From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 42 The Treasure Vault of the Dragon Worship Cult

The greatsword swirled with icy mist as the Dragon Priest brought it down heavily.

The dragon priest couldn't dodge in time; his dragon scale armor was ripped open, and his withered body below was also ripped open.

He hadn't experienced such emotional fluctuations in a long time, but today, he encountered these situations one after another.

With a gentle push from his withered arm, a repulsive force was applied to the enemy in front of him.

He thought this would be enough to push the half-human, half-dragon creature away, but Frostak underestimated its strength.

Modi swayed slightly before regaining his balance and casually drew the Sacrifice Axe from his waist to slash at the Dragon Priest.

A flash of cold light, and the sharp, crescent-shaped axe blade severed the dragon priest's outstretched right hand.

"...A demonic artifact?!"

The moment Frostak came into contact with the Sacrifice Axe, he understood its true nature.

The chill enveloped his body once more; this was the first time he had experienced such cold since transforming into an undead creature.

He retreated rapidly, moving away from Modi, and cautiously asked, "Which demon god is watching you?"

Demon artifacts are part of the power of demons, and the holder can be regarded as the spokesperson of the demon to a certain extent.

"Guess?" Modi grinned maliciously, without answering.

There are several demon gods in the realm of death; let Frostak guess for now.

He held the greatsword horizontally in front of him and spat out a mouthful of blood flames.

Crimson flames clung to the sword, spreading along the hilt to his body and igniting every scale on his skin.

Now, he is closer to the dragon and further away from man.

The axe of the living sacrifice also ignited with spiritual fire at the right moment, and he raised it high, striking the approaching Corpse Lord on the head.

At the same time, the dragon language of the other Corpse Lords was already poised to be unleashed.

"*Dragon Language [Disarm]*"

Like a thunderclap sweeping across the land, the roar of the Corpse Lord stirred up a vast expanse of icy mist, attempting to disarm Mordi.

Another ghoul lord, working closely with it, roared:

"*Dragon Language [Mind Shock]*"

This dragon's voice can instill fear in the hearts of enemies.

The remaining two then used [Whirlwind Form] to approach their enemies like a gust of wind.

The first two dragon roars hit Modi almost simultaneously, but to the surprise of the Corpse Lord, he only swayed slightly, his weapon remained in his hand, and there was no fear in his eyes.

"Too soft. Your shout isn't loud enough. You think you can evoke my fear?"

With the Wendigo bloodline, the Seed of the Mind, and the cursed magic stacked upon him, how powerful is his fear resistance?

The Dragon Language's "Disarmament" technique was ineffective against him, because in addition to gripping his weapon tightly, he also used Blood Ice to freeze the weapon and his hand together.

Modi turned his body, and with a casual twist of his Bloodflame Greatsword, he cut the Corpse Demon Lord who charged up from the right in half, along with his weapon.

On the left, another ghoul lord had just approached him when he bent down and chopped it in half at the waist with an axe.

After dealing with the invading enemies, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood flames, which melted a large area of ​​ice mist and landed on the heads of the remaining two Corpse Demon Lords.

In an instant, they transformed into two human-shaped pillars of fire, struggled twice, and were completely reduced to ashes.

He looked at the dragon priest not far away, and the dragon priest also looked at him, raised his right hand into a fist, and suddenly pulled it down.

A bolt of golden lightning struck out of nowhere, hitting Modi squarely on the forehead.

"Another dragon's lightning strike?"

Golden lightning struck his forehead, giving him a strange stinging sensation and charring the scales on his forehead.

He gripped the greatsword with both hands, plunged it into the stone bricks of the tomb, and, despite the constant lightning bolts falling from above, forcibly roused the corpses on the ground.

Whether it was the ghoul lord he killed or the ghouls killed by others, they all rose from the ground again at his command.

Their corpses were stitched up, covered in armor formed of frost, picked up weapons, and swung their blades at their former masters.

"What kind of magic is this?" Frostak was extremely shocked.

To make a dead ghoul rise again must involve the interplay of blood magic, necromancy, and even sorcery; even in his prime, he might not have been able to do it.

However, he didn't have time to study the mystery, because the figure burning with blood flames attacked him again.

At that moment, near the doorway, Elena swiftly raised her sword and slew a ghoul.

Just as she was about to rush to the next battle, she drew her sword and looked around, only to find that all the ghouls around her had been killed and converted into her own troops.

The horde of zombies was converging in one direction, and as she looked around, she saw them surrounding a slender figure.

Meanwhile, another blood-red figure was dancing with it.

"That's... Mortis?"

Although she didn't witness his transformation firsthand, Elena's intuition told her that it was him.

Even though he had transformed into a terrifying half-human, half-dragon form, she had only one thought in her mind:

"I have to do something to help him."

After careful consideration, she took out the only explosive bolt she had, strung the crossbow, placed her finger on the trigger, and aimed at the target.

Cold sweat streamed down her cheeks, but Elena's mind was completely focused, concentrating on another battlefield.

"...Now."

Taking advantage of the moment when the dragon priest was knocked away by a sword, she pulled the trigger of the crossbow, and the explosive bolt flew away.

