From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 41 Dragon Priest Florist

In the spacious main burial chamber, which was transformed from a cave, a large number of stone coffins were arranged in an orderly manner around the burial chamber, guarding a high platform in the center.

These stone coffins were either laid flat on the ground or embedded vertically in the stone wall; there were too many to count at a glance.

Through his Soul Eye, Mordi could see that each stone coffin contained a ghoul, including seven well-equipped ghoul lords.

On the central high platform stands a wide stone wall, densely covered with many dragon-language characters.

In front of the stone wall, a solitary stone coffin lay horizontally. There were no other coffins around it, which clearly indicated that the owner of the stone coffin was of noble status and extraordinary position.

The one lying there is undoubtedly the master of this place, the dragon priest Floristak.

"So many stone coffins, how many ghouls are inside?" Elena's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, and her right hand unconsciously went to the hilt of her sword.

"Roughly speaking, there are about a hundred stone coffins here, which means each of us will have to fight three ghouls."

Mordy had thirty-one White Walkers under his command, and with him and Elena, there were a total of thirty-three.

They are not numerically superior.

However, in terms of quality, each White Walker is far superior to the wights, and taking on three at once is no problem.

He himself could annihilate all one hundred ghouls by himself, provided that the dragon priest did not intervene.

"Elena, take care of yourself."

With one last word, Modi ignored Elena's reply and stepped into the sacred domain of the ancient Dragon Worship Cult.

The moment he took his first step, all the stone coffins in the sacred domain began to move, and terrifying low moans belonging to the ghouls emanated from them.

Sensing an invasion of the sacred domain, the members of the ancient Dragon Worship Cult finally awoke from their slumber.

For them, the sacred site symbolizes the glory of their former masters and must never be defiled.

"They're just a bunch of dead bastards without a master. It's better for the dead to lie obediently in their coffins."

Modi's face was icy, the sacrificial axe pointing straight ahead, "Crush them!"

Behind him, the White Walkers roared, and the two leading White Walker lords flanked him, shouting in dragon language:

"*Dragon Language [Imbalance and Expulsion]*"

The roar tore everything in its path apart, triggering and destroying all the magical traps along the way.

Magical runes exploded one after another, leaving traces of frost, flames, lightning, and poison on the only path leading to the high platform.

"As expected of a Dragon Priest, just like those lunatics in the Court of Eternal Day, they both like to set traps in their own sacred domain."

After the dragon's roar dissipated, Modi transformed into an arrow released from a bow, dragging his giant sword as he charged toward the high platform.

The magical aura flickered around him, indicating that he had stacked up his buffs and was ready to go in.

He rushed up the platform in a few strides, raised the giant sword high, and then brought it down heavily.

Even the heavy stone coffin couldn't withstand his smash.

On the high platform, the stone coffin that had been making a strange noise broke in two in an instant, but Mo Di did not show any joy on his face. Instead, he frowned and a hint of doubt flashed across his face.

"Where is the Dragon Priest?"

He stared at the sunken stone coffin, which was completely empty inside, and immediately became wary.

"No!" He jerked his head up, gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, turned, and swung it horizontally. "Here!"

The heavy sword slammed into the magic shield, dulling it considerably.

The greatsword and shield were locked in a stalemate, and his gaze fell on a pair of eyes glowing green, meeting the eyes' owner, a dragon priest named Frostak.

The dragon priest who suddenly appeared before him was emaciated, wearing a robe that seemed to be made of dragon scales, and a mask of unknown material on his head.

He exuded a rich aura of undead beings, his feet not touching the ground, hovering in front of Modi.

"Who are you? Why do you trespass into the sacred realm and defile the glory of my Lord?"

Frostak spoke, his hollow voice coming through the mask.

"Just an ordinary mage." Modi raised his sword with both hands, took a step forward, and drew a perfect arc from bottom to top with the sword, slashing at the dragon priest above.

The already crumbling shield shattered instantly, and the greatsword continued its relentless slash towards Frostak.

"You call yourself a mage, yet you act like a warrior. Do you really think I can't see through you?"

Before the greatsword touched the dragon scale robe, Frostak had already vanished into thin air, leaving only his words echoing in the tomb.

"A spatial spell?" Mordy's eyelids twitched, and his Soul Eye scanned the surroundings without blind spots, locking onto the Dragon Priest's location in less than a second.

Without any thought, his body sprang into action.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, as if wielding a spear, and charged towards the dragon priest.

With less than five steps away from the enemy, he thrust his greatsword forward, the blade making its first contact with the dragon priest's dragon scale armor.

Without giving Frostak a chance to retaliate, he suddenly exerted force in his arm, lifting the greatsword upwards and sending him flying into the air.

Modi, seizing the opportunity, leaped high into the air and brought his greatsword down with him.

This jumping strike sent Frostak crashing to the ground.

He intended to continue his combo, but the dragon priest on the ground suddenly disappeared, just like the previous two times.

"Very well, you have successfully angered a priest."

Frostak's voice came from all directions, this time tinged with anger.

"Considering the divine blood flowing in your veins, I will give you one last chance: submit, or die."

His words left Modi completely bewildered.

