From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 57 The New World, Global Anomaly Alliance

"If Mortisia hadn't confirmed your safety through the soul contract, I would have rushed in already."

Elena punched him in dissatisfaction, striking his chest with a metallic clang.

Her expression contorted for a moment in pain.

"I'm sorry, I was so focused on an experiment that I lost track of time," Mordy said sincerely. "How much time has passed since I went in?"

"Ten days. For these ten days, I could only talk to Mortisia. You have no idea how bored I was."

She fiddled with a strand of her hair and glanced at Mo Di.

"By the way, a few days ago when I sneaked off to Baihe Town with it, I heard some incredible news."

"What news?"

"Frostfire Territory is gone." Elena shrugged.

Modi's eyebrows twitched as he thought of something he had neglected for a long time.

"Was it wiped out by a dragon?"

"That's right..." she realized, covering her mouth, "How did you know?"

"Just a guess."

Sure enough, Frostfire Territory was burned down by a fire dragon again.

In every save file he created, this unfortunate place always met the same fate.

After all, the Dragon's Lair in Frostfire Territory was hated by dragons too much.

"Thankfully, this has nothing to do with us," Elena said thankfully.

Modi shook his head.

"You're wrong. The destruction of Frostfire Territory will only make this region worse. The races from the Deeplands will probably come out very soon."

And then there's the Dragon Worship Cult; these cultists will surely be greatly encouraged and then do even more crazy things.

After a moment of silence, he spoke:

"Elena, I have to go out in a few days, for anywhere from seven days to a month."

Upon hearing this, Elena's previously languid eyes widened instantly.

"Are you going alone?"

"Yes, I can only go alone." He said seriously, making a point of adding "only."

"If anything happens and Frostmourne can't be defended, you'll go to the Naberai Catacombs with Mortisia. The location is..."

After he explained the way out, Elena wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

She trusted Modi; since he said he could only go alone, he must have his reasons.

All she had to do was wait for him to come back and protect their home and Mortisia.

Three days later.

Over the next three days, Mordy strengthened the security at Frosthill, setting up more magical traps and creating more White Walkers.

The White Walkers were fresh wights obtained from opening blind boxes in various parts of Frostmourne; the number of corpses buried there far exceeded his imagination.

The White Walker army was expanded to three hundred men, including fifteen White Walker Lords.

Modi not only personally spat out dragon frost to spray them with a layer of dragon ice armor, but also poured his own Styx death energy into their bodies.

Enveloped in the deathly aura of the Styx, their power far surpasses that of ordinary White Walkers.

Each strike is imbued with the [Trembling Chill Curse], which allows the attacker to drain life.

After killing an enemy, you can also transform the enemy's corpse into one of your own kind.

It's practically the nemesis of tomb raiders. Even Uncle Nine would have to exclaim, "I've encountered a frozen zombie in the cemetery, and I can't defeat it no matter how hard I try!"

Even the Dragon Worship Cult and the Shadow Blade Alliance of that day would have been defeated by them.

"Control of this unit is now in your hands and Mortisia's."

Mordi slung the Frostbite Greatsword over his shoulder, his dragon scale armor mimicking a black robe, as he bid a final farewell to Elena.

"Mortis, you'll take me on adventures when you come back, right?" Elena suddenly asked.

"Um."

His expression turned strange as soon as he finished speaking.

Why does this sound like someone setting a flag for themselves?

In order not to become an old general on the stage, he set off immediately.

Each step covered several meters, and they quickly disappeared into the snow-covered road.

He found a secluded spot where no one was around and activated the Ancient Blood.

......

As the sun sets in the west, a car drives up from the end of the road in the twilight.

Just after passing Lawrence Hospital, the car encountered some unexpected circumstances and had to pull over to the side of the road.

"Huh? Who's so inconsiderate as to scatter nails on the road?"

Modi got out of the car with a dark expression and found some nails on the ground.

This was clearly the culprit that caused his tire to blow out.

I've only been in the new world for less than three hours and I've already encountered this situation. I'm really unlucky.

He felt that some unseen force was guiding everything, and he couldn't help but become alert.

As a transcendent being at the peak of the First Seal Realm, he would not ignore his intuition.

Therefore, he took action the moment he sensed something was wrong.

Various protective and prophetic spells were instantly released, and the Eye of the Soul also worked in conjunction with spiritual awareness.

After processing the massive amount of information, a dense darkness appeared before his eyes.

"This is..." Modi's eyes sharpened. "Such a vibrant dark side. This world is probably not at peace."

Various negative elements surged with the activity of the dark side, including necromancy and blood magic, and all kinds of evil magic received a great boost in this realm.

"Isn't this indirectly increasing my power?" He asked with a strange expression.

Indeed, the [Styx Mark] is happily absorbing negative elements, continuously producing Styx death energy.

