From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 403 Is your gun disposable?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the story, just as the flames of war were beginning outside the wall of death, a similar scene was unfolding on the other side.

The molten iron planet had just crashed through the hyperspace channel, and the fiery iron eyes had barely opened when a crimson, blood-red spiral beam of light shot towards it.

The blinding red covered the entire field of vision, and the tangled murderous intent and even the fleeting thought of killing caused my mind to go blank for a moment.

In that brief instant, Xiu and the mechanical god following behind him were all engulfed by the blood-red light.

"Enemy attack warning - Damage assessment in progress... Outer armor plate damaged 0.01%, repairs complete."

"All bark and no bite; is he just polishing our armor plates?"

"No," the molten iron planet suddenly turned around and looked back at the hyperspace route they had come from, "our way has been cut off."

The enemy's target was not them at all, and that beam of light was not just for show; it had been aimed at the hyperspace route from the very beginning.

"We've fallen into a trap. The enemy knew we were coming here all along. This is probably a snare."

As soon as he uttered those words, the surrounding space underwent a dramatic change.

The starlight was distorted, and various colors mixed together to form a colorful vortex.

The entire starry sky resembled some kind of abstract painting, with everything being pulled down by the vortex, unable to stop falling.

"A spatial trap, or rather, a trap built from a vast dimension—all units, prepare for an alien landing; we are about to enter the warp."

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The molten iron planet was the first to break into the warp. Even those with enormous mass could hardly resist the pull of the warp after their ascension, let alone other mechanical gods.

However, He had been here once before and knew what the situation was like, so He was prepared earlier than others.

"What terrifying potential! In such a short time, you've grown into such a behemoth... Just how much mass have you devoured during this time?"

Feeling the pressure that had suddenly appeared on its body, the Molten Iron Planet narrowed its single eye and unhesitatingly released all of its mass.

All the mass that belonged to him, hidden within the folded dimensions, was now fully released and superimposed on his body.

In an instant, the already enormous celestial body of Xiu expanded countless times, and every move it made was enough to stir up terrifying gravitational tides and tear apart the galaxy.

This also gives Xiu enough confidence to withstand pressure.

"Such powerful suppression...wait a minute."

The mechanical gods that fell behind all malfunctioned for a moment, their sensors overloaded by the immense gravity, and it took them a few moments to restart.

The molten iron planet glanced back, bringing them into its own domain, and the negative effects of its immense gravity instantly vanished.

"Next time you want to display the full quality, please let me know in advance."

The Assimilator shook its mechanical tentacles, attempting to assimilate the surrounding warp mist.

"No, that's not right. This dimension has become even stranger. I can't disrupt the stable state here at all, let alone assimilate the matter within it."

Like the molten iron planet, he was amazed by the enormous changes in the subspace and equally struggled to understand why it possessed such great potential.

"It's a good thing you were leading the team this time, otherwise, I don't know how badly I would have been suppressed."

"If you want to thank me, do it when you get back. Now is not the time to say that."

The molten iron planet gazed ahead, its eyes piercing through the mist to see things in the far distance.

The most striking feature is the four energy channels, each symbolized by a different color.

Red, blue, green, and purple—the four thrones that dominate this dimension hang high in the sky. Clearly, the growth of the warp has brought changes to them as well.

The four of them are no longer as weak as they were at birth. The feedback from their ascension in the subspace helped them overcome the initial stage and make them important demon gods.

But the Four Gods are not the only obstacle, and the Molten Iron Planet is well aware of this.

Beside them stood many ghostly figures shrouded in deathly aura; these were all his old acquaintances.

"It seems Apophis has been exposed, and we've been implicated in this trap."

He sighed softly, and a sharp sound like an air raid siren rang out around him.

"What should we do? Fight or retreat?" the assimilated person asked.

"Attack." The Molten Iron Planet's words were concise and to the point.

"Wouldn't it be a bit irrational to do this...?"

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"We could try to break out and retreat, but that would result in heavy losses. At most, we could only send a portion of our men away, which wouldn't help the main battlefront."

As He spoke, He floated forward, his body crushing the fog that blocked His path, the weight of which caused the places He passed to tremble.

"But if we continue fighting, even if we still suffer heavy losses in the end, at least we may be able to eliminate this enemy force."

