area51novel Chapter 102 The Laws of the Styx, the 3rd Generation Blood Shadow, and the Mighty Army Pressing In.
Chapter 102 The Laws of the Styx, the 3rd Generation Blood Shadow, and the Mighty Army Pressing In.
Chapter 102 The Laws of the Styx, Three Generations of Blood Shadows, and the Mighty Army Pressing In.
In the North, the wind howls fiercely.
The sky was overcast, dark clouds loomed overhead, and fine snowflakes drifted down, landing on Modi's head.
He took a deep breath, and the cold air rushed into his nasal cavity and lungs, making him feel very uncomfortable.
"A familiar feeling. As expected, I prefer cold environments."
After leaving Avalon, the red dragon blood disappeared, and the proportion of bloodlines in his body returned to normal.
Modi patted the snowflakes off his shoulder, sensed the demiplane connected to him, and gently exhaled a breath of cold mist.
This entire demiplane, along with everything inside, was his greatest gain from this trip.
The demiplane is made up of fragments of the Death Prison, and he asked Artoria to create it specifically for him.
It was about half the size of the royal city and could store living creatures; Modi's troops were stationed there.
In addition, he also placed the wet brain inside.
Using technology derived from the brain, he pieced together a living computer with the brain as its core.
The materials, of course, are those death-bound demons who refuse to surrender.
Modi specifically borrowed their heads for one use.
The demon's brain is excellent material; not only does it have strong computing power, but it also occasionally flashes with wicked inspiration, bringing him some wonderful ideas.
It works much better than the average human brain.
To maintain this flesh-and-blood device, Mordred specially placed the Grail of Stains on it, providing the nutrients and energy needed for its operation.
A dense network of veins were inserted into the Holy Grail, drawing upon the contaminated blood produced within.
This blasphemous device is never satisfied, like a demon of greed and gluttony.
Each drop of the Holy Grail's tainted blood can be transformed into a large amount of flesh and blood, allowing this device to self-reproduce.
Because of the limited space in the demiplane, Modi had to impose restrictions on it, prohibiting this behavior after it multiplied to a certain extent.
Having a living computer wasn't enough; Modi also wanted to design an artificial intelligence to assist him in his various tasks.
However, he was not good at spell programming and only had a superficial understanding of it.
The person who can teach the relevant knowledge is also located in the mage academy in the Teredil region.
Tyredeel is far from the North, and it would be too much trouble for him to go there.
Moreover, the college might not necessarily accept him as a student.
To maximize its effectiveness, Mordy set his sights on the law.
Having followed Artoria for over two years, he had already mastered about 70-80% of the skills required to construct laws.
It's not just about extracting and rewriting, but also about the ability to create laws from scratch.
Using this ability, he compiled a complex set of laws.
This set of laws covers all aspects, enabling him to assist in his work, serve as the commander-in-chief of the troops, and even perform micro-management of the unit.
All units are connected to it, and even if they die, their souls will be pulled into the demiplane, waiting for their bodies to be reconstructed.
Mordi called it the "Laws of the Styx," which governed the demiplane and the stationed troops.
"With the help of the Styx Laws, I can control more Blood Shadows at the same time."
Connecting to the Purple Mansion and assisting in the control of Blood Shadow is also a function of the [Styx Law].
The blood shadow it controls is not the first generation blood shadow, but a blood shadow that has been upgraded through successive generations and is loaded with pages of a book.
During his two-plus years in Avalon, Modi made more than one revision to the Blood Shadow Divine Skill.
He abandoned his original control method and, emulating Tupa, used the Netherworld Mark to refine the soul fire in the Blood Shadow into a single thought of his own.
After being refined, the soul structure of these soul flames has been completely destroyed, and the soul components such as wisdom and clarity no longer exist, making them much more difficult to control.
But it wasn't without its advantages; Blood Shadow was thus recognized as part of Bloodstained Book and allowed to be loaded onto the pages.
This is the second generation of Blood Shadow, but not the latest generation.
Mo Di has developed the third version of the Blood Shadow Divine Skill, and the Blood Shadow has also been upgraded to the third generation.
The third-generation Blood Shadow can change its appearance according to the spirituality carried by the pages, thus saving Modi time in creating a character's face.
Those struck by the Blood Shadow will not only be possessed by it, but their names will also appear in the Bloodstained Book's catalog.
Now, on the surface, Modi is just an ordinary four-seal extraordinary being.
In fact, his hodgepodge system had already given him power far exceeding that of ordinary four seals.
He can overwhelm the Five Seals, and with the help of Blood Shadow, he can even encircle and annihilate the Six Seals.
"It's been quite a while; it's time to go back and visit my Frost Tomb."
In order to remain hidden, he deliberately stayed away from Frost Tomb and White River Town before activating the Ancient Blood.
Now that his strength has greatly increased, it won't be long before he wants to return to the Shuang family.
Modi pulled out his dragon-hunting spear, adjusted the angle, and threw it with all his might.
His figure transformed into lightning, entangled on the gun handle, and then vanished into the distance.
The Dragon Slayer Spear, blessed by Artoria, now possesses functions similar to the Holy Lance.
However, it is slightly inferior in speed, not as fast as the Holy Lance.
