From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 387 The Spoiler

As the roars of the beasts subsided, the colossal beast of the heavens gradually lost its life force, its massive body lying across the deep sky, allowing the red, green, and blue plagues to spread across its back.

Bahamut was already hoarse and exhausted. Even if it fought to the death, its fate was already sealed for the Four Gods.

The only thing to be careful about is how much loss there will be.

In their life-or-death struggle against the forbidden beasts, all four gods suffered some losses, with the one suffering the greatest loss being Bliss, who lost a vessel right at the start of the battle.

Even when it rejoined the battlefield later, it was the one that Bahamut targeted the most, causing its carrier to be damaged and injured countless times, making it a target.

Although Mordi's losses were not that great, part of his Blood Sea, which was his true form, was evaporated, but fortunately he was able to replenish it from Bahamut.

Although the Forbidden Beast was not as large as Douglas, it was still extremely large, especially after it devoured the star, which greatly increased its size.

He, along with the corrupt and treacherous heavens, went to divide the spoils, but each of them only received a small portion, leaving a large chunk undivided.

"I won't hold back, I'll devour it," Mordy felt like a ghoul, clinging to his enemy and gnawing on their corpse. "It seems the reality is pretty much the same."

"I think it's better to expose the true nature of the demon god first."

"Zhifutian said, driving his plague offspring downwards to drill into the body of the Heavenly Veil Beast."

As the god who controls entertainment, the God of Usurpation has automatically entered a state of arrogance after victory, completely immersed in his own world.

"Relax, it has no chance of turning the tables," He said nonchalantly. "If this could turn the tables, I would relinquish the authority of the God of Schemes on the spot."

Upon hearing this, Modi immediately became alert. "You can't make such a bold statement."

"Slaughtering Heaven, you're being too suspicious..."

""

Before the blue-feathered bird could finish speaking, it suddenly felt a tremor beneath it.

The colossal beast beneath their feet, now devoid of rage, meant its life was nearing its end.

A mournful cry, like the song of a whale, echoed in space, seemingly its last sound.

After quite some time, the whale song gradually stopped.

"Phew, I thought it was going to pull some kind of trick again, but it turns out I was just scaring myself."

The usurper breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled.

"Let's get started without delay."

Modi and Zhifutian did not respond; they had begun drilling down with all their might the moment the whale song began.

The only one absent, Elysium, also rushed back to the battlefield after resurrecting.

Before long, they had completely corrupted the Sky Veil Beast and dragged most of its body into the Warp.

"The warp tells me that the essence has been obtained." Zhifutian suddenly stopped, saying wearily, "This battle has finally come to an end."

He disliked fighting, let alone fighting three battles in a row, from Douglas to Bahamut, two of which were fought to the death by his opponents.

The fact that He has managed to fight this long is already a testament to His resilience.

Modi wasn't tired at all; he just felt he had a great time playing.

"Perfect timing. The Order has also extracted the essence, but they're still a bit short of gathering enough 'fire seeds'... When should we make our move against the Corpse-Stitching Man?" the Usurper Heaven asked.

He was met with a disdainful look from Bliss.

"How long has it been since we finished fighting? If we fight that Apostle of Death in this state, even if we win in the end, we will suffer heavy losses."

"Moreover, He has someone backing him. If it really comes to that, we either have to hide in the subspace, or..."

""

Zhi Futian glanced at Mo Di, who remained silent, and his meaning was already quite clear.

He knew that Modi also had someone behind him, and that the person behind him was someone who could rival the Demon God.

"I will contact it, if necessary."

Modi answered while dismantling Bahamut's remains.

The part he obtained was the head of the forbidden beast, Bahamut's head with whale-like features. It was completely swallowed by the sea of ​​blood, which not only made up for the part that evaporated from the sea of ​​blood, but also made it much stronger.

The Heaven of Usurpation and the Heaven of Decay also respectively control the tail and the body, while the Heaven of Bliss, which contributed the least, can only stand aside and barely get a few scraps.

But they clearly did not accept this result and clamored for a redistribution.

"This is unfair! I've died so many times, why should I only get this little? I've shed blood for the Warp, I've rendered service to the Warp, I demand a redistribution!"

The altered heaven glanced at Him, flapped its wings, and produced a chart.

"Look at how much damage you've dealt, how much you've contributed to the battle, and how many times you've died. Think about it carefully before asking that question."

