From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 407 The Final Battle, the Chaotic Imperial City

How powerful would a demon god as strong as the Apocalypse Forerunner be in the instant of self-destruction?

The Doomsday Herald himself is well aware of this.

Most demons, once caught in the self-destruction zone, are destined to perish on the spot.

Including Himself.

Therefore, when He realized that His past self-destruction had been used by others, He instinctively felt despair.

"It's over, everything is over."

A violent torrent of energy swept in all directions, washing away and cleansing everything in its path, including the mechanical gods that had not been removed in time.

Faced with such immense energy, any rules or techniques are meaningless.

Nothing can remain stable in a torrent of energy.

The newly opened portal will be torn apart instantly, and the constructed hyperspace channel will be annihilated.

No barrier can last forever; once the shield breaks, it is the mechanical gods who will suffer.

One massive machine after another was burned, followed by their minds.

In the first second after the explosion, all the mechanical gods present perished, including their instigator, the Doomsday Precursor; no one could escape this apocalyptic judgment.

Even the Death Gods who were slightly closer to the explosion site were affected to varying degrees. Only now did they understand why Modi had asked them to keep their distance.

They are just a hair's breadth away from playing in the revival match.

"What kind of killing move is this?" A series of data streams flashed in the electronic eyes of the Death Star Ship's Tomb, while simultaneously launching rapid calculations in an attempt to deduce the method used by Mordy.

The Lord of Evolution's entire sphere of light flickered, and it recalled certain scenes, only to realize with a start that it had already experienced this moment.

It had already faced death once before.

"This is my move?" The two points of spiritual fire in the Deathbird's eye sockets burned even brighter, as if its eyes had widened. "How could you... no, when did you learn it?"

"Is it difficult to learn?" Mordy asked casually. "Isn't it just a matter of taking a look?"

The instant the Doomsday Herald self-destructed, he used the Yuan Tu A Bi technique to cut off and hide the timeline, and from then on, the Doomsday Herald has been in a superposition state of neither life nor death.

No one else knew about this except him, and once others found out, the Doomsday Herald would connect to the outcome of that timeline and brazenly self-destruct.

"..." The Deathbird hesitated, then stopped, then hesitated again, thinking and thinking, before finally managing to utter three words: "That's good."

He never imagined that Mordy could so easily master the method of creating the "neither alive nor dead superposition state," and he never expected that his first subject of practice would be the Doomsday Precursor.

The final battle in the Abyss of Death began with the killing of a traitor using this method, and ended with Slaughtering Heaven using this method to kill a group of mechanical gods.

"The war is over?" a demon of death asked in disbelief.

He tallied the number of people on his side and found that the losses were not too serious; only a third of the demon gods had fallen. Compared with the mechanical gods, this result was quite good.

This result was beyond the expectations of all the demon gods. In their view, it would be good if they could survive a third of the battle after the final battle, but the current result is twice the best-case scenario they had anticipated.

All of this is thanks to the sudden arrival of the warp forces, that dangerous and bizarre dimension, which provided them with more assistance than they had imagined.

Among them, the help provided by Killing Heaven was the most.

"Wu Sheng, Behrman... Thinking about it this way, their deaths were worthwhile."

They quickly forgot about the fallen and even applauded for it.

May the mother who has no birth die a good death!

The death of an unborn mother in exchange for the arrival of a subspace power—this is a worthwhile deal.

"Judging by the time, they should all be mostly dead by now."

Modi estimated the time, looked at the pot of soup that was no longer so dangerous, and figured that all the mechanical gods inside should be dead.

"Maybe they're faking their death to fool us," the Deathbird warned. "Be careful, the Doomsday Precursor might have a backup plan."

"Even if he has a backup plan, he won't be in good condition after taking the brunt of this explosion," Modi said calmly. "With so many of us here, he might not be able to kill us all before he runs out of power."

Upon hearing this, the spirit fire within the Deathbird's skull flickered, revealing a sense of helplessness.

He always felt that this was not a good thing to say, and that Killing Heaven was setting a flag.

"The energy level has dropped further," the Death Star ship captain warned. "We should prepare for exploration."

Upon hearing this, the Death Gods present became solemn and all turned their gazes toward the gradually cooling substance soup.

