From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 390 The Beginning of Ascension

The starry sky twinkled, revealing its brutal side without reservation to those who looked up at it.

The stars were astonished and enraged by Mordy's answer. Already on the verge of death, they did not hesitate to burn their already limited lives, just to punish the one who spoke such arrogant words.

A blinding light descended from the sky, seemingly intent on incinerating everything and setting the entire starry sea ablaze.

Modi stared directly at the blinding light, his eyelids slightly lowered, about to unleash his sword light to obliterate it, when the beams of light suddenly vanished into thin air.

It was as if it were being blocked by something invisible, or as if it had been completely devoured.

"What did you say to Him inside that made Him so angry?"

The Lord of Evolution was puzzled but also curious, after all, the corpse-collecting people outside were quite angry.

"It's nothing," Modi said, breaking free from the dead starry sky. "I just talked to Him about some insights about the God of Light."

"Ha, He doesn't like the God of Light, you can probably tell that."

"Indeed." Modi nodded, the starry sky above his head had vanished. "What method did you use just now? How could those beams of light seem to disappear into thin air?"

"Disappeared into thin air? No, I just released some little guys to eat the light."

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"Eat up that light?"

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Modi raised an eyebrow, but before he could ask any more questions, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and he was back in deep space ravaged by the warp storm.

The three gods appeared on the other side, but compared to him, they looked much more disheveled, with many burn and piercing wounds on their bodies.

"Don't venture too far into that dying starry sky."

"The Lord of Evolution warned," he said, his tone serious.

"The Corpse Collectors have stitched too many things into that starry sky, burying too many unknown horrors and forbidden zones within. If you go too deep, I'm afraid I won't be able to pull you out."

"This wasn't my choice to go in either," Modi said helplessly. "He covered me with his starry sky, and I was taken away. If you hadn't rescued me in time, I would have had at least a few holes in me."

The ball of light flashed a few times, calmly deflecting the attacks of the corpse-collecting creature while saying to him, "I suggest you find a safe place to hide and don't give Him a chance to mess with you. That so-called subspace seems quite suitable."

"I understand, I know what I'm doing."

Modi glanced at the battlefield, his mind racing, dark thoughts lingering in his head.

A moment later, he had an idea.

They gestured to the three who had tampered with the heavens, and they formed a small group in the subspace.

"I have an idea, let's rob a bunch of people and leave..."

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"Coo coo... It sounds somewhat feasible, but we must be wary of that demon god." The Heavenly Deviation tilted its head.

"I mentioned to the Lord of Evolution that it will try its best to hold off the Corpse Collectors. All we need to do is bring the Warp out of the game."

The subspace sensed the presence of the corpse-assembler and almost became a cowardly lizard, even retracting its tentacles. It dared not make any further moves, even though it had the ability to hold off the corpse-assembler.

But they have reasons to bring down the warp.

"Let's do it this way, let's get started."

Modi quietly approached the edge of the battlefield. With the concealment provided by the altered heaven and the unchanging blessing provided by the stagnant heaven, he almost blended into the space, making it difficult for people to detect his presence.

Even the corpse stitcher couldn't do that, because the arrival of the corpse stitcher lowered his vigilance considerably, making it even less likely for him to notice.

He stood quietly on the side closest to the corpse collector, gazing intently at the dying starry sky, his eyes filled with fascination, as if it were some kind of work of art.

In fact, from the perspective of the sleeve, this is indeed the most perfect work of art.

Even when Mordy was only a short distance away, he remained immersed in the dying starry sky and did not notice the enemy's approach.

"The distance is right, let it come."

Modi emerged from the darkness and charged fiercely toward the Corpse-Stitcher, spreading shadows of the subspace wherever he went.

However, compared to when the storm was rising, the current shadow in the warp seems somewhat unwilling, as if it was forced out.

Like ink spreading in clear water, the shadows of the subspace stretched out their tendrils into a ball, instantly enveloping the corpse-stitching man.

"What?"

With the starry sky above blocked out, the corpse-stitching man's pupils contracted sharply, his heart filled with a mixture of shock and anger.

"How dare you disrupt this sacred duel!" He did not hesitate to exercise His authority. "Our Lord will witness your death."

