From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 370 The Silent King, Death Star Shipyard

"What's this? A piece of metal debris?"

Modi, accompanied by a group of tech-savvy young men, stood in awe of the things the mining ship had just salvaged.

At his instruction, several tech experts are testing that thing.

One of the tech-savvy burly men took a probing hammer and gently tapped the surface of the black wreckage.

A crisp sound echoed in the cabin, and a display screen immediately showed a lot of data.

"Its hardness is beyond imagination; it's hard to imagine how it was destroyed," a tech guy said softly.

"With the power of our main guns, even if we fire dozens of rounds, we probably won't be able to cause it even the slightest damage."

Modi even suspected that this jet-black metal remnant might be the remains of some mechanical god.

"My lord, the analysis results are in."

"That expert just shouted, his eyes filled with disbelief."

"Based on analysis, it can be basically confirmed that this is a zero-element material! No wonder it is so hard."

"Zero-element material? In other words, this thing is actually a piece of neutron armor?"

Modi gasped, and the tech guys around him did the same.

As researchers within the Blood God Cult, they understood what this meant.

Zero-element materials currently only exist in their theories; their fleet only uses resistant steel materials.

Although resistant steel materials are already quite advanced, they are still completely inadequate compared to zero-element materials.

"According to calculations, such a large piece of Zero Element Armor is sufficient to withstand a standard-level planetary attack head-on," Tech Master added.

"Now I believe it. I believe this thing either belongs to some demon god or is a creation of some powerful alien civilization."

Modi stepped forward and tapped the surface of the wreckage with the back of his fingers, listening to the sound it made.

The spiritual sense silently seeped into the wreckage, attempting to scan its microstructure, but it could only penetrate less than 1mm before it could not go any deeper.

Clearly, this object also has the function of preventing spiritual awareness and mental scanning.

This is normal, after all, his fleet also has a similar function, used to prevent psychics from spying on secrets.

To conduct psychological intervention.

"Is it possible to reverse engineer the manufacturing process of zero-element materials?" Modi turned to look at the big guy.

The tech tycoon who led the group of young techies pondered for a moment, looking troubled, much like a contractor being harassed by a client.

"You can try, but it's very difficult and the time required is hard to calculate. You have to be prepared that all the manpower and resources you invest will go down the drain," he said with difficulty.

Modi thought about it and figured he could give it a try. After all, he was now wealthy and could afford to support this research.

"Go ahead and do it. I'll allocate another research grant to you."

With a wave of his large, tangible hand, the tech guys who received the budget were overjoyed, constantly chanting "Praise be to the Blood God."

Dajiba also showed a genuine smile.

Sure enough, going directly to His Majesty the Blood God was the right thing to do. If we had gone to the steward Elena to haggle over the funding, who knows when we would have gotten it.

What could be faster than going directly to the Blood God?

"Take this metal debris out of here and build a research institute nearby. Don't bring it back to the core area for further research," Modi ordered.

He was still a little worried about the thing. What if it exploded when he brought it home?

What if this thing is truly a relic of the demon god, and its hidden mechanism is suddenly triggered during research, causing the demon god to revive?

In short, let's just leave it here for research. Even if something really happens, he won't be that heartbroken.

If he could actually develop a zero-element material manufacturing process, he would have the opportunity to upgrade the fleet and even strengthen himself.

"My lord, is there anything else you require?"

After the master technician directed the young technician to move the wreckage away, he turned to Modi and asked him respectfully.

We can't be disrespectful; this is their faith, and they've even been given funding.

Modi looked at the projection, stroked his chin, and asked, "Did the salvage ship find anything else? Like similar Zero-elemental armor wreckage?"

"Well, not yet. After all, this Zero Element Armor isn't something you can just throw away; it's not that easy to damage."

He scratched his head and said, "I estimate that this piece of Zero-Element Armor is the only one that has peeled off. In fact, I still find it hard to imagine what kind of attack could have caused damage to something like this."

"If it's the Demon God of Death, it shouldn't be difficult to do, since the realm of death is inseparable from the rule of entropy increase."