After modification, this extraordinary organ can operate on its own without active stimulation.

Just like the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys in the human body, these organs don't need to be urged; they work on their own.

"The world is out of balance between good and evil, and the overactive dark side may breed many evil creations."

On this planet called Earth, there truly exists extraordinary power.

There also exists a supernatural phenomenon response organization with global influence and official backing.

It is called the "Global Anomaly Alliance" and was founded with the support of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council and their henchmen.

As for why Modi knew about this matter in less than three hours after arriving, we have to mention his identity in this world.

This time, the identity that the Ancient Blood gave him was that of a top investigator for the Global Anomaly Alliance.

Responsible for investigating various unusual events caused by supernatural forces.

For example, this time, following the organization's instructions, he drove from Weston, in the Amelikan Commonwealth, all the way to the town of Korwick in the Black Forest.

The purpose is to inherit the old house left by a distant relative, and incidentally investigate the anomalies there.

"Speaking of which, my relative is too distant, I don't even know how many generations away, yet he specifically named me to inherit the family property, it's really suspicious."

Modi also suspected that the Global Anomaly Alliance might know some of the inside information, which is why they sent him to carry out this mission.

"Never mind, let's finish things here first before continuing on our way."

He got up from the ground, turned his head, and looked towards the grove of trees by the roadside.

"Hey you over there, were you peeking when I was checking the tires?"

The gaze pierced through the shadows of the forest and landed on a person wearing a long robe and a strange hood.

From the moment he got out of the car, the strange man with the equilateral triangle pattern on his hood stared at him.

His gaze was filled with malice.

Since this person harbors ill intentions, Modi has no intention of letting him go, regardless of his identity.

Not to mention that this strange man had already drawn his knife and was walking quickly toward him.

What they want to do is already quite obvious.

Just as the two were less than five meters apart, Modi slightly raised his hand, and a pale wrist was revealed from his sleeve.

A moment later, the strange man froze on the spot, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, and his limbs twitched uncontrollably.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, he swelled up and exploded like a balloon, sending bits of flesh flying everywhere.

As the Styx's deathly aura shifted, all the bits of flesh that were about to splatter onto Modi vanished.

Although he lost someone who might have known the information, he did not feel sorry for him.

Because there are many people like that around here.

He turned his head and scanned the area, his eyes reflecting the images of people wearing triangular hoods.

Without exception, they were all dressed in the same outfit, holding short knives, and their eyes were filled with intense malice.

"Are you his companions?"

Modi showed no fear, but instead looked at their attire with great interest.

"So they're cult members. No wonder they didn't run away when they saw this, but instead rushed towards me."

Dozens of people rushed towards him. If he were an ordinary investigator, he might have tried to escape.

Then contact official authorities to intervene in the investigation.

But Modi was different. When he saw these dozens of cultists, his only thought was to kill them all.

The cultists trampled over the flesh and blood of their companions, but before they could even get close to Modi, the flesh and blood beneath their feet began to mutate.

The minced flesh melted into blood and flowed into the mouths and noses of the cult members.

They also convulsed, their weapons fell to the ground, and were swept up by the blood and slashed at their throats.

In less than five seconds, only two people out of the dozens present were still alive.

The rest were assimilated by the blood, and their spiritual essence was absorbed into the Bloodstained Book, adding dozens of useless, unfinished pages to Modi's book.

"Not a single one of them is useful. You guys are really useless."

Stepping through the blood, Modi walked up to the two remaining people.

With each step he took, some of the blood on the ground would turn into a blood mist and flow into his body.

Until all the blood on the ground disappeared, only dozens of white skeletons remained.

Upon witnessing this bizarre scene, the two cult members showed no fear; instead, they began to hurl insults.

If they're not even afraid of this, they're no ordinary cult members.

"I'm curious, even though I'm using [Fear Aura], why aren't you ordinary people afraid of me?"

"Bah, heretic! You will be condemned to eternal hell, your soul forever condemned..."

Before the cultist could finish speaking, Modi dislocated his jaw.

"It's that hell thing again. Can't you come up with a different excuse?"

For example, being resurrected by an out-of-control robot after death, and repeatedly experiencing torture, death, and resurrection.

They were also forced to reveal everyone they knew, so that the out-of-control robots could resurrect and torture them.

"Or perhaps you'll be played with by four strong men for three months and taste the flavor of your own life."

The entire process was recorded and made into tens of thousands of copies for the world to enjoy.

The two cult members stared blankly; to them, going to hell was the most vicious curse.

Have you ever heard of such cruel tortures?

"Alright, I think I can see the problems with you guys."

Modi sighed. Things hadn't gone as he expected. These cultists were imbued with a fanaticism that made them willing to charge forward no matter what they encountered.

Now that he has broken their constant fanaticism, the two cultists have been exposed for who they really are.

They looked at the man before them, fear spreading through their hearts.