"What are you babbling about?" Modi didn't listen to what He said at all. With a wave of his hand, shadows from the warp swarmed in and forcibly dragged the bound person into the warp.

"Go tell my subspace!"

Now that the Corpse-Stitcher has revealed his trump card, the Demon God, Modi doesn't need to worry too much and can simply drag him into the Subspace Wonder House.

"You dare?!"

Upon seeing this, all the eyes on the corpse collectors widened instantly, burning with raging fury.

Extending a withered, dehydrated arm, it spun its massive, pieced-together body and crashed down toward the shadowy location in the subspace.

The space trembled as he moved, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

But that's where it ends.

The Lord of Evolution transformed into countless points of light, instantly leaping to stand in front of Him, blocking the pile of dismembered corpses, and forcibly piecing together the shattered space around Him.

"Our battle is far from over," the light flashed rapidly, conveying the message in two ways simultaneously, "You have no choice but to stay."

"You're such a lightbulb thinker!"

The corpse collector cursed instinctively, using a word He used to curse the God of Light.

"How long do you think you can protect them? Even if they hide in their shells, it won't last."

He suddenly stopped speaking, forcing himself to swallow his words, not because the Lord of Evolution had done anything, but because he realized that the strange dimension that trapped the Corpse-Sealing Man was probably not so easy to enter.

Even if it were, it would probably be difficult to break it, let alone rescue anyone from it.

"What is this thing? How can it have such a strange dimension? Just like you."

He suddenly looked at the Lord of Evolution, his gaze shifting suspiciously between the two.

"They're clearly not demon gods, yet they can rival them... Could it be that you share the same creator?"

"Unfortunately, I don't think so." The Lord of Evolution shook his head regretfully. "Otherwise, we would have combined our armor long ago and turned you into a pile of Gundam fragments."

"Is that so? I'd like to see how you'll shatter me," the corpse reassembler sneered.

The two sides engaged in another intense physical exchange.

The dying starlight burns its remaining life force, evolving various astronomical wonders in an attempt to trap and destroy the countless points of light that the Lord of Evolution has transformed into.

The latter disintegrates its own existence, transforming into various life forms, and thus far surpasses others on the path of evolution.

Light plague, electromagnetic life, data creatures, aberrations... each life form can easily neutralize an attack, making it impossible for the zombie hunters to break through its defenses.

"It's these again, it's these again." More than one of the corpse-assemblers wore a ferocious expression. "These are clearly beings without the essence of demon gods, so how can they achieve this?"

"Evolution, isn't it amazing?" the Lord of Evolution mocked. "What determines success or failure is not only the difference in inherent quality, but also knowledge and wisdom."

"Oh, someone like you, who's been around corpses and whose brain has been ruined by formaldehyde, would probably have a hard time understanding this."

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The person piecing together the corpse was furious, and some of the assembled organs even spewed out eerie flames.

He was so angry that He could not even perceive the cries for help from His own apostles in the subspace.

"My lord, save me!"

"Hehe, now no one can save you. Enjoy the feast that's about to begin."

With a snap of his fingers, Modi revealed a strange smile, standing beside him in a row of chaotic gods.

Not only the four gods, but even the weaker Chaos Gods came.

They either sneered or grinned, and led by the four gods, they formed a wall, blocking the path of the corpse-stitcher.

"You, you all..." The corpse-stitching man's face was ashen, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

He took a step back, and the Chaos Gods took a step forward, creating an unusually heavy atmosphere.

"Hehehe, minions, charge!" The monstrous troll chuckled and flapped his wings, and the chaotic gods behind him swarmed forward, surrounding the Corpse-Stitching Man completely.

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"Give me a chance, how about we have a one-on-one duel?" He looked at the chaotic god in front of him and grinned.

Even though they weren't particularly strong, their numbers made up for it, and the fact that this was the subspace, their home turf, gave them enough strength to fight him to a standstill.

Not to mention the four gods watching from afar, it can be said that He lost all chance of victory from the moment He stepped into this dimension.

The only chance rested with Xiu's immediate superior.

As long as the zombie fighters defeat the enemy, everything will be alright.

"If all else fails, I can take on all four of you by myself." He looked at the four gods provocatively, but in his heart he was calculating how to stall for even longer.

