69novels Chapter 79 Dragon Slayer Spear, 3rd Seal, Divine Leather Armor
Chapter 79 Dragon Slayer Spear, 3rd Seal, Divine Leather Armor
The flames of hell flared up.
In the open space in front of Green's old house, a group of "people" were busy at work.
The little devil swung his hammer, striking the chisel again and again.
The dilapidated prison door was thus chiseled into several pieces.
The shredded pieces were moved to another open space.
There is a furnace here, with the fires of the dead burning inside, melting the pieces that are brought in one by one.
Eight lower-ranking demons, led by Bazett, stood around the furnace, strictly following the eight-pointed star formation.
They spew out all sorts of foul language in the language of the death row.
The forces of blasphemy and evil are channeled into the furnace, causing a qualitative change in its contents.
A black line flowed out from the small opening of the furnace, flowing towards a container next to the furnace, where it gradually accumulated.
Once it had accumulated enough, Modi, who was standing guard nearby, urged the Styx River to swirl up the high-temperature extract and repeatedly wash and refine it.
It then shapes it with its spiritual consciousness.
Meanwhile, runes were engraved on the surface of the device.
Finally, following the Dragon Frost forging technique, he exhaled a mouthful of Dragon Frost.
The frost penetrates into the device, cooling it while also incorporating some of its extreme cold and ice-lightning properties.
"Finally finished."
He held a uniquely shaped weapon in his hand.
Judging from its shape, it is more than three meters long.
The blade alone, which resembles both a sword and a spear, is nearly a meter long.
This sword and spear were clearly designed for hunting some kind of large creature.
In fact, this was a weapon that Mordi had created for hunting dragons.
To hunt large monsters, you need to use extra-large weapons.
"The unique metal extracted from the prison gates has a suppressive effect on the enemy's supernatural powers."
"The forging technique of the evil iron from the Death Prison makes it even more compatible with my power."
"The final infiltration of dragon frost improved the conduction efficiency of ice and lightning."
Modi raised his gun and aimed it at the farm in the distance outside the town.
The spear was coated with a layer of ice lightning, making the entire spear appear larger, almost seven or eight meters long.
His spiritual sense locked onto the target, and he threw the spear with all his might.
A flash of blue lightning tore through the sky.
In an instant, lightning struck from the sky, and the sinister farm was wiped out.
All that remained was a large crater flickering with electric arcs.
Modi raised his hand again, and the spear transformed into lightning, appearing in his hand.
"The power is sufficient."
The Dragon-Slaying Spear had been refined by the River Styx, and was connected to his mind; it could also be stored in his Purple Mansion.
Similarly, Frostbite and Dragonfire can do the same now.
Only the Axe of Sacrifice cannot do this; it is essentially part of the demon god.
If Modi can really do it, then he won't be far from usurping the power of the demon god.
"The purple mansions of ordinary cultivators are either flying swords or other magical treasures, but mine is a hunting rifle and a giant sword."
Shaking his head, Mo Di glanced at the two people peeking out from behind the old house wall.
"Alfred, bring them here."
"Yes, sir."
The butler's ghost emerged from some unknown corner.
He went outside into the yard and brought David and a child inside.
"Mr. Mormontes"
David, holding the child's hand, hesitated and said:
"That explosion just now, was..."
"I did it, just to test the power of the new weapon," Modi readily admitted.
David was speechless for a moment.
This so-called new weapon is as powerful as a missile.
When he first noticed the explosion, he thought World War III had started, and he was so scared that he ran to the safest place.
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
Modi noticed his hesitation and took the initiative to point it out.
"Yes, I plan to leave the Black Forest using the only truck in town."
He patted the boy next to him, and seeing that the boy still looked dazed, he sighed.
"I plan to send the child back to headquarters for a check-up to see if there is any possibility of treatment."
Although the child was not related to him, he couldn't bear to abandon him.
It would be best if he could be cured, but if he can't be cured, we should try to find his family.
If they are still alive.
"Let me see."
Modi waved to the boy.
The boy thought for a few seconds before slowly walking up to him.
With a quick scan of his spiritual sense, he discovered the root of the problem.
"The soul is incomplete, and the wisdom is impaired."
Wisdom, or insight, is one of the components of the soul, and it relates to the ability to understand.
The boy naturally lacked some of his wisdom, which made him appear slow-witted.
However, there are advantages; at least he has a hard time seeing things he shouldn't see.
"Perhaps he's a good candidate to be an investigator."
"I wouldn't dare let him work in our line of work, lest he get sold out one day without even knowing it."
David gave a wry smile and asked again:
"Would you like to come back with us?"
"No, I have other things to do. There are still hidden dangers in the Black Forest."
As Modi gazed at the endless black forest, a sudden sense of urgency arose in his heart.
Like the divine blood, the Mad King's blood was also urging him to find blood of the same origin.
He only learned that Zephyrus was not the only Ancient God here after he received the blood of the Mad King.
That mad king is hiding in the Black Forest.
These two old enemies, one imprisoned and the other hiding somewhere in the Black Forest, are both causing endless harm.
Modi was planning to pull off another heist with Vilant, so he didn't intend to leave so soon.
"Speaking of which, so much time has passed, and neither the Global Anomaly Alliance nor the Federal Government has sent anyone to look for us. Could something have happened outside?"
"I don't know. If anything happens, I'll come back here as soon as possible and let you know."
