From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 86 is about marching north to serve the emperor and purging the court of corrupt officials.

The judge, executioner, and watchman were ruthless, even excessively so.

In reality, they all acted solely according to the laws of the kingdom.

As long as you don't break the kingdom's laws, they won't care what you do.

On the contrary, once the law is broken, even for the smallest thing, they may be sentenced to death.

Now, Modi is stuck on this bug.

On the one hand, he did break the law; on the other hand, he relied on the bodies of others to make the watchers helpless.

The three monitors would never harm those who had not broken the law.

"Don't waste your energy. Even if you hold power, you are of no use to me."

No matter how the old man shook the lantern, the blood-red shadow remained unmoved.

After repeatedly shaking the lamp to no avail, the old man frowned deeply, his eyes almost squinting into slits.

Although he could see the blood shadow inside, he did not know its true nature.

Instead, he sensed a presence from it, a presence that he found repulsive and dreadful.

This reminded him of the kingdom's former great enemy, the crawling mountain of corpses.

He spoke coldly:

"What exactly are you? Why do you possess the aura of a mountain of corpses... and the authority you wield?"

Modi's expression remained unchanged, but he became alert inwardly.

This old man clearly had a grudge against the Mountain of Wriggling Corpses; the two sides were obviously enemies.

As the god-killer who eliminated the mountain of corpses, Modi should have been very popular with him.

"If I said I killed Him and usurped His authority, would you believe me?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then gave an answer that surprised him:

"...I believe you."

"You believe it?" Mordy raised his eyebrows.

"Of course I believe it. Corpse Mountain is greedy and almost irrational. It is impossible for him to relinquish his power. The only way to obtain it is to kill him."

The old man explained calmly, his hostility diminishing somewhat.

He put down the lantern, and the light in his eyes dimmed along with the lamplight.

"But whoever you are, you must be punished for violating the laws of the kingdom."

His words were devoid of pity, only cold indifference; he didn't sound like a human being with flesh and blood, but rather like a cold, unfeeling program.

Modi crossed his arms, looked in the direction of the rebel stronghold, and pointed out without reservation:

"What about the rebels? They must have broken the law. Why aren't you punishing them, but instead negotiating with them?"

These words seemed to have hit a nerve.

He remained silent for a moment, the light in his eyes dimming slightly.

"The rebel leader does indeed have royal blood, albeit faintly, and is still the sole heir to the kingdom."

Since the death of the great Red Dragon King, she has been the only Red Dragon, and the kingdom needs her to sustain it.

She can be an exception.

"Oh, I see."

Modi smiled more broadly.

"So, in other words, as long as one possesses the Mad King's... Red Dragon bloodline, one can be exempt from the punishment of the law, is that right?"

The monitor nodded expressionlessly, confirming the statement.

"The law was made by our king and promoted by us; its only flaw is the lawmaker himself."

The law covers all of Camelot, and all who are there are bound by it.

After being alerted by the watcher, Mordy also noticed this intangible yet real thing.

It felt to him like the incantation upon the souls of those madmen outside the city.

"Some madmen outside the city possess something akin to law," he suddenly said.

"The two are of the same origin, and like the madness they have become, they both stem from the ramblings of our king in his sleep."

The monitor readily admitted this without any attempt to conceal it.

It gave Modi a feeling of self-abandonment.

"I never imagined that your king could cause so much trouble even in his sleep."

He lowered his arms, pulling another stream of blood from the wound.

Compared to the previous time, this time the quantity was greater, yet he precisely controlled it below the lethal threshold.

Blood congealed into a knife, which he held in his hand.

He turned around and swung his sword.

A flash of blood-red light appeared, and the Blood Transformation Divine Blade precisely deflected the approaching giant axe.

At the same time, the monitor raised his lantern, his eyes flashing with a blinding light, which shone on Mordy along with the lantern.

The immense pulling force acted on the Blood Shadow, but Modi, who was prepared, did not stand still and take the hit. He retaliated by throwing out two streaks of red light.

The Blood-Transforming Divine Blade split in two, one aimed at the watcher, and the other at the executioner who had arrived at some unknown time.

The monitor's eyelids twitched, and he raised his lamp to illuminate the red light.