In the Dragon Worship Cult's view, dragon blood is divine blood, but where would a normal human like him get dragon blood? He's not a descendant of dragons.

"You're saying I have dragon blood flowing through my veins? How come I know nothing about that?"

Modi gazed at the dragon priest not far away, who was now being protected behind him by the newly resurrected ghoul lord.

"Undoubtedly, you do possess divine blood within you, though it is extremely rare. Yet you shall still join us as priests serving our god."

Upon hearing the dragon priest's words, he raised an eyebrow, vaguely suspecting that when he activated the ancient blood, the scale from that unknown dragon might have added a small amount of dragon blood factors to him.

But none of that matters. Once he successfully hunts the dragon, he will become a true Ice Dragonborn.

In a flash, Modi put on a fake smile. "I'm very interested in the plan you mentioned. Why don't you come over and have a heart-to-heart talk with me, and we can discuss my plan for joining the cult? What do you say?"

Unfortunately, his acting skills were still too immature compared to the dragon priest who had lived for countless years.

"You should lay down your weapons to show your sincerity," Frostak said coldly.

"Tsk, I've been so sincere, and you still won't agree." Modi took a deep breath and exhaled a chilling mist. "Negotiations have broken down, attack!"

The Others, who were fighting the wights, received instructions and began to exhale icy mist.

Before long, the entire Holy Domain of the Dragon Worship Cult was shrouded in icy mist.

At the entrance, the icy mist transformed into a nearly solid wall of fog, just like the fog door in the old man's boss room, separating the tomb from the outside.

"Losers should be consigned to the dustbin of history, let alone a bunch of traitors like you who have betrayed humanity."

The Dragon Cult's subservient attitude towards the dragon race meant that Modi could never join them.

He had his sights set on the god worshipped by the Dragon Cult, so how could he possibly be subservient to the dragon race?

That would be absolutely impossible.

The biting icy mist continued to absorb the energy and magic of the enemies within it. Even the dragon priest Floristak lost his composure and raised his hand to signal his seven ghoul lords to unleash their dragon roars.

"*Dragon Language [Clear Sky]*"

The seven ghoul lords were all extraordinary beings who had lived for hundreds of years in life. Even after they died and became ghouls, the dragon language they had learned was still firmly engraved in their bones.

The combined roar of the seven dragons cleared away the surrounding ice mist, revealing Modi, who was hidden in the mist.

But this period of time was enough for him to get close to his enemy.

The spell is cast instantly, and the curse spreads through sight.

The 【Trembling Chill Curse】 was activated, and all seven Corpse Lords were plunged into a state of spasm and frostbite. Only the Dragon Priest resisted the curse with his dragon scale armor.

At the same time, Modi's sacrificial axe quietly arrived.

No Corpse Demon Lord could stop this demonic artifact, which was specifically designed to attack undead creatures, not even for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the heads of the two ghoul lords flew high into the air. The dragon priest's lightning chain was only just released at this moment, but it missed Mordi, leaving only a scorch mark on the ground.

Modi's figure disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, the icy mist once again enveloped the surroundings.

Frostak's expression behind the mask gradually became ferocious. He raised his withered hands, and his immense magical power transformed into leaping golden arcs of electricity, radiating outward from himself.

"Golden lightning, is this a gift from the dragon?"

Golden lightning passed through Modi's armor and flowed into his body, causing a tingling sensation that made him groan involuntarily.

"The glory of our Lord must not be tarnished. Since you are unwilling to join us, then die in the light of our Lord!"

The leaping lightning was grasped in the dragon priest's hand and condensed into a golden lightning spear.

A chill crept up Modi's spine.

The pulsating arcs of electricity gave Frostak the enemy's location. He locked onto his target, and his withered body unleashed tremendous force as he hurled the lightning spear.

Modi's sense of crisis reached its peak, and he subconsciously raised his sword to protect himself.

The golden lightning spear struck the greatsword, and the electric current traveled through the alloy to his body, accompanied by waves of excruciating pain, which fueled his rising anger.

The page on good brothers is still working its magic; the "Burning Killing Intent" entry fuels the tyranny in his heart, causing him to display a twisted appearance.

His body was covered in blood-red scales, and he had transformed into a half-human, half-dragon form, which greatly shocked Frostak.

"Why do you possess such a gift?"

In his view, the dragonification of Modi was undoubtedly a blessing, a blessing from the dragon.

Transforming into a dragon is the core goal of the Dragon Worship Cult.

"No, you have not yet fully transformed. Once I have captured you, I will uncover the secrets within."

Beneath the mask, the dragon priest's eerie green eyes blazed with fanaticism. He conjured another lightning spear and hurled it at the twisted dragon without a second thought.

"Now that you have seen the real dragon, why don't you worship it?" Modi neither dodged nor evaded, but stretched out his long dragon claw and slapped away the thunder spear.

He crouched down, his hind limbs, now with reverse joints, bent, one free dragon claw supporting him on the ground, while the other gripped the greatsword tightly, hoisting it onto his shoulder.

"You seem to have been somewhat disloyal to the dragon."

He casually pinned a crime on him, and then Modi vanished in a blur.

When it reappeared, it was in front of the dragon priest.