From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 84 Royal City Rebellion, 3 People in 1 Body, Blood Shadow Divine Skill

"After the king fell into a deep sleep, chaos ensued throughout the kingdom."

Little Red Riding Hood sighed.

They followed the troops northward and witnessed firsthand how chaotic the kingdom was.

Refugees forced to leave their homes by the plague, residents of the royal city who fled south due to persecution, and villagers who lost their livelihoods and turned to banditry.

People like this are everywhere on the street.

"The kingdom wasn't like this before; the good old days are all in the past."

Modi ignored her sentiments and was thinking about something else.

How did the Red Death get here?

The plague that broke out in the kingdom was actually the Red Death.

The sick refugees he encountered had red spots all over their necks, fever, and rotting internal organs—all symptoms of the Red Death.

After quietly healing them with the Third Mark, Modi casually collected some samples and analyzed them.

This was clearly the Red Death.

But who brought it in?

"Could it be the person who came in before me?" He thought of his first suspect.

As I was pondering, a commotion arose ahead.

Bazett immediately ordered his men to go forward and see what had happened.

A short while later, several soldiers returned, leading some prisoners.

"These people attacked us, but they were all dealt with," a soldier reported.

Another soldier said, "They seem mentally unstable, please be careful."

Modi nodded and waved for the soldiers to leave.

He walked up to the prisoners and looked them over.

These prisoners were ragged and carried simple weapons; they were perhaps villagers who had lost their livelihoods.

Unlike ordinary refugees, they saw only madness.

Even as prisoners, they still dared to bare their teeth at Modi.

After investigating, Modi found, as expected, that their souls had been corrupted by madness, and correspondingly, by laws.

The existence of laws and regulations allowed them to be somewhat connected to humanity.

For example, use weapons when available, do not harm your companions, and stay at the camp if the target has not been found.

Without these, they would probably fight amongst themselves, or even drop their weapons and tear each other apart.

They are no different from wild beasts.

Have you encountered refugees like this before?

Modi looked at Little Red Riding Hood and the three pigs.

Both shook their heads.

"We've encountered refugees before, but they were all relatively mentally sound."

"I see."

He continued looking back at the refugees.

Even spiritual awareness could not detect the source of the madness.

Instead, they found parts of human bodies in their stomachs.

"Kill them," Modi waved his hand.

Bazett immediately swung his knife.

Several heads fell to the ground, their eyes dimmed, but their madness remained undiminished.

"This is troublesome; these guys' souls are polluting."

Modi frowned slightly and waved his hand, sweeping away their corpses and souls.

The troops continued north and encountered more refugees.

Most of them were driven mad, and would charge even if they saw demons ten times their number.

Modi spared none of those who went mad.

Flesh and blood dissolve in the River Styx, and the soul returns to the pool of blood.

These are all valuable consumables, materials for his research on magic.

For those who were more mentally sound, Modi gave them some food.

If anyone contracted the Red Death, he would quietly cure them.

After traveling for a month, the royal city of Camelot was finally in sight.

Gazing at the towering, majestic city and the wisps of black smoke rising from it, Modi asked the refugees before him:

"You mean, there's been internal strife in Camelot?"

"Yes, yes, a person of unknown origin, claiming to have royal blood, has joined forces with half of the Knights of the Round Table to start a rebellion."

The refugees were terrified by his attire and confessed everything without even needing to be threatened.

"Right now in Camelot, the Inquisitors' faction is fighting against them, and it's unknown who will ultimately prevail."

Modi understood, and then looked at the three locals in the group.

What do you think?

"I don't know." Cinderella shook her head. She had never been to Camelot and knew nothing about the situation there.

Little Red Riding Hood insisted:

"The judges and those people are not good people."

Mordy glanced into her golden eyes and asked why:

Why?

"The judge's judgment is not fair; even the smallest mistake will be magnified to the extreme."

The executioner only obeyed the judge's orders, and those he targeted almost never kept their heads.

There was also a watcher who monitored every move in the capital, providing intelligence to the judges.

Surveillance, trial, and punishment.

The three are interconnected.

"There was once a man in Camelot who got into a fight with his neighbor. Both of them were sent to the execution ground by the judge and were eventually beheaded by the executioner."

The case Little Red Riding Hood described made Modi feel that the three people were somewhat extreme.

However, there shouldn't be any need for beheading.

"This is not an isolated case, but a widespread phenomenon," Little Red Riding Hood added.

"The most terrifying thing is that as long as you are being watched by the surveillance team and are still in Camelot, there is no way to escape the trial."

Even if they resisted, no one could defeat the executioner, not even all the Knights of the Round Table together.

She spoke in a mysterious and esoteric way, but her expression was very serious, as if she wasn't exaggerating.

Mordy noticed her last sentence.

Since she dared to say that, someone must have actually done it before.

"Were there any Knights of the Round Table who ever rebelled against them?"

Little Red Riding Hood nodded and began to explain to him:

"Yes, the second generation of Knights of the Round Table rebelled, but the executioner killed them all by himself, and finally a new batch of Knights of the Round Table were replaced."

