From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 73 Equal Deaths, Unequal Processes

The once sacred and solemn church is now stained with blood.

Heretics, monsters, demons, and wizards are all locked in a fierce battle.

Below the stage, the townspeople and the monster fought each other.

On the stage, the old priest, the Voodoo sorcerer, and the goat-headed demon engaged in a passionate fight.

It was truly a complete mess.

On the stage.

Even though he was mortally wounded, the old priest did not die immediately.

The Red Death endowed him with unimaginable vitality.

Seeing that the enemy was no pushover, he ripped off his mask.

Her neck, covered in red spots, was exposed.

He roared again in anger, and blood seeped from his body, staining his clothes red.

He was a blood-soaked figure, like the Red Death Demon incarnate.

"The Red Death can be activated on its own?" Mordy's eyes lit up.

After activating the Red Death, the old priest became incredibly strong and as fast as a ghost.

Even Arken and Bazett could hardly predict his actions.

Instead, they were completely overwhelmed and disoriented.

Bazett was cunning by nature and did not confront him directly.

He took a step back and began to harass her with demonic magic.

They might release swarms of poisonous flies or turn the ground into a swamp.

In contrast, Voodoo sorcerers are much more direct.

Relying on his body, which was devoid of pain and impervious to harm, he went straight for it.

Trading injury for injury.

"Damn wizard, damn demon!"

The old priest, harassed to the point of despair, cursed loudly and then explained the consequences:

"Disrupting the Carnival will cause the Red Death to break out, and you will not escape your fate!"

"Simple, just wipe out the Kwek."

Modi stood up, his voice slightly hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.

The old priest saw that he was holding a sharp axe.

Blue and white flames rose from beneath his feet, burning him into a torch.

Behind him, wings woven from spiritual fire had already grown fully.

It was spreading outwards, scattering sparks.

This is the effect of the Sacrifice Axe.

After being upgraded to a mid-level demon artifact, it possesses even greater power.

The influx of spiritual energy made his form more like that of a deathbird.

"He who sows iniquity will reap disaster, and the rod of his anger will be broken."

He looked at the old priest, paused, and then said:

"Break his limbs and hang him at the stake."

The Demon God, the Deathbird, is suspected to have once worked as an angel.

He was once a henchman of the Lord of Ten Thousand Armies.

Seeing the church desecrated, He was not in a good mood.

The power of the division has also increased considerably.

Arken and Bazett readily obeyed his command.

Led by resurrected corpses that were neither alive nor dead, they grinned as they pounced on the old priest.

The old priest swung out the spiritual chains, intending to extract the soul of Bonn from the resurrected corpse.

This would free Arken from his control over the body.

Arken had anticipated this and borrowed the spiritual fire through a soul contract.

Before the chains could even get close, the spirit fire burned them to ashes.

"not good!"

The old priest cried out in pain and was knocked to the ground by a burly body.

No matter how much he struggled, Arken did not get up.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bazett stepped forward and peeled off the old priest's limbs one after another.

They also used demonic magic to weaken his regenerative abilities.

Freeze it in a stick-like state.

Following Modi's instructions, they found a pillar and chained the old priest to it.

"Do you know how the Vatican treated heretics during the witch hunts?"

Aken grinned mischievously, and Bazett picked up where he left off:

"They'll use fire, believe me, it won't be pleasant."

"Shut up, you heretics! You have disturbed the sacred Carnival sacrifice; you will be punished by the gods!"

The old priest was still cursing.

"Sacred? What a grand and noble phrase."

Modi laughed, pointed to the writhing chunk of flesh not far away, and said:

"You call that sacred?"

Although he kills people, extracts their blood, and refines their souls, he will not harm innocent civilians.

Enemies, bandits, cultists... these are his targets.

Moreover, he didn't think it was anything sacred.

"God allows His people to regard all heresies as food. Though they wear the same skin as us, they are the lowest of beasts."

The old priest's words effectively reduced everyone outside of Kowick to livestock.

Modi was speechless.

This thing is probably only comparable to Tantric Buddhism.

He was too lazy to argue with the old priest, so he simply swung his axe at him.

The axe of human sacrifice was driven into the old priest's body, but it did not kill him immediately.

Instead, a spiritual fire ignited, scorching his soul.

"Hmph hmph hmph ahhhhhhh!"

The old priest's wailing echoed in the church.

Judging from his complex and vast soul, the spiritual fire should be able to burn for a long time.

"I wonder how many people he ate, so that his soul could withstand such a burning flame."

This act of absorbing souls without purification will only make one more insane.

Considering that he is a fanatic, this might not have any effect on him.

Modi looked back at the church, observing the battle situation on the other side.

The townspeople either struggled amidst chunks of flesh or were disemboweled by the devil.

Even if only the head remains, those trapped inside the flesh cannot die.

All I could do was watch my body being digested inch by inch.

The demon ripped open his chest, removed his ribs, and dragged out his lungs, arranging them into the shape of a blood eagle spreading its wings.

"The Viking Blood Eagle Ritual? The demons know about that?"

Arken turned his head away, unable to bear looking at the scene.

"Isn't this a bit too cruel?"

"Otherwise, death would be too merciful to them."

There was no pity in Mordi's words.

