From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 373 Even Immortals Can't Escape Human Relationships

Meanwhile, as the Silent Apostle was assembling its super unit, Lilina seemed to realize something, and her eyes narrowed.

A moment later, it followed the example of the Apostle of Silence and entered the second phase as well.

A large amount of gray, gelatinous substance gushed out from its body, filling every crevice in the surrounding space and forming a vast gray ocean.

The viscous, disgusting gray gel squeezed and collided with each other, and countless mutated monsters leaped out from it, stepping on the bodies of their own kind, desperately struggling to escape this sea.

Those that run slowly will be dragged back by the tentacles of the gray sea, digested and decomposed by their mother, and then reborn.

Those that run fast are eligible to join the swarm and fight for their mother.

These are the principles engraved in their genes.

The mother who gave birth to them, the gray sea beneath them, is Lilina's true form, the form she inherited from her progenitor.

Even among the massive Zerg population, very few units inherited this form.

The gray ocean began to move, the filthy, gelatinous substance squeezing and colliding to form waves that swept towards the Silent Apostle at a seemingly slow but actually fast speed.

During this time, a strange, shrill sound echoed in the deep space, audible even to the three people engaged in fierce combat on the other side.

"Who's playing the suona here?"

Mordy was the first to notice the anomaly; he used the ship's visual sensors to pinpoint the source of the unusual noise.

"That's... Lilina? How did she dissolve into that state?"

The apostle duo, who were performing a folk dance, also discovered it. Having heard certain rumors, they naturally knew what this meant.

"This is a Corruption Apostle. I never expected it to be not only a living planet but also a Corruption offspring in the Zerg sequence."

The living metal on the Silent Apostle's face flowed, creating a solemn expression.

In contrast, the Death Star apostles wore expressions of delight.

If teammates also initiate the second phase, it might be able to reduce some of the losses.

With this in mind, it switched to a sarcastic mindset and taunted the enemy in the public channel: "So what if you can fight? In this world, you have to consider your strength. I may not be your match, but I still have my teammates."

Hearing its mockery, the Silent Apostle's eye twitched. He glanced at the situation outside the battlefield and gave a forced smile.

He pointed in the direction from which the gray tide was coming, and said with schadenfreude, "But your teammates don't seem to care much about you."

Following the direction he was pointing, the Death Star apostle immediately felt as if his circuitry had been compromised.

Wherever the gray tide passed, it swallowed up everything, from the interception net formed by green lightning to the wrecked spaceships under its command.

Clearly, this teammate didn't care about his surroundings when he was fighting.

"I'm sorry, but this is a necessary sacrifice." Lilina's unapology echoed across the public channel.

"You, you... never mind, I'll clear the area beforehand." The Death Star Apostle's anger was stuck in his throat.

It now only feels powerless.

It's like a middle-aged man who comes home exhausted after a long day and finds a pair of men's shoes in the entryway. Just as he's comforting himself by thinking he'll talk to his wife about it afterward, he finds her sitting on the sofa in despair, while strange noises are coming from his son's room.

Its current state is similar to this, and what's worse, it has no way to deal with it.

Among the ranks of the Silent King, the apostle it faced was undoubtedly among the most prominent.

However, within the Death Star fleet, it ranked in the middle and did not possess the same level of power as him, so it could only rely on the help of its teammates.

But Modi deliberately let it go at this moment, watching it and the Silent Apostle fight like dogs, while he himself was just fishing on the sidelines.

It's truly hateful; without even thinking, it knows what this guy is up to.

It's simply about weakening its power so that we can gain the upper hand in future negotiations.

Unfortunately, it still needs the help of its teammates. Even though Lilina is taking the opportunity to weaken it, it can't unleash its full power.

The only option was to order the abandoned spaceships to disperse, creating as much space as possible for the gray tide.

Meanwhile, the flagship was also shifting, but unfortunately, the Silent Apostle seized the opportunity and once again broke through the blockade with a short-range jump, attempting to eliminate it in one blow.

Green lightning shot out from the halo behind his head; if it hit, his flagship would be doomed.

Although Death Star Apostles can be transferred to other ships, they are ultimately not as suitable as the flagship.

"That's enough of the joking around."

The sword light fell along with the words, and in a short while, the path between the flagship and the green lightning was severed.

Although the two appear to be in the same space, they are actually on different levels. No matter how the green lightning moves, it cannot touch the flagship's outer armor.