"I see," Modi nodded slightly, "Then I'll give you a chance to challenge us. Men, follow me."

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After saying that, he led the charge, followed by a vast, dark mass of chaotic gods.

Seeing this, the Corpse Stitcher hurriedly dodged a spiral beam of light, but was struck by two sword beams.

"Isn't this exactly the same as before?!" He casually swatted away a chaotic deity and glared at the four gods.

"The difference is that you are indeed fighting against the four of us." The tampering god smiled sinisterly, manipulating fate and directing attacks to strike the corpse-stitching man.

"Your request is for one of us to take on the four of us, but there's no rule saying we can't bring our men."

Even the usually honest and stagnant Zhifutian said the same thing.

"I hope you can enjoy our battle." Bliss offered his heartfelt wish, not caring at the cost of injury.

Under the combined attack of the four gods and the Chaos God, even though the Corpse-Stitcher was the first apostle in the sequence and had fused with part of the essence of the demon god, he still could not avoid falling into a desperate situation.

At this moment, He was like an innocent little knight who had mistakenly wandered into the old wolf's backyard, suffering unbearable torment from all kinds of martial arts.

Is there any way out for him now? Of course not.

As the last crimson spiral beam of light fell, everything came to an end.

The corpse-stitching man, without leaving a single word, erupted and scattered.

A pale white light emanated from his body, and before the surrounding chaotic gods could react, the point of light was grasped in Modi's hand.

"Fortunately, once the essence of the demon god was integrated into His body, it was difficult to extract from it. Otherwise, if He had hidden it, we would probably have had to go through a lot of trouble to find it."

After checking and finding nothing amiss, he glanced at the chaotic gods around him. Without exception, their eyes gleamed with a ferocious, gluttonous light as they stared intently at him... the fragment of the corpse-stitching man beside him.

Such a fragment of an apostle would be a great tonic for them.

As for that spot of light from earlier, they didn't pay much attention to it, since it was clearly not something they could touch.

"Take it and divide it up."

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Modi casually tossed the fragment aside, which immediately sparked a scramble among the Chaos Gods.

Another round of fighting began, but the four gods paid no attention.

To them, this was just a small-scale struggle within the warp, and it didn't matter who won.

"Have you gotten the essence yet?" the tampered heaven asked.

"Hmm." He nodded. "The essential content is sufficient for us to complete the upgrade."

Zhifutian frowned and said, "Are you sure you want to upgrade now? Isn't it too early? We can wait a while longer and gather more essence..."

"There's no time left," Mordy interrupted him abruptly. "The Corpse Collector knows what we're doing, and he can see we're close to success. He won't give us any more time."

"But isn't the Lord of Evolution there?" Bliss asked, puzzled. "You said it would provide you with all the help. Can't you let it hold off the Corpse Collector a little longer?"

"We're facing more than just corpse collectors."

"Usurper Sky" flapped its wings and interrupted.

His words drew sidelong glances from the other two, but Modi's expression remained unchanged.

He affirmed, "That's right. The enemies we face are far more than just one Corpse Collector. Certain demons from the Realm of Death, as well as most of the mechanical gods, may interfere with us."

"The longer we delay, the more variables there will be. We... must act quickly."

The mechanical gods are inherently hostile to the demons of death, and they will not allow another demon to emerge in the realm of death.

Even if the four gods did not want to become true demons of death, the fuel they used for their ascension had already destined them to be treated as demons of death.

The realm of death is divided into two factions: one is the demon god who is close to the Mother of No Life and the Corpse Collector, and they will likely hinder the ascension ceremony.

The other faction is the neutral faction. They are indifferent to the ascension of the four gods, but they will not offer assistance either.

"Our only remaining allies are that great sphere of light, oh, and the warp itself."

Modi stroked the warp tentacles that had wrapped around him, soothing it for a while.

The subspace seemed to sense something and became somewhat anxious, yet also filled with longing.

It yearns for advancement, whether for better or worse, as long as it can rise to a higher level.

"In other words, we only have one choice left now." Zhi Futian exhaled and murmured, "I had thought about this day coming, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."

Even He cannot defy the will of the Warp and must make changes accordingly.