From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 380 Incompletely Evolved Items

Silence enveloped this dimension; there was not a sound, not even the research equipment that should have been activated.

But in Modi's eyes, the scenery was completely different.

Sound waves inaudible to ordinary people filled the entire space; there was no place that was absolutely quiet, and the entire dimension was bustling with activity.

The most obvious and piercing sound came from a beam of light that seemed to freeze in time—

Those treacherous villains, wicked scoundrels, and traitors—once I regain my freedom, I will personally take back the wisdom I bestowed upon them and turn them back into ignorant monkeys!

The Light of Revelation is constantly making vows, and most of his vows are related to revenge.

"Can't you be a little quieter?"

Modi took a deep breath and then exhaled, the airflow creating a hurricane that showcased his monstrous lung capacity.

His words contained a hint of anger, but that was normal; after all, anyone would get annoyed after listening to complaints for so long.

"You're an immortal, the kind who has a chance of being promoted, so why are you cursing like a shrew?"

I call that being incredibly humane! Besides, if you were the one locked up and having your essence extracted, would you still be so good-natured?!

"Ha, so much humanity." Hearing this, he felt his anger subside somewhat.

This was probably the funniest joke he had heard in a while.

"A potential immortal claims to be fully human. Shouldn't you reconsider what you're saying? Besides, you weren't even born human, were you?"

What's the connection between the two? Just because you're an immortal of human origin, does that mean you're still a human being?

"I think I am, and I can be," he said seriously, sounding like he wasn't talking nonsense.

Douglas laughed too; he thought it was the funniest joke he had heard since he was taken in.

You shameless thing, how could you say something like that? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at? Anyway, let's not talk about that anymore, let's get back to the main topic.

His tone suddenly changed; he was no longer as playful as before, and his voice became unusually serious.

"Lord of the Blood Sea Styx, Seven-Headed, Ten-Crowned Red Dragon, Slaughtering Heaven of the Supreme Realm, I need your help. What have you decided?"

The fact that he addressed him by his given name instead of any other title suggests that his patience was running out.

But Modi seemed not to understand, and chuckled, "I'm thinking about it, I'm thinking about it."

This is undoubtedly a way of making excuses, and such excuses will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among the parties involved.

He had asked so formally, yet Modi was still making excuses, simply wanting Him to concede more benefits.

What a greedy red dragon... I even promised to give you my demonic essence and all my accumulated wealth over the years, yet you are still not satisfied. Do you want me to give you my whole self?

"If you really agree, that's not impossible," Mordy said with a smile. "I don't mind having another follower."

You truly deserve to be called an immortal being transformed from humanity; even after shedding your mortal body, their original sin still flows in your blood.

Douglas's voice was harsh and sharp, having lost its initial restraint and gentleness.

He was in a hurry, he was really in a hurry.

Every moment is a loss of quality of life, and physical condition is deteriorating. If this continues, even if I eventually regain my freedom, I will inevitably suffer a major hemorrhage.

This is not the outcome He desired.

However, Mordi was not going to tolerate him. Now it was his turn to ask for help, and Mordi was his only lifeline.

"You were just saying you had plenty of humanity, and now you're spouting 'humanity's original sin' all the time. You're asking for trouble, aren't you?"

The smile on Modi's face turned into a sneer at some point.

His tone changed accordingly, becoming cold and stern.

"You think you can lure me in with empty promises? Leaving aside the demonic essence you've contained within you, I haven't even seen a single hair of the knowledge you promised!"

"You really think you can fool me out of my ignorance? How dare you talk to me like that? Don't forget, you're the one who needs my help now."

"I may not need what you promised, but you'd better think carefully about what will happen to you if I just walk away, or even worse, tell the cult about your plot."

"You truly are an extraordinary immortal," Douglas took a deep breath, swallowing back the words he was about to say, not giving a direct answer, which shows your caution!

I'm increasingly confident in entrusting things to you.

As a mature immortal, a guide for ignorant beings, and the light of revelation, Douglas is undoubtedly a master of disguise.

Even if they were bitter enemies fighting each other just a second ago, they can shake hands and make peace with each other the next second if necessary.

Not to mention Modi, who is currently Xiu's only hope.

"You want a deposit, right?" he said. "That's not an unreasonable request. I can give you half of my accumulated wisdom first."

"How will you give it to me?" Mordy asked again. "Your true form is contained within the cult's mother world, so you probably can't transmit much information, right?"

No, that's precisely why I can give you the deposit.

Douglas said with a slight smile.

The next second, ripples spread across the surrounding space, as if it had turned into the surface of water, and at the center of these ripples, a large amount of information was squeezed out of thin air from the dimensional gaps.

Finally, the light converged on that one and only human figure.

"I see, so you still kept a special port."

Modi reached out and grasped the stream of information in his hand, not letting it flow into his brain.

Although the information flow has no physical form, the port that Douglas opened does, and this port is an anomaly that can be seen with the naked eye.

"Aren't you afraid they'll find out if you do this?" Modi asked.

If the scale were too large, it would indeed be detected, but this won't. In short, trust my control skills...

Click.

A sound of something shattering came from the port. Mo Di raised an eyebrow, and his spiritual sense spread out like a tide, forcibly deleting a string of information that was supposed to be sent.

He then activated the research equipment and entered a series of commands.

After doing all that, he crushed half of the stagnant light in his hand.

In an instant, blinding light covered the entire space, and time and space were jumbled together in utter chaos.

That's enough.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mordy drew the Unchanging End Spear and immediately unleashed a Final Spiral.

The spiral beam of light pierced the sky, bringing an end to the chaos in the area.

When all the strange phenomena dissipated, this dimension had become utterly broken.