Having survived the ordeal, the Death Star apostle vanished from its resentment towards its teammates, as if it hadn't been the one who had just been blaming Mordy.

The visual sensor transmits a signal, which is then analyzed and reconstructed to obtain a clear image.

Across the front of the flagship stretched a river of blood of unknown length.

As the green lightning crossed the blood river, it seemed as if time had slowed down, its speed gradually decreasing until it disappeared into the blood river.

Modi hovered above the Blood River, wielding the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, blocking the Silent Apostle in his path.

Like the previous two immortals, he also voluntarily activated the second phase.

"And who are you, Apostle?" the Silent Apostle asked.

With a river of blood blocking his path in front and a gray tide chasing after him from behind, he knew he was in a dilemma and stopped pursuing an attack relentlessly.

"Whose apostle am I?" Mordy repeated the question with interest, then uttered a single word: "Guess."

In a sense, he should be considered an apostle of the warp, but strictly speaking, he isn't.

The connection between the Four Gods and the subspace is different from the connection between the Apostles and the Demon Gods.

They do not follow the path of the warp, but continue on their own.

If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it.

The Silent Apostle shook his head, raised his arm with green markings, and swung it down heavily before the gray tide could surge in.

This time, it wasn't his signature green lightning anymore. He plunged his arm directly into the Blood River, determined to tear it apart single-handedly.

"As expected of the third apostle of that king, Modi." Standing on the river, Modi gazed at his colossal figure and made a simple sword-wielding gesture.

"But with this level of power, you can't do anything to me."

A cold glint flashed across the sword's edge.

This wisp of sword light detached from the sword and grew in the wind, instantly transforming into a vast expanse of blood-red light, like a galaxy, pressing down on the apostle.

The arm, tinged with green veins, was severed at the root. The living metal at its end melted into a liquid state and extended tentacles, seemingly trying to reattach the severed arm.

But at the other end, the river of blood swirled up, dragging the entire arm into the river, giving it no chance to reattach the severed arm.

The star-like crimson light did not stop there; instead, it transformed into a noose that wrapped around the gray apostle, etching sword marks onto his living, metal-cast body.

The living metal melts and reforms, constantly repairing the apostle's damaged body, only to be severed by blood-red light in the next second, repeating this cycle.

Behind them, the gray tide had already arrived.

Lilina, carrying the mutated creatures in the wave, crashed headfirst into the Apostle's body, bursting out a large amount of gray liquid like an insect being crushed and exploding.

These liquids, when attached to the Silent Apostles, can effectively inhibit the regeneration of living metal, and are more effective than the corrosive effects of blood light.

A large number of mutated and monstrous creatures also took the opportunity to swarm towards him, tearing at his body and causing further damage.

Surrounded by blood and gray light, the apostle could hardly move. In addition, he was covered in insects, so he had to separate some of his living metal to expel the insects.

The layer of living metal on the surface of the machine melted instantly and was reconstructed into a large number of small mechanical units.

These mechanical units, attached to the apostles' bodies, entangled and fought fiercely with the mutated abominations that pounced on them, much like bacteria within the body devouring each other.

"His emergency jump charge is almost complete. If you don't want to let his vessel escape, you'd better put in a little more effort," Lilina suddenly shouted.

Upon hearing this, the apostle's expression changed drastically. He tried his best to escape the gray ocean, but the viscous liquid beneath his feet clung to him and even seeped into his body, releasing a large amount of error code.

These error codes have an infectious and proliferative nature, and can easily paralyze and control living metal.

To the Apostle of Silence, this is error itself, the embodiment of error, and everything that comes into contact with it becomes part of it.

"The authority over error, infection, and mutation."

He was determined to resist the intrusion of the error code, but on the other hand, the overwhelming sea of ​​blood that was pouring down was also drawing his attention.

"Hmph, trying to escape?"

Modi arrived riding on a wave of blood, his twin swords gleaming with a chilling light. "Eat my lightning whirlwind slash!"

The two swords clashed in a circle like a giant windmill. With the blessing of the sea of ​​blood, the power contained in this sword far surpassed that of the previous blood-red light.

"Hmm..."

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The Silent Apostle groaned as the living metal parts of its body were killed, losing its ability to reconstruct.

To some extent, these living metals have lost their "vitality" and are even more fragile than ordinary alloys.

