From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 376 Who set off the fireworks?

With the relics of the demon god before them, it's perfectly normal for some to be reluctant to let go.

After all, this is something that can only be obtained by chance. With a bit of luck, one might be able to gain a huge boost from it, just like Modi who created the Dragon Scale Armor.

Most of the immortals who remained harbored the ambition of snatching food from a tiger's mouth, hoping to take advantage of the battle between the other immortals to try and seize that unknown relic of the demon god.

If they succeed, then everything will be fine, and they can enjoy their belongings while eating; if they lose, as long as they escape quickly enough, at most they won't even have a physical body left.

Therefore, while the people present may not be considered strong, most of them are skilled in escape, stealth, or concealment techniques, which is why they are confident in staying here.

Modi glanced at the battlefield without making a sound, taking in the remaining immortals in the galaxy.

"Including me, that makes eight... Tsk, did they think they were hiding well? They're full of holes."

He mentally scoffed, then looked away and focused most of his attention on the demon god's relics.

As he expected, this relic of the demon god was different from the remains of Zero Element; it possessed a protective force field that most immortals found troublesome.

That's why it hasn't been taken away yet.

Those immortals had no way to take it away. They could only try to clear the area first and then study it themselves, or stay there and wait for the force field to dissipate on its own.

But this is only relative; for Modi, it might not be that troublesome.

He could clearly feel the connection between the relics and himself, and could perceive that they possessed part of the essence of the Mother of No Birth.

After all, this is a fragment of the Mother of No Birth, and Modi, who shares the same origin and essence, may be able to easily extract it.

And he did indeed try it out.

The seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon slowly flew towards the center of the galaxy, approaching the gray star.

Like most stars, it is composed of plasma, but strangely, it is not hot; instead, it exudes a chilling cold, as if all heat is locked on its surface.

Not only that, it is also greedily absorbing heat from the outside world, so much so that the entire galaxy is filled with a chill.

"It must be the work of the Mother of No Birth!" Mordy said with certainty.

Under normal circumstances, stars would not appear gray, let alone have the property of absorbing heat. If he didn't know there was a relic of a demon god inside, he would have doubted that the second law of thermodynamics did not exist.

"It is slowly killing this galaxy."

Death is a sacred thing for the Mother of No Birth, and for all the apostles who embark on the path of death, and is also a practice of the path they have taken.

Modi speculated that as long as one travels the path of death, the revival of this demon god's relic can be accelerated.

In other words, its act of killing this galaxy was entirely instinctive.

The question now is how much Mordi's slaughter of so many immortals will actually help its resurgence.

The death of the immortals and the death of ordinary life are not even in the same league.

The death of each immortal represents countless deaths occurring simultaneously across timelines, carrying a weight greater than the death of a planet.

His previous killings of several immortals should have restored much of the artifact's vitality.

"That's true."

Modi approached the central star, but did not venture further, instead observing it from a subtle distance.

What is certain is that the relic is hidden within the star, using the star's radiance to conceal its existence.

Its infection of stars is essentially a self-protective measure and the first layer of defense.

To find it, one must have the ability to penetrate deep into the star, which immediately excludes the weaker immortals.

Next comes the barrier, or force field, within the star.

This is the real highlight. Even immortals who can penetrate deep into the stars will suffer greatly if they cannot break the barrier in a short time.

Those immortals who are still observing know this all too well.

"Maybe I can try to fish it out," Modi thought to himself, an idea forming in his mind.

He possesses a portion of the essence of the Mother of No Birth, though not much, it is a real essence, sharing the same origin as the things in the stars.

The essences lost by demons will attract each other; it's their instinct. He could clearly sense this because the demon essence he possessed was also stirring within him.

After calculating the success rate several times, he made a decision: "It's worth a try."

So he stopped standing still, gently flapped his wings, and took the initiative to approach that cold and lifeless gray star.

Beneath the blood-red dragon scales on its body, its flesh and blood undergo a transformation, with the genes of the Star Eater taking over, giving it a star-like radiance.

