From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 400 Winking at a Blind Man

When Mordecai returned to the capital after traveling south, it was a day after he had spoken with Helusi.

The demons and monsters following behind him had grown considerably, most of them being the regional military governors who harbored ulterior motives, along with their relatives and subordinates.

Eliminate one group and promote another. The subordinates of those military governors were not always loyal; many of them were talented individuals willing to share the burdens of the court.

"A total of 248 vassal states in the north and west have all submitted to the court again. I have eliminated the officials of 108 of them and selected another group of people to fill the vacancies."

In the palace, Elena listened quietly to Mordi's report, feeling a subtle mix of emotions.

In the Blood God Cult, Modi is the leader, and she is his chief affairs officer; but in Zhen Dan, their roles are reversed, giving her a subtle feeling.

Of course, there was also the factor that Modi was unwilling to ascend the throne. In his words, he "owed Aktosh a favor" and was embarrassed to do such a thing.

"The situation in the court has also stabilized, and those civil and military officials have become much more obedient, all thanks to your initial deterrence."

Footsteps sounded behind her, and without turning her head, Elena added, "Youli has also helped me a lot, killing many opportunists and those with malicious intentions."

Su Youli, carrying the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword, walked leisurely towards the two. There were still traces of crimson blood on the blade, and her expression remained as cold as ice.

She had just finished the cleanup work and was about to discuss the next phase of arrangements with Elena when she spotted Modi returning from the border in the distance, so she quickened her pace.

The Ice Soul Cold Light Sword vanished as stardust. She strode towards Modi, ignoring Elena's speechless gaze, and gently wrapped her arms around Modi's neck from behind.

A chill ran down his spine, and Modi shuddered. He glanced back and continued, "That's good. For the next while, Elena, you can focus on digesting the Dragon Emperor's legacy. If anything happens, you can call upon all the power of the Blood God Cult, as well as my subspace demon army."

Elena and Su Youli looked up at the same time, their gazes fixed on him, as if they had caught his underlying meaning.

"Is there any new development at the Abyss of Death?" Su Youli asked. "But it's only been a few days."

"There's a slight difference in the flow of time on both sides." He shrugged. "Mainly because the Deathbird keeps calling me. I have a pact with Him, and I can't break it."

"That won't do," Su Youli shook her head, "What will we eat if you leave?"

"Yes, what should we eat?" Elena chimed in.

"Stop joking around, we've done a lot these past few days..." Modi said helplessly, "I have one more thing to give you."

He clapped his hands, and the two of them immediately felt a connection between them.

Their vision refreshed, and they saw a mist inexplicably rising within the palace, from which many figures appeared, indistinct and eerie.

"I am also transferring command of hope and Yi to you. With them in charge, no one in Itnity should be able to threaten you now."

After saying that, Modi added half-jokingly, "Of course, if you really encounter unexpected danger, you can press this big red button to make them self-destruct in exchange for a chance to survive."

A round, red button appeared in his hand, which he then tossed to Elena.

Looking at the button in her hand, Elena felt a sense of crisis for no reason, as if pressing it would turn the entire world into a ghost town.

"This is not an illusion," Modi said seriously. "Once detonated, their very existence will be torn apart and sink into the dragon vein beneath the capital, infecting the entire Eastern Land along the dragon vein's course."

"Otherwise, why do you think I've been so busy with this these past few days?"

The entire ghost army was not merely the remains of the dead, but a demonic creation capable of overthrowing the entire empire.

They, who have already died, continue to die again and again; apart from the demon god, no one can truly kill them.

Their current form also brings them strong cognitive pollution. As long as they become aware of their existence, they will inevitably begin to transform, unless they have the protection of Modi.

This is only part of their power; those hope and Yi, transformed from immortals, can even reclaim their power from their prime.

Facing them was like facing a general, a prime minister, and the regional military governors all at the same time. It's no exaggeration to say that almost no one in the entire country could defeat them.

"This thing is a bit too dangerous." Su Youli examined the large, red button, feeling an inexplicable urge to press it, but thankfully she was able to suppress it.

