From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 404 Lord of Evolution, Save Me!

Tentacles made of liquid iron danced and swung wildly, intertwining to form an impenetrable canopy.

Modi was directly beneath this canopy, below which lay a churning ocean of liquid iron, surrounded by fiery red tentacles. He appeared to be cornered with no way to escape.

Once the tentacled canopy descends, he will be forced into the ocean of liquid iron on the surface of the molten iron planet, personally experiencing the terrifying body temperature of the apocalyptic pioneer.

Despite the critical situation, Modi's expression remained unchanged. He did not panic as the tentacled canopy fell, but instead remained calm and composed.

"It's much slower than at the beginning. Are you finally reaching your limit?"

Seemingly with no way out, he actually had everything under control. The seemingly impenetrable tentacled canopy was actually full of loopholes in his eyes.

With a few quick movements, he managed to avoid the falling tentacles each time, finding a way out of seemingly impossible situations.

He pointed his fingers together to form a sword, and the blue and white sword light flowed from his fingertips, shooting towards the place he pointed.

At first, the sword light was no bigger than a bean, appearing insignificant compared to the endless liquid iron tentacles.

But precisely because of its insignificance, the Molten Iron Planet failed to detect its existence immediately. It was only when the sword light landed on its tentacles that it realized it was too late.

The Yuan Tu Abi grew rapidly in the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye from a grain of light into a chasm-like sword mark that stretched across the base of the tentacles and extended into the distance.

With a single sword strike, dozens of tentacles were severed at the root.

The tentacles, severed from their roots, could no longer maintain their shape and instantly collapsed into a pool of liquid iron. They were then obliterated by the sword marks, losing their inner life and completely turning into ordinary iron, which was annihilated by the molten iron planet.

After thwarting another wave of enemy attacks, Modi launched a verbal offensive, mocking, "Iron Egg, you've gotten weaker."

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...That's enough to deal with you.

The Molten Iron Planet forced its bloodshot eyes open, its gaze fixed on him, ignoring the three gods who were trying to restrain it, and even going so far as to send more tentacles to besiege it.

The more eager He was to besiege Modi, the more obvious His weakness and exhaustion became.

The three gods responsible for restraining the enemy noticed this change; compared to when they first started, the power they were displaying had decreased significantly.

Bliss was overjoyed, seeing this as a sign that the enemy was about to collapse, and urged Modi to act quickly.

"He is even weaker now; this is the best time to act. What are you waiting for?"

"I need to confirm a few things, so don't try to tell me what to do."

Modi didn't tolerate him at all and retorted directly.

Just then, the ocean of liquid iron began to churn violently, and tentacles emerged one after another from below, intertwining with each other and piercing the sky like giant towers rising from the ground.

An unusual energy reaction converged at the top of the tower, so vast that the resulting phenomenon even eclipsed the molten iron ocean.

His pupils contracted sharply, and Bliss cried out that he had fallen into a trap, "No, He is feigning weakness to the enemy."

The words had barely left his mouth when his vision was filled with a blinding light.

A beam of light shot into the sky from the top of the spiral spire. Neither Mordi nor the three gods dared to face this long-planned attack, and could only retreat far away.

Fortunately, the attack seemed to have been too hasty and missed everyone.

The bad news is that it bombarded subspace directly.

"This is bad!" The Altered One's five eyes widened. "His target isn't us, but the warp itself!"

The beam of light continued to bombard the subspace barrier, and within a few seconds, it had already torn open a small hole, enough for a small demon god to escape.

On the other side of the battlefield, the demons noticed this place. Some of the mechanical gods began to stir, their minds becoming active, and they moved towards the crack while fighting.

"Is this really Xiu's purpose? To create an opening while we're scared off, allowing some of our companions to retreat," Zhifutian frowned.

"Is that really the case?"

Modi's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "You all go and seal the crack, don't let them get away, I'll deal with the source."

Without his prompting, the three gods rushed toward the point where the beam of light would fall.

He, on the contrary, as he plummeted toward the spiral spire, swung his sword toward its very foundation.

Yuan Tu Abi was compressed into a beam of sword light, neither blue nor white, but instead displaying a dazzling and dangerous blood-red color.

Even the fiery red walls of the spiral spire could not conceal its color, nor could they stop the sword light from advancing.

A crisp sword cry drowned out the air raid sirens blaring over the molten iron planet.

The moment the sword rang out, the Spiral Spire split in two from its base, losing all its extraordinary properties and becoming nothing more than a part of the Molten Iron Planet.

