From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 394 Aktosh's Help

"I think I'm most likely going to fail here."

Surrounded by wolves and suffering from acclimatization issues, the corpse collector felt he couldn't handle the situation alone.

He looked back at the Unborn Mother, who was being held back and unable to move forward, then glanced at the Death Star Shipyard beside him, which should have been his companions. He took a deep breath and asked, "Can we reconcile?"

"Are you kidding me?" Mo Di raised an eyebrow, drew his spear, and locked onto the aura in the sleeve.

A righteous brawl was about to erupt. The four gods, who had just completed their upgrade, bared their fangs, eager to tear a piece of flesh from their sleeves.

As long as they can take this opportunity to kill as many enemies as possible and obtain nourishment from them, they can pass through the rebirth stage as quickly as possible and shorten the gap with these veteran demon gods.

The bell ringers have become the first victims, and they hope that the group-buying users will be the second.

The sword energy surged, slicing off chunks of flesh from the corpse. These pieced-together remains, barely separated from the main body, opened their pale eyes and began to writhe, howling in agony.

The corrupting celestial beings exhaled a breath, and the immense power of the triple cycle descended upon these living corpses, helping them enter a state of death.

Bacteria multiplied and decomposed the corpse. In just a few seconds, the entire process of decay and turning into mud was completed, and there was not a single corpse left on the field.

While enduring the excruciating torture, the corpse-assembler plucked the strings of gravity, locking onto the world outside the subspace with his thoughts and using his authority to connect his location to it.

The boundaries of dimensions became blurred at this moment, and the two spaces merged ambiguously into one.

He was just one step away from escaping this hellish place.

Just take one step, just one more step...

"This place is full."

A strange, eerie laugh came from the other end. The expressions on the numerous faces of the Corpse Collector froze at the same time. They scanned their surroundings and then realized that the Altered Heaven was right in front of them, in that very space.

But how could that be? He had been watching that place the whole time, and he had been keeping an eye on the movements of the Four Gods. It was impossible for the Heavenly Usurper to have carried out the teleportation without his knowledge.

Unless… He suddenly looked at Bliss, who hadn't made a move yet, and realized: "You've toyed with my senses."

"How can you call it playing around?" Paradise covered her mouth and chuckled. "I haven't done that kind of thing for a long time. At most, I was just deceiving you for a bit."

"Are you really an innocent little girl?" Mordy interjected.

At the opportune moment, the eccentric ruler added, "Don't make your bird brother laugh."

"Tsk, you two bastards." Glace glared at the two of them and said irritably, "Why aren't you doing anything yet? The person is about to escape."

"Coo coo, He can't escape."

With a flap of its wings, the power of change silently seeped in, altering the destination before the corpse-piecers could react.

"Um?"

In a flash, the coordinates of the destination the corpse-assembler had just established were changed, and a strange blue bird appeared in that space.

...I refuse to believe you can outrun me; you'll slip up sooner or later.

While enduring the harassment of sword energy and spiral beams of light, greasy sweat mixed with corpse fluid flowed from his body, forcing him to divide his thoughts into two parts.

One part is used to counteract the perceptual deception of Bliss, and the other part is used to lock and connect spatial coordinates.

"Faster, faster..."

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Different spaces and different dimensions were connected to the subspace, but after each connection, He didn't even take a step before blue, electrified clouds rose up on the opposite side.

Immediately afterwards, a strange blue bird emerged from it, screeching mocking Him.

"How could you be so fast?"

He stopped, sweating profusely. He had already created hundreds of connecting passages around him, and at the end of each passage was a blue, strange bird whose appearance was constantly changing.

The Corpse Collector had realized that these four were different from His allies; their interests were tightly bound together, at least for now, making them much more united than He and His allies.

That's why their teamwork was so seamless, leaving Him with almost no chance to turn the tide.

His only hope now rests on his unreliable allies.

The premise is that the faction can end its struggle with the other faction before it is defeated.

"You metal head, take a good look at the situation! Do you still want to fight me?!"

After another round of cannon fire, the Mother of No Life looked at the traces of metallization and corrosion on herself, her anger fully revealed.

He could no longer tolerate the rapidly changing situation, especially when he sensed the complete dissipation of the Lost Essence and the ascension of those four hateful fellows; his inner rage briefly broke free of its restraints.

