From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 382 Donning the Skin of the Past

When Mo Di emerged from the time fragment, the scenes from just moments ago were still replaying in his mind.

The light of enlightenment descended from the sky, shining equally on every ape, awakening the long-dormant light of wisdom within their heads. This process was very natural, with almost no pauses.

It was as if it were an entity that had enlightened them, already knowing their situation, and not missing even the smallest detail.

"Your Excellency, thank you for your time. The Order will remember this forever."

Valentine was a step behind Mordy; he still had to clean up the mess and get that time segment back into the loop.

At this moment, the smile on his face was different from before; it was a genuine smile.

"It's just a win-win situation." Modi waved his hand. "Is there anywhere else you want to take me to visit? Preferably something like this museum."

He paused for a moment, then broke into an even warmer smile.

"Of course, of course. Since you're so eager for it, I'll certainly grant your wish. Please follow me."

As the first bishop, Valentine wielded considerable power within the order, almost second only to the emperor.

Even if something were to happen to Titus, he could immediately take over and become the Pope.

In a sense, he was Titus’s chosen successor.

With this status and power, he can basically travel without hindrance as long as he doesn't go to places that require a high level of secrecy.

Almost no one would stop him.

Thanks to this, Modi's visit went smoothly, and he was able to visit all sorts of remote but significant places.

Incidentally, he also planted his own hidden agents along the way, ready to be activated and destroyed at his command.

In this way, Douglas could take advantage of the destruction of the Mother World and the distraction of the Order to attempt to break free from the Mother World's containment of Him.

This fulfills the agreement between the two.

"Ugh, this is suffocating!" A small crack appeared in the barrier sealing the stagnant light, allowing Douglas's voice to escape.

"What have you been doing? Why have you kept me locked up for so long?"

"I've deployed some hidden agents, preparing to launch a major attack on the Order when the time comes," Mordy replied truthfully.

"As for why we need to shut down your senses, it's firstly to prevent others from discovering you, and secondly to prevent you from causing any trouble."

The "trouble" he was referring to was naturally the accident that Douglas had caused earlier.

But He seemed not to understand him, laughed it off, and changed the subject.

"I see. I misunderstood you, Lord of the Blood Sea. You are indeed a good partner."

Despite this, Douglas harbored suspicions.

Could this guy have really gone to set up a secret operation? Would he really cooperate so obediently?

After a moment of reflection, He now sincerely longed for His original infinite computing power and astonishing wisdom.

If those two things were still there, he wouldn't have to spend so much time thinking about something.

At this moment, He felt as if He had developed symptoms of intellectual disability, which He found very uncomfortable.

After thinking for a long time, Xiu couldn't come up with a solution, and could only attribute it all to the fact that the demon god he controlled was essentially 0.

Although it is only an incomplete essence, it is still a priceless treasure. Countless immortals have pursued it, all for that elusive ascension.

He now holds the essence of the Demon God. To obtain this essence, it must be released. This is probably why the Lord of the Blood Sea is acting in accordance with the agreement.

Having figured this out, Douglas breathed a sigh of relief and felt much better.

He probably knew what the other party wanted, so even if he was unwilling, the other party would still abide by the agreement.

He seems to have an urgent need for the essence of demons, so could I do something about it?

Dark thoughts lingered, and the things he thought about were things that couldn't be brought into the light, completely contradicting his reputation as a righteous and upright official.

While He was devising his ingenious plan, Mordy had already returned to the repaired pocket dimension and was calling on his friends.

"The cult seems to have missed the loopholes left when the accident was created, which is perfect for me."

Modi muttered to himself, but his thoughts were already focused on the loophole, heading towards the Mother World.

At the edge of the galaxy, a humanoid projection appeared, standing in the void, looking around.

In the field of vision, there was only the vast expanse of space and an enormous, silvery-white barrier.

"It's expanded again. Just how much of Douglas's mass has the Order absorbed? No wonder that guy keeps complaining."

He would complain if the quality he worked so hard for was used carelessly by others.

But empathy is just empathy; when it comes to taking action, you still have to take action.

"By the way, where are those three guys? Haven't they arrived yet?"

