From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 375 The Final Spiral

The massive expeditionary fleet made quite a commotion during its jump.

The immortals who were elbowing each other in the galactic battlefield all stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes to a corner of the galaxy.

That was the exit of a hyperspace route, leading to another galaxy that had recently gained fame.

That galaxy was not a benevolent place; rather, it was known for its danger.

Many immortals perished there, some even being turned into sculptures for the world to admire.

It was also used to terrify the enemy and intimidate these immortals.

It can be said that most of the immortals who are now fighting fiercely on this battlefield have suffered losses in that star system.

Or rather, they gathered here largely because they had withdrawn from that galaxy and happened to discover something of high value here.

Therefore, when they saw a fleet sailing out of that channel, their first reaction was not to attack it en masse, but rather...

"Another unlucky guy went to that awful place and got kicked out?"

Some of the beaten immortals almost burst out laughing.

But then, their laughter stopped.

They found the fleet's markings somewhat familiar.

"Hmm, a strange fleet. The insignia looks a bit like that of the Slaughtering Heavens fleet."

"Wait, isn't that it?"

Upon taking another look, they suddenly realized what was going on.

So this fleet wasn't driven out, but rather came out on its own initiative.

"Damn, it's these bastards. I've accumulated so much wealth over the years, and it's all ruined by them."

"A ruggedly styled immortal said angrily."

His former opponent immediately chimed in, "Mine too, they wiped out all my apostles."

More and more victims shared their tragic stories, and before long, most of the immortals on the battlefield lost the will to fight and instead began to form the initial idea of ​​a united front against a common enemy.

"He's all alone now!" an Immortal pointed out. "The Zerg-sequence Immortal isn't here."

As soon as these words were spoken, someone immediately echoed, "That's right! There are so many of us, and he's only one. He might not be able to kill us all before his strength runs out!"

The hostility was brewing in a short time, and even Modi, who was still at the edge of the galaxy, could feel the hostility directed at him.

The fleet commander glanced at the warning on the screen, then turned to report to him: "My lord, we are being targeted by a large number of unidentified units."

"I know," Mordy scoffed. "Prepare for battle."

Hmph, do you want to fight?

You bunch of dogs, then come at me all at once.

"A bunch of defeated opponents. They think they can defeat me with sheer numbers just because Lilina isn't here? I really need to help you break this hypnotic spell."

Behind the fleet, the Star Eater shone brightly, its surface covered in even more dazzling and brilliant asteroid material.

Some less powerful immortals were even so overwhelmed by the light it emitted that they had to adjust their bodies to stop receiving visual signals.

However, this caused them to miss the warning and not have time to dodge. Their carriers were destroyed by a super-high temperature plasma ray from the Star Eater.

The star-like brilliance flashed at the edge of the galaxy for less than a second. In that instant, several immortals departed, and it was as if a second star had appeared in the galaxy.

After the flash, the remaining immortals attacked almost instantly.

Without communication or any tacit understanding, they simply chose what they considered the best time to strike.

The dragon's roar is loud and clear. Even in a vacuum environment without air, the dragon's roar can still be transmitted through another medium of thought, resonating directly in people's hearts.

Curse, weakness, destruction.

This is a song of destruction sung in the language of dragons and spread through the roar of dragons. The song resounds through the shields and the hull of the ship, echoing in the hearts of the naval officers and soldiers.

No matter how strong their will was, the soldiers who heard the song could hardly persevere. Some contemplated suicide, while others collapsed to the ground, unable to concentrate on controlling the ship.

"A dragon roar targeting willpower?" Mordi frowned slightly and raised his hand slightly upwards.

In an instant, the sounds of clashing swords and spears echoed throughout the fleet, drowning out the ancient song of annihilation.

A surge of courage and killing intent from outside surged into the soldiers' hearts, replacing their fear and cowardice.

Immediately, public sentiment was agitated.

"Dragon's Roar, oh, it's that old dragon from last time, what a coincidence!" Modi's eyes turned slightly cold. "It just so happens that I'm a Dragon Hunter Apostle."

Since becoming a Dragon Hunter Apostle, he hasn't really hunted any dragons properly, and now a dragon has just run right into his trap.

