The Demon God Pillars Have Arrived

Who could it be at this hour? Considering this was a military camp, Sima Xian had no fear of thieves or anything of the sort, so he got up to open the door.

When the door opened, the woman standing beside Demon Extermination City's lord during the earlier assembly came into view. Judging by her attire, she was a mage, and likely a high-level one at that.

Seeing that she was someone from the City Lord's side, Sima Xian did not think much of it. After opening the door, he stepped aside to let her in.

On the hammock behind the vines, Ling Mo had his left hand threaded through the hair at the nape of Yae Sakura's neck, holding the girl in his arms by the shoulder. His right hand held the soft hand she had placed on his chest as he quietly savored this fleeting moment of happiness.

Yae Sakura smiled softly with her eyes closed, quietly enjoying this brief happiness as well. Resting against Ling Mo's shoulder, she breathed in the scent of the man who had abandoned her and vanished for so many years, trying to erase the panic and helplessness his disappearance had left her with all these years.

I really wish this could go on forever. That was what the girl thought. Unfortunately, the surging energy and sounds of arguing outside the tent shattered the peace, and the two with their eyes closed both frowned slightly.

From the voices, Ling Mo understood that Cai'er's mother had probably come looking for her. But he had no intention of interfering in this matter. He remained still, holding Yae Sakura, and decided to keep sleeping.

Listening to the increasingly noisy sounds outside, Yae Sakura looked at Ling Mo again. Realizing that he probably would not concern himself with this, she buried her face in his arms and decided to stay out of it as well.

But they would not be getting any peaceful sleep. An hour later, Ling Mo stood atop the city wall, watching the demon army several kilometers outside the city standing in disarray in the wind. In my past life, I carried fights like crazy. In this life, I just want to slack off, but it seems Heaven won't allow it...

Ling Mo went onto the battlefield, and Yae Sakura, whom others regarded as both Ling Mo's subordinate and lover, went as well.

On this battlefield, where most enemies did not exceed the Fifth-tier, the Pseudo Eighth Tier Feiyumaru was a little too unfair. More than ninety percent of the enemies near Feiyumaru turned into sparks floating through the air and fading away before they could even charge up to it.

After the battle ended, the group returned to their barracks and held a small meeting, deciding to split the merit equally. They mainly wanted Ling Mo and Long Haochen's opinions. Their team had always been rather strange: the mage could not attack, the summoner's performance was highly unstable, and their acquisition of merit was extremely polarized. When they got a lot, they got truly enormous amounts; when they got little, they practically got nothing at all.

But honestly, sitting with them and watching them discuss how to distribute merit left Ling Mo a little dumbfounded.

Shouldn't such an important resource be distributed according to need?! Are we really a team? Ling Mo rubbed his face, speechless.

In the end, they split it equally. During the discussion, everyone occasionally glanced at Ling Mo's expression. Feiyumaru, the strongest combatant in the team on the surface, was simply too good at killing. On top of that, there was a retired pseudo-Herrscher. Ling Mo alone had earned far more merit than everyone else combined, so they had no choice but to mind his reaction.

Ling Mo returned to the hammock and threw himself into Yae Sakura's embrace. Just when he thought he could finally get a good night's sleep, there came another knock at the door.

There was no argument this time, but Long Haochen was called away alone. Ling Mo searched his memories but could not recall anything important that was supposed to happen, so he simply went with his usual approach and shouted in his heart: Let him do whatever he wants!

Then he continued enjoying Yae Sakura's embrace...

After a while, Yae Sakura looked at Ling Mo, who had fallen asleep in her arms, and began gently stroking his hair with the hand resting atop his head.

The way he looks now is really like a child acting cute. It seems Theresa's words weren't without reason after all. Recalling the beautiful moments of the past, the smile on Yae Sakura's lips grew wider as she looked at Ling Mo.

Pink cherry blossom leaves, as if they would never run out, continuously drifted down. Beneath the tree, Ling Mo's expression was somewhat blank.

I just want to sleep... What did I do wrong? Did I offend something today? Why is getting some sleep so hard?

Who else could pull him into Stigmata Space? Ling Mo did not even need to think about it. In the entire world, there was only Finality!

Looking at Finality, who sat floating in the air some distance away, swinging her little legs and smiling maliciously, Ling Mo had only one thought at that moment: Ah! That old woman is acting up again!

Over the past two years, Finality had constantly come up with things that sent Ling Mo's blood pressure through the roof. Endure for a moment and the winds would calm, but take one step back and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got! Let him tell you, if Snow Empress had not held Ling Mo back these past two years, Ling Mo might have been beaten to death by Finality long ago. Sigh, there was no helping it—the difference in strength was too great. If they fought, Ling Mo would definitely be the one who died.

"Go on, what is it this time?" After greeting Snow Empress beside him, Ling Mo walked up to Finality and asked.

Finality extended a finger from the hand supporting her chin and rhythmically tapped her cheek. Only after a short while did she speak unhurriedly. "About a dozen kilometers away from you, three interesting... things have arrived. Go take a look."

"Big sis, do you know where I am right now? A military camp. Is that somewhere I can just wander around? I'm resting between shifts, and they're still fighting outside. I can't go. Forget it, I'm going back to sleep." Ling Mo waved his hand. He had no desire to indulge the old woman's madness. Wouldn't going back to sleep while holding Yae Sakura be much nicer?

"I don't care~ Go now~" As she spoke, Finality stretched out her right leg, intending to rub Ling Mo's face with her bare foot.

Ling Mo took a step back and turned his face aside to avoid it. "Quit messing around. Why are you giving me trouble? What exactly are those things that arrived outside? You weren't like this before."

"Oh? What was I like before?" Finality landed as she spoke, leaning forward with a smile as she drew closer to Ling Mo.

Ling Mo leaned back and retreated, frowning. What was she going crazy over now? "Nothing. It's just rare to see you interested in something. Forget it if you won't tell me. Do whatever you want; I won't be going."

With that, Ling Mo was about to leave Stigmata Space, but Finality's next words stopped him.

"Based on what you told me about this world, they should be Demon God Pillars. I've never seen Demon God Pillars, but when you competed before, I sensed the aura of Seal of the Throne. These three are different. Based on the information you gave me, after ruling out the possibilities, only Demon God Pillars remain."

Ling Mo said, "And?"

Seeing how obviously determined Ling Mo was to slack off, Finality was helpless as well. "Go take a look. If you get the chance, bring one back. I'll use it as a reference. If you're lucky, once the rules adapt, you'll be able to use Herrscher Authority to a greater extent. That might barely free you from the Soul Power Level limitations of your martial soul. Of course, that's the best-case scenario. That thing might also be completely useless."

Ling Mo said, "So what's the difference between saying that and saying nothing? Besides, even if it is useful, so what? If there's nothing else, I'm leaving. Bye, I'm out."

Meanwhile, Long Haochen had already met his future father-in-law.

"Achoo." Half-asleep, Ling Mo rubbed his nose. Why did he keep having this ominous feeling?