I never expected this generation of Knights of the Round Table to dare rebel. I bet they won't have a good end.

A hint of sarcasm played on her lips, clearly indicating her pessimism about the future of the Rebellious Knights.

From her words, Mordi thought of something else.

Could it be that the three judges have been able to maintain their power because they have the authority of the Mad King?

Surveillance, trial, and punishment correspond precisely to the three major powers.

"Should we still enter the royal city now?"

After hearing Little Red Riding Hood's words, Cinderella's good impression of the royal city vanished completely.

Arken twirled his paintbrush, looking relaxed, and said:

"Just listen to the boss. To be honest, I'd really like to go inside and take a look. Maybe the capital city can give me some new inspiration."

Bazette remained silent, his back ramrod straight, maintaining strict class etiquette.

It was also waiting for Mordy's command.

But it won't say anything or offer any advice until Mordy speaks.

Unless required by those in power.

After a long silence, Mordy made his decision.

"Let's find a place far away from the capital to set up camp first. Once I've mastered the magic, I'll investigate the capital's true strength."

He has few substitute dolls left, so he can't be as carefree as before.

Only by relying on the third mark and developing a new life-saving spell could he penetrate deep into the royal city.

Because of the law, the soldiers had no objections.

Under Bazett's arrangement, they found a suitable open space and began to set up camp.

"My lord, your tent is set up. Please come in." Bazett bowed respectfully.

Modi moved to the main tent, casually spread out a wolf skin, sat cross-legged, and looked inward at himself.

In the lower dantian, the blood pool is calm and undisturbed, connected only by the Styx River, completing the circulation between the three dantians.

This time, Modi decided to draw on the method of resurrecting corpses to develop a new method of creating a substitute.

He mobilized the souls floating in the River Styx, washing them into pure soul fire, and then drew blood from the blood pool and shaped it into form.

The blood, enveloped in the deathly aura of the Styx, gradually took on a human form under the guidance of spiritual consciousness.

Two hours later, a human-shaped blood shadow hung above the blood pool.

Although it had a human form, its facial features were indistinct, and it had no male or female characteristics on its body. It exuded an evil aura.

Upon closer inspection, one can discern a small section of the Styx River flowing slowly within the blood.

It doesn't look like a good thing.

Staring at the distorted features of the Blood Shadow, Mo Di felt slightly embarrassed.

"I originally wanted to create a better model for it, but I overestimated my skills... I'll just make do with it for now and practice more later."

Aside from the poor modeling, Blood Shadow is quite good in every other aspect.

Ordinary three-seal extraordinary beings will have their souls immediately sucked away if they are attacked by the Blood Shadow, which will fuel its ferocity.

The remaining physical body will become the vessel for the Blood Shadow.

A spark of soul fire fell into the blood shadow.

Modi then sent a thread from his own soul through the blood shadow and onto its head.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Blood Shadow raised his hand and kicked his leg, his movements becoming increasingly fluid.

Later on, whatever Modi thought, Blood Shadow did.

"Not bad, much more advanced than the Akhenaten Corpse."

He called this technique the "Blood Shadow Divine Skill".

In addition to its ability to devour souls and seize bodies, this blood shadow also carried the Red Death Plague.

Once killed, it will self-destruct on the spot, spreading the Red Death.

Those infected with the Red Death will, according to Modi's pre-set plan, comprehend the [Blood Shadow Divine Skill] from the residual spirituality of the Red Death.

Unlike Modi, those who wish to cultivate this skill must endure excruciating pain.

First, peel off your own human skin, then use needles to open your acupoints, and then use blood flames to refine your body.

Enduring such torment until the entire body is transformed into a bloody shadow is considered the completion of the training.

The torment during this process is beyond what most people can endure.

"I need to refine a few more Blood Shadows."

With his soul strength, he can control up to twelve blood shadows at the same time.

"First, refine twelve Blood Shadows, then infiltrate the royal city to check the situation."

With the experience from the first time, and by completely abandoning modeling, he only needed less than an hour to create a blood shadow this time.

For the rest of the day, he focused solely on refining the Blood Shadow.

It wasn't until nightfall that the twelve blood shadows were finally fully formed.

Inside the Purple Mansion, Mo Di looked at the line of blood-red figures before him and nodded in satisfaction.

"After incorporating the technology of the substitute doll, each blood shadow can serve as my resurrection coin."

He glanced at the blood pool, which had shrunk somewhat, and a wicked thought arose in his mind.

"There are still many people in the royal city..."

Before the evil thought could spread, he decisively cut it off and entered a meditative state once again.

He opened his eyes about four hours later.

"As expected of the demonic art I created, even I, its creator, almost fell into it."

However, since he is the creator of the Blood Shadow Divine Skill, he would never allow it to control him.

The cultivation method should serve people, not make people the puppet of the cultivation method.

"It's time to head to the capital."

With a thought, twelve blood shadows flashed out from his body, lifted the tent flaps, and sped towards the royal city.