"All ships, listen up! Lock onto that dragon and shoot it down!"

The light spears were poised to fire, and after the ship's AI locked onto the target, they were all unleashed and fired at the ancient and massive astral dragon.

This old dragon has lived for countless years, always remaining outside of Itnity, and even the decline of the dragon race has not affected it.

It could have continued to live, enduring countless years, but now it feels threatened by these spears of light, as if they were its natural enemies.

"The aura of the Path of Light... You are a Dragon Slayer Apostle?!"

There was no response, and it received no answer until its body was pierced by the spear of light.

Even if it wasn't an ancient dragon, but a giant dragon, it still couldn't withstand the light spear imbued with dragon-hunting properties, and could only reluctantly abandon this vessel containing a great deal of power.

"The first one," Mordy said.

His figure suddenly disappeared from the ship and appeared outside the vessel, blocking the way for the fleet.

Next came the dragon transformation. The waters of the Blood Sea surged out of thin air, pouring into his body and reconstructing his entire form.

The ferocious face of the seven-headed red dragon reappeared in the world, and as soon as it appeared, it forcefully absorbed the attacks of many immortals.

Modi had only one comment on this: "Not bad, but that's about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red dragon's massive body charged and smashed through most of the attacks.

No matter what method was used, it was impossible to break through his outer layer of dragon scale armor, even though it looked like only a thin layer.

The greatest damage they caused was leaving a faint white mark on the dragon scale armor.

"How can his tortoise shell be so hard?" an immortal said incredulously. "Last time we fought, I could clearly break through his scales."

"Perhaps he researched something from the relics of the demon god and applied it to himself, then it wouldn't be surprising."

"That's what an immortal who specializes in genetic modification said."

His words were echoed by most of the immortals present.

It's shameful that so many people lost to an immortal.

But if that immortal possesses the power of a demon god, then it's not shameful; they can even use it as something to boast about.

"Are you planning to admit defeat?" Mordion looked at them calmly, his seven dragon heads pointing upwards.

Confirming that they had no intention of leaving anytime soon, he slowly grinned, his smile twisted and ferocious.

"Okay, let's continue then."

An even more ferocious attack came instantly. If it were the previous Modi, he would probably have had to temporarily avoid their combined assault.

But not anymore.

His dragon scale armor was already in place, and none of these immortals could break through his defenses.

"Even the power to alter the very fabric of nature cannot affect the Zero Element material, which stands at the pinnacle of the laws of physics, let alone the 'constancy' power I bear from the Ancient Dragon."

Modi unfurled his dragon scale armor and fearlessly clashed with the onslaught of the immortals.

This round of attacks was no longer probing, but a true all-out effort.

Dimensional rips, time bombs, purgatory rays... and some other fancy attacks of unknown origin all bombarded the dragon scale armor.

Even attacks that target the mind and have penetrating properties will be absorbed by the dragon scale armor and will not penetrate the flesh beneath the dragon scales.

"Is your attack over?" Mordy shook his dragon body, only shaking off a few tiny fragments. "Not bad, at least it gave me a real test of the dragon scale armor."

Having said that, he braced himself on his hind legs, stood up, and stretched out one arm as if to grasp.

A bolt of red lightning struck out of nowhere, passing right through his palm and materializing into a spiraling spear before everyone's eyes.

An aura of unease permeated the entire spear, and its trembling became even more pronounced after dragon scales clung to its surface.

For the Unchanging Spear, the external dragon scale armor is an incompatible entity.

The former is born for change, while the latter inherently represents constancy and immutability, and is unlikely to change in the slightest even as time goes by.

The conflict between the two is an inevitable result.

"Alright, be quiet, I'll untie you in a bit." Modi soothed it for a while, and the spear gradually calmed down.

He then looked at the immortals and said with a kind smile, "It's almost time."

The immortals looked at each other in silence, and some had already begun to consider leaving.

It wasn't that they were reluctant to part with a mere vessel, but rather that, in their perception, the spear in the Red Dragon's hand possessed the true power to kill immortals.

It could even be said that the gun was stained with the blood of more than one immortal, and was a weapon that had truly killed immortals.

