From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 392 The War of Demons

The Lord of Evolution glanced at the demons present.

Including the Corpse Collector and the Mother of No Life who had arrived earlier, there were a total of five demons from the Realm of Death.

"The Death Star Shipyard, Bellman the Bellcaller, and... the Deathbird."

When he spoke of the last name, his tone became noticeably more somber.

The last being, engulfed in spiritual flames, was a formidable foe to it.

Looking at both factions and the numerous demon gods, the Deathbird can be considered a strong one, almost the leader of the realm of death.

On the other side, opposite the Demon God of Death, stood four equally enormous demon gods.

Mechanical God, Apocalypse Forerunner, Silent King, Lord of Steel, Assimilator.

As it sized up the newcomers, it made an assessment of them, paying particular attention to one of them.

The Apocalypse Herald is depicted as a molten iron planet that broadcasts air raid sirens. At the center of the planet is a huge eye, and flowing liquid iron covers the planet's surface, making it look as red as blood.

Similar to the Deathbird, he can be considered the leader of the mechanical gods, possessing immense power, and even the Lord of Evolution dares not provoke him casually.

"I didn't expect so many people to come."

The large sphere of light flickered a few times and began to evolve into various forms of life.

Light-devouring, corrosion, heat absorption... there are life forms that can restrain mechanical gods as well as those that can restrain the demons of death.

"Gah gah... I didn't expect it to be so lively here," a hoarse voice came from the skeleton of the Deathbird. "I won't say anything else, just tell me when the fight is starting."

The molten iron planet rotated to a certain angle, and a huge eye at its center stared at it indifferently without saying a word, but the piercing air raid siren suddenly rose.

Clearly, he was also prepared for battle.

"Shut up, you dead bird! Can't you even look at the situation before you speak?"

The Mother of No Birth's face darkened, and she glared angrily at the Deathbird's eyes, which were burning with spiritual fire.

"Look at that strange dimension. Someone stole my lost essence and is trying to ascend. We can't let them succeed."

"Why not?" The Deathbird tilted its head. "Use your essence to ascend. If you succeed, the Realm of Death will have one more demon god. If you fail, you can still regain your essence."

"For us, this is a sure-fire way to make money."

That's because the "we" you mentioned didn't include me at all!

The Unborn Mother gritted her teeth, her heart burning with rage.

He understood this dead bird, knowing it was a creature that loved to watch the drama unfold and especially enjoyed fighting with people.

Damn it, how did this dead bird become the god of death? It should have gone to the realm of war and slaughter.

"But," the corpse-assembler interjected, "what if they weren't on a path to death? What if they were trying to use this opportunity to manipulate things and change the nature of their existence?"

"Them?" Bellman, the bell ringer, showed some interest. "How many are planning to be promoted?"

“There are four known,” He said. “They seem to share a common origin and intend to take an unusual path to ascension.”

"What is this? A divine feat?" The Deathbird stretched its neck and approached the sealed subspace. "This strange dimension is something else; at least I can't see through its blockade."

The Death Star fleet, which had remained silent until now, quietly moved to a sensitive area close to the warp, alerting the Lord of Evolution.

"I think we should pay more attention to what our old rivals are thinking."

Communication waves emanated from the Death Star shipyard, their aim directed at the silent mechanical god.

Although only four came from the other side, there is also an Evolutionary Lord nearby, who knows if it might join the Mechanical God's side.

What do you think?

In the long-silent communication channel of the mechanical gods, the Lord of Steel spoke first.

He had met the Lord of Evolution and the four Warp Gods before, and knew how unusual their ideas were.

But He didn't know which side they would stand on, nor did He know if they would become the Demon God of Death.

If the latter is true, they will have four more enemies, which is intolerable to them. If it really comes to that, they will not even give face to the Lord of Evolution.

"Let's wait and see." The Silent King's words were concise, just like his name.

However, while He said He was observing, no one knew what He was really thinking, since the forces of the Sleeve had a grudge against the Subspace.

"Within the Realm of Death, the Corpse Collector and the Mother of No Life clearly want to stop it, while the attitudes of the other three are unclear."

The Assimilar's voice is calm and mechanical, devoid of any extra emotion, much like the mechanical octopus image.

"In any case, we will oppose what they want to agree with and agree with what they want to oppose. I hope everyone will consider the bigger picture."

