minor figure on the periphery.

"Tsk, what a waste of effort."

He muttered to himself, his gaze returning to the battlefield.

At this moment, under the tireless slaughter of a thousand undead, the demon army has completely collapsed.

The goblins scattered and fled in terror, the trolls were divided and annihilated, and the lizardman formation was long gone.

The wasteland was littered with the corpses of monsters.

The azure undead are spontaneously hunting down the remaining deserters.

Yin Xue shifted his position and flew to his other shoulder.

Looking at the mess on the ground and the faint outline of the dwarf town in the distance, his blood-red eyes blinked.

"It seems my sister either looks down on us and only sent some weaklings to their deaths, or... these really are all she has. Either way,"

She licked her lips, revealing a dangerous smile.

"Wouldn't it be faster to just go to her hideout and ask her directly?"

Lin Mo nodded; it suited his purposes perfectly.

The henchmen are mostly dealt with; it's time to go find the main culprit.

With a thought, the undead that were chasing him around seemed to receive a command and quickly abandoned their remaining targets.

Transforming into streaks of blue light, like rivers flowing into the sea, they disappeared back into the black sword.

The battlefield was left with only the thick, lingering stench of blood and a deathly silence.

He took a step and walked slowly toward the dwarf town.

……

Inside a stone house in the center of a dwarf town.

The red-haired, blood-red figure sensed the battle raging outside the door, a satisfied expression on his face.

"Hmm, that's about right."

She stretched lazily.

"Once those useless fools outside select a few decent demon generals, I will go and retrieve that disobedient fragment... At that time, the true Demon King's army can be declared established, and this wasteland will be the starting point."

Father Harlin stood to one side, a fawning and dazed smile on his face.

He was clearly still basking in the joy of his "regain of his former glory".

He merely nodded mechanically in agreement with the red-haired, blood-red man's grand plan.

Just then, the red-haired man's bloodshot pupils suddenly contracted!

A cold, familiar sense of oppression, ignoring all the remaining vigilance and chaotic monsters on the outskirts of the town, approached the stone house where she was at an absurdly fast speed!

"This is……?!"

Her surprise and doubt had not yet been fully expressed—

Whoosh—!

A piercing shriek tore through the air!

The heavy wooden door of the room, along with part of the wall, shattered with a loud crash!

Amidst the flying sawdust and stone dust, a figure dressed in a black robe shot into the house like a cannonball and then instantly stopped in place, standing firmly.

Seemingly because of the excessive speed, he lost control and muttered a slightly puzzled remark to himself.

"Tsk, I overdid it."

The person who arrived was Lin Mo.