From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 389 The Truth About the Sunset

The Evolution Game knew that Modi's visit was never good news, and said irritably, "What kind of trouble have you caused me this time?"

"Look at what you're saying! When have I ever tricked you?" Mo Di showed no remorse and went straight to the point: "I have a really great party for the strong to fight, and I've come to invite you to attend."

I have no interest in fighting others, but from what you're saying, it seems you've offended some kind of demon god?

It immediately guessed that Modi wouldn't come to the temple without a reason; he must have offended someone he shouldn't have.

Let me guess, it must be some demon god from the realm of death?

Modi replied affirmatively: You're right, to be more specific, it's that super assembler from the Realm of Death.

Super Assembler?

The light dimmed slightly, then quickly brightened again.

Oh, you mean that corpse collector? How did you offend him?

One of His apostles was also collecting information on the essence of the demon god, and happened to run into us, and then a battle broke out.

After a pause, Modi added, "The other side couldn't beat us, so they called over the Corpse Collector. He's probably coming soon."

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he felt unwell all over.

My senses felt like they had been torn apart and then stitched back together, crumpled into a ball, and then put back in their original positions; my whole body felt off.

Looking down, he suddenly realized what was going on.

No wonder he felt so uncomfortable; it turned out that some organs and limbs of the other three gods had been transferred to his body.

The blue feathers of the mutated heaven, the mold and virus of the stagnant heaven, and the strange limbs of the blissful heaven were all attached to him, resulting in his current art style having a somewhat chaotic and demonic feel.

Correspondingly, his limbs and scales were attached to other people, and even a dragon head was attached next to the mutated celestial bird's head.

"Gah, is this the influence of the demon god?" The altered heaven stared at him, only to realize that he had an extra head.

"Never mind that, Slaughtering Heaven, quickly take back these scales, or they'll explode!"

A slightly panicked voice came from the side. Modi turned his head and saw the dragon scales spontaneously combusting on his body.

Zhifutian also looked at him; He too had dragon scales sewn onto his body.

"No, the other party is on a higher level than me. I can't sever the seams on your bodies at all."

Modi shook his head helplessly and added, "At most, I can help you absorb the dissipated star matter and reduce some of the losses."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Paradise exploded, leaving only a ball of nuclear fire in its wake.

Before the plasma that was escaping had cooled down, it was received by Mordy and brought back under his control.

At the center of the nuclear fireball, the charred Elysium stared at him with resentment and displeasure.

"Sorry, I was a step too slow." He coughed and casually retracted the scales from the body of the stagnant rotten sky.

An untimely voice interrupted.

"You have no chance," the corpse-stitcher's voice returned to calm, his dead fish eyes staring blankly at them, "Our lord has arrived, and all that is divided will be mended."

As His words fell, that sense of disharmony returned once more.

The three gods' expressions changed drastically. They felt as if they had been thrown into a meat grinder and shredded, then thrown into a toilet along with the other three and mixed together. Finally, a part of themselves was mixed with the others.

"My sense of smell... how did my sense of smell end up on that dead pig? Ugh—"

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"Damn it, you better not let your tentacles wander inside me. Wait, where are you touching? Get away from my offspring!"

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"Oh my god, look at these disgusting mold spots! They've ruined my beautiful feathers!"

Modi watched the three of them fall into chaos, then looked at his own unchanging body, wondering why he was unharmed this time.

Because I helped you neutralize the effects of the corpse collector.

A cold, calm mechanical voice echoed in his mind, and he suddenly realized the truth.

Points of light rose from his body and coalesced in the air into a larger, cold-colored sphere of light, flickering on and off, illuminating the entire interior of the subspace storm.

Under this soft light, the stitched-together parts of the three gods were restored to their original state, and the influence of the corpse-piecer was thus soothed.

"Oh, you are...?"

Upon seeing this, the corpse stitcher frowned, somewhat incredulous.

Even the influence emanating from a demon god is not so easy to eliminate, unless it is an existence of the same level.

If that's the case, then this ball of light is probably something extraordinary.

