From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 410 Hunting the Evil Dragon

The ancient dragon in the sky cast its gaze down, its vertical pupils burning with golden flames, coldly watching the creatures on the ground.

Each flap of its wings stirs up a storm, uprooting trees from the ground and lifting them into the air.

In an instant, sand and stones flew, and black winds raged, making it impossible for the newly born Light Immortals to open their eyes.

"Everyone, prepare to engage the enemy."

Modi calmly issued the order, his voice devoid of any emotion.

The Light Immortals immediately responded to his command. They formed a battle formation without any instruction, their auras intertwined, their power superimposed, and a beam of light appeared in their hands at the same time.

The storm swept across the army formation, but was blocked by a faint golden light.

They simultaneously raised their gleaming spears, aiming the tips at the shadows in the sky, their emotions running high.

Ancient dragons descended from the sky, as unstoppable as an approaching storm.

Even the immortal beings of light, who formed an army, were as insignificant as ants before them.

They appear as stable as mountains, but Mordy doesn't think so.

In his view, these were nothing more than a bunch of old-fashioned, incorrigible skeletons at home; although they looked frightening, they were actually easily broken.

"Juggle!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the Light Immortals sprang into action.

The long spear of flowing light suddenly flew from his hand and shot towards the objects that had fallen from the sky.

Compared to the ancient dragons, which are as large as mountains, their spears are as small as arcs of electricity, not even as big as a single scale of an ancient dragon.

The collision of the two is reminiscent of a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

However, the actual results were quite disappointing.

The moment the spearhead made contact with the scales, it softened and made them brittle, then easily broke through the ancient dragon's scales and pierced through the marble-like membrane inside.

"roar--"

The ancient dragons' mournful roars echoed between heaven and earth, and the storms they stirred up subsided.

The dragons turned their heads, their pupils suddenly shrinking.

Among their companions, one of the ancient dragons wore a pained expression, its eyes rolled back, and arcs of electricity surged from its wounds, causing it endless agony.

The injured ancient dragon could not maintain its balance and fell from the sky, crashing into the ground and creating a huge crater.

This was a situation they had never encountered before: a group of ants with a little power defeating a high and mighty ancient dragon with a single blow. In the past, this would have been considered a joke.

But now, that joke has become a reality.

"This is a force of flow and change, so blasphemous, so evil... This flame of ambition must be extinguished; our eternal order cannot tolerate such blasphemy!"

The leading ancient dragon spoke in its ancient dragon language, its eyes no longer showing the contempt it once held for mortals, and slammed down its dragon claw, which was crackling with scarlet lightning.

"They're just mortals after all; they're exhausted after one blow. Let's join forces and take them down!"

The other ancient dragons also unleashed their own methods, displaying dragon flames, dragon lightning, and dragon ice simultaneously, bombarding the exhausted Legion of Immortals on the ground.

"not bad."

Modi offered a word of encouragement to the group of slaves who were now living beings of light, not paying much attention to the fact that they could only launch one attack.

He didn't even take the heavenly punishment sent down by the ancient dragon seriously, he just glared at the strange phenomena in the sky, and then snapped his fingers.

After a crisp sound, the thunder, flames, and frost that filled the sky vanished abruptly, as if they had never existed.

But to the ancient dragons, this scene was extremely terrifying.

This is not simply a matter of erasing or negating their attacks; rather, the entire environment of the region has undergone a dramatic change.

The laws of this region have been rewritten; the environment can no longer support the existence of those anomalies, and all their attacks have collapsed.

"The underlying architecture of Ether has been tampered with," an ancient dragon said grimly.

The leading ancient dragon continued, "The order we established has been utterly destroyed here. This is no longer an eternal sanctuary; it needs purification."

"You've got it backwards. I think it's you bunch of self-imposed limitations that need purging."

Modi said coldly, a long sword appearing in his hand at some point.

The sword's edge gleamed with a cold light, and blood seeped from it, dripping onto the ground, making it look as if the sword itself was bleeding.

For some reason, upon seeing this sword, the ancient dragons seemed to have encountered their natural enemy, their breathing slowed down considerably, and they dared not even exhale.

Their silence did not earn Modi's sympathy.