His speed increased rapidly. Even though a hyperspace channel could not be laid here and there was no channel to assist him, he still relied on the gravitational effect to increase his speed to the limit.

In a mere instant, his figure was stretched into a crimson line, achieving the most violent output through the most direct means.

"He's going to ram us!" shouted one of the demons of death. "Everyone, get back!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the rapidly moving, blazing star sensed something, made a sharp turn, and crashed straight into him.

"Croak!"

The speaking Death God erupted and scattered in all directions.

The Apocalypse Herald proved with the death of a demon god that even when suppressed by the field, there are still plenty of ways to kill them.

However, this collision also depleted its accumulated speed, causing it to revert to being a slowly drifting planet.

Of course, slow is only relative; in reality, he is still agile and swift, but at this level, he cannot escape the combined restraints of the four gods.

"Hey, Doomsday Herald, your days of speeding around are over," Mordy said, holding out his hand to Him. "Stop right there."

The subspace moved according to his will, and every inch of space turned into an invisible prison, trapping the molten iron planet within it.

Although every movement of the prisoner would crush the cage, the subspace would always be able to close the gap in time to prevent the prisoner from escaping.

"You four go and hold off the other enemies; we'll take care of this."

The final spiral forced back the assimilated ones who wanted to come forward to rescue them. Mordy turned back and gave some instructions to the God of Death, only to find that the assimilated ones had already retreated to the other side and were engaged in a fierce battle with an enemy of similar numbers.

After witnessing the miserable state of the unfortunate soul ahead, these guys all gave up the idea of ​​fighting against the Molten Iron Planet and decided to let the truly capable people take the field.

As for who the capable ones are, they are clearly the Four Gods, who possess the power of the warp.

"...Well, I didn't expect things to turn out this way. Uh, I guess I'm just being pragmatic." Modi was a little embarrassed and turned his attention back to the Molten Iron Planet.

This behemoth did not stop struggling; on the contrary, its resistance was increasing every moment.

The cage was crushed again and again, and although it could be restored to its original state in an instant after each destruction, it still surprised the Four Gods.

"The rate of destruction is accelerating. If this continues, the subspace's self-healing speed will eventually be unable to keep up," Zhifutian said solemnly.

As the pillar of life, the self-healing of the subspace is naturally driven by Him, but He is currently feeling increasing pressure, a fact that He cannot change even when He is on His own.

"Now that things have come to this, all we can do is stall Him as much as possible."

Perhaps it was a case of like attracts like, but among the demons present, the Molten Iron Planet was the most sought-after and coveted object in the subspace.

Not for any other reason, but because he smells very nice.

To some extent, the molten iron planet is also a massive world. If it could be swallowed up, the subspace might be able to enter the next stage of evolution ahead of schedule.

It instinctively wanted to preserve the molten iron planet, and therefore consistently exerted maximum pressure on it.

"A futile effort."

Amidst the piercing air raid siren, this sentence was suddenly inserted, and then the molten iron planet opened its eyes.

The vast ocean of liquid iron on the planet's surface stirred up towering waves, which grew longer and higher, and eventually formed tentacled structures.

In a short while, the molten iron planet was covered in tentacles.

The tentacles touched the spatial cage and pressed tightly against the invisible barrier. Then, all the tentacles exerted force at the same time, breaking the cage from the inside out.

"The cage can't hold on any longer," Modi withdrew the part of his consciousness that was maintaining the cage, and instead raised his hand to summon his spear. "Abandon illusions and prepare for battle."

Just as the molten iron planet broke free of its cage, a beam of red light fell almost simultaneously, its target being the giant eye in the center of the liquid iron ocean.

The liquid iron tentacles suddenly closed, attempting to block the beam of light midway, but the backlash from breaking through the cage made them a step too slow.

Before the tentacles could fully close, the beam of light successfully crashed onto the surface of the liquid iron ocean, precisely hitting the giant eye that had not yet closed.

The next moment, a painful howl resounded throughout the entire subspace. Even the demon gods who had not personally experienced all of this could not help but feel a chill in their hearts, and could sense the other party's pain from the howl.

"He's injured?" The Assimil felt a pang of anxiety and quickly looked towards the other side of the battlefield.