"This weapon... should not exist in this world." The astral dragon, who had withdrawn from the battlefield but was still watching, gritted his teeth and almost squeezed out the words.

As a dragon, it could more clearly sense the terrifying power of that spear.

It was as if it was made specifically for hunting dragons, and to dragons, it was more terrifying than most magical artifacts.

"Ultimately, was it a demonic artifact? But a demonic god targeting dragons... no, impossible, He has long since perished, how could He possibly bestow a demonic artifact?"

Shaking its head, the astral dragon desperately denied the guess that was surfacing in its mind.

It would rather believe that the red dragon was the enemy of all dragons than believe that the gun was related to that demon god.

As the power emanating from the spiral spear grew stronger, many immortals withdrew from the battlefield, finding a barely safe spot to sit in and quietly watch the spectacle that was about to unfold.

They comforted themselves, saying they weren't cowards, but rather playing the long game; they weren't deserters, just making a strategic retreat.

But just as there are cowards, there are also stubborn and reckless individuals.

One of the men, a burly man wrapped in an animal skin skirt, exhaled two puffs of hot air from his nostrils and said with great fighting spirit, "It's just a spear. Although it has an impenetrable defense, its attack may not be invincible. Let me test its strength."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding audience changed slightly, and their gazes toward him were filled with more or less respect.

"By the way, where did this guy come from?" someone suddenly asked. "If something happens to him, we should at least remember him, right?"

"I don't know," an immortal who had previously been hostile to the Han Dynasty scratched his sideburns. "It seems to be some barbaric world. Oh, I remember he claimed to be a martial artist."

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"...So he's a martial artist from the barbaric world, probably the kind who follows the path of invincibility. No wonder he's so stubborn." The person who made the suggestion muttered to himself.

Looking back at Modi, he raised his dragon head, his fourteen eyes sweeping over the remaining people on the field, and grinned, revealing sharp dragon fangs.

"Is that all of you? Commendable courage." He nodded slightly, no longer suppressing the power of the spiral spear. "Then let's begin the next practical test."

In reality, the Unchanging Spear didn't need to be prepared for so long; it was ready at any time to pierce through his enemies according to Mordy's will.

All this time was spent simply to give those immortals a chance, according to Mordi's will.

To avoid too many deaths and attracting too much hatred.

Now that it had been granted permission, the spiraling spear covered in dragon scales could no longer contain itself. Its shaft trembled slightly, and its tip continuously sliced ​​through the surrounding space.

The atmosphere grew increasingly heavy. At a certain moment, without warning, Mordy threw out his spiral spear, which cut off the distance between itself and the target, and in an instant, it touched the target's body.

The burly man's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively threw a heavy punch.

But he was a step too slow. Before the wind from his punch arrived, the scarlet final spiral had already pierced through his body.

Even now, the hard dragon scale armor on the surface of the spiral still faithfully performs its function, applying its properties to another level, making the Final Spiral truly indestructible.

"Oh no, my true form!"

In the blink of an eye, the Great Man's hard-forged true form was completely destroyed by the spiral.

But the final spiral hasn't stopped yet.

The spear tip sliced ​​through the barrier of time, using the man's vital energy as a guide to overwrite the outcome of his death onto his timeline, thus definitively sealing his fate.

The death of the burly man was merely a microcosm of this carnage.

Along with him, several other immortals were also swept into and annihilated by the final spiral.

Without exception, the outcome of their deaths was overwritten on the timeline; they were dead beyond any doubt.

The final spiral gradually stopped after crushing the last immortal, and the dragon scales on the surface broke off one by one, returning to the red dragon's hands.

"Not bad." Mo Di smiled and looked at the audience beside him. "Anyone else want to give me a real-world test?"

There was no response, only silence.

The immortals were reluctant to believe this result, but they had no other choice.

The fact is, even if that living planet were gone, this seven-headed red dragon could still take care of them.

In the oppressive silence, one of the immortals finally couldn't bear it any longer and chose to flee.

Once the first person took the lead, a second and a third soon followed.

Before long, most of the immortals in this galaxy chose to leave, leaving only a few still observing.