The seven-headed red dragon plunged into the gray star, and just as he had expected, the inside and outside of the gray star were completely different.

Unlike its cold exterior, its internal extreme heat is enough to deter most immortals.

A series of formulas flashed through Mo Di's mind, and he frowned.

The temperature inside this star is far too high, which doesn't quite match its size, evolutionary stage, and other factors.

"Luckily, I had the Star Eater genes that Lilina gave me, otherwise I might not have been able to hold out for long."

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To adapt to his surroundings, he has completely shed his dragon form and transformed into the Star Eater.

While greedily absorbing the stellar matter, he continued to delve deeper into this raging inferno, following the connection between the essences of the demon gods.

As if sensing his arrival, something deep within purgatory called out to him.

He easily passed through the barrier blocking his way, and the connection between their essences suddenly strengthened at that moment.

The object within the star could no longer resist the attraction of its own kind; it even halted its own revival process, stirring up the surrounding boiling broth of matter, and finally shot straight toward the visitor.

Modi paused, suppressing the impulse that had suddenly risen in his heart. He waited a few seconds in place before casually grabbing forward.

A white streak of light shot straight toward him and landed perfectly in his hand.

With a thought, he created a barrier to keep the white object out, preventing it from penetrating his skin and merging with his essence.

He opened his palm, and there lay a crystal-clear finger bone in his hand.

"Index finger bone? This must be the finger bone of the Mother of No Birth."

The demonic essence within the finger bone was revealed to him; without a doubt, this was an artifact of the purest demonic nature.

Seemingly due to the obstruction preventing it from merging with the other part of its essence, the finger bone became extremely impatient, rampaging across his palm in an attempt to break through the barrier.

"Not obedient enough, as expected. Let's suppress them first."

Modi had no intention of letting it recognize its ancestors so quickly, nor did he intend to merge its essence here. With a flick of his wrist, he easily suppressed it under the sea of ​​blood.

It's too early to merge with his essence now, and there are also hidden dangers. It might cause the Mother of No Birth to gradually revive in his body and eventually replace him with someone else.

He felt more at ease only if the process took place in the subspace, as the subspace provided a safety net and prevented the Mother of No Life from easily reviving.

Ultimately, their willingness to do this is inextricably linked to the warp.

"It's time to leave," Modi sensed that the interior of the gray star was no longer stable. "If we don't leave now, this place might explode."

Perhaps because it was modified by the finger bone, this star can only survive by relying on the finger bone. Once the finger bone is removed, its life will not be far from the end.

Modi had no intention of stabilizing it. Putting aside how much time that would take, the difficulty of that alone was far greater than the difficulty of destroying it.

After all, creation is much more difficult than destruction.

There are no inhabited planets in this galaxy, so even if it were destroyed, he wouldn't feel sorry for it.

He simply let the gray star explode, and even considered whether to take the opportunity to make a fortune and kill a few foolish immortals.

"Forget it, they're not blind. They won't be able to detect the signs of a supernova explosion and not run away."

With a sense of inexplicable regret, the Star Eater quickened its pace and withdrew from the sea of ​​plasma.

After leaving the gray star, he immediately contacted the expeditionary fleet still at the edge of the star system and gave them the jump command.

"Immediately jump over and leave this star system before it gets blown up here."

"As you command." The fleet commander did not hesitate for a moment, nor did he ask what he was still doing there. He immediately ordered the jump.

The warp drive activated, and the expeditionary fleet disappeared amidst the energy fluctuations of the warp, leaving only ripples of red light that gradually dissipated.

The immortals who remained on the field turned their gazes toward the Star Eater upon seeing this scene, their eyes filled with incomprehension, doubt, and a deep-seated greed.

They were unaware of what Modi had done, nor of the fact that the internal stability of the gray star had been broken and was about to erupt. All they saw was Modi severing his own arm and ordering the fleet to leave first.

Why did he do that?

"I don't know. It can't be that the star is about to explode, can it?"

The immortal had barely finished speaking when his smile froze on his face.

Beside him, the other immortals glanced at him coldly, one of them even spat and cursed, "Pah, you jinx."