"The situation in Itniti is excellent right now. With me here, there shouldn't be any worries about a rebellion. Why give us this?"

Modi explained, "Under normal circumstances, this thing is indeed unnecessary, but... I'm worried that some people might not be able to handle it and come straight to my base to cause trouble."

Xi and Yi could not possibly fight against the demon god, but with their invincible nature, they could at least buy them a second or two, enough to hold out until Modi returned.

As long as he gets back, everything will be alright!

"I understand." Elena nodded and accepted the large red button.

From the moment she received that button, she felt an almost tangible pressure pressing down on her shoulders without mercy.

Even after serving as the chief affairs officer of the Blood God Cult for so many years, she had never experienced such pressure, because she knew that there was always Mo Di above her, supporting her.

However, during this battle of the Abyss of Death, Mordi had no time to pay attention to Itniti; every bit of his computing power and every ounce of his strength had to be devoted to the war.

Therefore, the pressure naturally fell on her shoulders; not only the Blood God Cult, but even the Zhen Dan Empire was counting on her.

If something goes wrong and she has to press the big red button, the entire East will die because of her.

Worse still, the pollution could spread along the ley lines to the entire continent, destroying the Blood God Cult's core territory as well.

All of this was solely for the purpose of ensuring her and Su Youli's survival; it was something Mo Di had planned long ago.

"I will never let your legacy be destroyed," Elena said earnestly.

"I believe in you, as always."

Modi patted Su Youli's hand that was wrapped around his neck, and the latter reluctantly let go of his arm and got off his back.

"What I can confirm at this point is that Aktosh can be trusted. Although I don't remember having any dealings with Him, without His help, I'm afraid I probably wouldn't be..."

Halfway through his sentence, Modi shook his head and stopped talking. Instead, he instructed the two of them: "No matter what, the throne he left behind is probably not that simple. You can both be connected to the Dragonborn. If possible, you should dig deeper into this legacy."

Elena is a true dragonborn, a descendant of Aktosh, while Su Youli was once a dragonborn and had a close relationship with that dragon god. Who knows if she can be considered a dragonborn?

If possible, Modi hoped that the two of them could use this relationship to fleece Aktoshna, whose whereabouts had long been unknown.

"You trust that dragon god that much?" Elena asked.

Modi was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Indeed, it's strange. I've never met Him, yet I instinctively choose to trust Him... Could it be that we've actually met?"

He subconsciously flipped through the timeline, trying to find the cause upstream.

But after only a few moments, he returned empty-handed.

"After He disappeared, most of His traces seemed to have been erased, and I couldn't find the reason."

Su Youli asked, "Even the Demon God can't do that?"

"If I were the only demon god, I could cover the entire void with my own domain, and omniscience would not be difficult," he sighed softly. "But the problem is, there are too many demon gods."

The clash between the powers and domains of the various demon gods resulted in everyone being weakened to some extent.

No one can know or see everything, and no one can decide the future based on their own will.

"Everyone is omniscient and omniscient, which means that no one is omniscient and omniscient. This is actually a good thing," Modi laughed. "At least it allows us to see that there is still a path above, and it also prevents the entire void from becoming a stagnant pool."

For him and the demon god who controls change, omniscience and omnivision are not a good thing. It means unchanging and is more unbearable than killing them.

He patted the two on the shoulder, said nothing more, turned and walked towards the palace gate, leaving them with a red silhouette.

In the blink of an eye, the red in my field of vision faded away.

Blood Sea has already turned its attention away from this world.

The sea of ​​blood roared and the waves surged. Although it was still enormous, its shape had subtly changed.

Following Modi's thoughts, the sea of ​​blood compressed and condensed into a river. Although it was still a vast sea for the creatures within, it was much thinner than it had been before.

The river of blood flowed forward, disappearing into the depths of the void.

At the same time, outside a world cluster overflowing with deathly aura, a river of blood appeared out of thin air, flowing mightily towards that world cluster, which was even darker than the void.

"This is the first time I've ever observed the Abyss of Death from the outside."