More than half of the various research facilities were destroyed, a hole was torn in the surface of the world, and spatial turbulence was everywhere.

"We should be able to keep it a secret now." Mo Di breathed a sigh of relief, but his face darkened. "Look what you've done!"

"Ahem, what a surprise. I underestimated the cult; I didn't expect their detection equipment to be so sensitive."

Douglas was somewhat embarrassed, after all, he had just made a boast and then reality slapped him in the face.

Fortunately, all the information was transmitted and the final result was not affected.

"Good my foot!" Modi spat out the words through gritted teeth. "The cult will definitely be drawn here, and you're the one who'll have to figure out how to deal with them."

"But didn't you just create an accident to cover up all the traces?" he said shamelessly, adding that he'd just give a perfunctory response afterward.

Modi stopped talking to Him, a cold glint appearing in his eyes, and a murderous intent brewing in his heart.

Not long after, another group of visitors arrived in this pocket dimension.

Valentine and a group of technicians arrived and were shocked by the devastation they witnessed.

"What, what major accident has happened here?" a technician exclaimed. "Not only has a quarter of the dimensional architecture been destroyed, but stability has also dropped by thirty percent."

He looked at Valentine, his face showing reluctance.

"Your Excellency, restoring this place will likely require considerable time and a significant budget."

Valentine interrupted him, getting straight to the point: "The budget is not the issue; don't tarnish the Order's reputation."

"Understood, we will not fail the trust placed in us by the order." The technicians beamed and immediately began the repair work.

Valentine abandoned them and walked alone toward Modina.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Upon seeing Modi, he immediately switched to another persona and hurriedly approached him with concern.

"It's nothing. To be honest, it was my fault," Modi said with a guilty look. "I accidentally caused a little accident while researching and tracking that beam of light."

He glanced around at the accident scene and showed off the half-exposed, frozen light in his hand, which was now encased in a barrier.

"One of them exploded, leaving only half."

"I see..." Valentine looked surprised, but then calmed down and smiled, "It's good that you're alright. As for the research and the venue..."

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He said nonchalantly, "Accidents are common during research, so please take it easy. The damage to the site is not a big deal, and the cult does not require you to compensate for any losses."

That being said, whether he believed this explanation or whether he truly felt no pain in his wallet, only heaven knows.

"No, compensation is still required. As a guest, how can you break the host's property and not pay for it?"

Modi flatly rejected his proposal, stating that he was not such a shameless person.

"I will compensate for the losses caused by this accident. Just give me the bill."

After saying that, he contacted the Blood God Cult under his command and ordered his men to prepare sufficient resources.

"Well... alright, I will report this to His Holiness the Pope."

Valentine hesitated for a moment before agreeing, then asked curiously, "If I may ask, did your experiment yield any results? Of course, if it's inconvenient to say, please consider it presumptuous of me."

Seeing his curious yet slightly concerned expression, Mo Di had an idea and said, "It's nothing much, just some experimental data. But what's strange is that this data points in all directions, to all sorts of locations."

"Oh, I see." Valentine's smile was a little unnatural, though it only lasted for a moment, but Mordy still caught it.

"Sir, the dimensional repair will take some time. If you don't mind, I can take you on a tour later. What do you say?"

He readily accepted the invitation, saying, "I have no objection."

Valentine took his leave to hand over his work to the construction workers, promising to come back later to be their guide.

Taking advantage of this moment, Modi removed the barrier enveloping the stagnant light and asked in an unfriendly tone, "Was that situation just now intentional on your part?"

"What do you mean, intentionally?" Douglas feigned ignorance.

"Still pretending? Ha, trying to drag me down with you this way, huh?"

Modi laughed in exasperation. He knew that Douglas would never make such a basic mistake; there was only one possibility for this to happen.

He wanted to make Mordy his accomplice in effect, thus forcing him to make a decision.

But He himself could not possibly admit to such a thing.

You may have misunderstood me; it really was just a technical error.

Douglas spoke eloquently, as if it were all truly just an accident.

After all, I've been taken in by the cult. Even maintaining a single information port requires an immense effort; the chances of something going wrong are too high.

Is it really big?

Mordy glanced in Valentine's direction and saw that he was walking this way.

"Forget it, it's too late to pursue this now... What would I need to do to free you?"

"So, we've reached a cooperation agreement?" Douglas laughed. "All you need to do is damage the containment device, which is the Order's mother world, to a certain extent, creating more vulnerabilities."

Leave everything else to me.

Is it really that simple?

Modi looked suspicious. As Valentine drew closer, he reconstructed the barrier and sealed the half of the stagnant light back into place.

"Your Excellency, I have arranged the repairs to the Pocket Dimension. Would you like to come with me for a tour now?" Valentine asked respectfully.

Why not?

With Mordi's approval, Valentine became his guide, leading him on a tour of the Order's Mother World.

"This is our urban dimension, and most of our citizens live in this dimension."

Walking along the pristine streets of the city, Valentine casually gave him a brief introduction.

Because of the cognitive interference attached to them, nearby pedestrians did not notice them. Instead, while ignoring them, they would give way to them.

Modi noticed that most of the pedestrians around him were very different from humans, with only the human outline as a common feature.

Those who are as close to humanity as the Pope and Valentine, and only slightly different from humans, are ultimately only a minority.

"Valentine," he suddenly said, "I have a question."

"Please speak, and I will do my best to answer your questions," Valentine responded immediately.

He looked at the crowd, his gaze lingering on their inhuman features. "I've noticed that your citizens, like me, seem to have human bodies."

"Is this a coincidence, or is there some connection?" He looked at Valentine.

The latter felt a little uneasy under his gaze, but still said, "You're right, there is indeed some connection."

"In reality, most citizens are subspecies of humans, or rather, incompletely evolved humans."