He naturally loathed these unchanging reptiles; every breath they exhaled carried a putrid, rotten smell, even more unbearable than the stench of a stagnant sky.

What he found most abhorrent was that these reptiles not only clung to the past but also dragged the entire world down with them.

"Look at the ether around you; it has ceased to flow because it has been tainted by your putrid stench."

"And your so-called order... Ha, you call unchanging order? All I see is a stagnant pool. What you value is not so-called order, but unchanging and stagnant."

The order established by Gu Long was nothing more than a pseudo-creation cloaked in the guise of civilization. It was maintained not for any benefit or faith, but simply to preserve the status quo.

This is what Modi hates most, so much so that he determined his goal in the current timeline not long after he arrived.

First, overthrow the corrupt rule of the ancient dragons, then try to find a way back.

"Gu Long deserves to die."

The blood-stained longsword suddenly slipped from his hand, transforming into a streak of crimson sword light that pierced the sky.

Wherever it passed, it left a trail of blood, whether it was the sky or the ancient, immortal body of the dragon.

In an instant, bloody gashes appeared on the necks of all the attacking ancient dragons, spreading outwards from the center.

Whether lying on the ground or flying in the sky, none can escape the inevitable end of death. This is the destined death that Modi bestowed upon the ancient dragon with the Death Curse.

There was no resistance, no struggle, until the dragon's head fell to the ground and its headless body transformed into mountains and floating islands, only then did their last remaining thoughts come to their senses.

"What a fierce sword strike..."

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The thought vanished abruptly, and their consciousness plunged into darkness.

The immortals who followed Modi witnessed all of this.

They fought with all their might and barely managed to defeat an ancient dragon, but Mordi only needed to strike once to annihilate the once high and mighty...

Killed by an immortal god.

Those who have already joined the ranks of the immortals are naturally well aware of how great the difference is.

"Five ancient dragons, not bad results."

Modi gazed at the mountains and floating islands formed from the dragon's body and nodded in satisfaction.

Five ancient dragons may not seem like much, but they are enough for him to preside over a large-scale ascension ceremony.

He naturally couldn't do everything himself, including hunting ancient dragons, which he didn't consider a big deal.

He needs a group of qualified followers, a group of qualified disciples, to help him handle the small matters so that he can focus on doing the big things.

Let's do something big!

"You guys... never mind, all of you stand up here, I'll preside over your promotion ceremony."

Although he couldn't possibly elevate all the long-lived beings present to immortality through a single ceremony, he was confident he could elevate at least a quarter of them.

As for those who failed to advance, their lives would not be in danger. With his operational precision, he was able to save them in time and allow the power of the ancient dragon to settle in their bodies, preparing them for the next advancement.

"What? You're worried about potential problems with being promoted three levels in one day?"

Modi glanced at Janus, who had asked the question, and said, "Very well, it seems you have indeed digested the knowledge I placed in the mark."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I can tell you, no."

"But...but this contradicts the common sense you taught us..."

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Janus looked conflicted and hesitated before speaking.

Because of his rapid promotion, he hadn't yet adapted to the change in status, and he spoke without much confidence, lacking the humility that ordinary Blood God Cult members showed to Modi.

"So that's just common sense," Modi said calmly. "Do you think common sense would tell you how great it would be if an immortal had a demon god to help them ascend to immortality?"

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"Won't."

"That's it. Hurry up and go up. From now on, you will be my chief dragon hunter apostle."

For a demon god like Mordi, elevating some immortals is not difficult and will not leave any hidden dangers.

The foundation of ordinary immortals is built by themselves, and is therefore weak and unstable. But the foundation of these first batch of apostles was built with his help, and is therefore extremely solid.

The two are completely incomparable.

"Isn't it too extravagant to advance using the blood of an ancient dragon? When I advanced, I only needed to kill an ancient dragon."

Modi muttered to himself as he presided over the ceremony.

Aether obeyed his command, flowing into the bodies of the immortals along with the blood of the ancient dragon, burning fiercely within them, transforming into pure power that cleansed their bodies and even their souls.

With the demon god Modi presiding over the ceremony, the chances of a successful advancement are not low. Even if a large number of immortals are promoted at once, a quarter of them will eventually succeed.

"My apostles, let us burn this era to ashes."