Modi remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the projection.

He didn't feel anything was wrong; on the contrary, his subordinates felt uncomfortable.

As we all know, if someone is constantly watching you while you are doing a task, it can greatly affect your work efficiency.

Especially since this person was their direct superior.

However, some people showed extremely high enthusiasm for their work.

In their view, this was almost like being watched by the gods, a rare honor.

drip.

The ship's AI suddenly issued an alarm, and the projection screen automatically switched to a star map, marking a red dot at a certain location on it.

"An unidentified signal has been detected. Based on energy level, there is a 98% probability that the target is an individual at the immortal level."

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"An immortal?" Mordy tilted his head. "How come there are other people in such a remote battlefield?"

"My lord, that being who appears to be an immortal has descended right near one of our mining ships. Look..."

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"Big Skill Master said cautiously."

"I will go there. Also, notify the Third Expeditionary Fleet to proceed to the target location, and the rest of the fleet to enter a state of war."

He gave a word of advice and stepped into the rift he had casually torn open.

On the other side of the rift, in the vast depths of space, floated slowly... a strange being with tentacles on its back, a broken landmass at its front, and only one eyeball showing.

It has a moon-like shape, with dozens of thick, long tentacles at its rear swaying unconsciously, and its eyes in front showing a curious expression as it stares with great interest at the surrounding mining ships.

"I didn't expect someone to get here before me."

The ethereal voice resonated in the hearts of the crew members, instilling in them an immense, tangible pressure.

Even if it didn't show any malice, just saying a single sentence was not something that someone below the Immortal level could easily withstand, unless it intentionally restrained its power.

But this is like switching your breathing from automatic to manual mode. Why would you condescend to do this to a group of people you don't know well?

"My friend, you might want to tone down your power, otherwise, my subordinates will be in a difficult position."

It was stunned, not expecting to encounter a character of the same level as itself, and immediately withdrew its power.

This is the most basic respect for those who exist at the same level.

"You should go back first," Modi's voice echoed in the crew's minds.

As if a heavy stone had been lifted from their hearts, they subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

After silently chanting "Praise be to the Blood God," they immediately ordered the ship's AI to turn the ship around.

The ore-mining ship hurriedly left the powder keg area, handing the stage back to the two lead actors.

“We can have a proper talk now,” Mordy said, looking at the eyeball topped with a landmass, “this unknown friend.”

"Just call me Lilina."

Its eyes darted around, tentacles flicking, and it greeted him enthusiastically, "And you? What's your name?"

"The River Styx."

"Styx...you smell strongly of blood, but also kind of fragrant...may I have a taste?"

"Lilina asked in an innocent tone."

"...Do you want to hear what you just said?"

Modi's expression hardened. What did it mean to ask for a "taste" as soon as they met?

This is not how immortals socialize!

You should first chat with me about everything under the sun, invite me to be your fellow Daoist, occasionally sit down and discuss Daoist principles to trigger special CGs, and then help each other out with small favors to raise my favorability.

Finally, choose a special day to make this request, and I will reluctantly agree to share some of my flesh and blood with you.

In short, this isn't how immortals socialize; I won't grant you such a blatant request.

"Can't I?" Lilina looked disappointed, her eyelids drooping limply.

"We've only just met, how could I possibly agree to something like that?"

Modi looked at it like it was a fool.

"Instead of that, why don't you tell me why you're here? Maybe I can help you?"

"Oh, oh," Lilina flicked her tentacles and swam to him like a fish. "I sensed that a war between demons broke out here not long ago, so I came here to see if there was any good food."

"...That's it?"

"That's it, I've said my piece. So, can you help me?" Lilina's eyes darted around as she looked him up and down. "If it's you, I don't mind."

"I mind." Modi subtly distanced himself from it.

"What a pity... How about this," it suddenly had an idea, "how about we exchange some of our genetic material?"

"You've also embarked on the path of devouring and evolution, haven't you? My genes should be quite helpful to you. In that case, you won't lose out, and I'll have a good meal too."