Modi was getting impatient, but thankfully, the three gods didn't stand him up in the end.

Deep space twisted, and a sudden suction force enveloped him, pulling him towards some point in space.

He didn't resist; instead, he felt a sense of relief, as if he had finally arrived. The entire projection was pulled into a dimensional rift.

"You've finally arrived." A familiar, cunning voice rang out, and a small blue bird fluttered its wings, trying to land on his shoulder.

Unexpectedly, his body was not a physical entity, and he ended up missing.

Unfazed by the change of heaven, he directly transformed himself from a physical entity into a non-physical one, forcibly fixing himself on his shoulder.

"Is your obsession with my shoulder really that big?" Mordy said, dissatisfied.

The altered sky didn't respond, only muttered a few words. Beside it, the bloated green figure spoke up: "We almost broke in if your information had arrived any later."

Zhifutian remained half-dead, bloated and highly decomposed.

Bliss gave Him a disdainful look, shifted his position, and then said, "But are we really not going to take action against that cult? Their souls look delicious, hmm, they're all a very devout group of believers."

"Wouldn't it be delicious to tempt them into depravity?" He thought to himself.

The more conservative and steadfast a soul is, the more indulgent it becomes after it falls into depravity.

These are often the prey that Blissful Heaven likes the most.

"No," Modi said firmly, his gaze fixed on Him like an arrow. "I have an agreement with them that I cannot harm them at will."

"If I break the agreement because of you, don't blame me for teaching you a lesson."

His words are not to be questioned or disobeyed.

Even the three gods were unwilling to provoke its power.

"Fine, fine," Jiletian scoffed, "You're so high and mighty, you like to play the good guy."

"It's not that I want to be a good person, it's just that they made an appointment with me, it's that simple."

"I didn't realize you were so good at keeping your promises," He said sarcastically. "But was it really necessary? After pretending for so long, shouldn't you shed your old facade?"

"Our essence is chaotic and distorted. Don't you feel hypocritical using the rational aspects of your past to constrain your present self?"

"I'd like to," Mordy said, offering only this one sentence.

What Bliss said was not wrong. He restrained himself with the rationality he had when he was a human being, trying his best to act like a human being. But no matter what, his inner self was no longer the person he used to be.

Instead, it is a terrifying thing called the Sea of ​​Blood.

Even a scholar who has been away for three days should be viewed with new respect, let alone someone who wields the power of change and is constantly changing himself, making it impossible for him to remain unchanged.

He still maintains his past rationality on the surface, which is already a sign of restraint on his part.

If he chooses to indulge himself, he will probably immediately transform into a master of slaughter, truly living up to the name of the Slaughtering Heaven.

At that time, the Blood God Cult, which rules central and northern Itnity, will also degenerate into a cult that only engages in killing and no longer maintains stability, just like the power of the Three Gods.

Everything related to him will quickly become corrupt and degenerate.

"Unfortunately, this kind of thinking will only hold you back. You have too much power that is bound by the past. Otherwise, you would be able to become the strongest immortal in the Abyss."

On his shoulder, the eccentric figure shook his head and sighed.

"You could have been stronger, but you've become weaker. Was it because of those people that you've been dragged down?"

He flapped his wings, creating a series of images.

The image shows bishops, followers, and craftsmen of the Blood God Cult, employees of the Styx Company, and citizens of Avalon.

Without exception, they were all people related to Modi.

In the eyes of the distorted heavens, these people are both the source of Modi's faith and the chains that bind him. As long as the chains are broken, the subspace side will gain another top-level combatant.

"It's interesting to think about."

He stretched out his wings, trying to manipulate those seemingly illusory images, but...

The spiraling light grazed the edge of the bird's feathers, just a hair's breadth away from piercing its wing.

The altered sky let out a strange laugh and retracted its wings.

"I advise you all to behave yourselves. Even if I don't break free of my shackles, I can still take down at least two of you."

Modi withdrew the Unchanging End Spear, his expression grim.

"Whether it's shackles or constraints, they are all part of me, my things, and only I can decide their fate."

