From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 63 Bridge Building Association, Memory Alteration, Mind Monster

The blood flames engulfed everything, but only burned flesh and blood, without damaging the buildings.

After completing their mission, these eerie and cunning flames disappeared into their master's body like weary birds returning to their nest.

After being transformed by the [Styx Mark], it was all converted into the death energy of the Styx River.

"No wonder people often say there are great opportunities between life and death; a mere few dozen cult members are worth more than my years of arduous cultivation."

It makes perfect sense that the enemy, having faced life and death, would gain an opportunity.

This was the result of his continuous purification of the Styx Death Qi. If he hadn't been so focused on quality, he could have refined even more Styx Death Qi.

However, I prefer to call it, "Good deeds are rewarded."

The blood-stained book had dozens more unfinished pages, and the dragon bone lantern had an equal number of souls.

Mordy pulled Liszt's soul from the lantern and watched with amusement as it was burned by the spiritual fire.

"You damned demon, our Lord will surely punish you, and Judgment Day will surely come!"

Even as he was being scorched by the spiritual fire, he continued to curse, making Modi almost think he was the villain.

"It seems the firepower of the spirit fire is not enough. I'd like to see just how steadfast your faith truly is."

He directly intensified the flames of the spirit fire.

The pain that pierced his very soul made Liszt immediately stop cursing.

All that remained were screams.

David watched as he tortured Liszt, listening to Liszt recount the evil deeds he had committed, and the last trace of sympathy in his heart vanished.

As it turned out, Lister's faith was not firm; after being burned by the second-gear spiritual fire for a while, he confessed everything.

Modi felt it was a great pity. Above the second gear, he still had the third and fourth gears to use, and he wondered who was so lucky as to be the first to experience them.

"The Bridge Builders' Association?" David muttered the term. "Why is your church called that?"

"We want to build a bridge, a bridge connecting the spiritual and the material world."

Lister said tremulously, his soul appearing even more ethereal after the torture.

"We want to help the great God escape from the prison of the spiritual world, so that He can descend into the material world and give us meaning in our existence."

It turns out to be just another group of lunatics summoning evil gods.

Judging from the current situation in Orlando, they probably haven't succeeded yet.

"We have succeeded."

Liszt's words were like dropping a depth charge into calm waters, creating a huge upheaval.

David's expression changed drastically, and Mordy frowned.

"What did you say?"

With a slight tremor, he almost turned the spirit fire up to level three.

Startled, Liszt's soul trembled for a moment before he answered:

"A week ago, we held a ceremony in ward 106 and successfully summoned a part of God into the material world."

"So, you're saying that Harrison's disappearance was caused by you?" Mordy pressed.

"Yes, it was once the channel between God and the material world. After God sent a part of himself down, it lost its function and was abandoned by us."

Simply put, he/she is dead.

"Where is your god now after he descended?" he pressed.

"He is... no, I can't say!"

At this point, Liszt regained his faith and resolutely refused to reveal anything related to the evil god.

Modi silently adjusted the spirit fire to level three, and then to level four.

"Hmph hmph hmph ahhhhhh!"

Lister lasted less than three minutes before confessing everything.

"He, He doesn't have a physical form, but exists in the minds of the entire town; He, ah, He has come!"

He looked towards the hospital entrance, and if he weren't in spirit form, he probably would have been moved to tears and prostrated himself on the spot.

"My lord, have you finally come to save your servant?"

Modi looked towards the entrance and saw that a group of townspeople had surrounded the hospital.

They must have been attracted by the commotion earlier; they were all armed with weapons, either guns, knives, or pitchforks.

He looks like a local with a strong sense of martial arts, and might just start an American-style iaido at any moment.

They were expressionless, staring intently at the two people in the hospital lobby.

The blood and flesh remains in the hall had completely disappeared; all they saw was a mess, and they had no idea what had happened there.

"Are they also members of the bridge builders' association?"

David had already raised his gun, but when he saw Mordy beside him, he felt that his action was somewhat unnecessary.

"Most likely."

Modi stared at the group of people, or more precisely, at the figure who slowly walked out.

He was a young man with blond hair, blue eyes, and a handsome face, with a gentle smile on his face.

When he passed by, all the townspeople would lower their heads, and their eyes would show a sense of awe.

It was as if they were worshipping a deity.

The man walked up to all the townspeople, exchanged a glance with Modi, and smiled:

"Mormontes, this should be our first meeting, right?"

"It's our first meeting, but how do you know my name?" Mordy retorted, one hand already resting on the axe handle.

He could tell at a glance that this man... was not human.

Rather, it is some kind of grotesque thing disguised in human skin.