As he said, the gray star that was supposed to contain the relics of the demon god is now on the verge of collapse and is about to explode.

The question they need to consider right now is whether to stay or leave.

"Nonsense, is there even a need to think about it?"

An immortal cursed and turned to walk into a crevice.

He doesn't have the physical strength of a Star Eater; taking the brunt of a planetary explosion would only cause him to lose a physical body.

Although it wasn't as threatening as the Final Spiral and wouldn't actually kill him, losing a vessel would still be painful for him.

After he left, the remaining immortals also left one after another. This time, Ironhead didn't intend to stay and elbow the star.

Anyone who dared to do that would have died in the last round under the Final Spiral.

Until the last immortal left the stage, only Mordi remained in the vast galaxy.

"They've all left?" He didn't even look up, his gaze fixed on the star about to erupt.

"They're smart enough to know what's good about it. At least no one will bother me while I'm drinking my soup."

He licked his lips, feeling an increased appetite in the face of the impending planetary explosion.

The Star Eater gene is taking over, telling him how much benefit a dying star can bring and urging him to quickly serve the main course.

His appetite quietly rose, and Modi didn't reject this feeling; to him, it was also a source of power.

"Although there's still some time before the star explodes, I can't wait any longer. Bring it up quickly."

To shorten this time, he pondered for a moment, and an idea gradually emerged.

"I can try detonating it ahead of time."

The gray star is on the verge of collapse. Its internal structure is extremely unstable, and it will explode with a bang if a little fire is added.

For him, this was not a difficult task. After thinking of a relatively reliable plan, he began to take action.

While Modi was busy wreaking havoc and making headlines, the other three Warp Gods weren't idle either.

Sometimes the corrupted heaven appears in its true form, and sometimes it disguises itself as the immortal heaven, constantly spreading life... and plague.

Elysium is no less formidable. Although she is the youngest of the four gods, with the advantage of her Warp Realm status, ordinary immortals and apostles with lower ranks in the sequence are no match for her.

As for the alteration of the heavens... this silly bird seems to do nothing of importance, just wandering around all day, but the number of relics of the Mother of No Birth that it marked is the largest.

However, He didn't actually plunder most of it; instead, He planted an eye and planned to go there again when the four peddlers had a team-building event.

There's nothing we can do about it; most of the truth that's been exposed has already fallen into the hands of others.

There will never be a shortage of ambitious people in the world, and those who want to become immortals and ascend to the status of demon gods are not limited to just these four.

Those that could be defeated, He had already dealt with through the altered heavens, forcing them to reveal their true nature. Those that He couldn't defeat, He simply left them alone, waiting to bring a truckload of bread people to gang up on them later.

After marking another location, the blue-feathered bird suddenly tilted its head and looked in a certain direction.

"Hmm, there seems to be an aura of the essence of non-existence over there. Let's go take a look."

Although it only flapped its wings twice, it instantly increased its speed to near the speed of light, and a moment later it crossed the vast vacuum between galaxies and arrived at the target galaxy.

Then he was suddenly hit in the face by a star that exploded out of nowhere.

In that instant, He wondered if He had stepped into some kind of trap.

"I shouldn't have grown five eyes; this situation is torture for me."

The tampered Heaven directly gouged out its own eyes, even though its retinas had already been burned out in that instant of flashing light.

The massive amount of energy accumulated by the gray star erupted at that moment, and the resulting electromagnetic radiation even illuminated the entire galaxy.

At this moment, the ocean of light had not yet receded, and he was still within it, enduring a massive bombardment of energy. Many of the bird feathers on his body, which were constantly changing, were scorched.

"Pah! Who set off these fireworks? If I find out, I'll definitely..."

"It's you?" A somewhat familiar voice echoed in His mind. "What are you doing here?"

An outline faintly emerged from the light, and upon first seeing this outline, the feathers that had bristled all over the body of the monstrous tumbled down.

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"I definitely have to give him a good compliment; those fireworks were absolutely gorgeous!"

The blue-feathered bird was arrogant at first but then became obsequious, a fact that made Mo Di laugh.