However, neither Death nor Metal is a demon in the form of a sphere of light.

Could it be an alien demon god standing behind these four people?

While brainstorming, the light orb image manifested by the evolution game ignored the sleeve and instead flashed at a high frequency, as if conveying a series of complex information.

At the same time, in the direction the corpse-stitcher was facing away from, a rift was torn open in the warp storm.

As the storm gradually subsided, a massive entity squeezed through the dimensional rift into the material universe, into the inner circle of the storm.

The shadows of the warp began to recede, fearing the newcomers and unwilling to approach any closer, retreating back into the warp.

"Tsk, a bunch of cowardly bullies." Tuanbiantian curled his lip in disdain.

"You expect these instinctive things to help us win?" Zhifutian glanced at Him sideways.

In the center of the storm that had not yet completely dissipated, the frequency of the light spheres flickered higher and higher, and the physical figure that had suddenly squeezed in became clearer and clearer.

Similar to the mortician, he had many stitches all over his body, making him look like a reassembled corpse. He was wrapped in linen and had a blank expression and cloudy eyes.

However, there are differences between them. The latter is not human-shaped, but a bloated corpse pieced together from the bodies of many different species, resembling a giant.

The mere presence of the shimmering light caused everyone in the storm circle, except for the sphere of light, to feel a sudden heaviness in their bodies, as if an invisible pressure had become a tangible weight pressing down on them.

Even the corpse-stitching man is no exception.

However, he showed no panic, but instead appeared relieved.

"My Lord." He bowed slightly, his expression respectful.

The corpse-assembler did not reply. Most of its thousands of eyes were fixed on the ball of light, while a small number were looking at the four gods, as if sizing them up.

After a moment, until the warp storm had completely subsided and space returned to its usual calm, he slowly spoke: "Lord of Evolution, why do you choose to be my enemy?"

The orb of light, which the corpse collectors called the Lord of Evolution, stopped flickering, and the light it emitted became much colder.

"Let's put it another way... Are you really planning to be my enemy?"

The Lord of Evolution spoke in a flat tone, even bordering on indifferent; this was the first time Modi had ever heard it speak like that.

Only at this time does it display the majesty of a demon god; at other times, it will joke with Modi.

Opposite it, the corpse collector fell silent, his gaze growing even colder.

"You are no match for me," He said. "Even if you are a high-ranking being and possess power comparable to ours, you are ultimately not a demon god and cannot defeat us."

"Whether it's possible or not, we'll only know by trying." The Lord of Evolution's tone remained calm.

The atmosphere was tense, and a sense of crisis was brewing in everyone's hearts.

Both the corpse-stitching man and the four gods subconsciously held their breath and concentrated.

How well these two talk will directly affect their subsequent actions.

Two completely different forces collided, and every rise and fall of them tugged at the heartstrings of both sides.

After a long while, the corpse-piecer let out a muffled groan, and the momentum between the two sides suddenly dissipated.

As if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart, Mo Di had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the corpse-piecer say coldly, "Why are you helping them?"

He turned his gaze to the four gods, and lingered on Mordi for a moment.

"Are they your relatives? Or do they have some other relationship with you?"

To His surprise, the Lord of Evolution actually answered His question.

"I have made a covenant with my Lord to provide all the assistance for His ascension, in accordance with the goals He has set for me."

"Your master? The high being who created you, isn't it?" He was equally curious about the creator of the Lord of Evolution, and couldn't help but ask, "Why would that being set such a goal for you?"

"No comment."

"So what agreement did you make with him?"

"Just help him get promoted, that's all."

The Lord of Evolution still spoke in a human-machine tone, with no change in his manner, which greatly annoyed the corpse collectors.

It's like they said nothing at all; is it really that hard to get any useful information out of them?

...Forget it, since we can't get any useful information, let's just see who's the best.

Shaking its head, the corpse collector abandoned its attempt to extract more information and launched a fierce attack on it.

The countless limbs on its body paused for a moment, then simultaneously erupted into a riot, reaching out to grab the Lord of Evolution.