"Of course you told me yourself," the blond man said, clasping his hands together elegantly. "You told me as soon as we met."

"Did I say that?" He squinted, re-examining his memory.

"Of course you said that. Think back carefully, it was when we first met."

The blond man smiled even more warmly.

Modi also recalled his earlier experiences.

In the early hours of the morning, when he first arrived in Orlando, it was this blond man who showed him the way.

"That's right, I provided you with a place to rest and even brought you into our group, so you should..."

"I should have shot you dead!"

Modi raised his gun and fired.

Blood and flames burst forth, and the man's upper body was instantly torn apart.

The pieces of flesh plunged into the crowd behind him, but mysteriously disappeared without triggering a chain reaction of blood flames.

"Bang!"

The Dragonfire Shotgun continued to spew blood and flames, blasting the blond man's lower body into a bloody mess.

Glancing at the bewildered David, Modi simply slapped him across the face.

The burning pain on his face instantly jolted him awake. He covered his swollen face and belatedly asked:

"What just happened?"

"Someone has tampered with our memories, trying to brainwash us into becoming cult members as well."

This ability to modify memories is truly terrifying; in just a few words, it inserted a large section of non-existent memories into his memory.

If he hadn't been so familiar with this method, and if that memory hadn't only penetrated the surface of his memory and hadn't failed to break through the defenses of the Seed of the Mind, he probably would have succeeded.

"Don't talk to them, don't think along with what they say, don't respond to anything they say, just kill them."

Although the cultists were caught off guard, they had all realized what was happening by now.

Especially after the blond man died, they went crazy and rushed into the hospital, ignoring Modi's threats.

Those wielding melee weapons charged straight ahead, while those with firearms disregarded the safety of their companions and fired without hesitation.

"Are they crazy?!"

David rolled over and hid behind the counter, occasionally drawing his gun and firing at the cultists who rushed in.

"How dare they shoot in when their comrades are still inside?"

"Who knows? Judging from their expressions of utter despair, the person I just killed was probably of high status."

Modi was completely exposed in front of everyone, and he remained unfazed even when bullets flew right up to him.

With magic protection, blood flame barrier, and dragon scale armor, no bullet could harm him.

The Dragonfire Shotgun never stopped, pouring out bursts of blood-red flames.

Cult members who rushed forward were repeatedly beaten to a pulp.

Blood mist filled the air, and corpses littered the fields.

He took a deep breath, and the blood mist was transformed into Styx death energy by the [Styx Mark], replenishing his energy.

The more he fought, the stronger the Styx's death energy became, and the more courageous he became.

When facing a Blood Mage, numbers are never an advantage.

As long as they still have flesh and blood.

"That's a huge number. Just how many of them are there in Orlando?"

David changed to another magazine. There were already three empty magazines at his feet, and a pile of spent bullet casings.

However, outside the hospital, cult members continued to flock in.

"I'm afraid they've already taken control of most of the town," Modi replied in a deep voice.

There are probably over 700 people in the entire town of Orlando, and at least 100 of them rushed towards them.

And this number is still growing.

"Who exactly was that blond man? Why did his death drive these people crazy?"

David gritted his teeth, took out a book made of human skin, cut open his palm, and let the blood flow onto the book.

Ice spikes grew from the pool of blood, piercing through some cultists who couldn't dodge in time.

The killing continued, and gradually, Mordi sensed that something was wrong.

His killing efficiency did not decrease, but the amount of blood mist he produced as a result decreased dramatically.

Some corpses don't even produce blood mist.

There is only one possibility.

"These are all fake."

Modi glanced at the endless stream of cultists; their numbers hadn't decreased at all, remaining the same as at the beginning.

What was chilling was that he discovered a cultist who rushed in had a face that was exactly the same as the corpse on the ground.

A clone? Obviously not.

They are not even human.

"We've been fighting a bunch of fakes for who knows how long."

Moreover, they have no soul.

"Illusions? No, my soul eye and spiritual sense saw them, and they can weaken magical defenses."

If they are not illusions, then what are they?

In a moment of intense thought, he remembered a quote from Liszt.

"He exists in our minds... Could it be a monster that relates to thought and can interfere with reality?"

Upon realizing this possibility, his expression turned serious, and he fired several high-explosive blood flame shells to clear the area.

Before the next wave could surge in, he grabbed David and rushed towards the nearest window.

With a casual sweep, Shuang Niu forcibly demolished the windows and walls.

He picked up David, leaped onto the rooftops, and darted between houses, running away from the hospital.

On the ground, cultists, comparable to clones of gangsters, relentlessly pursued them.