Slaughtering Gods

In the killing field, Lin Mo was preparing to swing his sword when the voice of judgment resounded deep within his consciousness.

"Do not slaughter the people of this city. They are just mortals who have been protected by the gods for too long. They do not deserve to die."

She paused, her gray eyes gazing at Lin Mo's profile through the eerie light of the black sword.

"Consolidate your territory and only kill those who deserve it, okay?"

She wasn't giving a command, but pleading; the goddess of judgment rarely spoke in this tone.

Lin Mo frowned.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the hilt of the black sword, then made his decision.

It wasn't because he agreed with the logic of the trial, but because he was too lazy to waste time on such things.

The killing field that had previously covered the entire capital city suddenly shrank.

The crimson light curtain that enveloped the entire arena coalesced into a dark golden arc of light, only the width of the sword blade, which tightly wrapped around the edge of the black sword.

When the area is compressed to its limit, the kill radius becomes smaller, but the penetrating power increases exponentially.

If the previous domain was a torrential downpour covering the entire battlefield, the current sword's edge is a poisonous needle aimed straight at a vital point.

……

The people in the square had a chance to catch their breath the moment the territory shrank.

First, a few daring mercenaries jumped down from the rooftops and crawled into the alley, then came mothers with children, then the merchants who had been making a fuss, and finally even the old women were swept away by the crowd and ran into the distance.

Within half an incense stick's time, the entire square went from being packed with people to being completely empty, leaving only a pile of shoes that had been trampled on and a fruit stall that had been knocked over.

No one tried to stay and help the god, and no one tried to use their own bodies to block Lin Mo's black sword.

Only one person did not leave.

The mermaid girl stood beside the collapsed fruit stand, her fish tail leaving obvious bloodstains on the stone floor.

She was still holding the nearly dried-up water jug ​​in her arms.

She gazed up at Lin Mo in the center of the square, her lips slightly parted, tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes from when she was chosen.

But there was no longer any fear or despair in those light blue eyes.

Instead, there was an extremely bright light, as if something had been ignited.

She memorized Lin Mo's appearance and the action of him splitting the god in two.

"Oh, right."

She suddenly remembered something extremely important and hurriedly pulled a crumpled piece of parchment and a charcoal pencil from her bosom.

He lay down on the collapsed fruit stand and began to write rapidly.

Her fingers moved rapidly across the parchment, charcoal shavings falling between her fingers.

She was writing musical scores.

It is a song that belongs only to this black-robed human.

……

By this time, the remaining gods in the square had recovered from their initial shock.

They are all high-level gods, far superior to the vain goddess of Shikou City who could be instantly killed with a single sword strike.

The fire god standing at the front slammed his warhammer into the ground, and the magma patterns on the hammerhead suddenly lit up, making him look like a volcano about to erupt.

"Do you know where you are? Do you know who we are? You're just a demigod, yet you dare to draw your sword against a god in the capital of the Pantheon Empire?!"

Beside him stood a middle-aged deity with several swords hanging from his waist, each hand gripping a short knife, the blades adorned with extremely sharp metallic patterns.

Another deity, crouching at the edge of the trap array, chimed in, "Just wait! My trap will be set up soon, and then I'll give you your final judgment!"

Lin Mo simply watched them working behind the barrier without saying a word and silently walked forward.

Upon seeing this, the young god behind the barrier sneered.

"This barrier was built by the combined efforts of ten gods! No one in this world can break it!"

Lin Mo looked at the smug face behind the barrier and asked in return.

"Can this barrier truly block the path I've chosen?"

Before the young god could even react to the meaning of those words, the barrier began to dissipate.

Like cotton meeting flames, the barrier erected by the ten gods vanished in an instant, as if in fear of Lin Mo.

"This...this is..."

The young god uttered two words, and Lin Mo had already vanished from the spot.

The stone slab beneath his feet was trodden into a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks, and he passed through the young god like a bolt of dark golden lightning.

puff!

His body exploded, and golden blood splattered across the entire plaza.

The place where the young god had just fought had changed to another person, and that person was Lin Mo.

