From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 383 If you want it, you have to come and get it yourself.

"Alright, alright, I'll help you!"

Mordy was overjoyed and couldn't wait to leap forward before Douglas had even finished speaking.

The spear that would end the world was accompanied by a flash of blood as he firmly grasped it with his right hand. Before he could even warm the handle, he threw it with all his might.

The spear transformed into a beam of red light, twisting into a spiral shape, and shot towards the entire rift with a roar, even piercing through a part of Douglas within it.

As a demonic artifact not under the control of the demon god, the edge of the Unchanging End Spear was so powerful that even the massive Light of Revelation could not withstand it, and could only barely offset a portion of its attack.

I must not let myself be erased from the current timeline by this shot.

"Stix, what are you doing?!"

An angry roar echoed between heaven and earth, causing the already unstable structure of reality to collapse.

Amidst the whistling wind, Modi raised his hand and grasped the blood-red spiral spear once more.

"Of course, it's to see you off on your final journey."

He raised the gun, locked onto the energy source with his spiritual sense, and threw it.

Another final spiral, after the spiral pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth disappeared, the last bit of stable structure left in this pocket dimension vanished without a trace.

With a gentle push, he shoved Valentine out of the devastated land and into a safe dimension, then turned and stepped into the crevices of the various dimensions of the mother world.

Before them lay a colossal creature, encased in a framework composed of countless dimensions, having only regained a portion of its mobility.

Light of Revelation, Divine Light, Guide, Silver Giant... these are all titles bestowed upon Him.

"Douglas." Mordy uttered the name of the sleeve, and the spear in his hand emitted a terrifying red light.

"You have broken our agreement!" Douglas stared into his eyes, his anger completely gone, leaving only cold rationality.

No, I have fulfilled our promise.

Modi smiled slyly, dodging the attack that seemed to come from nowhere, and began to speak eloquently.

"I made a deal with you to cause some damage to the mother world, giving you a chance to be created after containment failed. Now that part of the agreement has been fulfilled, what remains is our old score."

"Our agreement is over. I have no obligation to help you one last time. Now is the time for struggle."

He brandished the spear that ended all immutability, slamming it down as if it were a large club.

The spiral-shaped gun head smashed into the sprawling geometric structure, breaking it in two.

Douglas didn't care about such minor details; after all, the creature was so large that such insignificant damage could be ignored.

But he did not easily let go of the person who brought about this outcome, because he also knew that giving this person some time would be enough to destroy all of His plans.

In an instant, light rose, filling the gaps between the various pocket dimensions and illuminating the cold darkness of the mother world that few cared about.

Every part of His body, every extension of His limbs, is a source of light, radiating this enlightening brilliance.

Vast amounts of knowledge and wisdom lie hidden within the light; they call out and promise that as long as one accepts this sacred radiance, one will receive its gifts.

"You're nothing but a monstrous creature with a twisted body and mind, yet you dare to expect me to submit?"

Modi dismissed the question with disdain.

Upon seeing this light, he became certain of one thing: Douglas, true to his name, was an immortal walking the path of light.

However, He did not inherit the legacy of the God of Light, but is a new generation of immortal beings of light.

At the same time, His understanding of the path of light is different from that of Mordred. Mordred is more inclined to destruction in terms of time, change and physical aspects, while He is inclined to distortion, whether spiritual or material.

Hidden within the light are these very distortions, the very source of the depravity of the cult's followers and their ancestors.

"Douglas, you are the root cause of the degeneration of the cult's followers. Because of your experiments, that once prosperous civilization collapsed, and everyone degenerated under your guidance."

"A thousand years later, you have once again descended upon the former testing grounds, to enlighten them and guide them to rise. What is the purpose of all this?"

With a casual flick of his wrist, he unleashed a red spiral beam of light that instantly leveled the surrounding distorted light.

His question then rang out, precisely cutting into Douglas's thoughts.

"That's what the bishop told you, isn't it?" he sighed. "You've decided to become my enemy because of this?"

