From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 377 The Light of Revelation by Douglas

As stars fall, they scatter large amounts of matter, most of which continues to diffuse outward, forming shell-like structures composed of expanding gas and dust.

Modi and the usurper were in the dust cloud, speechless, and the scene was awkward for a moment.

Some time has passed since the gray star exploded, and the brightness inside the galaxy has decreased considerably compared to the moment of the explosion.

When the eccentric figure opened his eyelids, his five burned eyes were completely healed, and he looked like a bird that had been unharmed.

"Coo coo," He broke the silence, "So, why did you set off fireworks here for no reason?"

Surely they're not just too idle?

"This? Would you believe me if I said its main cause has nothing to do with me?" Modi's tone was sincere, and there was not a single fault to be found.

He attributed the explosion of the gray star entirely to the lifeless finger bone, and as for who took the finger bone... well, that's none of your business.

"I just added some firewood and had a sip of soup."

One of the seven dragon heads said this, while the remaining six dragon heads focused on sucking up the interstellar cloud.

"I see..." The Altering Heaven remained noncommittal, tilting its head and taking a breath of the matter ejected by the star.

Unfortunately, it doesn't have the advantage of the Star Eater in this respect, and its absorption and utilization rates are not high.

"You've obtained the essence of this place, haven't you?" He suddenly asked.

"It's obvious." The dragon head nodded up and down.

"That's good. I thought you were neglecting your job and coming here to drink soup."

Seemingly realizing something, He flew to the raised dragon head and whispered, "I've marked several key points, but most of them are occupied by others. I can't handle them all by myself, so..."

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"So you need my help," Mordy said in a declarative tone.

The altered heaven nodded. "That makes perfect sense."

With a wave of its sleeve wings, it created a projection using the surrounding interstellar dust, displaying several coordinate data points and some information about the immortals.

As a chaotic deity who controls destiny, change, and knowledge, the Heavenly Usurper has always been adept at intelligence gathering.

Inference, prophecy, spying on fate, forcibly seizing knowledge that does not belong to oneself... these are all things that can be done easily.

Even powerful immortals, without actively concealing themselves, can have their hidden information discovered by following the slightest clues.

"This is a list of immortals who occupy the essence of non-existence; several of them require attention..."

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He listed the immortals who needed special attention, including lone wolves and apostles belonging to the realm of death.

"Douglas the Light of Revelation, Bahamut the Forbidden Beast, Elizabeth the Violent Demon... I can understand these guys, after all, they are beings like us who aspire to ascend to become demon gods."

Modi, expressionless, pointed to a name on the list and said, "But the Corpse Stitcher... what's with this Corpse Piece Apostle? How did he get involved in this?"

The mutated heaven tilted its head and mumbled twice, assuming a thoughtful expression.

Taking advantage of this time, he continued, "The God of Death is still an ally. Logically speaking, after these Apostles of Death collect the fragments of essence, they should return them to the Mother of No Life. But it seems that he has kept the fragments for himself."

"You're right," the Altered Heaven pondered for a while before finding a more suitable result. "Among the Apostles of Death, there are quite a few ambitious people, not to mention that the essence of the Unborn is inherently compatible with them."

As beings who have also embarked on the path of death, their compatibility with the fragments of essence is naturally higher than that of the Four Gods.

If they collect enough essence, they can almost directly ascend without having to rely on the subspace to further distort the essence and then ascend, like the Four Gods.

The Apostles of Death can copy the work of the Mother of No Life, but the Four Gods cannot. They need to modify it, incorporate their own thoughts, and then submit their answers.

In short, they were able to interpret and distort the death essence of the Mother of No Birth in their own way, twisting it into their own version.

Modi suddenly frowned and asked, "But in this way, the Corpse Stitcher has broken the Covenant of Death. Isn't he afraid that his superior is also involved in this mess?" He and the Usurper exchanged a glance and said in unison, "His superior is also involved in this mess."

"Coo coo... As expected, this possibility is more likely. After all, it's hard to guarantee that the demon god above won't notice if an apostle with a master wants to cause trouble."