A streak of icy blue tore through the clouds, streaking across the sky and leaving countless tiny arcs of electricity in its wake, flying straight toward Frost Tomb.
"It's a bit like man and sword becoming one, but unfortunately this is a gun, and I can only do it thanks to the protection of the ancient gods."
As for how he did it, and what the underlying principles are, he currently has no idea.
If he can crack the secret, he won't be far from mastering the mysteries of elementalization.
The icy blue line continued northward, and in less than half an hour, we were nearing our destination.
Just as Modi was about to land on the Throat of Drifting Winter, he suddenly noticed a dark mass on the ground.
Like a square formation of countless tiny black dots, they were moving in the same direction as him.
Lei Guangxiu stopped and hid in the dark clouds. His spiritual sense quietly probed out to observe the situation on the ground.
His spiritual sense swept across the area imperceptibly: human soldiers clad in iron armor, distorted subterranean insects, scantily clad dark elves...
He saw everything clearly.
To his surprise, the army was a mixed bag, with several different flags.
Such a complex mix of troop types was enough to drive Mordy's demon commanders mad.
How did the Dragon Worship Cult, the Dark Elf Shadowblade Clan, and two other unnamed factions end up together?
In the middle of the formation, among the four large banners, the one of the Dragon Worship Sect was the tallest, clearly indicating that the Dragon Worship Sect held a dominant position in this army.
But why is there a bronze giant in the middle... whose art style is completely different from the soldiers?
Mo Di's gaze narrowed slightly. If he weren't in such a human form, he would have gasped in shock.
Where did the Dragon Worship Cult get these ancient relics? They even have something like this?
He was certain that this was not a creation of the current era, but an ancient remnant of the second era.
With its brass-colored casing, steam-spitting pipes, and rugged style, he could tell at a glance that it was a creation of the ancient dwarves.
Most likely, they dug up the grave of some dwarf and unearthed the bronze giant from it.
This person doesn't seem to have good intentions.
The army was clearly heading towards the Frost family, and their purpose was obvious.
They've even brought out the bronze giant; what else could it be but a war?
With a thought, Modi suppressed the electric arcs, concealed himself in the thick clouds, and quietly followed the army.
To be honest, he was also somewhat interested in that bronze giant.
From within the dark clouds, several blood-red figures silently appeared, then quickly vanished.
At the end of the line, a follower of the Dragon Cult seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.
Apart from the falling snowflakes and the gloomy clouds in the sky, he saw nothing.
"It must be my imagination."
He dismissed his doubts, and just as he lowered his head, he saw a bloody shadow flash before his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, his vision was filled with blood. He screamed in alarm, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.
If you dare to utter those lines from horror movies, who else but you will die?
Modi erased his soul, controlled his body, and only kept him in place for a moment. His attire was normal, and he continued to follow the group forward.
At the same time, the other Blood Shadows also found their targets and infiltrated the team.
Most of the soldiers targeted were on the edge of the ranks. They only saw a flash of blood before their eyes, then lost consciousness, their souls scattered, and their bodies taken over by the blood shadow.
The commander of this army, Archbishop Rodrik of the Church of the Dragon, was completely unaware of this.
This is a young man in a red priest's robe. He has a refined and gentle demeanor and doesn't look like a fanatical believer. Instead, he looks like a rich young master going out for a spring outing.
The premise is that we should ignore the corpses he was dragging behind his horse.
The body was tied with a rope, face down, and had long been disfigured from friction with the ground.
Their legs had been broken long ago, and as the horses moved forward, streaks of blood appeared on the ground.
Roderick noticed that those being dragged had fallen silent and sighed:
"Sigh, this batch of toys doesn't last long enough. Let's switch to the next batch."
Several believers immediately stepped forward, untied the ropes connecting the body to the horse, and dragged the body to the side of the road and threw it away.
Their eyes were indifferent, as if they were looking at an object rather than the bodies of their own kind.
Then they dragged several people out of a prison van at the back and drove them behind Roderick's horses.
Modi glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, his face still expressionless, but the bloodthirsty shadow within him lowered his eyes.
He didn't remember their names, but he remembered their faces.
They were all townspeople he had met before, townspeople he had met briefly at that banquet.
One of them even personally handed him some venison he had hunted when he left Baihe Town.
He thought of the taste of the venison; to be honest, it was pretty good.
"Tie them up. I want to see how long they can hold out and how durable they are."
Roderick watched them with great interest, a childlike, innocent smile on his face.
"Oh, and before you break their legs, remember to remove the gags from their mouths. If I can't hear their voices, I'll lose a lot of my fun."
Following his instructions, several believers first tied several townspeople to the back of the horse with ropes, and then removed the cloths that had been stuffed into their mouths.
As soon as the cloth was removed, the townspeople who were about to be executed shouted and cursed:
"You bastards, beasts in human skin!"
"Just wait, the dragon hunters won't let you go. You'll be like that dragon, your heads chopped off and made into decorations!"
"Your bone dust will be mixed into steel, forged into weapons, and then used to cut down your own comrades!"
With each curse they uttered, the faces of the Bailong cult followers darkened further.
Archbishop Roderick, on the other hand, did not react in that way; he simply showed an expression of interest.
"Dragon Hunters? I've heard of them. I wonder if they'd make decent toys?"