He glanced at the silent king, whose mechanical skeleton form was self-evident.

"Hmph, of course I can."

The Silent King snorted coldly, and the ominous green light emanating from his body intensified.

The molten iron planet remained silent, only shifting its gaze to the warp, its eyes filled with scrutiny.

The nine demon gods on both sides harbored their own ulterior motives and never ceased to suspect the other side, putting considerable pressure on the Lord of Evolution, but also allowing it to delay a little longer.

"If things could just keep dragging on like this, maybe it wouldn't be so bad." This thought crossed its mind.

But this is ultimately just an unrealistic idea; it can only delay things for a while, not forever.

The Mother of No Birth could no longer wait and said coldly, "Don't block our way, get out of my way."

"There's no time to delay any longer?" The Lord of Evolution glanced at the demons gathered around his sleeve. The Corpse Collector and Bellman the Bell Caller both expressed their support.

Meanwhile, the Death Star fleet remains stuck between the warp and space, appearing restless and poised to launch an attack at any moment.

Only the Deathbird's attitude was the most ambiguous. It would occasionally cast its gaze toward the subspace, as if confirming something, with the spiritual fire in its eye sockets flickering.

"They probably want to fight again," it thought. If it could provoke a conflict between itself and the mechanical god...

It's no secret that the Deathbird is warlike.

It only hoped that the Deathbird's target wouldn't be itself, or the warp, but rather that it would fight a mechanical god.

"What are you waiting for?" The Mother of No Life glanced at the Deathbird. "Where's your usual warlike side?"

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The Deathbird's chilling gaze swept over, instantly sending shivers down one's spine.

"What I do is none of your business." He then looked at the mechanical god on the other side, spread his wings, and black spiritual fire ignited on them.

"Other targets are boring, how about you practice with me?"

The molten iron planet and the upward gaze reveal the ever-changing flow of molten iron on its surface, emanating an ominous rhythm.

"Can."

With a single, simple word, the molten iron planet vanished from its spot in an instant, creating a gravitational tide.

A piercing scream exploded in the Deathbird's heart, but it ignored it and raised its forked spear to thrust it forward heavily.

The next moment, accompanied by a shrill scream of gravitational distortion, a massive crimson celestial body appeared out of thin air, with a hyperspace channel extending along its inevitable path.

The molten iron planet hurtled straight toward Bi at faster-than-light speed; the difference in their sizes made Bi look like Don Quixote charging at a windmill.

"Is this guy deaf? Our enemy should be that lightbulb-headed guy, not those metal lumps!"

The Mother of No Birth gritted her teeth in anger. She couldn't understand the Deathbird's actions at all, but that didn't stop her from taking this opportunity to launch an attack on the Lord of Evolution.

"Help me block those metal lumps, I'm going to pry open that turtle shell."

After saying that, he rushed into the subspace.

Adhering to the principle of "opposing what the enemy agrees with and agreeing with what the enemy opposes," the remaining members of the mechanical god's side also joined the battle.

The Corpse Collector faces the Silent Lord, the Bell Ringer confronts the Assimilate, and the Steel Lord heads towards his old nemesis, the Unborn Mother.

"Hold Him off for me!" The Mother of No Life shouted to the Death Star Shipyard as her old adversary approached.

Now it seems the situation has become balanced, and everyone has found their opponent.

Seeing the menacing Mother of No Life, the Lord of Evolution sighed and was about to send out the little ones he had just selected to meet the enemy when the Death Star fleet, which should have been the enemy, made a surprising move.

Instead of obeying the Mother of No Life's orders to intercept the Lord of Steel, he dragged his massive body and elbowed the Mother of No Life hard.

The cold, zero-element alloy collided with the skeleton, instantly sending the Mother of No Life's elbow flying.

At that moment, the entire void seemed to tremble, just like the still trembling skeleton of the person involved.

"What are you doing?!"

The Mother of No Life glared at the Death Star family, even forgetting to snap her own broken head back into place beforehand.

In response to His anger, the Death Star Shipyard simply replied, "Do what I have to do."

"You..." He was about to question him when the Lord of Steel attacked, forcing him to swallow his words and deal with the Lord of Steel first.

The Death Star Shipyard watched this scene quietly, neither launching another attack nor targeting the Steel Lord.

He simply watched as the Mother of No Birth was suppressed by the Lord of Steel and unable to move.

"Whose side are you on?"