"Gurgle..." Paradise let out a reluctant whimper, stubbornly saying, "But I shared the firepower for you..."

"But the time you bear the brunt of the fire is less than a tenth of the time you spend casting your resurrection spell." The altered heaven shook its head. "So most of the time, we're the ones taking the damage."

"How much damage do you deal? Who can you buff? How much damage can you take? If you can't answer these questions, don't blame us for excluding you. We have a solid basis for our reasoning."

He replaced the bird's head on the sleeve with a rabbit's head, his expression utterly mocking.

Bliss was very angry, but there was nothing he could do, since he couldn't refute what the other party had said.

I'm still too young, and I've already suffered several serious injuries. I'm no match for these three seasoned veterans.

Modi wanted to say a few words, but just as he was about to speak, something unexpected happened.

He abruptly shifted his gaze, his spiritual sense extending to scan the edge of the galaxy.

"...Everyone, hold on for a bit. We might need to prepare for a series of battles."

Near Mandeville Point, at the exit of the hyperspace passage, a ring of white light slowly spread out, seemingly foreshadowing something.

The three gods all realized what this meant, and they stopped what they were doing one after another, their expressions gradually becoming serious.

"Sigh, we just finished dealing with one and another one comes," Paradise frowned. "Who's coming this time?"

"It's unclear for now, but His hostility is very strong." Zhifutian gathered the plague miasma, forcibly dispelling his mental fatigue, and prepared to face the upcoming battle.

"Not only that," Twisted Sky tilted his head, "there's also a strong smell of death, completely different from the stench of decay on you."

"Without a doubt, this is an apostle of death." Mordi lowered his eyes, and the sea of ​​blood silently unfolded.

The atmosphere suddenly froze as four figures silently surrounded the exit of the hyperspace passage.

The force field distortion and fluctuations generated by the motion of a massive object are amplified along with the gravitational effect. The four gods felt a tightness in their chests and almost simultaneously made their moves on the predicted jump coordinates.

Blood surged, miasma spread, and magical light, guided by fate, precisely fell to its target location. Senses and desires intertwined to construct a veil of illusion that was both real and unreal.

The unknown apostle from the other side of deep space was overwhelmed by a fierce attack as soon as it arrived at its target location, and felt a warm greeting from the subspace.

If He had not come with hostility and had not been prepared, it might have resulted in even greater losses.

"The whale song led me here."

The sleeve tore through the swirling sea of ​​blood, and the exhaled foul wind dispersed the miasma.

He raised his finger again and plucked the string of fate, directing all the falling magical light towards the predetermined end.

The veil of illusion woven by senses and desires descended, and with just a slight glance, the process of this dream was altered, causing it to traverse countless years and enter its destined death.

In an instant, the four gods' offensive was neutralized.

From beginning to end, the visitors from afar never took a single step beyond the jump landing point.

"But now it seems the one who invited us is dead. If I'm not mistaken, the four of you are the unwelcome guests here, aren't you?"

As the blood and miasma dissipated, the figure of the newcomer was revealed.

"Sigh." Modi sighed when he saw who it was. Although he had prepared for the worst, he was still caught off guard when the moment actually arrived.

"Although I had thought about the day we would face each other, I didn't expect it to come so soon... I barely had time to prepare."

The figure, clad in a linen robe with numerous stitches on his body, remained expressionless upon hearing this, maintaining a blank demeanor.

Staring blankly at Modi, he slowly spoke: "It seems you've had your eye on me all along, for that part of my essence, haven't you?"

"Since you already know, why do you need to confirm it with me again?"

"This is more rigorous. I usually like to double-check before taking any action."

His tone was completely flat, and his blank expression made Modi feel as if he were talking to a real corpse.

However, on the other hand, the Apostle of Death, who has merged with the essence of the Demon God of Death, might be even more like a corpse than an ordinary one.

"Now that you've confirmed it," Mordy slightly raised his spiraling spear, "you should be able to make a decision, right?"

"Of course," he said sincerely, "I urge you to abandon your original ideas and hand over all the demonic essences you have collected to me."

"This is for your own good," He emphasized.

"Then there's nothing to talk about." The mutated heaven sighed, and as it spoke, it flapped its wings, stirring up a massive subspace storm.

The storm engulfed the entire galaxy, severing all hyperspace routes connecting it and turning it into a dark zone where no jumps or teleports were possible.