Since the Corpse Stitcher can use his authority to stitch up the surface of the world and transform it into a tougher dead skin, there's no reason why the Corpse Piece Master couldn't do the same.

He can do even more.

"Over the years, I have searched for many dead worlds, some destroyed by humans and others by accident. Without exception, they have all become ruins."

The corpse-assembler manipulated invisible threads to pull a massive, seemingly endless corpse into this material universe.

The consequence of this was that the reality of the battlefield was completely torn apart, with a pieced-together corpse of the world lying across the rift, tearing apart the surface of the current world and emitting a series of harsh friction sounds.

The corpse opened its eyes, which were made up of many dying stars. Their light was dim, and their eyes were like those of a dying person who was clinging to reality and yearning for life.

"They can actually do that?"

Modi suppressed his discomfort and looked up at the dying stars.

An inexplicable impulse arose within him, urging him to fly into deep space and merge with these dead worlds.

"No, this was never what I wanted."

"Why not?" a star blinked at him and said, "Join us and you can become eternal. You don't even need to undergo a dangerous ascension ceremony."

"Isn't this your long-cherished wish?"

"A long-cherished wish?" A layer of confusion clouded Modi's eyes. "Can merging with you truly lead to eternity?"

"Hey...of course!" More and more stars joined the chorus, beckoning him in unison, "Come on, join us, what are you waiting for?"

Under the light of the dying star, Modi's entire face was shrouded in gloom.

Although they couldn't see his expression, the stars felt he was wavering; all they needed to do was keep pressing him to get him to cooperate...

"But I refuse."

His facial features suddenly hardened, the confusion in his eyes was completely dispelled, and he spoke in an extremely forceful voice.

"You think what I want is forever? You're so wrong."

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...What?

The stars paused for a moment, then began to twinkle together, and the entire starry sky seemed to stir.

"Why refuse?" "No one can resist this temptation." "Not even the immortals."

"What you call eternity is no different from a stagnant pool."

Modi's lips curled into a cold smile as he looked disdainfully at the stars in the sky. He scoffed, "To be a maggot feeding on a corpse? I don't have that kind of petty mentality. What I pursue is change, is constant advancement."

Silence, and then more silence.

However, the next second, they all roared in unison.

"You want to emulate the God of Light?" "You want to reignite the War of the Setting Sun?" "You're playing with fire!"

“In some ways, we are indeed very similar,” Mordy said calmly. “He seeks change, and so do I.”

"Perhaps I will be destroyed by other demons like Him in the future, or perhaps I will not, but will rise to a higher level."

The stars fell silent again. After a long while, one of them spoke with malice: "Do you know the real reason for His death?"

Modi narrowed his eyes. "I don't understand. If you can explain it to me, that would be best."

"Ha, then we'll tell you."

At this moment, the stars are shining brightly.

Countless voices, each with its own distinct tone and malice, collectively formed a single sentence, revealing the ancient truth to Mordi.

"He embarked on a path of self-destruction," the stars said, with a hint of irony.

"What do you mean?" Modi was not intimidated by their words and continued to ask.

"He is the destroyer of shackles, the god who ends the unchanging; even the ancient dragon king perished under His light spear."

The stars sang in unison, as if reciting an ancient epic.

"Even a god as powerful as the God of Light died because He went down the wrong path. When He realized He had become the biggest obstacle to change, what decision do you think He would make?"

Before Mordy could answer, they interjected, "He intends to shatter and rebuild himself, but this is undoubtedly the worst decision he could make."

"Other demons wouldn't understand what He was doing; it was practically self-destruction! But they wouldn't miss this opportunity, and that's how the Battle of Sunset came about."

"And you, you intend to follow the same path as him, which means you want to seek your own death? Believe us, this is absolutely a dead end."

The stars twinkled, laughing incessantly. They mocked his overestimation of his abilities and his foolishness, until they realized that he didn't even show the slightest emotional change.

“I don’t think His decision was wrong,” Mordy said. “The only mistake He made was not killing the opposing demons first before reforging.”