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

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze fell upon the old tortoise.

The old tortoise continued.

"My master once prophesied the hiding place of the God of Slaughter, but only 12 temples were seen. My master said that those temples contained the aura of the God of Slaughter's laws, possibly fragments of the laws of slaughter."

Before anyone could react after hearing his words, Judgment and the God of War emerged from the black sword.

Two soul entities floated above the ruins, one on the left and one on the right. The God of War crossed his thick arms, his silvery-white stubble trembling slightly, and his voice carried undisguised surprise.

"Fragments of laws left behind by the God of Slaughter? That taciturn guy who only knows how to kill, kill, kill, actually left a legacy? I thought he just sealed himself up and that was it."

When the old tortoise saw the Judge and the God of War, two familiar faces, its black bean eyes lit up, its tortoise head stretched out long, and its voice became a little lighter.

"Your Excellency Judge! Your Excellency War God! You're here too. It's been so long! The last time I saw you was at the God Realm meeting tens of thousands of years ago. Back then, Your Excellency War God even fought with the God of Proliferation and overturned the conference table."

The God of War's lips twitched, he coughed twice, and turned his face away.

The judge nodded slightly, his tone still displaying the calm and restraint characteristic of someone in the judge's seat.

"Big-headed turtle, let's get down to business. The exact locations of the twelve temples."

The old tortoise quickly steered the conversation back on track, stretching out its front paws to draw a few more crooked circles on the ground, speaking rapidly.

"Yes, yes, twelve temples. My master once prophesied the location of the God of Slaughter, but he didn't predict the exact coordinates. He said it was in the God Realm, the Rift, and on the continent."

Over the years, when I have nothing else to do, I repeatedly calculate the locations of these temples, and I can roughly determine where some of them are.

There should be one layer of tundish soil, two layers of fissures, and at least one on the continent beneath the Arctic ice sheet.

I'm not so sure about the others, but once we find the first one, we can use the resonance of the laws between the fragments to locate the rest.

As the judge listened to the old tortoise's account, his gray eyes narrowed slightly, and he tapped his chin twice with his fingers before turning to Lin Mo, his tone still precise and deliberate in its analytical manner.

"The twelve fragments of law are scattered across three different spatial levels. According to the Big-Headed Turtle's calculations, once the first one is found, the rest can be located using law resonance. In other words, the actual search difficulty is not as great as it sounds."

The God of War nodded, his silvery-white stubble trembling slightly, and added in a gruff voice.

"Back then, the God of Slaughter was at his peak, at the Origin level. Even the God of Time was wary of him. If you can reach that level, you can fight Gao Yang. At that time, you won't need to find a way to bypass the time loop; you can just cleave it open directly."

Lin Mo listened to their discussion in silence.

He kept his head down, his fingers gently stroking the hilt of his black sword. His expression was mostly obscured by the shadow of his black robe, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The trial continues to be analyzed.

The God of War continued to add to the discussion.

The old tortoise continued drawing a crooked, distorted map of the temple's layout on the ground.

Yin Xue crossed his arms and occasionally chimed in, "How long will that take?"

Everything seemed to be working towards the same goal.

Just then, Lin Mo suddenly spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a blade sharpened between his teeth.

It was an anger that had been repeatedly worn down for too long and finally exploded.

"Playing on Pinduoduo!?"

Everyone fell silent at the same time.

The words stuck in their throats.

Even Yin Xue slowly lowered his arms.

Lin Mo gripped the hilt of the black sword tightly, his knuckles turning white. His gaze swept across their faces one by one, his voice echoing through the ruins, causing dust to fall from the stone pillars.

"I didn't come here to play some hero game! I don't have time to collect hero fragments to defeat the Demon King! Everyone keeps talking to me about the God of Slaughter! Everyone tells me that as long as I find the God of Slaughter, I can win! But not a single person can tell me where he is! Now you want me to go all over the world to collect twelve fragments? By the time I collect them all, will the empire still exist? Will my mother still be alive!? Can any of you guarantee that!"

Even Yin Xue's expression changed. She had never heard Lin Mo say so many things in a row, and they were all questions.

She realized that Lin Mo was angry, more so than ever before.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, slammed the black sword to the ground, and the end of the scabbard struck the gravel, creating a ring of dark golden ripples of law.

"All I have to do now is chop Gao Yang into pieces and go home!"

With that, he stomped his feet on the ground, and dark golden killing laws exploded from beneath his feet.

Like a meteorite hurtling backward, he burst through the withered vines and rubble above the ruins, shooting straight toward the layers of clouds overhead.

Yin Xue was the first to react, her wings flapping wildly, her red hair leaving a dark red afterimage in mid-air.

"Wait a minute! What's with the impulsiveness! Gao Yang isn't going to run away!"

She rushed up after Lin Mo.

Mianmian transformed back into a tiny spider the size of a palm, leaping up from the edge of the ruins. Her eight thin legs thrashed wildly in the air as she cried out for her father, transforming into a ball of elemental energy that followed closely behind.

Judgement and War God exchanged a glance. Judgement shook his head, a hint of helplessness flashing in his gray eyes, but no surprise in them.

She hadn't known Lin Mo for very long, but she already knew enough about this human's temperament.

He can calmly analyze the battle situation, patiently wait for the right opportunity, and cross all the floating islands in the rift for a single goal.

But he won't waste even a second more on "going home".

The God of War shrugged and hoisted the Soul Battle Axe onto his shoulder.

"This kid's temper... hmm, he has the potential to be a war god."

Then they followed.

Within a few breaths, they all disappeared.

The old tortoise remained where it was, looking up at the receding streaks of light, and let out a long sigh.

It slowly stood up, supporting itself on its four short legs, and nudged the edge of the stone tablet with its head.

It was hoarse and forlorn as it was pushed back into the depths of the ruins, as if speaking to itself, or perhaps to its long-gone owner.

"It seems he isn't the one the master predicted would be able to defeat Gao Yang."

Then, dragging his heavy steps, he slowly walked towards the ruins outside the city.

Then only Syllar was left standing there.

She looked at the empty ruins on her left, then at the empty city gate on her right, and then down at the unfinished sketch of the teleportation array at her feet. Her wings drooped limply, and her eyes were filled with speechlessness.

She took a deep breath, folded her wings back in, squatted down, and used her fingertips to rekindle the holy light, continuing to draw the array diagram.

Regardless of whether Lin Mo can defeat Gao Yang, let's first bring over the army of the Human Empire.

This is her mission.