area51novel Chapter 5 Wendigo
Chapter 5 Wendigo
The claws clashed, producing a metallic clanging sound.
The axe blade, burning with blood flames, and the claws, encased in ice crystals, were locked in a stalemate for a time.
"What incredible strength," Modi said, but he didn't take a single step back. "It's confirmed, he's definitely a superhuman in the process of forming."
Wendigos generally possess superhuman-level power, but newly formed ones are an exception.
This means that even without using the pages to enhance his abilities, he is capable of contending with or even defeating this Wendigo.
"You have made many serious mistakes."
Modi did not specify what the mistake was, but stepped forward, exerted force with his arm, and swung his axe to knock away its icicles.
Ancient blood flowed throughout his body, and combined with the Blood Burning Technique, his body temperature rose rapidly, and his strength surged accordingly.
It looked quite red and warm.
As the axe blade fell, the Wendigo's roar echoed throughout the entire catacombs.
Just moments ago, one of its arms was severed at the root, and it only realized what had happened after everything had settled down.
"I have a rough idea of where my current strength stands."
Even without using the pages of the book, relying solely on the ancient blood and the Blood Burning Technique, Modi is enough to rival the extraordinary beings on the path to formation.
Converted to in-game levels, he would be roughly between level 9 and 10. The next step would be the level of a superhuman.
However, to become an extraordinary being, simply reaching a certain level is not enough; one also needs to create their own unique extraordinary seed.
In a game, this is called job change.
"Wendigo, your extraordinary seed should have already begun to condense."
The crimson cloak, formed from blood and magic, fluttered in the wind as Mordred swung his battle axe, fiercely clashing with the enraged Wendigo.
After the pain of losing its hand, it became even more cunning and ferocious, and used magic to reconstitute an ice claw.
"I happen to be lacking a sample of an extraordinary seed, so your arrival has come at just the right time."
The Constant Spell: Preemptive Strike continued to work, allowing him to anticipate Wendigo's attacks perfectly every time.
The magical shield kept the wind and snow out and also helped him resist the Wendigo's evil magical harassment.
Mordi grew more and more excited as the battle progressed, his melee skills becoming increasingly proficient. At this moment, he looked more like a warrior than a mage.
He treated the enemy before him as a whetstone, relying solely on his own strength to fight against him.
As for the Bloodstained Book? We'll consider that after he's squeezed every last drop of value out of Wendigo.
In contrast, the Wendigo became increasingly cunning, preferring to evade rather than confront directly, and favoring to attack with its evil magic.
The only sounds in the tomb were the sounds of their battle; even the wind was drowned out.
Another fierce clash ensued. Wendigo's ice claws were shattered by the Blood Axe, but this time it revealed a cunning smile, taking the opportunity to jump back and create distance.
As soon as it landed, it exhaled a deep breath, and the shards of its ice claw merged into it, turning into a chilling mist that blew towards Modi.
The icy wind raged, completely disregarding the magical defenses and penetrating straight through them.
Modi's body temperature plummeted, his skin cracked and bled, and he developed many new wounds.
"It seems you've found a loophole in the magic protection."
In the blink of an eye, he could no longer find Wendigo; all that remained before him was a vast expanse of white.
Wendigo did not leave; it hid in the icy mist, intending to wear him down.
Having guessed the enemy's thoughts, Mordy remained unconcerned, saying, "I told you you've made many mistakes."
The scarlet cloak draped over him suddenly came to life, extending several bloody thorns that pierced into the bodies of the bound Others.
As the White Walkers screamed, their bodies gradually withered, becoming the casting material for the apprentice-level spell [Crimson Healing].
At the same time, Modi's wounds healed rapidly, and the blood energy consumed by the Blood Burning Technique was replenished.
"First, you shouldn't have brought so many health packs to a blood mage."
He had begun planning as soon as he saw these White Walkers, using a minimal amount of blood flames in conjunction with bloodthorns to trap the blood packs.
"Second, what makes you think the ice fog can effectively conceal your figure?"
In his eyes, a line of blood connected him at one end and extended into the depths of the icy mist at the other.
During the confrontation, he seized some of Wendigo's blood. With this blood, the constant spell Bloodline Perception was enough to locate its position.
Modi sprang up and plunged headlong into the icy mist, his battle axe swirling with blood-red flames as he cleaved heavily towards Wendigo.
Before its incredulous gaze, the Blood Axe sliced through its icy armor like a hot knife through butter, embedding itself in its neck.
It was just a hair's breadth away from severing its head.
Before it could even catch its breath, Modi's slightly hoarse voice rang out again:
"Third, who gave you the courage to step into a mage's territory?"
Although Mordi excels in melee combat, he is still a mage who, after inheriting his teacher's legacy, had long ago transformed this underground tomb into his own shape.
His rune traps were everywhere in the underground tombs, except for the sacrificial chamber, because the runes would interfere with the rituals, which was one of the reasons why Devia was so easily killed by him that day.