Seeing that Modi remained silent, only swinging his spiral spear to extinguish the surrounding light of enlightenment, He knew that the other party would not respond until He answered.

"Since you want to know, then I will tell you. All of this is just to explore a possibility."

He spoke at a moderate pace, as if he were recounting a trivial matter.

Have you ever heard the origin myths about the human race? You've probably heard quite a few.

Modi paused for a moment, his thoughts racing, before thrusting out his spiral spear once more just before the surging tide of light approached.

He noticed Douglas's choice of words, "human race" rather than "human beings," which meant that he was referring not just to the people of a particular world, but to the entire group called "human beings."

As mentioned, Mordi had indeed heard many related accounts, at least eighty or a hundred, covering many worlds and with varying content.

There are theories of evolution and creationism, with the latter being the most prevalent and widespread in many worlds with extraordinary elements.

The only difference lies in the identity of the creator.

"Have you ever wondered why humans are so widely distributed, even more common than insectoids, and why the creators in creation myths do not have a unified identity and their methods of creation are different?"

Douglas's voice continued, growing ever more ethereal and otherworldly, as if his presence were drifting away from reality.

"I was curious about this, so I did a small experiment...that's all."

"The little experiment you're talking about is turning back their time and causing them to regress into monkeys?" Mordy said sarcastically.

"Otherwise what? At least I didn't turn them into a pot of primordial soup or bacteria." Douglas showed no remorse.

"However, at least I have proven one thing: from the perspective of genes and bloodlines, humans from different worlds are actually different races."

The distorted light continued to expand, pushing the various dimensions within the framework of the mother world to further separate.

Within the core dimension, the Order's technicians, drenched in sweat, fought against Douglas with all their might, attempting to reintegrate him.

"During the first containment, a loophole was indeed left for Him, allowing Him to secretly gain some privileges during the containment period."

Titus's expression was solemn, showing no respect for their faith, only hatred etched into his blood.

"Fortunately, we brought in a strong ally. With him, we not only lured Him out, but also kept the losses within a certain range," Valentine said optimistically.

"The motives of that person who agreed to help are a bit unclear. Although the rewards from the cult are indeed generous, he agreed too readily."

This was the only question in his mind.

The Pope shook his head and calmly said, "Valentine, don't be too suspicious. Our ancestors were willing to believe in our enemies for the sake of future revenge, so why can't we believe in an immortal from elsewhere for the sake of revenge now?"

"Valentine, we've done what we could. Now, let's continue our work and wait for the outcome."

"Your Holiness, Your Excellency, although I am very reluctant to disturb you, I think there are some unusual circumstances that you need to take a look at."

The two were immediately drawn to the screen. Titus walked over, glanced at it, and frowned, saying, "The sensors have detected three unusually high-energy signals?"

"Yes, based on the analysis, these should be three high-ranking immortals."

"Who are they? What are they doing here?"

He narrowed his eyes, and just as he was about to order someone to contact the three signals, Valentine spoke up: "Your Majesty, those are reinforcements brought in by Lord Styx."

"Help?"

After confirming the request several times, the Pope thought about it and finally ordered the passage.

As the outer barrier of the Mother World slowly opened and three alien immortals entered, the battle of blood and light continued within the dimensional rift of the Mother World.

"I have conducted similar experiments in many worlds. Some of them reverted to apes, while others reverted to divine lineage. They call themselves demigods, golden humans, or innate humans."

At this point, Douglas paused, then continued in a tone that was hard to decipher—perhaps sarcasm or helplessness—"Even within the concept of 'humanity,' genetically and in terms of bloodline, people from different worlds are completely different races. Some evolved from monkeys, while others are descendants of gods."

"What kind of background would you prefer to have? Do you know the reasons behind this phenomenon?"

Modi sneered, and the spiral spear flew out of his hand, crashing heavily into the outer layer of the mother world, leaving behind a large vacuum in its wake.

"If I had a choice, I would prefer that my ancestor was a monkey, a life form that evolved naturally from a single-celled organism. At least that way, I wouldn't have an inexplicable creator above my head."

