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

"……fraud!"

Yin Xue hung listlessly at the edge of Lin Mo's collar.

His face was full of displeasure.

"You said you'd let me enjoy myself once we entered the city! Where's the bed? Where's the feast? Look at the mess you've made! Now the whole city is after you, you madman, and you can't even find a decent inn to stay in! You big liar!"

Lin Mo raised his hand and touched his nose.

Indeed, his mind was filled with thoughts of upgrading, acquiring resources, and delivering medicine as he traveled...

As for the details of "enjoying" things after entering the city, he didn't care at all.

"...Be more careful next time."

He gave a dry, unconvincing reply.

Yin Xue rolled her eyes, too lazy to argue anymore, her attention drawn to the magnificent yet silent church building in front of her.

Her delicate nose twitched slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in her blood-red eyes: "Speaking of which... is this really the Western Cathedral? Why don't I... feel anything at all?"

"How does it feel?"

Lin Mo asked.

"The aura of a fragment of a soul!"

Yin Xue flew up a little, circling around Lin Mo's ear, her tone somewhat anxious.

"Even if it's sealed, with my current sensory abilities, there should be some echo at this close range! But this place is too clean!"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow: "Perhaps the seal here is more secure, or the preservation methods are more sophisticated."

"impossible!"

Yin Xue spoke with unwavering resolve.

"Unless they used divine magic that even I don't know about...or,"

Her blood-red eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

"My fragments are not here at all!"

This statement startled Lin Mo, who then walked towards the church door.

"Why think so much? Just go in, grab someone, and ask them, and you'll know."

As he said this, he pushed open the heavy doors of the church.

The interior of the church is an empty hall.

The chairs were neatly arranged, but covered in a layer of dust, as if no one had cleaned them for some time.

A faint magical fluctuation emanated from the depths of the stone floor beneath their feet.

The fluctuations are regular and continuous, with obvious characteristics of energy convergence and spatial disturbance.

Following the magical fluctuations, Lin Mo found a side door half-hidden by a heavy curtain.

Behind the door were spiraling stone steps leading downwards, and a damp, musty smell wafted out.

Whispers could be heard from below from time to time.

"Looks like all those charlatans are hiding in the basement."

Yin Xue began to analyze.

Lin Mo also stepped directly down.

……

At this moment, the church's basement was crowded with people.

Dozens of pastors gathered here.

They all looked pale and sickly, as if they hadn't eaten or done anything for a long time.

In the center of the basement floor, a huge magic circle was carved.

A faint blue light appeared on the magic circle.

As the blue light grew brighter, surprise, even fervor, appeared in the eyes of everyone present.

Suddenly, a blue light flashed, and a figure appeared in the center of the magic circle.

The priests all stared wide-eyed.

"Haha! It worked! Even though Father Harlin is gone, we can still maintain the summoning ritual!"

"That's right! Harlin has fallen, betrayed the light! We don't need such a traitor to guide us!"

"May the gods forgive his soul, but the glory of Ash Keep shall be inherited by us!"

……

The person standing in the center of the magic circle was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties.

She was dressed in casual clothes that seemed out of place with modern Earth style.

He looked completely bewildered as he listened to what the people around him were saying.

My mind seems to have not quite caught up yet.

"Congratulations! Young person from another world!"

An elderly pastor struggled to his feet, a weary smile plastered on his face.

"You are the hero chosen by the gods, summoned in response to our call! From this day forward, you will shoulder the responsibility..."

"A hero?! Me?!"

The young man abruptly interrupted the priest, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The blankness on his face was instantly replaced by an almost manic excitement! His features even became slightly distorted.

He paused for half a second before bursting into laughter.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! A hero! A true hero! I knew it! I was destined to be extraordinary! What a piece of crap job! What a stupid boss! I'm the protagonist! The chosen one! Hahaha!"

He danced wildly, as if he had gone mad.

He could almost see himself dominating the world, surrounded by beautiful women, and wielding absolute power.

The priests sitting around looked at each other in bewilderment.

A barely perceptible hint of helplessness and indifference flashed in his eyes, clearly indicating that he was already used to the hero's reaction.

After all, most of those summoned are quickly overwhelmed by the hero's identity after the initial shock.

These people are used to it.

The older pastor maintained a forced smile, patiently waiting for the other person's outburst to subside before continuing the proceedings.

"Hero, please calm down. Next, please choose a piece of holy armor that belongs to you, that is, a weapon. It will grow stronger with you in the future..."

As he finished speaking, a small door on the other side of the stone chamber was slowly pushed open from the outside.

According to custom, it should be the servants who bring in the trays containing the weapons.

however--

The person who entered was not a servant carrying a tray.

Instead, it was a deep black shadow that tore through the blue light in the room!

The black shadow was moving at an extreme speed!

Everyone present, including the newly arrived hero who had just been ecstatic, only saw a blur before their eyes.

A blurry black trail remained on the retina.

Pfft—!

The dull thud of a sharp blade cutting through flesh was so clear it sent chills down one's spine.

Warm blood gushed out like a fountain from the broken neck of the young man.

Blood splattered onto the magic circle, whose blue light had not yet completely dissipated, and hissed and burned.

The hero's head, which had rolled off the cliff, still bore the marks of ecstasy, as if he were still lost in his fantasy.

It rolled to the ground and landed right at the feet of a pastor, its lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

The shadow disappeared.

Lin Mo's figure stood silently beside the headless corpse that had not yet fallen, like a ghost.

Blood was spreading rampantly beneath our feet.

A drop of blood slowly slid from the tip of the black sword in his hand and dripped onto the ground.

The pastors present were stunned; this was completely unexpected.

Although they have lived in border cities for many years.

But priests are not needed on the battlefield.

Such a bloody scene was too shocking for them.

"The Demon King's army is attacking!"

"Gods! What on earth is going on?!"

"Ash Fortress has fallen!?"

……

Someone tried to escape, but was stopped by a girl who was less than 1.5 meters tall as soon as they reached the door.

The girl looked up and gave a harmless smile.

The next moment, the man bled from all seven orifices and turned into a dried-up corpse.

Now everyone was in complete panic.

Lin Mo simply lifted his hood.

A murderous aura swept through the entire hall, silencing everyone.

His gaze then swept coldly across every face in the stone chamber, each one filled with terror and disbelief.

Finally, the blame fell on the elderly pastor.

"You just said... the priest has fallen? What happened?"