The Lord of Evolution looked at Him with suspicion, remaining vigilant.

"I'll stand by your side for now," He said calmly, "so don't worry that I'll attack you or that dimension."

Why?

"He helped me retrieve a piece of wreckage, but that's not important. I'm more optimistic about his future."

Countless wrecked spaceships, along with the indicator lights on the surface of the fallen Death Star, all lit up.

The ship's cannons charged, and billions of lights suddenly shone in the dark space, forcing back the Mother of No Life, which was once again rushing towards the subspace.

"Wusheng is already useless. Rather than supporting him, we should support the other side."

"I never expected it to turn out like this," the Lord of Evolution murmured in disbelief.

With the Death Star fleet defecting, the Death Phoenix and the Doomsday Pioneers locked in a fierce battle, and the other two allies facing their own enemies, no one can spare the resources to deal with the warp.

At this point, it seemed that its goal of stalling for time had been achieved.

Don't even think about it!

The mother of no birth had eyes filled with rage, and her once beautiful face shed its flesh and blood, turning into bare white bones.

"You just moved to this position just to stop me at the crucial moment?"

The Steel Lord's massive cannon array operated relentlessly, and the metallization continued to corrode the skeletal body.

He hadn't fully recovered, so when he faced the Lord of Steel who had previously killed him, he was naturally overwhelmed.

The Death Star Fleet did not respond to His question, only casting a cold glance at him.

"Damn it..." He glared fiercely at the Death Star Shipyard, which was watching from the sidelines, while dealing with the Steel Lord's attacks and thinking of a countermeasure.

Their nominal strongest being, the Death Bird, is definitely unreliable; once the Death Bird gets carried away, it can't think straight.

As for the Corpse Collector and Bellman the Bell Ringer, neither of them could spare a hand, as they were both held back by the Mechanical God.

The Death Star Fleet... let's not even mention it. They should have had a numerical advantage, but they were put at a disadvantage because of a traitor.

No, I shouldn't limit myself to my allies; perhaps I can make use of those metal lumps.

Thinking of this, the soul fire within the skull throbbed, and dark thoughts began to brew in his mind.

Hastily erasing the metallic corrosion of the Steel Lord, the Mother of No Life sent a secret message to Sleeve.

The Lord of Steel paused for a moment, but did not stop completely. He then unleashed another barrage of macro cannon fire, along with a wave of metallization and erosion. On the surface, he was still fiercely battling the Mother of No Life, but behind the scenes, the two had become acquainted.

"What do you mean? Trying to turn me against you?"

"No, I just want you to see the reality," said the Mother of No Life. "Don't you understand yet? Their successful ascension is definitely not a good thing for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Use your metal head and think it over," He sneered. "Once they complete their upgrade, the Death Star Shipyard can easily persuade them to join our side. He's already colluded with them."

The Lord of Steel asked疑惑地问道, "Then why did you say it out loud?"

"The same front is the same front, and I am myself. Using my own nature to cultivate allies? Don't even think about it!"

He could spout nonsense without batting an eye; his ability to slander was ingrained in his very bones. As for whether the Death Star Fleet had truly colluded with the Warp long ago, he didn't care. In any case, the Death Star Fleet was now in a predicament.

"So, what do you plan to choose? Will you continue to entangle yourself with me, or will you temporarily put aside your prejudices and work together to deal with...?"

""

The Lord of Steel fell silent, then launched an even fiercer offensive.

The sudden intensification of the attack stunned the Mother of No Life. Half of her body was shattered by the macro cannon, while the other half was subjected to intensified metallization and corrosion.

As expected, even if the Steel Lord didn't agree immediately, he shouldn't have been so decisive, but reality was quite the opposite.

Why?

"Hmph, don't try to fool me into helping you fight your enemies," the Steel Lord scoffed. "I know what you're thinking. You just want us to fight your enemies and take the opportunity to reclaim our true nature."

He didn't want to benefit the Mother of No Life, but he also didn't want to please the Death Star Shipyard. If the Realm of Death gained allies, they would be the ones who suffered.

So... he looked at the other side of the battlefield and quietly sent a message to his allies.

The Assimilar One and the Silent King, who were fighting the enemy, suddenly stopped, broke free from the enemy, and charged towards the subspace from the left and right.

The corpse collector and the bell ringer exchanged a glance, but instead of giving chase, they joined their ranks.