"It seems that the fate of this vessel is about to come to an end."

As the end approached, the Silent Apostle ceased its struggle, as if resigned to its fate.

Although abandoning a fleet pained him greatly, he realized that fleets are renewable, and considering that, he didn't feel it was such a great loss.

It's a pity we couldn't seize that piece of demon god's remains, nor could we inflict more damage on our mortal enemy.

The gray apostle's body was slowly being devoured, and the green patterns on its surface faded away.

The living metals that make up the body are assimilated, becoming part of a gray, viscous liquid or a sea of ​​blood.

His legs collapsed first, and the remaining half of his body suddenly slumped down, sinking into the gray swamp and the boundless sea of ​​blood.

The two behemoths collided intimately, tearing and devouring the apostle's body together, as if they were having a gluttonous feast.

Upon witnessing this scene, the Death Star Apostle hiding behind the River of Blood simulated a chilling code, causing the entire flagship to tremble uncontrollably.

The scene of the apostles being devoured was still too impactful for him.

"Luckily, I wasn't the one who got dismembered, otherwise it would have been too stimulating."

The gray swamp wriggled and grew a huge maw, biting into the remaining half of the machine.

On the other side, a dragon's head emerged from beneath the sea of ​​blood, biting the other side of the machine.

A disturbing, ear-piercing tearing sound rang out, and the remaining machine was ripped in two. One half sank into the mud and fell into Lilina's mouth.

The other half belonged to the Blood Sea and became the property of Modi.

The last vestige of the Silent Apostle's will was also driven away. In the vast expanse of space, apart from the remnants of the Death Star Apostle's army, all that remained were the Zerg swarm and the Blood God Cult fleet.

Looking at the remaining troops on his side and then at the "friendly forces" on the other side who had not suffered many losses, the Death Star Apostle realized that he was in an awkward situation.

Although the other two sides are allies, that's only because of the urgency of the situation; in essence, they are still enemies.

Unfortunately, their strength is currently vastly different. If the Zerg swarm, which has a better relationship with the Blood God Cult, were to join forces against it, it would have no chance of winning.

It didn't want to be eaten by two people like the Silent Apostle.

"There's one left here; shouldn't it be considered an enemy?"

Lilina did not revert to a living planet; she remained in the form of a gray swamp, eyeing the derelict spaceship flagship with predatory intent.

To it, the wrecked flagship and the apostle mech from before are no different; both can be part of its recipe.

Whether or not to actually take action depends on whether Mordy agrees or not.

"You signed an agreement with it, but I didn't. Just give the order, and I'll take it down for you," Lilina said calmly.

These words were posted on a public channel and were not specifically targeted at the Death Star Apostles.

As a result, the only remaining spacecraft was instantly stressed.

The Death Star apostle turned his gaze to Mordy, both awaiting his answer.

After a moment's thought, Mordi said, "Don't say anything that could be detrimental to unity."

"The Death Star Apostles are our good allies, and we would never do such a thing as kicking someone when they're down."

"You agree, don't you?" He smiled kindly at the Death Star apostle.

Lilina blinked her thousands of eyes. "Yes, right?"

The Death Star apostle was taken aback for a moment, then immediately replied, "Yes, yes."

"Then let's fulfill our agreement now."

Modi's smile grew even more amiable. "I'll keep the remains here for five hundred years. After five hundred years, I'll personally return them to you."

"Huh? Oh, okay." The Death Star apostle realized what was happening. "So, I'm leaving now?"

"Or do you want to stay for a meal?" he countered.

Lilina immediately volunteered, "I'm not very talented, but I know a little about cooking, especially the traditional Ke family dishes. Would you like to try some?"

"No need, no need, I'll leave now." The Death Star Apostle shook his head repeatedly, and after the spatial anchor was removed, he led his remaining forces away via warp.

Some time after it left, Lilina, who had returned to normal, wriggled her tentacles and approached Mordi, asking in confusion, "Why didn't you leave it behind? If it was about exploiting a loophole in the contract, it should have been easy for me to do it."

Modi shook his head. "There's no need for that. Our research won't take five hundred years. After we're done, why not just return the remains to it and do it a favor?"

"Besides, if we destroy this vessel, what if it summons apostles from higher ranks? It's better to make it reluctantly accept this agreement."

This is the way of human relationships, something even the immortals cannot escape.