138: Chapter Massacre?
Lin Mo walked out from inside.
The situation outside was similar to what Shirley had described.
His Daughter of Taotie had indeed undergone a change.
It wasn't a realm advancement, but rather she began to emit a yin-yang aura, flickering between bright and dim.
“Your ‘Daughter of Taotie’ has absorbed a large amount of dark matter from the black hole and devoured the Holy Light of the Holy Angel, comprehending a new skill: Yin-Yang Shield.”
Lin Mo: ????????????
Ah, this... Lin Mo was full of questions and quickly opened the description of the Yin-Yang Shield.
“Possesses skill: Yin-Yang Shield. This skill was born from the fusion of dark matter and the power of Holy Light. When the wielder suffers physical damage, the Yang Shield automatically activates, defending against 50% of the damage while building momentum, increasing the damage of the next attack by 50%, delivering a powerful counterattack to shock the opponent.
When facing magic attacks, there is a 50% chance to trigger the Yin Shield, directly nullifying the damage and skillfully converting the magic energy to restore 25% of the wielder's stamina, replenishing combat endurance and providing assurance for subsequent confrontations.”
“This skill is good, and it’s a permanent passive.”
In future battles, he could throw Daughter of Taotie to the front to attract damage, and others would be responsible for output.
Done tidying up.
They could leave this place now.
Next was to head to the cities of Chuangsheng Country.
Lin Mo’s goal was to conquer one city after another until the opponent surrendered.
As for the issue of not having enough manpower to occupy the cities, Lin Mo didn't consider it at all.
After all, Dong Xiaowan had infinite paper figures, so occupying cities was not a problem.
Lin Mo had also considered using all his remaining Prestige Points to advance Dong Xiaowan's evolution.
At that time, the strength of the paper figures would reach a new level.
For cities that didn't cooperate, a direct massacre would suffice.
Those that cooperated would be easy to handle.
The overall plan was this simple and brutal... Chuangsheng Country's capital... Imperial City.
Above the throne, Creation Saint God's figure appeared particularly incongruous—the wide black robe spread out like night, almost engulfing the entire throne.
The hem of the robe cascaded to the ground, piling up in layers of folds, while the figure within the robe was pitifully small, like a child secretly wearing adult clothes.
Beneath the hood of the black robe, a childish doll-like face was faintly visible, yet he wore a golden mask that covered half of his face, inscribed with majestic holy patterns.
Whenever he tried to project an air of authority, the oversized black robe would always slip from his shoulders, revealing slender, youthful shoulders.
“Report—!”
A Holy Knight stumbled into the hall, kneeling on one knee: “Reporting to Creation Saint God, the Eighth and Tenth Generals, who were campaigning against Lin Mo, have been completely annihilated!”
A cold sneer emanated from beneath Creation Saint God's golden mask: “Useless! These two were already the kind of trash I was preparing to replace.” He waved his hand lazily, “Their deaths save me trouble...”
Before he finished speaking, another messenger stumbled in: “Urgent report! The city of [Holy Light Barrier] has fallen, and its thirty thousand defenders... completely annihilated!”
“What?!” Creation Saint God stood up abruptly, his oversized black robe slipping to one side, revealing his childishly slender arms trembling slightly.
His pupils beneath the golden mask contracted sharply: “A mere human... can break two of my cities consecutively?!”
After a moment of silence, his tender voice suddenly turned cold:
“Order! The remaining eight generals are to assemble immediately and defend [Heavenly Chasm Pass] to the death! After I obtain the other shore divine flower, I will personally crush this human ant!”
“Yes, Your Majesty!” The generals in the hall responded in unison, but they all secretly swallowed their saliva—this was the first time they had seen Creation Saint God so flustered.
Just then.
A wise general among his subordinates offered a suggestion.
“Creation Saint God, please consider,” the wise general bowed and advised,
“Why not confer the title of Ninth Great General upon that human, Lin Mo, and order him to attack the [Shadow Country].
Once he and Shadow Country are mutually wounded, our army can reap the benefits and also take the opportunity to expand the territory of the Holy Tree. By then, the production of the other shore divine flower will surely double!”
“Recruiting him?”
“It is indeed a method, but what will we use to reward him?”
“What if the reward given is not satisfactory to him, wouldn't that also diminish the prestige of our Chuangsheng Country?”
“Ask him what he wants—women, money, territory, anything is fine.”
“But there is one thing that cannot be given, and that is the [other shore divine flower]!”
...The Eighth General, General Sheng Hui, who guarded the Holy Light Fortress. When Zu'an saw Lin Mo approaching with such momentum,
he immediately led his large army and fled at the sight of him.
He also plundered all the resources in the city.
By the time Lin Mo arrived at the Holy Light Fortress,
only the old, weak, sick, and disabled remained, along with the Female Angels responsible for work.
These Female Angels had a pair of white wings, wore white veils on their heads, and each had an oval face, wavy hair, a slender waist, and peachy hips.
Basically, there wasn't a single one that didn't conform to male aesthetics.
Most importantly, every Female Angel's singing voice was like a nightingale's; just two lines of a cappella
could give those nearby some positive buffs.
For example, strength increased by dozens of points, agility by dozens, movement speed increased, and so on.
However, these women had very low status, performing the most menial jobs in the city.
Female Angels cleaned streets daily, transported goods, served tea and water in taverns, and even knelt to polish the Holy Knights' armor.
Their pure white wings were covered in dust, their slender fingers rough from labor, yet they still had to force smiles and sing holy songs for guests.
Lin Mo's arrival terrified them, and they each hid back in their cellars, not daring to come out.
Upon reaching the city center.
Suddenly, a trembling voice came from behind a pillar.
“Who is it? Don't hide.”
It seemed the other party was scared by Lin Mo's words and dared not show himself even more.
Lin Mo could only reassure him, saying:
“Don't worry, we're not here to kill. At most, we'll need your cooperation and service, but we won't force women against their will.”
“I, Lin Mo, can guarantee that all the women who are with me are willing.”
Lin Mo patted his chest.
Bullet screen comments from the live broadcast:
“God Lin 999, so awesome.”
“Brother Lin is amazing! Truly a model for our generation!”
“God Lin is so brilliant, you even made it sound like he was delivering takeout when he wasn't. Awesome!”
...Hearing that Lin Mo wouldn't kill.
The other party slowly poked his head out.
He tidied his appearance.
And walked out, trembling.
“[Holy Light Fortress Official. Anna]”
“[Identity: Commoner]”
“[Realm...]”
...“Possesses skill: Nightingale's Chant. Increases target unit's excitement by 5%, attack speed by 3%, movement speed by 2%, and mental power by 100%.”
“I thought you were going to massacre the city...”
Anna said timidly.
“Of course not. Can you tell me why you think so badly of us?”
“It seems like this is our first time meeting.”
Lin Mo asked softly.
Then he gave Dong Xiaowan a look.
She conjured a soft sofa.
“Sit down and talk.”