"Moreover," he said, unleashing two sword beams that cleaved the closing light barrier, "our timeline has long since closed. Our past origins cannot bind us. Every immortal is a completely new race."

As the spear of the Endless End pierced the outer barrier, shadows spread inward, and three chaotic and malevolent auras seeped in simultaneously.

"As for the cause, isn't it quite simple?"

Modi stood with his sword in hand, his shadow silently extending backward and merging with the three twisted shadows.

He stood on the same side as the three gods, with a red light, symbolizing blood and slaughter, gradually emerging from behind him.

"It's common for immortals to modify timelines and become their own progenitors. In fact, it's rare for immortals not to do this."

The four auras blended perfectly, indistinguishable from one another, and appeared to be on the same side.

Douglas was speechless. The four people opposite him were clearly prepared and had probably been waiting for a long time.

If his enemy is only the Lord of the Blood Sea, he believes that with the authority over the mother world he has usurped, he can still hold his own against the enemy for a while.

But if the enemy is four high-ranking immortals who have planned this all along, then he can only seek victory in his dreams.

"Just how much preparation have you made for this moment?" he said slowly. "Just because of those degenerated humans, you decided to give up the demonic essence that was rightfully yours?"

Modi shook his head and said coldly, "It's not for them, but because of your actions, I can't trust you."

"I?"

"I hate it when other people make decisions for me, and I suspect you have no intention of keeping your promise at all."

"I see." Douglas's voice was deep. "Perhaps I shouldn't have done it back then, but you're right about one thing: I really didn't intend to keep my promise."

"But it's different now. As long as you leave and promise never to interfere, I will give you the essence directly."

As He spoke, His gaze occasionally drifted toward the other three figures.

Although He did not know their identities, He could see their twisted and chaotic nature—unlike the Lord of the Blood Sea, they did not try to conceal themselves.

In Douglas's understanding, since they were a bunch of chaotic lunatics, there was no possibility of unity among them.

By using the decoy's true nature as bait, they might be able to break up the united front of the faction.

However, to His surprise, there were no contradictions or quarrels within the four Chaos Gods that He had imagined.

On the contrary, these four guys remained unmoved by Xiu's provocation.

"The God of Slaughter, He's trying to sow discord among us," the God of Usurpation grumbled. "He underestimates the bond between the four of us gods."

"Exactly, exactly," Elysium chimed in. "The subspace bears witness to our unbreakable bond."

Modi glanced at him sideways, without mentioning the minor conflict that had occurred not long ago.

While there is no affection between the four gods, they are bound by deep interests and will not easily fall apart.

A mere fraction of demonic essence is naturally insufficient to dismantle this small group.

"Now that things have come to this, let's act quickly."

Modi raised his hand, bracing the spiraling spear, letting the blood energy flow around him.

"Like I said, I don't trust you."

Since we've already broken off relations, we must go all the way. Even if we can't eliminate Douglas, we must at least make Xiu lose this vessel.

The gun barrel trembled violently, shattering the surrounding space.

"Douglas, your days of dominating the essence of the demon are over... Give it to me."

"If you want it, you have to come and get it yourself. You already know the rules."

Douglas knew that the negotiations had failed and that a real fight was inevitable.

He knew that two fists could not fight four hands, and that his chances of survival were slim.

"But I have no way out," His emotions gradually turned violent, and the billions of radiance He emitted was tinged with a tyrannical undertone. "Then, let's settle this with our skills."

Since there is no way to retreat, we don't mind risking everything and going all out, even if we can only take a bite out of the enemy.

The final spiral shot out with the force of annihilation, its spiral beam of light overshadowing the light of revelation, firing the first shot in this doomed, unfair war.

Slaughtering Heaven grinned and swung its sword, severing countless rays of light. Usurping Heaven followed closely behind, seizing and modifying the authority belonging to Douglas. Corruption Heaven casually waved its hand, and miasma spread through the narrow gaps, dispelling the stubborn radiance along with Bliss Heaven.

The balance of power in the war tilted rapidly, and Douglas could almost foresee his own defeat.