The aftershocks of the energy were still pushing outwards, but the temperature at the explosion's center had dropped significantly and no longer obstructed their view.

"It seems they are indeed dead."

The enormous and conspicuous mechanical gods have vanished, leaving not even a single screw or gear; only the remnants of their laws bear witness to their death.

"One, two... that's enough," the Deathbird looked up, a satisfied gleam in its fiery eyes. "The result is obvious: they've all perished, none survived..."

"No," Modi suddenly frowned, realizing that things weren't so simple, "something seems wrong."

Before the war began, he experienced a brief but real sense of unease, an ominous feeling that reminded him that the war might take unexpected turns.

But nothing unexpected happened until the final battle was over, which made him feel that something was wrong.

Could it be that something is waiting for him at this moment?

He grew increasingly vigilant, staring intently at the detonation point, where a newborn star was suspended.

Destruction is the beginning of rebirth. Even though most of the matter belonging to the mechanical gods was thrown into the air and drifted away to some unknown place in the starry sky with the aftershocks, they still left behind a lot of legacy for their burial place.

It is a green star born from the Big Bang.

"This thing is definitely not right," Mordy stared intently at the green star, his gaze dark and unsettling. "Be careful, and if necessary, destroy it."

The two Death Demons on either side exchanged a glance, and the Idea King suggested, "Why don't we just blow it up now?"

"Okay, if you blow it up, I'll blow it up too."

"If you blew it up, why should we blew it up?"

This statement immediately garnered responses from others.

Everyone's not stupid; they can all see that something's wrong with this. Rather than leaving it as a future problem, it's better to nip it in the bud as soon as possible.

But at that moment, countless tongues of fire erupted from the surface of the emerald star, waving upwards like tentacles, instantly stirring up unpleasant memories for Modi.

"Molten Iron Planet, Apocalypse Forerunner, Hell Star... Could that guy still be alive?"

One name after another floated into his mind, and Modi felt as wonderful as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

It was so amazing that he couldn't resist unleashing another Final Spiral.

He raised his hand, summoning the Unchanging End Spear, ready to launch an annihilation attack on the Green Star.

But even faster than his actions came a gaze filled with deep malice.

The eerie green star opened its gigantic eye, and the curse locked onto its target with its gaze.

He pressed his remaining life, along with the lingering resentment of the fallen demons, into the gun barrel.

As her gaze locked onto her target, Xiu transformed herself into a curse and ruthlessly pulled the trigger.

"Um?"

Modi shuddered and, in an instant, threw his spiral spear.

The crimson beam of light instantly pierced the giant eye of the eerie green star, extinguishing the last trace of life and existence in the sleeve. With the extinguishing of a massive star, it heralded the complete demise of that powerful demon god.

"He should be completely dead now, right?" The Deathbird tilted its head, somewhat puzzled.

In my opinion, the Doomsday Herald should have perished long ago, so why did he suddenly rise from his coffin and startle everyone?

"Completely dead." Mordy frowned as he examined himself. "That wasn't just a simple apocalyptic forerunner, but some kind of aggregate of traces of Him and many mechanical gods."

Their shared hatred for Modi fueled their revenge; even at the cost of their lives, they were determined to tear a piece of his flesh from him.

"Is that so?" The Deathbird looked at him with pity.

Without needing to discuss it afterward, he was already the number one player in the entire Battle of the Abyss. Even the Deathbird, who fought the entire battle, didn't get as many kills as him.

He directly caused the mechanical god's crushing defeat, and given such a remarkable achievement, it's understandable that the mechanical god would hate him.

"By the way, you seem to have been affected just now, didn't you? Didn't you notice anything unusual?" the Deathbird asked.

"That's the strangest thing."

Modi frowned, his expression puzzled.

He clearly remembered that the Green Star had once cast a curse on him, and he had been unable to dodge it.

Strangely, he didn't feel like he was cursed, and his stats didn't change significantly. It didn't seem like he was cursed at all.

Could it be that the curse wasn't actually targeting him, but rather some people around him?

The thought of this possibility suddenly triggered an ominous feeling within him.