A sense of foreboding rose in Wendigo's heart. He lowered his head slightly and saw several spell runes flashing on the ground.
"...Wendigo profanity*"
In an instant, a large number of bloodthorns wrapped around it, along with raging blood flames.
A crimson torch, entangled in thorns, appeared on the field, from which a pained male voice emanated:
"Julia, please help me!"
Upon hearing this, Julia, who was hiding in the corner and barely surviving on the spool of film, looked up sharply and exclaimed in surprise:
"Gain, is that you?"
"Yes, it's me! I'm fighting against the will of the evil spirit. I was almost able to regain my body! Quick, save me! Don't let my body be destroyed!"
Julia was stunned, and it took her a while to react before she stammered:
"Master, look at him, he's in this state, why not give him some time..."
Just as Modi dodged Wendigo's frantic grabs, he turned his head and gave her a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"
"Impossible, it can't be done."
Upon being rejected, Julia's rationality snapped instantly, and her romantic thoughts took over, causing her to go berserk on the spot:
"He's already like this, can't you give him a chance? What if what he said is true?"
Even if he was lying and managed to break free, couldn't you defeat him one more time?
Besides, aren't you a mage? Couldn't you research a way to restore him to his original state? There are plenty of peasants out there; killing a few would be enough to feed him. Why do you insist on killing him?
This woman is noisy and doesn't make any sense.
However, at least Modi saw through her character, and even if he were to kill her, he would not cross his bottom line.
"Julia, a cruel and evil blood mage like him would never listen to you."
Having temporarily repelled the enemy, Wendigo hurriedly pleaded for help in a male voice:
"Quickly, use the scrolls you have!"
Once again, Julia's romantic thoughts took over, and without a second thought, she pulled out a spell scroll to activate it.
Fourth, why do you think I would entrust my back to a woman like this?
Modi snapped his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, a large number of bloodthorns bound Julia tightly.
Bloodthorn confiscated all the scrolls and other items she carried.
"From the moment this woman started telling her story, I felt like she was out of her mind, and I never let my guard down around her."
After hearing her words, I felt even more that she was a damned scumbag. "As for you, Gain, is that your name?"
Mordy never stopped thinking, and he quickly retrieved memories of [Gain] from his mind.
Based on the game's storyline he experienced, there is indeed a person named Gain in the future Itnity.
Skilled in ice magic, extremely charming, and had affairs with many noble ladies.
But behind the scenes, he was a cannibal, a complete madman.
"You didn't die, but merged with the evil spirit, am I right?"
Pure Wendigos don't want to become human or have that kind of relationship with human women; they only eat people.
Either Gain somehow merged with the evil spirit, or the evil spirit was tainted by the bad parts of Gain's soul.
Still bound in place by the Bloodthorn, the Wendigo fell silent. After a few seconds, it spoke again in that male voice:
"Spare my life, and I will teach you the Menger Spirit Fusion Ritual."
"Menger's Spirit Fusion Ritual? Menger..." Mordy narrowed his eyes; he was very familiar with the name [Menger].
That Mengele is an immortal being, a character who will only appear in the middle of the initial world's storyline.
Currently, it is still in the early stages, and only a few immortals in the entire Itnity are able to move around. The others are either isolated in some corner or exiled to another world and have not yet returned.
Mengele is not one of the few living beings who can move around, so Modi cannot contact him for the time being.
"You dare to negotiate with me? From the moment you stepped into the crypt, your life has been in my hands."
Modi had no intention of negotiating with it; he had his own methods of obtaining intelligence.
"Your value as a whetstone is gone; you're no longer needed."
Bloodthorn and Bloodflame had nearly exhausted Wendigo. He stepped forward and, along the gap he had just cut, chopped off its head with an axe.
"I will cherish your skull for the rest of my life."
Wendigo skulls are excellent spellcasting tools and materials, especially for ice and necromancy spells.
The moment its head hit the ground, Wendigo fell silent. It never expected its enemy to be so decisive until its death.
Grasping the Wendigo's horn with one hand, Mordy turned around, smiled gently at Julia, and said in a voice as gentle as possible:
"Don't worry, I won't lay a hand on you."
This is the daughter of the Frostfire Lord; killing her yourself will surely leave her with a mark of revenge.
Therefore, it is necessary to use someone else to do the killing; a corpse demon or a small animal such as a bear or wolf would be a good choice.
After he showed his sympathetic side, Julia was indeed less afraid.
The smaller head replaced the larger head, and she seemed to think that Modi was a good person and could be used for moral blackmail.
Or perhaps the death of her lover drove her even more insane; in any case, she acted like a shrew, hurling insults and even threats at Mordi.
"You killed my knight, I will never let you get away with this! Prepare for the Alvarez family's revenge, you damned wild mage!"
Upon hearing this, Modi's smile became even more friendly.