From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 55 Dragon bite, frost bite

Despite not being able to see what was inside, a sense of unease still filled Ysera's heart.

Her intuition told her that something terrible existed inside, warning her never to go in.

But can she not go in?

She looked back at the path she had come from, where the roar of the dragon-headed chariot still echoed. Then she looked around her and saw that only two-thirds of the people who had come with her remained.

Even if she could turn back the way she came, if she went back like this, she would definitely be pulled down from her position as the eldest sister by the other members of the family.

He might even be punished by the mistress.

Therefore, she must bring back the ancient treasure trove of the Dragon Worship Cult. This would not only offset her merits and demerits, but also allow her to advance further.

Having calmed herself down, Ysera started walking.

"There's no need to hesitate, let's go in."

Rodrigo had no objection.

With their own thoughts, they silently passed through the passage and stepped into the sacred domain of the ancient Dragon Worship Cult.

The surrounding darkness suddenly dissipated, and both the Bishop of the Dragon Worship Cult and the eldest sister of the Shadow Blade family immediately realized that they had entered a barrier.

The sacred area was vast and empty, and the murals around it still faintly revealed the glory of the ancient Dragon Worship Cult.

Before them stood a towering altar, upon which stood a man and a woman.

When they gaze at each other, the other gazes back at them.

"Those two... I remember now, the man's name is Mormontes, and the woman's name is Elena."

The old mage Karen looked puzzled.

"But what about Windranger? Have they already left?"

"Windrunner?" Ysera's expression changed. "What else are you hiding from me?"

"Blabulation," Rodrigo thought, since he had already brought the people here, there was no point in hiding it anymore, so he decided to be frank, "These two people, together with Windrunner, committed blasphemy."

"You mean...they hunted a dragon?" Ysera and the dark elves she brought were no longer calm. "Why didn't you say so sooner? Did you want us to die?"

Sending them to face off against two people capable of hunting dragons is practically suicide.

Rodrigo waved his hand dismissively, "Calm down, those three Windrunners who are the main force of dragon hunters aren't here, only the two of them are."

"With our strength, we can destroy them. At that time, I will only take the Holy Relics, and everything else will be yours."

Wealth can be tempting, and besides, at this point, there's no turning back.

Isera gave him a cold look, forcing out a sentence from her throat: "You'd better remember what you said."

Then, staring directly at the figures on the altar, she shouted, "Shadowblade, tear them apart!"

"Kill the blasphemers and reclaim the holy remains!" Rodrigo also issued the order.

Behind them, the followers of the Dragon Cult and members of the Shadow Blade rushed towards the altar.

The youngest member of the Shadowblade family, Verana, took the lead, her gaze fixed on the two figures on the altar.

The mage Karen raised his staff, inlaid with dragonstone, and guided the aether to cast ancient spells derived from the dragon.

"Showing off your magic right in front of me? Don't you think I'm a sorcerer?"

Modi observed their behavior and simply beckoned with his index finger.

Karen, who was guiding the spell, immediately sensed something was wrong. Before he could react, the spell slipped out of his control.

Instead, it poured all of it onto a dark elf archer.

A beam of blazing light focused on the dark elf's head, followed by a celestial fire.

His entire body was set ablaze and he was instantly consumed by the heavenly fire.

Karen was stunned by the sight.

He immediately realized that one of the two was a spellcaster whose magical skills far surpassed his own.

Verana, who had rushed out long ago, was unaware of what was happening behind her. She had already approached the altar and could clearly see the figures on it.

The moment she saw the two figures clearly, her mind went blank for a split second.

It wasn't because of the girl on the left who was wrapped up tightly, but because of the tall man on the right who was completely encased in black armor.

She couldn't see the man's face clearly, but she could imagine what a ferocious face must be hidden under the helmet.

Just one glance was enough to overwhelm her with a fierce aura, as if she were facing a giant dragon, and fear grew rampant in her heart.

Despite losing the ability to think, her body still instinctively rushed onto the altar.

So much so that she didn't notice at all that the girl she had ignored had already bared her fangs at her.

Elena pulled her weapon from the ground; it was a greatsword forged using the Dragonfrost technique, a stark contrast to the girl's slender figure.

Her dragon-like strength allowed her to wield this enormous weapon with the same skill as her companions.

Her talent allowed her to learn how to use a greatsword from Mordine in a short period of time.

With the serrated side bearing dragon teeth facing down, the greatsword named "Dragon's Devour" slammed heavily down towards Velana.

Just as the dragon's bite was about to strike her, the dark elf girl snapped out of her fear, hurriedly stepped aside, and instinctively raised a completely black sword, trying to stop it.

But faced with such an unreasonable and massive weapon, the longsword was clearly of no use in blocking it, even though it was a finely crafted enchanted weapon.

The dragon's fangs mercilessly crushed the sword, followed by the left half of Velana's body.

Elena's movements did not stop; as her body turned, Dragon's Bite also turned.