At the head of the Blood River, Modi stood atop a wave, surveying the noticeably darker area in the void.

Undoubtedly, that is the vast world cluster known as the Abyss of Death, which is also the domain of most of the Death Gods.

Besides the deep darkness, this area was also scattered with some silvery-white metallic luster, like a colony of bacteria, which was the result of the erosion of the metal realm.

Judging from the size of the eroded area, the degree of erosion is not high, which means that the mechanical gods did not gain a significant advantage.

They are about to be defeated, Mordy was so certain.

At the beginning of the war, the Deathbird and the Doomsday Herald made a pact.

To prevent the conflict from escalating to the level of the Battle of Sunset, both sides must cease hostilities once the battle reaches a certain point, regardless of the situation.

That was the most accurate and safe time they could observe. Once that time was missed, the battle would change in an unpredictable way, and it would most likely turn into a continuation of the Battle of Sunset.

The Deathbird and the Doomsday Herald knew all too well how brutal the Battle of Sunset was.

The former had a corner of its divine throne shattered in that battle and took a long time to recover, while the latter lost its life signal for many years and was once thought to have completely perished.

"There isn't a supreme demon god like the God of Light this time, so the war shouldn't escalate to that extent, right?"

Modi was also a little unsure, since this was only a conflict between the realms of death and metal, without involving demons from other realms, and the scale was not as large as the Battle of Sunset.

Logically speaking, the battle in the Abyss of Death shouldn't have escalated to that extent, so why did he always feel uneasy?

"A restless mind is never a good thing; I guess I need to be more careful."

Because of his agreement with the two demon gods, he had to venture deep into the battlefield of the Abyss of Death, risking his life. All he could do was be extra careful and be prepared to run away if things went wrong.

"quack"

Two bird calls suddenly came from the void. Modi knew that the Death Bird was calling him, so he immediately ordered Blood River to accelerate and plunge into the Abyss of Death.

Amidst the crashing sound of blood waves, Mordi plunged into the Abyss of Death, arriving at the boundary between the Great Vortex and the material world.

His group of cronies had been waiting for a long time.

"Slaughtering Heaven, you've finally arrived," the Altering Heaven patted the seat next to him with his wing. "Come here, I saved a seat for you."

Modi didn't stand on ceremony and plopped down next to Him. The other empty seat was next to Zhifutian, a seat he didn't really want to sit in.

"What's going on now?" he asked, looking at the blue bird beside him.

"The final battle is about to begin. After this period, I guess both sides will have to give up."

The mutated sky spread its wings, its eyes opening and closing as if half of its brain was dormant.

"I don't think it's that simple," Mordy said pessimistically.

"So you were a pessimist after all," He pointed to the other side, where several gloomy-faced demons sat. "Perhaps you should sit at the same table with them."

"So I'm not the only one."

Modi looked in the direction the sleeve pointed, and met the eyes of each of the demon gods. They nodded to each other and then looked away.

Time passed second by second, and more and more demons arrived. Many of them, upon entering, did not immediately look for their own places, but instead curiously examined the four vendors from the subspace.

Although they did not participate in the war of ascension, they had all heard of the legendary deeds of these four.

Backed by an astonishingly large and bizarre dimension, he killed three Death Gods as soon as he advanced, and was later saved by the Death Star ship family and the Death Bird.

These deeds were unbelievable even to them, so they all wanted to meet these four.

"Tsk, why does it feel like we've become ornamental animals?"

Noticing someone staring at him from somewhere, Modi glared back without hesitation, scaring the gaze away.

"Well, I don't mind people looking at me like that," Gokurakuten chuckled, covering her mouth and unabashedly radiating her charm.

Unfortunately, the gods of death had long seen through the illusions of the mortal world; in their eyes, any beauty was nothing more than a beautiful skeleton.

Bliss's attempt was no different from casting a seductive glance at a blind man, and it unsurprisingly failed.

"Are all these guys blind?!" He gritted his teeth.

Zhi Futian took a sip of tea and said, "I think they are perfectly normal."

"You fat pig! If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."