With dozens of Immortal Apostles and over a hundred Light Immortals, this impressive lineup was more than enough to handle most of Mordy's minor matters.

Including most of the ancient dragons.

"My lord, we are your spears, ready to hunt down evil dragons for you at any time."

After the ascension ceremony, Janus was reborn; not only did his body become stronger, but his voice also became more powerful and resonant.

"Not bad, not bad." Modi nodded in satisfaction.

A group of dragon hunters and immortals of light stared intently at him, awaiting his command and ready to hunt the evil dragon at any moment.

However, to their surprise, the first order Mordi gave them was not to hunt dragons, but...

"Very good, very energetic. Now go and dig out the mountain range formed by the dragon corpse, and then modify it according to the design."

Modi shoved a blueprint into Janus's hand and sent him off to work before he could even understand what was going on.

Janus opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Before his promotion, he was a miner. After his promotion, he still has to dig mountains. Isn't this a wasted promotion?

The apostles and immortals exchanged glances, not daring to voice their opinions. After reviewing the blueprints, they assigned tasks and began excavating.

The efficiency of mortals in excavation is incomparable to that of the immortals and the eternal.

The entire mountain range was hollowed out in less than a day thanks to their concerted efforts.

Under the influence of countless magic arrays, the Dragon Bone Mountain Range was suspended high in the sky, allowing others to modify it at will.

"I don't understand, why did our Lord want us to build this?" asked the dragon-hunting apostle named Worber, puzzled. "What good are these things called 'macro cannons' and 'light spears' to our work of hunting evil dragons?"

Janus was silent for a moment, then said, "My lord must have a deeper meaning in doing this."

To be honest, he didn't know why Mordi had ordered them to build these war fortresses, only that they would be helpful for the great cause.

"The first war fortress has been assembled."

Janus looked at the forms he had never understood before and reported the situation to his boss in detail.

In the past, he could never have imagined such a massive man-made building, let alone that he would have the opportunity to live in it and eat three meals a day there.

Although he won't die even if he doesn't eat now.

Modi pulled his attention away from the war sand table, glanced at him, then looked back at the sand table, and said without looking up, "Then let's get moving. Leave some people here to continue developing the second Dragonbone Mountain Range, and the rest of the people will drive the war fortresses to attack the nearby mines, altars, and cities."

"Plunder as many people as possible. Kill any ancient dragon priests and priest guards who dare to resist. Inject the rest with extraordinary seeds and make sure to transform them into steadfast light extraordinary beings."

Janus nodded and turned to walk toward the war fortress.

The order was simple: burn, kill, loot, and destroy the ancient dragon order by all means possible.

Janus, who had been deeply influenced by the extraordinary knowledge of the path of light, loathed the rule of the ancient dragons.

Not only him, but all extraordinary beings who have embarked on the path of light naturally abhor ancient dragons and wish to destroy everything related to them, or even cover up all traces left by them.

This was their first attempt.

For the first time, they sounded the drums of war, challenging the gods who once looked down upon all living beings, as human beings.

As the war fortress flew over the city, its shadow enveloped the entire city.

Inside the temple, the ancient dragon priests were in complete disarray, eventually kneeling down and begging for the ancient dragons' descent and forgiveness.

Their master did not disappoint them, and was awakened from his slumber the moment the war fortress appeared.

The mountains near the city came to life, rising high above the ground, revealing a crimson vertical pupil staring coldly at the massive fortress in the sky.

Before it could punish the blasphemer, the latter preemptively struck, unleashing barrages of light-based energy that forced it to retreat.

This was not something it understood. In its understanding, nothing in the world, except for ancient dragons, could penetrate their scales.

Soon, it had no time to think, because several dragon hunter apostles emerged from the war fortress.

Shouldering spiral spears and clad in ancient dragon scale armor, they charged toward the evil dragon, shouting "Hunting the evil dragon!"

After several rounds, the ancient dragon perished, while the Dragon Hunter Apostle bathed in dragon blood, his gaze fixed on the distant ancient dragon priest who stood motionless in the temple.

"What a waste. These dragons don't even live in cities, yet slaves are made to build them luxurious temples." Warber curled his lip. "Indeed, evil dragons should all be killed."