The pillar of light dissipated, and the three gods blocked the rift to prevent anyone from leaving. The plan for the Molten Iron Planet seemed to have failed, but Modi could not relax.

He believed that this was only part of the Iron Planet project, and that this ancient demon god, who had survived the Battle of Sunset, must have even deeper schemes.

This was undoubtedly a calculated scheme, yet he had no choice but to willingly step into it.

Now he is all alone, surrounded by a sea of ​​liquid iron, while the three gods are blocking the rift. If anything happens, they will most likely not be able to get back in time.

"What exactly are you up to?"

Modi held his sword horizontally in front of him, and drops of blood seeped from his body, but instead of dripping, they adhered to his skin, forming a special scaly structure.

The unfolding of the dragon scale armor gave him a sense of security.

The molten iron planet did not respond, silently rolling its eyes and looking at him with a mocking expression.

The eyeballs moved across the surface of the liquid iron sea, gradually approaching him. The blood flowing from the wound flowed into the scorching sea, and a high-temperature blood mist rose up.

"What are you waiting for?" Molten Iron Planet asked weakly. "Isn't this the opportunity you've been waiting for? I'm too weak now, and I can only be slaughtered by you."

Modi remained unmoved, only gripping the hilt of his sword tighter, his expression growing increasingly wary.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Sighed the Molten Iron Planet. "Then I'll do it."

Having said that, He no longer hid, removed His disguise of weakness, and revealed His true power.

At this moment, how could He be as weak as before? Even if He is not at his peak, His power is still considerable.

A terrifyingly powerful aura emanated from the giant eye, radiating in all directions. The air raid siren, which had been previously drowned out, sounded again, its voice sharp and impassioned.

The spiraling spear embedded in his eyeball vibrated violently, attempting to regain its strength and suppress the opposing force once again.

This time, however, the Molten Iron Planet neither held back nor held back. While diverting some attention to suppress the spear, it still had enough power to deal with Modi.

Amidst the blaring air raid sirens, the surface cracked open, like a gaping maw, revealing the mantle beneath a sea of ​​liquid iron.

It was a structure unlike any other mechanical god; beneath a sea of ​​liquid iron, blood vessels crisscrossed, and everywhere there was endlessly proliferating flesh and blood, as well as flowing blood.

Liquid iron is merely a superficial appearance; the desecrated flesh and blood are the true essence of the sleeve.

"People often refer to me by my image, calling me the Planet of Molten Iron," but only a few understand the true origin of my esteemed name.

Sleeve grinned, revealing a single, bleeding eye and a gaping maw that covered half the planet's surface, making him look terrifying no matter how you looked at him.

"I am the forerunner of the apocalypse, both the messenger of the end times and the embodiment of the end times; I am both the planet of molten iron and the star of hell."

A tongue, longer and thicker than any of the tentacles on his sleeve, emerged from the bloody mouth. Compared to it, Modi looked smaller than an ant.

"You are neither a demon of the metal path nor a mechanical god. You are just a mercenary participating in the war, just like us."

Modi stared at the exposed flesh and blood, his face showing fear, but he did not lose his composure due to panic.

Rather, he had nothing to panic about; he had foreseen this situation long ago.

"Your three companions can't possibly get back in time, and you're bound by my gravitational field. Do you think you have any chance of survival?"

The bloody tongue lashed out like a whip, sealing off all possible paths to survival and creating a situation where certain death was inevitable.

Even with all his computing power, Modi could not find a way to solve this problem on his own. No matter which future he was in, he could not escape the fate of being dragged into the depths of the star core by the blood tongue.

"Give up your futile resistance and become one with me!"

"I can feel that I long to become one with you, just as you long to devour me."

"This will be a wonderful journey, I promise it will be."

The blood-red tongue coiled around his body, dragging him into the abyss of flesh and blood.

The distance was rapidly closing, and seeing himself about to be swallowed by flesh and blood, Modi finally took action.

If the Molten Iron Planet has a backup plan, he will naturally have one too.

"Lord of Evolution, save me!"

"I am here."

In the blink of an eye, a series of light spots emanated from his body, sprinkling onto every inch of flesh and blood deep within the star core.

The infection began.

The Lord of Evolution had been hiding within him, preparing long ago for the nemesis of the Molten Iron Planet.

As a special artificial entity equivalent to a demon god, it holds the power of evolution and, given enough time, can even evolve into a creature that can counteract a specific demon god.