As soon as he finished speaking, a biting wind blew out from behind him, sweeping through the small dimensional rift and bringing a deathly chill.

In a short while, the feathers of the Usurper Heaven were covered with frost, the pus flowing from the body of the Corrupted Heaven was frozen into ice, and the face of the Blissful Heaven was also frozen red, making strange noises.

A deathly cold tide swirled around Modi, their energies interacting and blending together like water and milk, indistinguishable from one another.

"Coo coo, is this the immortal from your side?" The mutated sky shook its body, shattering all the frost flowers, and then turned its head to preen its feathers.

"Hmm, what a womanless guy," Elysium's eyes were glazed over. "Slaughtering Heaven, why don't you break up with her? I promise I'll give you the ultimate pleasure, mmm mmm mmm!"

"Shut up!" Zhi Futian grabbed a sticky lump of stuff and stuffed it into his sleeve, then looked helplessly at Mo Di.

"I didn't say anything, I didn't do anything, why drag me into this?"

Modi glanced at him, suspecting that this guy had also conspired with the other two. After all, the relationship between the four gods had never been harmonious; they were just a group deeply bound by interests.

But this matter should be put behind us now. It was just a test, there's no need to completely break ties.

He patted the manifestation of the cold wave and said in a gentle tone that was completely different from before, "Good boy, go back first, I have to get down to business."

The cold wind subsided slightly, emitting a series of "whooshing" sounds, and gradually receded.

Modi retracted his spiral spear, dispersed the images, and his expression softened considerably, though it remained cold and stern.

"Now, let's return to our original topic... I need your help when the mother world, that silver behemoth, is destroyed..."

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After hearing his request, Zhi Futian frowned and asked, "Why do you want to do this? What we want is the essence of a demon god. Wouldn't doing this be going against our goal?"

Modi did not answer His question, but simply replied, "You will understand sooner or later. From now on, just do as I say."

The mental projection flickered, a sign that he was about to take action.

He turned back and glanced at the view outside the dimensional slit. The silvery-white behemoth was still expanding and changing, and he couldn't see anything wrong with it.

But inside, in some places, the countdown has already begun.

"Get ready to strike, don't let the target get away."

Upon uttering those words, the mental projection abruptly collapsed.

Modi's vision went black for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already withdrawn that wisp of thought.

"It's time to make a move."

He broke the barrier that sealed the stagnant light and said to the impatient Douglas, "Get ready."

"You're finally going to make your move?" Douglas asked in surprise. "I've been ready for a long time."

Modi nodded and signaled to his hidden agents in various locations.

One second, two seconds... There was no unusual movement within the pocket dimension, but he could clearly feel the stagnant light in his hand trembling, radiating joy and excitement.

"The mother world has been attacked, and the containment system has a major vulnerability. Now is the time for me to escape."

Douglas's voice was filled with excitement. Under Mordy's gaze, the stagnant light began to flow again, stretching into an extremely fine thread that shot into the distance.

"Lord of the Blood Sea, I need your help, one last time..."

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The echo lingered, and Modi smiled slightly, not caring whether He had heard or not, and said, "Of course, I will help you... one last time."

With a strange smile, he opened a door and stepped out of the pocket dimension that the cult had arranged for him.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Valentine waiting beside him.

He looked somewhat anxious, but managed to remain calm.

Upon seeing Modi appear, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward.

"Your Excellency, the Mother World has been attacked by an unknown force. We request your assistance."

"That's why I came here," Mordy said.

The two exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.

"The attacked areas were remote locations such as large museums and exhibition halls. Fortunately, no innocent civilians were affected."

"However, because certain sections were destroyed, the mother world's system functions malfunctioned, causing some things to start to rebel."

"For example?" Mordy asked in return.

Valentine replied, "For example, the light of revelation that you've been concerned about, or rather, the divine light."

"Then what are we waiting for? I'll go and meet Him right now," he said with a smile.

Just then, their dimension was affected, and a dark rift appeared above their heads, accompanied by a sharp scraping sound.

A violent voice came from within, perfectly conveying the emotions of its owner.

"Lord of the Blood Sea, come and help me, this is the last time!"

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