The dragon priest, who had just risen from the ground, suddenly sensed something and reached out with his only remaining hand to grab the crossbow bolt.

He instinctively used force to break the arrow, and an explosion ensued.

As the flames engulfed the dragon priest, Modi immediately realized that his opportunity had arrived.

"Well done, Elena."

After casually praising Elena, Mordi took advantage of the fact that the Dragon Priest had not yet gotten up, suddenly rushed to his side, and swung the Sacrifice Axe without hesitation.

Before he could use a teleportation spell, the dragon priest's withered head was chopped off by the sacrificial axe and rolled several times on the ground.

The next moment, his body spontaneously combusted and was reduced to ashes in a few breaths.

All that remained was a damaged dragon scale robe and the dragon priest mask he had worn.

As the battle ended, Modi exhaled a cold breath, not immediately removing his distorted appearance.

He walked to Frostak's ashes, collected them as materials for spellcasting and alchemy, and also took the dragon scale robe and the dragon priest's mask.

"Both of these are good enchanted armor pieces, but unfortunately one is damaged, and the other... can enhance the power of dragon language magic, but none of us know dragon language."

Modi felt sorry for this, as he knew how powerful Frostak's dragon roars had been.

He then looked at Elena and found that the girl still had a silly smile on her face, as if she hadn't recovered from the compliment she had just received.

She's smiling so sweetly, it's like she's got too much sugar in her face.

"She laughs like this after just a few compliments; won't it be easy to manipulate her in the future...?"

He quickly stopped thinking; his remaining kindness no longer allowed him to continue contemplating the topic.

Elena, realizing her lapse in composure, quickly wiped her mouth and straightened up.

She looked at Mortis, who was still in his half-human, half-dragon state, and asked in confusion, "Mortis, why aren't you turning back into a human?"

Suddenly, a bad possibility occurred to her.

"You're not going to be unable to change back, are you?"

"I can go back to normal, but my clothes are torn now," Mordy stated frankly. "So I hope you can avoid me for a while."

Elena looked embarrassed, suppressed her curiosity, turned around, and faced away from him.

Two or three minutes later, Modi's voice came from behind her.

"Alright, you can turn back now."

Upon hearing this, she turned around eagerly, and a familiar face came into view.

"Luckily, I had Gan Wencui and the others bring a few extra sets of clothes," Mo Di said, busy putting on the dragon priest's dragon scale robe. "It's just that the dragon priest's robe doesn't fit quite right."

"The Dragon Priest just died, and you're already wearing his clothes?" Elena asked incredulously.

"There's nothing I can do about it. My armor is broken, but this dragon scale robe happens to have pretty good defensive capabilities."

He casually cast a cleansing spell on himself, picked up the Wendigo skull from the ground, tied it to his right shoulder, and finally draped a Wendigo fur shawl over his shoulders.

This is his complete form.

"This outfit is still the most reassuring," Elena whispered.

Modi paused, then bent down without changing his expression and picked up the dragon priest mask from the ground.

He dusted off the mask, cast a cleaning spell on it, and then slammed it onto Elena's face.

"Until you have enough strength, I suggest you wear a mask whenever you go out, otherwise your face will bring you trouble sooner or later."

"Hey, don't put this old relic on my face right away!" She quickly took off the mask, puffed out her cheeks, and looked at Modi.

"Don't worry, I've already used a cleaning technique on it. It's definitely cleaner than your clothes."

Mordy believed in his cleaning skills as much as he believed in his sword and axe.

Elena glanced at the dragon priest mask in her hand, patted it, and carefully put it away.

Turning around, she saw a dark mass of Otherworldly beings staring at them, their eyes glowing blue and radiating a chilling aura, their bodies covered in marks from stitches made by the cold blood true energy.

They were ready to fight at any moment's command.

The seven White Walker lords stood in a line at the front, the more intelligent of them kneeling on one knee, awaiting their new master's instructions.

After ordering the White Walkers to rest in place, Mordy, along with Elena, began searching the ancient storehouses of the Dragon Cult.

The Eye of the Soul easily detected the location of the hidden door, which was inside a stone coffin embedded in the rock wall.

Instead of looking for the switch, he simply pried the stone coffin off the rock wall, revealing the secret passage leading to the storage room.

"Let's go, it's time to divide the spoils."

He rubbed his hands together and pulled Elena, who was equally expectant, into the secret passage.

"hiss--"

As soon as Elena stepped into the storage room, she gasped. The dazzling golden light before her eyes almost blinded her.

"Is the Dragon Worship Cult really that rich?"

Before her lay piles and piles of gold coins, as well as a great deal of other treasures packed in chests.

"This is a sacred area of ​​the ancient Dragon Worship Cult, so of course there are many good things here."

Mordy took an enchanted longsword from the shelf, weighed it in his hand, and decided it was too light for him, so he put it back on the weapon rack.

This is reality, not a game. There won't be a system where only a small amount of coins and items are left for the sake of balance.

It is no exaggeration to say that one Frostmourne Tomb is comparable to three Frostfire Territories' lord's treasuries.