Verana's right side was bitten by the dragon's fangs and saw teeth as she collided with her companions who had just charged forward, following the greatsword.

Everyone who came into close contact with the dragon was crushed to pieces, their bones and flesh pulverized, leaving no trace of each other.

After performing these two actions, Elena showed no expression, as if she had simply swatted some small insects.

Without a second thought, she raised the dragon's maw, smeared with minced meat, leaped up, and slammed it into the second wave of Dragon Worshipers, slaughtering them indiscriminately.

At the same time, Isela finally couldn't resist drawing her longsword, and Bishop Rodrigo beside her raised his gilded candlestick.

Upon seeing this, Modi exhaled a cloud of icy mist from his mouth.

A dense aura of blood spread out along with the icy mist, enveloping the entire sacred domain.

The extraordinary spell, [Mortis's Blood Feast].

Some dark elves who couldn't help but retreat and flee found that the entrance was blocked by a materialized fog gate, and they had lost their way out.

"What's this on the ground?"

A scream came from within the blood mist. Rodrigo looked down and found a large, wet patch at his feet.

The original stone brick floor has been replaced by a pool of blood at some point.

"This kind of spell that can alter the terrain over such a large area... that man is a powerful blood mage!"

He realized he had been tricked, tricked by Karen, and had come to believe Karen's words based on preconceived notions.

"The main force of the dragon hunters is probably not Windranger, but this Blood Mage." Ysera's face grew increasingly grim. "Rodrig, look what you've done!"

"It's too late to say anything now. We can only work together to take him down first," Rodrigo said in a low voice. "I don't believe that two of us, two Second-Rank Superhumans, can..."

"*Dragon Language [Imbalance and Expulsion]*"

With a loud bang, his obese body was sent flying uncontrollably backward, and the blood mist in front of him was instantly dispersed by the roar.

But because of this, he was able to see the source of the sound before he fell to the ground.

Rodrigo could hardly believe his eyes; he saw his god appear before him.

In the posture of death.

Mortisia spread her wings and roared, and the White Walker army awoke from the pool of blood. They roamed through the blood mist, brandishing their blades and reaping lives indiscriminately.

Some of them also mastered a martial art called "Zombie Fist," which is extremely unpredictable and possesses immense strength.

A White Walker walked up to Rodrigo, raised his ice blade, and was about to rip him open.

The fat man rolled nimbly, and the candlestick burst into dragon fire, burning the Otherworldly to ashes in the blink of an eye.

He tried to get up, but the blood in the pool suddenly became active, binding his limbs and torso, rendering him unable to move.

Mortisia walked to his side, exhaling the spiritual fire she had been brewing in her mouth, which fell entirely onto him.

"Ah! How blasphemous!"

"How dare you defile the great relics! Such blasphemy will surely be punished!"

Accompanied by screams and curses, the obese Bishop of the Balong Church gradually lost the ability to struggle.

The candlestick in his hand also fell to the ground, stained with blood.

"Your companion is dead."

A male voice came from behind Ysera. She was startled and turned around to see a greatsword covered in bits of flesh coming down on her.

Like Elena's Dragon's Bite, this greatsword also has one side covered with serrations.

After being reforged by Mordi, this greatsword has been greatly transformed. The addition of frost steel and dragon bone powder has made it even stronger, and the spells attached to it have given it the effect of the [Trembling Chill Curse].

Those who die because of it will have their spirits captured and flow into the "Bloodstained Book".

The remaining empty shell of the body will also be controlled by the Cold Curse, becoming a controlled puppet.

As the greatsword named "Frostbite" was about to fall on her, Ysera dared not take it head-on. She made full use of her agility, sidestepped the greatsword, and narrowly avoided it.

As the eldest sister of the Shadowblade family, her strength has been tested in numerous battles. Unlike Rodrigo, who was promoted through the grace of the dragon, her strength is of much higher quality.

In the instant she missed the greatsword, she thrust her longsword at the man named Mormontis.

The shadowy sword vanished instantly, and even Modi couldn't predict where it would land.

But he didn't need to judge; he simply let it pierce his armor.

Two crisp sounds rang out, but Mordi felt nothing, because Ysera's sword couldn't pierce his dragon scale armor at all.

Gripping the hilt tightly, he turned the blade and with a powerful twist, crushed Isela and her animated shadow that had circled behind him into mincemeat.

Ysera had only her head intact; the light in her eyes had completely vanished, and her expression was forever frozen in regret.

The blood mist and blood flowed back into Modi's body, transforming back into his power.

Within the Sanctuary, besides Modi and his men, there were only a few dark elves and Dragon Worshipers who had been specially left behind.

Elena walked to his side and leaned against him, her eyes sweeping over the prisoners held captive by the White Walkers.

She became alert as her gaze swept over the two dark elf women, dressed in very little clothing and carrying enormous treasure chests.

"Good heavens, how can dark elves be so evil?"