The shadow of the warp descended with the storm, its twisted tentacles appearing and disappearing at the edge of the storm, seemingly poised to drag everything within into deep space and utterly lose itself.

At the same moment, Modi also raised the Unchanging End Spear, and blood flowed into a spiral at the tip of the spear, blooming with bloody light.

War is imminent, unlike the previous probing or the earlier battle with the forbidden beasts.

This time, the four of them went all out from the start, launching an attack on the Corpse-Stitching Man with the intention of holding nothing back and disregarding all losses.

They knew that this opponent was different from the Light of Revelation, the Demon of Violence, and the Forbidden Beast; his power was far greater, and he was far more difficult to deal with.

They can eliminate the first three with minimal cost, using only a portion of their forces.

When facing the Corpse-Stitcher, Modi alone could fight against him with all his might, and with the help of the Usurper and the Corruptor, he was able to suppress him.

Only when all four gods are gathered can they be defeated.

But if they want to be absolutely certain of killing Him, they must abandon any wishful thinking and fight Him with all their might.

A person's reputation is well-deserved. As the number one apostle under the Demon God Corpse-Stitcher, the Corpse-Stitcher deserves their utmost effort.

A crimson, blood-red final spiral flashed by, tearing a gruesome gash in the midst of the raging storm.

Even someone as powerful as the Corpse-Stitcher couldn't help but change his expression when faced with this attack.

Not to mention, the three gods were not just watching from the sidelines; they also launched an attack at the same time, joining forces to suppress Him.

The spatial blockade prohibited all teleportation and jumps, a deadly plague seeped into the body and eroded resistance, the web of desires and senses made it impossible to concentrate, and the final apocalyptic spiral was raging forth.

He had nowhere to retreat; he had to do everything he could to block this attack.

"If it were me before I merged with the essence, I probably wouldn't have been able to do anything about this attack."

The blood-red light that shot towards him was reflected in the murky, lifeless pupils of the corpse-stitcher, while the corners of his mouth, stitched shut with needle and thread, were slightly upturned.

Raise your right hand and gently wave your fingers like an orchestra conductor, plucking the invisible strings in the void.

Just before the final spiral was about to pierce through, Sleeve's figure suddenly became blurred, as if a thin veil had been draped over her body.

The crimson spiral beam of light flashed and disappeared in an instant, completely engulfing the frail figure of the corpse-stitching man.

A moment later, his unharmed figure reappeared, with little change except for a slightly weakened aura.

"An extremely fierce attack."

The corpse stitcher clapped his hands and forced a stiff smile.

"But fortunately, my methods are superior."

"You messed up?" Jiletian glanced at Modi.

"No," Mordy stared intently at a small area in front of the enemy, "he used some method to block my attack."

"Is there really a way to block that thing without taking damage?"

The altered heaven asked curiously, having deduced countless times, yet still unable to find a way to block the final spiral without taking damage.

That was, after all, the concentrated manifestation of the power of slaughter, a combination of slaughter and the trace of lifeless essence within him.

Even they weren't confident they could withstand a final spiral attack without being seriously injured.

"If it were me, I could catch it without getting hurt," Modi said casually, his mind racing as he analyzed the flaws in the corpse-stitching man.

He needed to figure out what exactly that thin veil that blocked the final spiral was.

"Let's do it again, you idiot. Remember to collect the data."

As he spoke, the spear in his hand once again glowed with an ominous light.

"Want to do it again?" The corpse-stitching man raised his eyelids and took out a thin, long sewing needle about the length of his forearm. "I can't let you have your way."

The needle pierces forward, one end still outside, while the other end, the needle tip, disappears into the void.

"I have some doubts about what you just said. Please demonstrate to me whether you can withstand your own attack without taking any damage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Modi realized something was wrong and tried to pull back his spear to cancel the attack, but it wasn't a flaming straight sword, and it was too late to take it back.

The final spiral roared past, but its tip pointed directly at Mordy himself.

His pupils contracted sharply, and the next moment, he was engulfed by the crimson spiral beam of light he had emitted.

"That's really...unexpected."

As the crimson faded, Modi's figure reappeared.

Just like the corpse-stitching man from before, he was basically unharmed except for his slightly weakened aura.

The only extra thing was the layer of red dragon scales on its surface.

The sea of ​​blood shrank into a sphere, its surface covered with dense scales that rose and fell like ocean waves as the blood sphere throbbed.

"This is... dense dragon scale armor?" The corpse-stitching man's eyes widened slightly.