From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 20 The Gaze of the Death Bird

On a small hill not far from Lianxin Village, Long Yutian got up from the ground and wiped away his sweat.

Beneath his feet was a circular magic circle, with corresponding materials placed at specific locations around the circle, and a bird skeleton placed at the center.

"Finally finished setting up. Fortunately, the requirements for the [Death-Calling Ritual] aren't too many. I just wonder how the others are doing..."

While he was worried about the others, he received a message from his teammates.

"All done?" His face lit up with joy. "That means I can go on a killing spree now."

His two teammates and he slowly turned their heads, all revealing harmless smiles.

Not far away, several villagers watched the scene unfold with trepidation. The moment their eyes met, cold sweat soaked their clothes.

"I've had my eye on you beasts for a long time," Long Yutian said, drawing his gun and firing. "Before, we had to be hesitant because the ceremony hadn't started yet, but now we can finally act freely."

The bullet pierced through the foreheads of the villagers, instantly wiping out their sanity and forcing them into their second form.

Monsters tore through human skin and emerged from the flesh, roaring as they charged toward the three.

This same situation also occurred with the other two teams.

As for Mordy, unlike the henchmen who were locked in fierce fighting, he was carrying out a one-sided massacre.

As his lips moved, his vocal cords vibrated, producing a hoarse, strange sound, like birdsong. At the same time, his hands moved continuously, his greatsword sweeping and slashing, tearing the surrounding monsters into pieces.

Internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

The monster that the fairy child had transformed into roared loudly, but it could not drown out the sharp bird cries, and could only watch helplessly as the ceremony proceeded.

They also watched as Mordy pushed everything to an irreversible point.

"Gah!"

A strange bird call, seemingly coming from nowhere, echoed throughout the entire Lotus Heart Village.

Both the sealed Black Heavenly Buddha Mother and the Earth God staying in the Earth Temple heard this bird call.

Fairy Child broke out in a cold sweat. As the person most closely connected with the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother, she could feel that the curses that permeated all over Lotus Heart Village had completely subsided.

What does this mean? Krishnamurti was afraid.

She was weak and inexperienced, and did not understand how terrifying that bird call was, but the Black Heavenly Mother was different.

He secretly regretted not eliminating these intruders immediately, allowing them to complete the ritual of summoning the extraterrestrial evil god.

The one the ritual points to is the real evil god, not Himself.

"Caw caw!" Two more bird calls rang out, and Modi felt something inside him—it was...

strength!

"By the Death-Summoning Bird above, I will bring death to those who deserve it!"

Take a deep breath, then exhale forcefully.

In the blink of an eye, his exhaled breath, under the combined effect of magic and cold blood true energy, transformed into a raging cold wind.

Ice fog and cold winds swept in, engulfing most of Lianxin Village and freezing the blood on the ground into blood ice.

In the howling icy wind, the monsters surrounding Modi were all frozen into ice sculptures.

The magic within the icy mist erased the curse within them, and their flesh and blood completely lost their ability to regenerate, leaving them only to face death in the presence of the Deathbird.

As the icy wind swept through, only Fairy Boy survived.

As soon as she opened her eyes, besides the snow-white Lotus Heart Village, she also saw a giant sword that kept growing larger.

With a "whoosh," the giant sword slashed diagonally across her body, splitting her in two.

Two sharp claws covered in blood-red ice crystals seized the opportunity to grab her outstretched mouthparts and tore them apart forcefully.

After a sharp pain, her mouthparts were torn in two, and she could no longer whimper; she could only writhe in agony on the ground.

They were trying to find their other half.

But she couldn't even have this last thought, because a giant sword pierced through half of her body from top to bottom, pinning her to the spot.

The Cold Blood True Qi extinguished her last breath, circulated within her body, and then returned to Mo Di.

Only the dried corpse, split in two, lay on the ground.

Lianxin Village fell into a deathly silence, with no sound except for Modi's heavy breathing and the howling wind.

Everywhere there were corpses frozen into ice sculptures, and houses destroyed by him; most of Lianxin Village had been reduced to ruins.

Sensing the icy wind, Modi carefully searched for any trace of the villagers.

The principle of eradicating evil completely applies to doing good as well.

If a few villagers escape and encroach on the living space of others, then this good deed will have been half ruined.

Modi would never allow his kindness to be wasted like this; he would send all the villagers to see the Black Goddess.

"Found it."

There are indeed a few villagers still hiding on the outskirts of Lianxin Village, which was not reduced to ruins.

Lock onto the target and prepare the spell.

The true energy of cold blood, mixed with demonic power, merged into the cold wind.

Under his intervention, the ice crystals in the sky condensed and coalesced, and a blood-red ice spear quickly took shape.

Adjust the trajectory, store energy... launch.

As if hurled by an invisible hand, the crimson ice spear struck its target with pinpoint accuracy.

Another ice storm erupted, and after the cold wave passed, the once intact outer buildings of Lianxin Village were all reduced to ruins.

Apart from these outsiders, there were practically no other living people left in Lianxin Village.

Two more bird calls rang out, and Modi detected a hint of joy in them.

Perhaps because almost everyone in the village had died, the bloodthirsty audience member, Deathbird, was very happy and immediately gave him a reward.