After David finished speaking, he packed his luggage and set off while it was still early.
"Bazette!"
After he left, Mody called Bazett over.
"How many demons do I have now?"
"There are 288 in total, including 72 lower-ranking demons and 216 lesser demons."
Bazette gave a report in a responsible manner.
"The number of demons is approaching a sensitive threshold. If this continues, it may attract the attention of the Lord of Death Prison."
"Then stop the operation and bring all the demons here," Mordy commanded.
The town of Korwick is very hospitable, and no town resident would object to them staying there.
It's probably because they're all dead.
The goat-headed demon obeyed.
The demons in the Death Prison were transferred to Kowick.
For those who were not bound by the law, Mordi personally took matters into his own hands.
First, give them a good beating.
Then force them to sign the contract.
Only at the very end were class laws implanted into them.
"Another group of inherently evil demons have been converted, and I have accumulated countless merits."
After temporarily settling his monster subordinates, Modi returned to the old house and sat cross-legged.
He looked inside his body and took out the half of the authority from his Purple Mansion.
He needed to prepare before venturing into the Black Forest.
It would be safer to condense the third mark before entering the Black Forest.
"My middle and upper dantian each bear a mark, so let's place this third mark in the lower dantian."
The remaining half of the authority involves flesh and blood, and the Red Death, which perfectly enhances his ability to control and refine blood.
As for how to condense the mark, he had also prepared the corresponding method.
He had previously contacted Vilant again, and exchanged a portion of the Ice Dragon's inheritance with this dimensional lord for a cultivation technique.
This technique is called the "Blood Hound Demon Technique," and you can tell it's a demonic technique just by hearing the name.
It is said that it was created by the same person as the [Purple Mansion Concentrating Spirit Talisman], but was modified by Vilant and became a hybrid of two different things.
If you follow the steps, you will gain the corresponding demon's abilities for each type of demon bloodline you consume.
In theory, if one can gather eighty-eight different demon bloodlines, one can advance to a higher-ranking demon and become a Blood Hound Demon.
"Even Virant himself doesn't guarantee he can master it, so I'll just use it as a reference. Luckily, he gave me the original."
Modi compared the modified version of the Blood Hound Demon Art with the original, studying this technique tirelessly.
It must be said that this technique has a sinister quality.
The modified version is alright, except it requires devouring demon blood.
The original version was already outrageous, requiring cultivators to bury themselves in places teeming with deathly and malevolent energy, severing their own heart meridians.
After forty-nine days, one can initially master the technique.
To become a blood corpse without a heartbeat or breath.
After that, it must remain active at night and hide during the day, absorbing large amounts of essence and blood in order to gradually transform into the ferocious beast Blood Hou.
The Hou is a mythical beast. Adding the word "blood" before it is to distinguish it from the Hou.
"To train into such a ferocious beast, one must consume an immeasurable amount of blood; it's truly extreme."
It doesn't fit his peaceful personality at all.
Modi shook his head and continued to dissect the technique, extracting the parts he needed.
Controlling blood, refining blood, fusing blood.
A month later, Modi condensed his third mark.
His lower dantian was already a pool of blood.
The blood pool, formed from authority, is his third mark: [Blood Transformation].
A river of the underworld flows into the blood pool, serving as a link between the River of the Underworld and the Netherworld.
The three marks are interconnected and support each other.
Ordinary people would not even last a breath against him before their flesh and blood were stripped away, turning them into a pool of pus and blood.
He also had complete control over the Red Death.
He could spread the Red Death at any time if he wanted, unleashing a Red Death plague.
All the infected creatures will become his provisions.
"The temptation is too great. No wonder most people who practice demonic arts end up falling into depravity."
Modi's expression was strange; judging from this, he was also a demon.
"I still need to keep up the disguise so that no one can find out who I am."
He thought for a moment and realized that besides blood magic and necromancy, his best skill was ice magic.
Perhaps he could disguise himself as an ice mage.
If one were to enter a world of immortals, one could also disguise oneself as a similar being.
"Now that the third mark is complete, it's time to set off for the Black Forest."
Modi got up and walked out of the old house.
He summoned the demons of the town and called upon the remaining monster army.
On the day he emerged, he wiped out most of the flesh monsters.
Aside from those that become consumables, only special units like the Fleshweaver and the Corpse Explosion Hive remain.
The demons all donned armor of flesh woven by the Fleshweaver.
Within the demon realm, a five-person council, headed by Bazett, established rules for class division.
Demon soldiers can only wear low-level armor, making them look extremely cumbersome.
Demon commanders, on the other hand, can wear advanced armor, which is often thinner and lighter.
Contrary to their appearance, their defensive capabilities far surpass those of low-level armor.
This also reflects the iterative technological progress made by meat weavers.
As for the highest-ranking five-member council, they wear even more advanced clothing made from monster face skin.
The surfaces of these garments are covered with twisted and overlapping monstrous faces, inspiring fear in those who behold them.
They even thoughtfully prepared a set for Modi.
This set is also the highest grade; it's made from the flesh and blood of ancient gods collected while using them to fish in troubled waters.
"...Aren't you guys pushing me towards the demonic path?"
Donning the scarlet divine leather coat, Modi's lips twitched.
"That's quite thoughtful of them; they specially made it red for me."
He was afraid that others wouldn't realize his identity as the Blood Demon.