The blue-feathered bird shook its head, looking as if it had already seen through everything.

They both suspected that the corpse stitcher was instructed by the corpse piecer to collect the essence of lifelessness.

As for what the corpse collectors were up to, they had no idea.

Perhaps she wanted to create a god-like figure for herself, perhaps she wanted to seize the authority of the Unborn Mother, or perhaps she simply wanted to promote her old subordinates...

Who could possibly guess the thoughts of a demon god? Even the usurper of heaven dared not inquire into the details.

"What do you mean?" the usurper asked gruffly. "Have you decided which one to target first?"

"Let's put the corpse-stitching man last, and the others in order," Mordy replied.

As the number one apostle under the Corpse Piecers, the Corpse Piecer's strength is beyond question. With the added advantage of the Lifeless Essence, his power is even greater, making him more difficult to deal with than others.

"Well then... let's deal with that Light of Revelation first. It's said that He received the blessings of the ancient God of Light, and you two seem to have a special connection."

Tuanbiantian glanced at him, and seeing that his expression didn't change much, he sighed inwardly.

He even wanted to use this relationship to stir up trouble, but on the surface, Modi wasn't buying it.

"I'll leave the task of contacting the other two to you."

Leaving those words behind, Mordi inhaled another gust of interstellar dust, artificially creating a vacuum, before flapping his wings and leaping away.

Although he didn't seem to care much on the surface, he was actually quite concerned about what the usurper was talking about.

"Another being related to the God of Light. After the God of Light fell, how many pieces of his body and legacy did he leave behind?"

Douglas, the Light of Revelation—the name itself is associated with the path of light.

Modi planned to meet with Him first to see if he could establish a relationship with the God of Light and avoid a fierce battle.

"This is the coordinate, here... hmm?"

Modi shed his dragon body, letting his flesh and blood turn into blood that flowed into the void, and looked around.

Almost instantly upon arrival, he noticed the unusual nature of this galaxy.

—Or rather, with such a huge thing right in front of him, it's hard for him not to notice it.

Accompanied by an intense sense of oppression, a silvery-white structure filling the entire field of vision came into view. Even Modi had to keep a distance from it to take it all in.

"What is this thing? A ring world? No, it doesn't seem like it. It's more like some kind of abstract geometric artwork."

It was a complex structure, or more precisely, a jumble of interconnected geometric shapes.

Its entire body is silvery-white, and the geometric shapes that form its shape are constantly melting, flowing, and recasting, as if it were made of living metal.

But Mordy could tell that it was not a living metal creation, but a substance with unique properties.

Its ability to constantly change shape does not rely on the reconstruction of matter itself, but on the reproduction of its hidden mass in other dimensions.

In other words, this thing is much bigger than it appears.

Just like Modi, what he usually shows outwards is only a human form; his true nature is hidden in the sea of ​​blood.

He silently observed the silver structure, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was not an abstract artwork, but some kind of installation.

According to the information provided by the tampering heaven, this device did not exist in this place, which means that it only appeared recently.

"What exactly are you? And where is that Light of Revelation?"

As he stared at the silver structure, the others there seemed to have noticed him as well.

The silver structure slowly rotated, bringing with it a sense of being watched.

The master of this place, the builder of the silver structure, casts his gaze toward a corner of the galaxy.

Modi could feel his presence being locked on. Unless he left this place, no matter how he concealed his aura and traces, he could not break free from this lock.

"It felt like I wasn't being watched by an individual, but by a group of people. Could it be some kind of civilization?"

He neither dodged nor avoided it, his spiritual sense sweeping in the direction from which the spying sensation came.

In an instant, he "saw" a scene.

It was a large hall resembling a monitoring room, where many humanoid beings stood or sat, staring at screens and operating instruments, their expressions tense and surprised, as if they had seen something unexpected.

Clearly, that thing was Modi.

"Psychological spying detected. Anti-spying procedures activated."

A notice resounded throughout the hall, startling the humanoid creatures, many of whom stopped what they were doing.