"They, and those who died because of them, should always be treated differently."

Death is equal for everyone, but the process before death can be unequal.

Inside the church, wailing continued.

Mordi was exchanging experiences about the Blood Eagle Ritual with the demon.

This ritual served two purposes: punishing enemies, pleasing the Norse gods, and so on.

Legend has it that if a person undergoes the Blood Eagle Ritual without uttering any screams, they will ascend directly to Valhalla.

No matter what sins he bears.

But very few people can actually do that.

At least these townspeople can't do that.

According to the demons, they learned this ritual from a Norse wizard.

Later, they used this thing to torture people.

To harvest the tormented soul.

"From a mystical perspective, this thing is indeed useful."

Modi looked at him strangely.

He personally conducted a Blood Eagle Ceremony.

The textbook-perfect technique left the three lower-level demons in awe.

"Even the wizard who taught us back then wasn't as skilled as you," the Blood Lion Demon said admiringly.

Modi shook his head.

"That's not important. What's important is that this ritual is indeed reshaping the soul of the person being tortured."

The pain, induced by the ritual, has a repercussion effect on the soul of the person being tortured.

They were molded into "heroic spirits".

The more patient you are, the faster you will progress.

No wonder there's a legend about the Blood Eagle Ritual leading directly to Valhalla.

Outside the church, darkness surged.

Modi looked out of the church.

He was the first to notice something was wrong.

As the townspeople die one after another, the darkness outside begins to stir.

Monsters live in the Black Forest, and they are often active at night.

He knew that.

I just hadn't paid attention to it before.

"They wouldn't make such a fuss when the townspeople were alive. What are they afraid of?"

After thinking for a moment, Mordy cut off a piece of rotten flesh infected with the Red Death and threw it outside the church.

The monster in the darkness retreated in fear.

"Yes, they are afraid of the Red Death."

He noticed that a monster had been accidentally hit by rotten flesh.

The two became entangled.

Before long, the monster became extremely violent and even dared to rush into the church.

Modi looked closely.

It was a giant wolf with jet-black fur, almost blending into the darkness.

It stands about 1.3 meters tall at the shoulder, clearly a supernatural creature.

A foul stench wafted towards us.

He darted forward, drew his Frostbite Blade, and slashed with it.

The giant sword cleaved the wolf in two from bottom to top.

"His strength is roughly equivalent to that of a beginner in the Innate Realm, comparable to a first-level Transcendent."

They're nothing to fear, mere clay chickens and earthenware dogs.

Having assessed its strength, Modi was about to dissect the corpse.

Outside the church, several more wolf howls echoed.

The wolves stormed into the church.

The demons were on high alert.

Only Modi remained calm and composed, drawing his Dragon Flame and pulling the trigger.

Bloodflame bullets kept firing, shattering the bodies of wolves one by one.

"Sixteen, seventeen, and here."

He turned and fired a shot, forcing back a wolf that had sprung out from a corner.

This wolf is considerably larger, so it must be the king of the pack.

Even after taking a full spit, it only lost half of its body.

Seeing that the situation was not good, it began to retreat and attempted to leave.

Modi naturally wouldn't let it go.

He flapped his spirit wings and shot out two spirit fire feathers.

The wolf king couldn't dodge in time and was pinned to the wall by feathers.

The spirit fire coiled around its body, rendering it unable to move.

After that, the monster that had been lurking in the darkness gradually retreated.

They also knew that the people inside were not to be trifled with.

"Bring the tools."

He gave the order, and Bazett quickly fetched the dissection tools.

It has become a good dog.

Taking the tools, Modi dissected the most complete wolf king.

Compared to ordinary wolves, its muscle and skeletal structure are very different.

It even has an extra supernatural organ.

Modi used Voodoo magic to forcibly establish a connection with the wolf king's soul.

Then they can control its body.

The moment the connection was established, he frowned.

"This thing...it wasn't formed naturally, was it?"

He then turned his attention to the souls of the other wolves and found that they were all in the same situation.

The wolves' souls may appear normal, but they are actually on the verge of madness.

The wolf pack can still maintain order thanks to something etched deep in their souls.

"Wolf pack members must obey the wolf king; wolves must not kill each other; wolves must hunt together; wolves..."

These things were called "laws" by Modi.

At the very bottom, there are only two lines, indicating a clear hierarchy within the wolf pack, with the lower ranks unconditionally obeying the higher ranks.

"Who implanted these insane souls?"

Modi was puzzled and tried to input a command into the wolf king.

The wolf king dragged his half-dead body to his feet and howled to the sky.

The shadows on the ground wriggled and solidified into the shape of a wolf.

Ten seconds later, three smaller black wolves appeared, staring at him warily.

"Shadow elemental life?"

These three black wolves are physical entities formed from elements, and they only obey the commands of the wolf king.

Modi could only control the wolves by controlling the wolf king.

Their relationship can be described as "the vassal of a vassal is not my vassal".

The wolf king didn't use that move just now, probably because he acted too quickly.

It didn't even realize what was happening.

They tried controlling the wolf king dozens of times.

During this time, his spiritual consciousness remained fixed on the wolf king, collecting data.

This allows us to crack and reproduce the underlying technology.