With his spirit merging with the raging ice mist, Modi felt at that moment that his power was enough to overwhelm the curse of the Black Heavenly Mother.

He took out a walkie-talkie and ordered Long Yutian and the others: "Your mission is complete. Retreat to the outer area of ​​the local temple. I'll take care of the rest."

After a moment, the voices of other people came from the other side.

"Yes."

Long Yutian put down the walkie-talkie, with piles of monster corpses beneath him.

Catching his breath, he greeted his two comrades: "Let's retreat to the local temple. The rest is up to the teacher."

He and the others naturally wouldn't question Modi's decision; obeying orders was their basic quality.

Moreover, they understood that even ten of them wouldn't be enough to defeat Modi, let alone deal with the dangerous Black Heaven Buddha Mother.

The henchmen squad left first. After Long Yutian and his two companions retreated to the local temple, they met the other two teams that had arrived first.

Unlike their team, the other two teams were each missing a player, and judging from the expressions on the players' faces, it was obvious what had happened.

Long Yutian swallowed the words he was about to say and silently gazed at Lianxin Village, which had been completely transformed into a snow-covered wonderland in the distance.

"You're back so soon?" The Earth God appeared at the right time and asked in confusion, "What happened in Lianxin Village? I felt a terrifying gaze sweep over me."

"This is how we deal with Him," he replied vaguely. "The rest is up to my teacher to decide."

"I see." The Earth God realized that their trump card might be a call to a superior, so he didn't ask any more questions and became expectant.

Perhaps this time we can truly get rid of that cancer.

While everyone at the Earth God Temple waited in silence, Mo Di also made a move.

Instead of immediately planting a bomb at the Black Goddess, he set his sights on the scattered frozen meat.

"I think I also have a Frostblood White Walker conversion ritual, maybe I can work as a necromancer on the side?"

Although it's hard to admit, many blood mages also work as necromancers, and the combination of the two makes their reputation even worse.

"I still possess the power of the Deathbird, something every necromancer dreams of. Moreover, the Deathbird doesn't mind me doing this, so it would be a shame not to."

He finally convinced himself and decided to do good deeds one more time, letting the villagers' corpses atone for their sins and make amends for the crimes they had committed.

The magic, imbued with the power of death, mixed with the true energy of cold blood, and dispersed throughout the frozen flesh.

With Wendigo's bloodline feats, skull, and fur cape working together, combined with the power granted by the Deathbird, his Frostblood Ritual was incredibly effective.

The magic of death awakens the frozen meat from its death, while the true energy of cold blood endows it with a twisted vitality.

Frozen meat thaws and wriggles to find its kind, leaving trails of frost on the ground.

Before long, clusters of flesh and blood, beginning to take on human form, stood on the earth, clad in ice armor and wielding ice blades.

Their eyes glowed blue, they were tall and imposing, and they exhaled cold air. They stood silently in a square formation before Modi.

"Such a squad of Frostblood White Walkers could easily wipe out the Wendigos back then, and could also fight to the death to kill a transcendent. They should be able to cause some trouble for Blackheart."

He ordered the Frostblood Others to wait for orders outside Lotusheart Village, while he, alone with Big Bomb, stealthily made his way to the altar of the Black Heavenly Mother.

"It was originally the place where the Black Goddess was sealed, but now it has become a place for worshipping her. How ironic."

Modi kicked open the tunnel door, ignoring the darkness, and walked straight into the cursed tunnel.

Because of his height, he had to hunch over to continue walking.

"This tunnel is so narrow, it's extremely unfriendly to people of my height."

It's obvious that the person who built this tunnel wasn't even as tall as him.

As he ventured deeper into the seal, he encountered objects that had originally been used to maintain it, such as mirrors and clay figurines, but these were now either destroyed or moved away.

It has no effect whatsoever.

A cold wind blew by, and the sound of a baby crying filled his ears. Modi ignored it all, like a character in a horror movie who knew there was danger ahead but still chose to court death.

"Even though the curse was suppressed by the power of the demon god, it still lingers. It seems that this Black Heaven Buddha Mother is no ordinary person."

The deeper he went, the more powerful the curse within him became.

After making some calculations, he came to a conclusion:

Black Buddha Mother may have once possessed the power of an immortal, but now that she is seriously injured, it is uncertain whether she still has power close to that of an immortal.

Even so, He was still a powerful superhuman, the kind who could trample Devialet underfoot.

"We've arrived." Modi looked at the statue in front of him and felt a chill run down his spine.

The statue has eight hands, two of which are in the inverted lotus mudra, while the other six hold a head, a blood bowl, and other objects, making it look particularly bizarre and hideous.

The statue's head was covered by a red cloth, and the outline of a mouth was vaguely visible under the cloth.

Krishnamurti is sealed inside this statue; only by destroying the statue can one face her directly.

But the occasional flashes of inspiration on the statue suggest that destroying it would require considerable effort or the purest form of violence.

Modi chose the latter.

Ignoring the illusory voice in his ear that was tempting him to uncover the red cloth, he placed the large bomb on the offering table and set the time for the explosion.

"Alright, I hope you like my offering."

He clapped his hands, resisted the urge to uncover the red cloth, and returned the way he came.

The tunnel returned to silence, with only the occasional beeping of the bomb countdown.

It will surely bring endless surprises to the Black Goddess!