Although its molten iron nemesis is not yet perfect, it can still cause some damage to molten iron planets.

"I call it the Star Plague," the Lord of Evolution said calmly. "Any celestial body, regardless of its composition, can be infected by it."

The Star Plague spread rampantly. In a short time, a large amount of flesh and blood deep within the star core were transformed into starlight, which in turn carried the Star Plague virus and spread further to other places.

"Lord of Evolution? What have you done?"

What was originally a sure-fire victory turned into a downward spiral simply because the Lord of Evolution intervened, and he himself paid a heavy price.

Even Modi, who should have been bound by the blood tongue, took the opportunity to escape. How could the Molten Iron Planet not be furious?

"You let my prey escape!"

Liquid iron poured from the planet's surface into the Earth's core, and the scorching torrent of iron mercilessly washed everything away, from the planet's flesh and blood to the starlight plague.

"A futile effort." The Lord of Evolution sneered, as more points of light split off from his body and merged into the Star Plague. "I told you long ago, they can infect everything on a planet."

"Everything here includes the liquid super-metal that makes up your outer shell!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the starlight symbolizing the plague broke through the torrent of blazing iron, covering its surface and infecting it along the river.

More starlight flows downstream, using the torrent to spread itself to farther places.

The flesh-and-blood star core was severely damaged, and the molten iron planet began to tremble violently.

He is gathering his strength to eradicate the plague infecting the star core, after all, this is His lifeline, and He would never have exposed Him if it weren't for the need to merge with the Killing Heaven.

But now, Xiu has been tricked by Slaughter Heaven and the Lord of Evolution. Not only has the duck that was about to be caught flown away, but the star core has also been damaged.

"Speaking of Slaughtering Heaven... wait, where did Slaughtering Heaven go?"

Only then did I realize that Modi had disappeared for some time.

I wasted too much time on the Evolutionary Lord and the Star Plague, which caused me to not notice Mordy's disappearance for a while.

On the planet's surface, the giant eye suddenly opened, but before it could search for Modi's whereabouts, it felt as if a foreign object had been inserted into its eyeball, and a piercing, bone-crushing pain swept through its brain.

"Hmm? Sorry, there was an error during the debugging just now, and I accidentally inserted the gun too deep."

Modi stood on His eyeballs, smiled apologetically, then gripped the gun handle tightly with both hands and twisted it sharply.

The spear's spiraling, twisting tip rotated, tearing away more flesh and blood, causing the molten iron planet to feel even more intense pain.

He had to block certain nerves to shield himself from the effects of pain.

Ignoring Xiu's feelings, Modic pulled the Unchanging End Spear from her eyeball with a forceful pull, along with a large clump of flesh stuck to it.

"Your eyeballs have quite a bit of flesh in them," Modi exclaimed in surprise. "I really want to see what kind of structure they have, but unfortunately, there's no time..."

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A shadow fell from the sky, and a tentacle descended from above, slamming heavily towards Mordy.

Bang!

The tentacles slammed into the closed giant eye, but failed to hit Modi as intended.

He had already withdrawn from that area, carrying a blood-stained spear in his hand, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"The strategies for offense and defense are different."

With the Star Plague and the Lord of Evolution within its borders, and him and the Unchanging Gun of Ending from the outside, the Molten Iron Planet is beset by internal and external troubles and cannot hold out for long.

All you need to do is give him a little push.

Modi raised the spear that would end the unchanging, and the already blood-stained spiral tip of the spear suddenly emitted a scarlet glow, which reflected the fiery red sea below and also dyed the sky with an ominous red.

Terminal spiral!

This time, what fell from the sky was not liquid iron tentacles, but a scarlet spiral beam of light.

Even if the molten iron planet tightly closed its giant eye, or even hid it beneath an ocean of liquid iron, it could not escape the judgment spear that fell from the sky.

The spear of endurance cleaved the sea, annihilating all matter in its path, until it was embedded in that giant eye, causing immense damage to the molten iron planet.

The giant eye suffered a new wound, triggering a powerful earthquake. At this moment, the Lord of Evolution underground commanded the Star Plague to launch a fierce attack on its hosts.

Waves of starlight surged one after another, relentlessly assaulting the crumbling core defenses and consuming the core's mass.

"I'm going to lose."

Suddenly, the Iron Planet had this idea, and then made a difficult decision.

The next moment, the temperature inside the star's core rose sharply, and the external liquid iron ocean also became extremely turbulent.