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

Outside the western walls of Ash Fortress, the defenders and monsters have begun their battle.

The defenders relied on the city walls to resist the orcs' onslaught.

These soldiers were adept at dealing with ordinary orcs.

But the key problem lies with the orc shamans in the rear.

Several Ancestral Stone Spirits will fall every half minute.

Indiscriminately, it lands directly in the area with the largest crowd.

The defending troops suffered repeated defeats.

Deep within the battlefield, Horn held a red-hot dagger.

He hacked and slashed through the horde of orcs, his target the spellcasting shamans.

He knew that as long as these cannons were removed, no matter how many orcs remained, they would not be able to breach the city.

However, the orcs seemed to have anticipated this.

Countless strong orc warriors, including some who exuded an elite aura, flocked to Horn without regard for the cost.

Although these orcs were only level 40, they fought without regard for the consequences, directly using their bodies to block Horn.

Horn's face turned grim as he severed the head of an orc.

"When did these orcs develop such intelligence?"

They had fought against the orcs before.

Let alone this tactic, even orc shamans have rarely seen one.

Could these orcs be being controlled by someone?

Horn had this thought in his mind, but it was quickly interrupted by the surge of elite orcs.

Meanwhile, the bombardment from the ancestral stone spirits became increasingly frequent.

Just then—

A massive, arc-shaped sword aura, forty meters long, suddenly swept out from behind the orc army formation!

Wherever the sword energy passed, space seemed to be briefly cut apart, leaving a black trail.

Within its range, whether ordinary or elite orcs, they were all like rotten wood and withered grass before that terrifying sword light that was tens of feet long, their limbs instantly severed and sent flying!

The sword energy plowed through the ground, leaving a deep trench filled with various severed limbs.

This sudden attack plunged the battlefield into a moment of deathly silence.

Both the human defenders and the orcs stared in astonishment at the direction from which the sword energy originated.

A figure dressed in black robes appeared at the edge of the battlefield, a seemingly simple black sword slowly lowering in his hand.

It was that mysterious intruder who blasted through the East Gate yesterday and then appeared out of nowhere at the command post this morning!

"It's that intruder?!"

"What...what is he doing here?!"

"He's killing orcs?! Could they be... allies?!"

……

The soldiers guarding the city wall were filled with doubt and speculation.

Even Horn, who was surrounded, showed a hint of surprise.

However, Lin Mo paid no attention to the stares and speculations around him.

His eyes held only a chilling killing intent.

These bastards interrupted my conversation with my dad, damn it.

"roar!"

An elite orc, standing at least 3 meters tall, roared and charged toward Lin Mo.

Lin Mo simply raised his hand casually, pinched his head, and tightened his grip slightly with his fingers—

puff!

The hard skull shattered like an overripe fruit, scattering red and white matter everywhere.

The headless corpse swayed and then collapsed heavily to the ground.

Lin Mo shook his hand, his gaze piercing through the chaotic battlefield, locking onto the orc shamans behind him who were still chanting the [Ancestral Stone Spirit].

These are them.

He stomped his foot hard on the ground!

"boom!"

A shallow crater appeared on the ground beneath their feet.

His figure shot out like a cannonball, heading straight for the rear of the orcs!

"Waaa!"

The orc warriors roared in anger, realizing the danger posed by this suddenly appearing black human.

The orcs that were closer rushed forward frantically, trying to block them with their bodies.

However, in the face of absolute speed and power, numbers only increase casualties.

Lin Mo didn't even change his sprinting trajectory, casually swinging the black sword in his hand left and right.

Wherever it went, severed limbs and broken arms flew everywhere.

Fresh blood gushed out like a waterfall.

The shamans' chanting became disordered, and obvious fear was visible on their faces.

No longer caring about bombarding the city walls, almost all the shamans forcibly changed the direction of their spells.

The newly formed Ancestral Stone Spirits all aimed at the rapidly approaching shadow!

"The wrath of our ancestors—crush him!"

Seven or eight shamans simultaneously cast spells, and magic power converged wildly.

A super ancestral stone spirit, larger than any before and nearly 50 meters in diameter, condensed and took shape amidst a deep rumble!

With the force of a meteorite, it crashed head-on towards Lin Mo!

Boom-! ! ! !

A deafening roar was accompanied by billowing dust and green flames.

The earth trembled violently, and the shockwave from the explosion sent all the orcs within dozens of meters flying.

A brief vacuum was created within the orc army's ranks.

Dust and green flames mingled into a thick, murky cloud of smoke, obscuring the view.

"You...you hit her?!"

"That person...is dead?"

……

The soldiers on the city wall held their breath and gazed intently.

The orcs cheered, a mixture of relief and brutality.

Only Horn felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

He had witnessed Lin Mo's strength, and he absolutely refused to believe that such a person could be dealt with so easily.

"wrong……"

Horn's pupils constricted, and he almost roared as he issued orders to the entire battlefield, to all the soldiers he could command:

"Retreat! Get out of that area! Retreat now!!!"

His command was urgent and sharp, even tinged with a hint of panic.

Some quick-thinking officers and soldiers, though confused, began to struggle backward out of absolute trust in Horn.

And the instant Horn gave the order—

Amidst the lingering green flames and thick smoke, a faint blue light suddenly shone.

At first, it was only as faint as a bean.

But it instantly expands and brightens.

It exudes an aura of death and decay!

The smoke and dust were pushed aside and annihilated by an invisible force.

An ominous sphere, entirely dark blue and filled with a struggling, roaring soul, slowly rose from the center of the explosion crater.

Formed from the condensation of the Soul Erosion Realm!

And there's more than one!

The smoke and dust completely dissipated.

In the center of the battlefield, Lin Mo held out his hand in a gesture of support.

Above his head, not just one, but a full six [Soul Corrosion] cores slowly swirled.

Like a galaxy orbiting around Lin Mo.

The cold, deathly, and decaying stench intertwined to create a suffocating force field.

Even the air around him seemed to freeze.

"Tsk, six ones at most, that should be enough..."

Lin Mo glanced at the Soul Corrosion Realm above his head and muttered to himself.

In order to expand the influence of the subsequent Corruption Lands, Lin Mo condensed the souls in the Black Sword into six Soul Corruption Realms in batches.

This strike will cover the entire battlefield!

"Wait...wait! There are still soldiers who haven't retreated!"

At this moment, Horn, who had been in the center of the battlefield, suddenly spoke.

However, Lin Mo only glanced at him.

"You don't think I'm here to help you, do you?"