In the center of the four figures, a planet made of liquid iron was hanging limply with tentacles. The ends of the tentacles twitched occasionally, and the liquid iron on the surface turned blood red.

The most eye-catching feature is the giant eye in the center of the liquid iron ocean.

That enormous eye, which should have inspired terror, was now painfully half-closed. The culprit that caused all this suffering was still stuck in the pupil, deeply embedded in the flesh.

The giant eye was shedding tears of blood, a liquid hotter than the molten iron on its body, hot enough to melt most substances in the world, but it had no effect on the spiral spear stuck in its eyeball.

"What kind of weapon is this? It can actually cause real damage to Him."

The Assimilar felt a heavy weight in his heart. He wanted to help the Molten Iron Planet out of its predicament, but the suppression of the subspace and the entanglement of the Death God made him feel powerless.

"If the battlefield were different, and if we hadn't fallen into this trap, everything would have been different..."

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"Your gun... has the aura of the God of Light."

The person whose eyeballs had been pierced struggled to open their eyes, and even with blood and tears flowing from the wounds, the pain and anger in their eyes could not be concealed.

The tentacles curled up the spear handle, trying to pull the spiral spear out of the eyeball, but no matter how hard it tried, the spear showed no sign of shaking, which only intensified Xiu's pain.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the gun did indeed awaken his past memories.

At that time, He was just an ordinary demon god who was drawn into the Battle of Sunset and happened to exchange a glance with the God of Light, who was at the height of his power.

After that one glance, He went blind, and was blinded by a spear.

"What is your relationship with the God of Light?" Xiu asked, her eyes bleeding, her gaze fixed on a red figure.

"I didn't expect the End of the Unchanging Spear to be so effective." Modi ignored His question, surprised by the unexpected effect of the End of the Unchanging Spear.

"Then what are we waiting for? Quickly grab your gun and poke a thousand holes in it!" the tamperer shouted from the side.

"But my gun isn't in my hand." He shrugged helplessly.

"Then call him back!"

"We can't call him back; he's stuck in our eyeballs."

The man who had tampered with the sky almost laughed out of anger. He pointed at him and asked, "Is your gun disposable? Why haven't I seen you pick up the gun yourself before?"

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"The past is the past, the present is the present." Just as Modi opened his mouth, a huge tentacle came crashing down on his head. He quickly dodged to the side and slashed the tentacle twice in the process.

"The power of the Unchanging Spear has reacted with some kind of power within me, so it's stuck there and I have to pull it out myself."

"You really are—" Just as the mutated heaven was about to burst out cursing, it saw another tentacle wrapping around it, so it had to swallow the words it was about to say and quickly dodge away.

The tentacles danced wildly, each one carrying immense power, causing the subspace to tremble even when striking the void.

Even the most robust and powerful being, the Corrupted Heaven, dared not confront its power and could only dodge in a sorry state, preventing these tentacles from hitting it.

"Then you'd better think of a way to shoot His eyeballs again!" Blissful Heaven, with disheveled hair and resembling a shrew, shouted incessantly.

"The only way... is for you all to make a small sacrifice and create an opportunity for me to step forward."

Modi smiled nonchalantly. He knew the three gods wouldn't sacrifice themselves easily, so he added, "Didn't you notice? After I pierced His eye with my spear, His power wasn't as strong as before, and He was even gradually weakening... In short, your chance has come."

Ok?

Upon hearing this, the tampering heaven carefully sensed and compared the information for a while, and found that it seemed to be true, as he said, that the power of the molten iron planet was gradually weakening.

Although it was slow, it gave them a glimmer of hope.

The three gods looked at each other, made a decision, and switched from defense to offense.

"That's more like it." A smile played on Mo Di's lips, but his gaze toward the molten iron planet remained wary, constantly shifting between the tentacles and the ocean of liquid iron, waiting for the right moment to strike.

At the same time, some suspicions arose in his mind.

It is true that the Molten Iron Planet is weakened, and the Unchanging Spear of Ending is continuing to exert its power, but the question is, is it really as weak as it appears at this moment?

Modi was skeptical, so he never dared to step forward rashly, but instead probed the enemy's strengths and weaknesses little by little.

As the distance between the two sides gradually closed, the power of the molten iron planet also weakened little by little.

Everything seemed so natural.