At this moment, bathed in golden blood, he slowly raised his head and looked at the other gods.

This scene stunned all the gods present.

The deity responsible for setting up the trap also stopped, clearly terrified.

With just one move, without even using a sword, a god was shattered by pure physical impact.

Even if I said that, no one would believe me.

The fire god was the first to react.

"Quickly notify the divine realm!"

At this moment, he finally realized that something was terribly wrong, and that only a god of the origin level could solve this problem.

As he shouted those words, Warhammer instinctively parried upwards.

A ring of intense heat rippled out from the magma patterns on the hammerhead.

But the black sword was much faster than him.

The sword had already grazed his wrist when the warhammer was halfway up, and then with a backhand slash, it pierced straight through his heart.

The fire god looked down at the rapidly spreading dark golden crack in his chest, feeling his life force draining away.

Only then did he realize that being killed by this human might not mean he could be resurrected in the realm of gods. This was... the law of slaughter!

He opened his mouth as if to warn the other gods, but only a stream of golden divine blood, sparkling with embers, welled up in his throat.

Lin Mo pulled the black sword from his chest, then turned to look at the next one.

"Who's next?"

His tone was as flat as if he were calling out numbers to fill a queue.

After the killing domain condensed on the sword's edge, Lin Mo's speed and penetrating power reached an extremely terrifying level.

He wasn't fighting them; he was just calling them out one by one.

The middle-aged god who wielded the blades simultaneously flung out all the short swords in his hand.

A dozen blades, imbued with the laws of metal, intertwined in the air and split into a giant serpent of blades tens of feet long, locking onto Lin Mo's vital points.

But Lin Mo didn't dodge at all.

He directly activated his ethereal transformation, placing his body into a spatial interlayer. The giant python with blades passed through his afterimage, leaving a series of sparks of law on the stone floor.

Then, the moment the illusion dissipated, the black sword had already pierced the middle-aged god's throat.

The middle-aged deity stared wide-eyed, making hoarse sounds as his fingers flared in the air before falling limply to the ground.

Lin Mo pulled the black sword from his throat and tilted his head to look at his slowly falling corpse.

Just then, the goddess with wings of light on her back took the opportunity to rise into the air, her six wings flapping together.

Hundreds of light needles condensed from the Holy Light Law poured down from above Lin Mo's head like a torrential rain, each needle precisely locking onto his movement trajectory.

"Damn it! Do you know what you're doing?! Even if you defeat us, it's useless! We will be resurrected in the realm of gods! We will report your actions to the two divine lords! At that time..."

Lin Mo simply raised his left hand and gave her a loose handshake.

Her voice came suddenly.

The Law Patterns of Thousand Eyes Cage extended from her fingertips, piercing through the holy light storm, penetrating her defensive barrier, and directly locking onto her true form.

"Get down."

His voice was cold, a command directed at a god accustomed to being high above.

The goddess's figure suddenly froze in mid-air, and her six wings simultaneously lost control as if bound by invisible chains.

He fell straight down from a height of several dozen feet, crashing heavily onto the stone ground and creating a cracked, human-shaped crater.

She struggled to lift her head and saw that Lin Mo had already walked up to her, the tip of his black sword pointed at her brow.

"I know what I'm doing. You have neither the chance to be resurrected nor the chance to complain."

With that, the black sword slammed into her forehead.

The god who had been setting up the law trap behind the barrier finally completed all the runes of the trap.

A law-based trap array with a diameter of over ten zhang suddenly lit up in the center of the square.

Countless fine threads of law light emerged from the ground, trapping Lin Mo in the very center.

He wiped away a bead of sweat, his face beaming with the elation of someone who had narrowly escaped death. He exclaimed, "Haha! My trap is complete! You'd better prepare to die!"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow: "Is that so?"

After saying that, she lifted her foot and walked directly towards him, at a leisurely pace, as if taking a stroll.

However, with each step taken, the sense of oppression intensified, making it difficult for the god to breathe.

"I...I...I'm warning you, one more step and you'll be in my trap!"

Lin Mo remained unmoved and continued walking.

Seeing this, the god gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it! You asked for this!"