"hiss-

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Mo Di's pupils dilated in shock, and he was frozen in place by those words.

He thought he was shameless enough, but he never expected that there were immortals who were even less shameless than him.

It's hard to imagine who this Lilina studied under.

"Let's forget about genetic material. I can provide plenty of biomass." He refused without hesitation, adding that they could consider another option.

"That's a pity, but having biomass is good too."

Lilina stretched out her tentacles and scratched the landmass that served as her head.

"However, I won't take your biomass for nothing... Here's what I'll do: I have some genetic samples that I exchanged with my tribe, so I'll give them to you."

"You have a clan?" Modi raised an eyebrow. It was rare enough that immortals had clans.

"Of course, I am an Immortal of the Zerg sequence, and also a special unit within it—a living planet."

Lilina spoke with great pride about her people.

"Although after the ancestor left, the tribe gained more autonomy with the permission of the new ruler and even developed many different paths, we have always belonged to the same tribe."

"The Zerg, huh? That's not surprising."

Modi nodded; he had heard of the Zerg.

Some call them mobile natural disasters from the multiverse, devouring everything in their path, and crucially, they seem to have powerful backers, making them not to be trifled with.

However, since it's a Zerg, it's not surprising that it speaks so bluntly.

Exchanging genetic material must be commonplace for them.

"By the way," Modi suddenly remembered something and asked, "Lilina, do you know which two demon gods were fighting earlier?"

"Oh, of course I know," Lilina blinked, "It's the Silent King and the Death Star Shipyard."

"I see," Modi suddenly realized. "The former must be a demon god of the realm of death, while the latter belongs to the mechanical god lineage."

No, you're wrong.

Lilina shook her head. "The former is a mechanical god, while the latter belongs to the realm of death."

"what?"

He couldn't understand why such a futuristic name as "Death Star Shipyard" belonged to a demon of death.

In response, Lilina explained, "The Death Star Graveyard is essentially a tomb composed of countless fallen starships. Although we don't know how it came to be, it is clearly in harmony with the realm of death."

"The Silent King, on the other hand, is a soulless being who uploads his consciousness to the network. His body is entirely made of living metal, making him an absolute mechanical god."

I never expected it to be like this.

Modi thought of the piece of Zero Element armor wreckage and suspected that it had been peeled off from the Death Star ship.

Among so many fallen starships, the Zero Element Armor might have originated from one of them.

Having confirmed that Lilina meant him no harm, he decided to invite her to be a fellow traveler and see if they could build up their mutual goodwill so that he could unlock special CGs in the future.

Don't get me wrong, he just wanted to try and see if he could get on the Zerg's side, just like he got on the Warp.

The immortals don't fight and kill each other, but rather interact with each other through human relationships and social interactions.

"Biomass, it's delicious."

Lilina sucked on the refined biomass with her tentacles, making satisfied purring sounds.

"Oh, right, this is for you."

It struggled to move its body, as if it were performing some kind of unspeakable physiological activity.

Finally, with a shudder, its tentacles drooped limply.

A white, egg-shaped object was expelled from its body.

"Phew, that feels good," it said, handing the egg-shaped object to Modi. "Take this; it's what I promised you."

"Do you really have to do it this way? Isn't there a more efficient way?"

Modi took the egg-shaped object with a strange expression.

This contains some of Lilina's genetic information, making it priceless.

"As a race that values ​​efficiency, I do have more efficient ways."

Lilina said slowly, "But that was the custom of the progenitors. The current rulers encourage us to have our own hobbies."

"So this is your hobby?"

"That's just one of them. Actually, what I like to do most is to bury genetic material inside a planet and observe the growth and development of offspring."

Damn, girl, that post is so weird.

Modi thought that the Elysium he had seen was already a strange person among the immortals, but he did not expect that there was an even stranger being.

He looked at the white, egg-shaped object in his hand and quickly threw it into the sea of ​​blood, recording only the genetic information and decomposing everything else into pure biomass.