After the announcement, Modi's spiritual senses were severed, and the scene he saw went black.

"They even have anti-spying measures? Not bad."

He simply withdrew his spiritual sense and tried other detection methods, only to find that the other party had corresponding countermeasures. It would take some time to crack them, so he stopped trying.

"Judging by the time, the people on the other side should be here by now, right?"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a projection unfolded in front of him, showing the silhouette of a human with pointed ears.

This must be the individual among them that is closest to a human being.

"Nice to meet you, Your Excellency the Unknown Immortal." The pointed ears bowed slightly, and the androgynous face wore a formulaic smile. "Welcome to the star system under the control of our civilization."

"Please forgive our poor hospitality. After all, we only just learned of your arrival, and our civilization is currently working on a project, so we are unable to provide you with a higher level of hospitality."

Modi nodded slightly and said politely, "It's alright, I came uninvited, so there's no need for any hospitality."

The other person breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, as if they really cared about his opinion.

"Thank you for your understanding. Could you please tell us the purpose of your visit? As the owners of this place, perhaps we can offer you some assistance."

Although Pointy Ears' words sounded polite, they subtly emphasized their control over the galaxy.

In Modi's view, this was a warning to him, a warning not to get any funny ideas.

His mind raced, and he came up with an explanation, replying, "I have come here to visit the immortal Douglas and wish to speak with Him about something."

The Heavenly Emperor had just discovered that Douglas had taken over the area when they arrived, but Douglas had vanished without a trace. He couldn't believe there was no connection between the two.

As for where Douglas went and who got that part of his essence, Modi believes it is also inextricably linked to this civilization.

"I see." Pointy Ears chuckled, a hint of something unreadable flashing in her eyes, and then said, "You may be disappointed. When our civilization's fleet arrived in this star system, it was already deserted, with only the aura of the immortals remaining. Presumably, it belongs to the one you mentioned."

"Oh?" Mordy raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Is that so? What a pity... By the way, I haven't yet asked about the name of your civilization. Could you please tell me?"

Upon hearing this, Pointy Ears puffed out its chest, seemingly with a sense of pride from the bottom of its heart.

"We are the Holy Light Order, and we believe in the ancient and eternal Holy Light."

Holy Light...

Modi looked at him meaningfully, saying "I see" on the surface, but secretly began searching for things related to it.

However, nothing was found.

The divine light sounded like it was connected to the God of Light, but he searched through all the relevant texts and couldn't find any mention of it.

He had suspected that this might be an incarnation of the God of Light, but there was no mention of it in the scriptures of the Dark Light Council and the Candlelight Society.

Wait, could there be a connection between the divine light and the light of revelation?

Could it be that this religious civilization actually worships Douglas?

After thinking about it for a while, Modi felt that it was not impossible.

If their faith was in the light of revelation, then it would be understandable that Douglas called upon them for help.

I need to verify this.

With a change of heart, he gave a natural smile and tentatively asked, "I wonder if it's convenient for you to visit your base?"

His pointed ears revealed a look of surprise. He said first, "I'm sorry, I don't have the authority to decide this matter. I need to discuss it with our senior management first. Please wait a while."

After saying that, he tapped the air twice to give some kind of command, then turned around and said, "We have dispatched a fleet of welcoming ships. Please wait on board."

"I understand." Modi nodded in understanding.

The projection disappeared, and soon after, ripples appeared on the surface of the silvery-white structure, from which a small fleet emerged.

Judging from their appearance alone, the ships in this fleet are all cross-shaped and gleam with a golden light, making them look like a group of crosses floating in space.

Modi didn't want to comment on their appearance; after all, they were just ship models.

If we're really talking about how strange the ship models are, his own ships aren't much better.

Designed by a group of warmongers, it reveals a simple pragmatism and is adorned with strange decorations intended to intimidate the enemy.

The welcoming fleet quickly sailed up to him, and several unmanned aerial vehicles emerged from it.

Without hesitation, he boarded one of the planes and let it carry him back to the mothership.

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