His face was grim, but he wasn't flustered. Instead, he turned to the Deathbird and said, "I think I know who that curse is targeting... Do me a favor, I need some of your power."

The Deathbird tilted its head again, carefully considering the words, before separating a wisp of spiritual fire from its body and transforming it into a centipede-like curse mark.

Modi accepted it without hesitation, saying, "I'll borrow it for a while and then return it to you."

"Take it if you want, but what will you do with it?" the Deathbird asked.

"Take this and deal with some things," Mordy said coldly. "I won't deal with those mechanical gods who escaped through the warp explosion earlier; you can handle them yourselves."

He raised his spear and hurled it again, opening up a hyperspace passage leading to an unknown destination.

Without wasting words or ignoring the confusion in the hearts of the other Death Gods, he stepped straight into the channel and headed out of the Abyss of Death.

"What's wrong with him?" Death Star Shipyard asked curiously.

"It should be related to that green star from earlier," the Deathbird speculated. "But that's none of our business. Let's clean up the mess first and deal with those mechanical remnants."

He then looked at the few demon gods who were essentially mercenaries beside him and asked, "Want to come along?"

The three Warp Gods looked at each other and discussed for a while. Finally, the Alter God was pushed forward, indicating that he could join, but only on the condition that they would get a share of the spoils.

Because of the absence of Slaughtering Heaven, and the fact that these three had no connection with the God of Death, they could only temporarily form an iron triangle.

"I won't go." The Lord of Evolution flickered and gradually dimmed. "I came here only to fulfill my promise and the goals set by the Creator. Now that he has no further requests, I will not take any action."

Its figure gradually disappeared until it vanished completely. No one knew where it went, nor could anyone be sure whether it had truly left or was still monitoring the others.

"Let's just pretend it's gone," the Deathbird shrugged. "Now, let's burn those rust marks to ashes."

A vast horde of death demons, along with their families, launched a massive invasion towards the rusted zone, far from the Wall of Death, which was the domain of the mechanical gods.

The mechanical fleet that had just withdrawn from the front lines, along with the heavily wounded mechanical gods, were naturally no match for them.

All futile resistance turned to dust in the blink of an eye.

Until the last mechanical god fell and the last bit of rust disappeared, the Demon God of Death finally declared the end of this war.

Since the Battle of Sunset, the largest and most devastating battle between demons and gods has come to an end.

Although the Battle of the Abyss mainly involved two major areas and was far smaller in scale than the Battle of Sunset, a large number of demon gods still perished during this period, and some demon gods were also born.

Compared to other demon-god conflicts, this was undoubtedly the most bloody conflict.

However, the demon god who contributed the most to the victorious side of the war was unable to share in this joyous mood; instead, his face looked rather grim.

"Indeed," Mordy muttered to himself, "My part of the power of change worked, but why did it disappear again?"

Before the final battle began, he left some of his transformation powers in Itnite to prevent attacks on that side.

This is why he did not actively use the power of change to explore the timeline before the war began.

Only Elena and Su Youli are qualified to use the authority he left behind, and once the authority takes effect, it means that the two are in danger.

"Stealing their base?"

He mustered his strength and traversed the newly opened hyperspace channel at high speed, catching up with the spear he had thrown in a short time.

Once he had determined the coordinates, he gripped the gun handle and twisted it sharply.

The spiral-shaped spearhead crushed the void, forcefully creating a spatial rift.

Without the slightest hesitation, Modi leaped straight into the rift and appeared at the pre-determined coordinates.

"The capital of China".

He glanced at the capital city, shrouded in chaotic time, sometimes presenting scenes of the past, sometimes phantoms of the future, and his brows furrowed again.

"Is this a protective measure by Cinnabar itself, or a change brought about by a curse?"

Without much thought, he took the initiative to enter the capital city and step into the barrier formed by the chaotic cosmic light.

In just a short while, he sensed the chaos and disorder here.

Everything in the capital was undergoing rapid changes.

An elderly person passing by may turn into a teenager in the next moment, and a child playing nearby may suddenly become an old man.

A peddler selling goods might transform into a refined lady in a second, or suddenly turn into a wild beast.

These either correspond to their past and future, or their past and future lives.

The strangest thing is that no one seemed to find this odd.