He longed to fight the Lord of Steel to the death, but the cold rationality that occupied his mind stopped the thought, making Xiu feel as if his left and right brains were elbowing each other.

Ultimately, His reason prevailed over His anger, prompting Him to issue a request for reconciliation to the Lord of Steel.

"Once those four take down the fat guy, their next target will be us. The lightbulb-headed guy and the scavenger are on their side, and they have the home-field advantage. Do you think you can beat them?"

To show her sincerity, the Mother of No Life was the first to abandon her attack, keeping a safe distance from the Lord of Steel, and making no other unusual moves.

The Steel Lord also stopped his attack, silently assessed the situation, and after a series of data streams flashed by, he made a decision.

"Application approved. I have agreed to your cooperation request."

The massive cannon array lowered silently, no longer aimed at the Mother of No Life, but at the Four Gods in the distance.

The two demons, who were entangled with the Death Star ship owners and the Lord of Evolution, also noticed the change in the situation. After forcibly breaking free from their opponents, they stood beside the Lord of Steel.

boom!

The cannons fired in unison, the projectiles accelerating to an incredible degree, capable of tearing apart even the Zero Element armor of the Death Star fleet on a physical level.

Now, their target is the four newly born demon gods... and the unfortunate soul surrounded by them.

"not good!"

The corpse-piecer stared wide-eyed, but before he could react, his body, already shattered into a human stump, was covered by the barrage of bullets from the gigabit cannon and annihilated along with the artillery fire.

It's hard to say that the Steel Lord's probing was entirely without ulterior motives.

Seeing this, the Mother of No Birth looked very displeased.

After all, He had been shattered into pieces in the same way and forced into a deep sleep, so He would be more or less afraid of this scene.

Moreover, He was also somewhat worried... worried that the Lord of Steel might turn his back on him and, after taking down the Corpse Collector, join forces with the two mechanical gods beside him to send Sleeve away as well.

If that's the case, He would have to go with the Bell Ringer and the Corpse Collector to resurrect Him.

"Why are you looking at me?" The Lord of Steel glanced at Him. "Hurry up and call your leader."

"The Deathbird isn't our boss, and we don't have any real power!"

"Tch." The Silent King, with a stern face, uttered a disdainful sound, which infuriated the Mother of No Life.

But circumstances forced him to act against them, and he couldn't refute it, especially since there were three mechanical gods on the field, while there was only one.

The four gods have already joined forces with their allies, leaving Him no room for further hesitation.

"...Thank you both for your help just now."

Modi was internally elected to serve as the spokesperson for the subspace.

He was also helpless, feeling like he had been chosen by someone else, but there was nothing he could do. He was the one who had summoned the Lord of Evolution, and the Death Star Shipyard was also related to him, so it was most appropriate for him to speak.

"Don't mention it, an agreement is an agreement."

The Lord of Evolution radiated a soft light, indicating that it was in a good mood.

"However, this war is not over yet, so my agreement still stands."

"I know that." Modi nodded and looked at the massive, wrecked spaceship on the other side... or rather, a collection of wrecked ships.

To be honest, he didn't quite understand why the Death Star Shipyard would help him instead of helping the Death God, who was on his side.

Was it really because they thought highly of him and that he returned the piece of armor wreckage that they chose to help him?

Well, it's possible that the Death Star Fleet might lend a hand because of this, but it's also unlikely that he would.

Thinking further, Modi felt his head was about to become pointy, so he decided to just ask the person involved directly.

"While I am very grateful for your help, I still want to know why you chose to lend a hand?"

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The Death Star crew turned their visual sensors toward him, and a flash of blue data appeared.

"You want to know why? Okay, it's not that I can't tell you... If I help you this time, you'll help me in the future, right?"

"right."

Mordy glanced at the three gods, and seeing their questioning looks, "Should we help too?", he continued, "A promise is a promise, and I will always remember it."

"That's the first reason: it's better to offer help in times of need than to add to someone's already good fortune. As for the second reason..."

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He suddenly paused, deflecting the projectiles and beams of light coming from the opposite direction, and said, "Do you think that piece of debris was accidentally dropped by me?"

"Although my emotions think this way, my reason expresses the opposite opinion."

Modi threw out the End of the Unchanging Spear, a crimson spiral piercing through the structure of reality, nearly pinning the Mother of No Life to the ground.

The latter was terrified; half of his body was torn apart by the spiral beam of light, making him look quite disheveled.

"You guessed right, I did leave that piece of debris there on purpose."

The Death Star Fleet directly admitted it, and then another message broke: "In addition, I was advised by someone and considered it for a long time before choosing to do this."

"Oh, I understand," Mordy nodded slightly. "You saw me return to that star system, so you deliberately left the wreckage there during your battle with the Silent King."

"But who is secretly helping me?"

Considering that the person could see that scene, and might even see their successful ascension in the future, he surmised that the person must have profound knowledge in the field of time.

"A demon god related to time, and he's connected to me... Could it be that dragon god who disappeared many years ago, the one who supposedly controls time and space?"

This was the only option he could think of, and it was only because Elena and Su Youli were related to—or had been related to the Dragon God.

"It seems you've already figured out the answer." The Death Star ship's tone held a hint of teasing. "I never imagined you had this kind of relationship before your ascension."

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I never imagined that one day I would be able to use connections.

Modi looked puzzled and uttered this remark.

Speaking of Elena, she recently sent word that the Cinnamon Empire had sent a delegation to her, saying they wanted to establish diplomatic relations with their theocracy.

If that were all, it would be fine. Modi was busy with his promotion and didn't have time to deal with this matter for the time being, so he entrusted her to handle it.

To his surprise, even more explosive news soon came from Elena's side.

The delegation included a secret envoy of the Imperial Chancellor. This envoy approached Elena, claiming that she was a true descendant of the Dragonborn and possessed the bloodline of the Dragon Emperor. The Chancellor hoped that she could go to China, seize power, and become the second Dragon Emperor.

He was shocked when he heard the news; it turned out that the Dragon Emperor really was a face of the Dragon God Aktosh.

However, at that time he was tracking the Violent Demon and was almost on the verge of being promoted, so he did not handle the matter himself. Instead, he asked Su Youli to run the errand for him and also to protect Elena.

And now... he suddenly looked back and, looking at the timeline from afar, realized that he had been watching them in the dark all along, and watching the events unfold.

"Since it's already proven... so when did that dragon god approach you?"

For the time being, they were unable to deal with the hostile demons who were banding together, so Modi had no choice but to attack while communicating with the Death Star Shipyard.

"I don't know." The Death Star Shipyard was hit by a volley of macro cannon fire, and its shattered body was quickly repaired by nanoparticles.

"It could be the distant past, or it could be the near future... It's a realm that governs time, and time isn't linear for us, so discussing this is pointless."

"Then didn't they see the result of our successful ascension?" Modi pointed his sword at the Silent King, his blue and white sword energy relentlessly pursuing him.

"At that time, we couldn't see it, and neither could we see it, just as we couldn't see each other."

The Death Star ship's tomb paused, glanced at Mordy in the past timeline, and confirmed that his weak past had been completely overwritten by the present.

However, if we turn back time, he would lose this observation.

"The reason for this result is most likely related to that dragon god. Hmm, my memory of this part is very vague. I only remember that this phenomenon occurred after that person disappeared."

"Perhaps the timeline has been blurred," Modi guessed, casually swinging his spear and pinning one of the Assimilate's tentacles to the ground.

The octopus-shaped assimilation's eyes flickered, and judging that the tentacle had been completely killed, it made it detach on its own, taking the opportunity to escape the encirclement of the Yuan Tu Abi sword light.

"Have those two not arrived yet?" He asked the Lord of Steel, his detached whiskers instantly growing back.

"No news yet," the Lord of Steel said helplessly. "I suspect they've gotten into a fight again, otherwise it wouldn't have taken so long."

"Why don't we just break the blockade with brute force?" the Silent King suggested.

After elbowing each other for so long, he was in a bad mood and had bruises all over his body.

"No, they won't give us that chance... unless someone makes a sacrifice and stops them single-handedly, but I don't think any of you will do that, will you?"

Despite saying that, the Steel Lord's gaze quietly drifted toward the Mother of No Life, who had been beaten the hardest and was the most seriously injured.

The other two mechanical gods also showed the same look in their eyes, everything was understood without words.

With a shudder, the Mother of No Life sensed their malevolent gazes. Just as she was about to say something, the entire subspace suddenly shook violently.

Two enormous creatures are about to enter.