The executioner simply swung his giant axe down, the blade igniting with flames to block the approaching red light.

When the two looked up again, they found that the blood shadow had already leaped out of its body, merged into the night, and escaped the royal city at an extremely fast speed.

The executioner, clad in black armor inlaid with gold, lowered his massive axe, his voice echoing from within the heavy armor:

"It got away, can you see where it is?"

The monitor nodded first, then shook his head.

"It's about to escape the city. Seeing it won't help; we can't get out."

That's a real shame.

Despite this, the executioner's tone remained completely unchanged.

"Let's go back first. We still need to discuss that prince's matter. Avalon, we can't afford any more chaos."

The monitor spoke calmly, and the lantern shone brightly, enveloping the two of them.

After the light disappeared, their figures vanished as well.

Inside the city, a mansion.

The hall was brightly lit, with flames flickering on candlesticks, dispelling the darkness but unable to dispel the lingering chill.

At the far end of the hall, a young woman, out of place with her surroundings, was gazing at a portrait on the wall.

The painting depicts a king dressed in full armor, wearing a crown, and holding a sword.

Because of the helmet, the woman couldn't see his face, but his emerald-like eyes were clearly visible.

"The great Red Dragon King, the ancient god from a distant otherworld, and my ancestors."

Gazing into those emerald eyes, the woman's lips curled into a beautiful smile.

"I, Eliza Green... Pendragon, will inherit your glory, and this kingdom, the long-lost Avalon."

As she stroked the tinderbox in her pocket, her excitement ignited like kindling, only to gradually subside.

As her passion subsided, she turned to look at the knight who had been standing by the pillar, her eyes seemingly filled with affection, and spoke gently:

"Lord Galahad, you'll be on my side, won't you?"

Galahad, one of the Knights of the Round Table in this generation, is a young and handsome knight.

"I will always be your sword and shield." He lowered his head slightly, concealing the fleeting embarrassment in his eyes.

However, the lingering blush on his face and the scent of pomegranate blossoms in the surroundings betrayed him.

Eliza nodded in satisfaction, and withdrew her right hand from the pocket containing the tinderbox.

"You will always have a place among the Knights of the Round Table."

She walked slowly to the window, wearing crystal shoes, and gazed at Camelot under the night sky.

The thought of those two ancient artifacts from the lost gods caused her previously wonderful mood to plummet.

"The matchbox and chain blade are nowhere to be found. Who was it that meddled? They deserve to die."

She had planned to take back the ancient god's relics after they had eaten and drunk their fill.

Who would have thought that they would be intercepted by someone else?

"Luckily, I still have a few relics from the ancient gods, enough to complete the usurpation ritual... Judging by the time, the Red Shoes should be back by now, right?"

She waited in the hall for a long time, but she still didn't see the pair of red dancing shoes.

Eliza's heart skipped a beat; a sense of foreboding filled her. She thought to herself:

"Oh no, it looks like we've been ripped off again."

Her expression grew increasingly gloomy, almost as if it could drip water.

She suspected that the person who stole the red dancing shoes was the same person who stole the first two ancient artifacts.

"When I ascend the throne, I will drag that man out and make him watch as he is mauled to death by hunting dogs," she swore.

Outside the royal city, the demon army's stronghold.

A series of blood-red shadows, like swallows returning to their nests, disappeared into the main tent.

Modi collected the Blood Shadow back into the Blood Pool, making plans in his mind.

"The Watchers only recognize royal blood. With the Mad King's blood in my veins, I might actually become a prince."

Besides, isn't the Mad King supposed to be the King of the Red Dragons? I also have a Blood Dragon form, so rounding up, I'm also a descendant of the Red Dragon.

He slapped his palm and suddenly realized.

It turns out that this wave was a northward march to support the emperor, a purge of corrupt officials from the court, and the return of the rightful heir to inherit the throne.

"I also vanquished the Red Dragon King's greatest enemy, the Mountain of Worms. This achievement further proves my legitimacy."

Modi then took out the red dancing shoes and placed them together with the chain blade and the matchbox.

"These three ancient artifacts, all originating from the same source, should all come from outside... Could they have been brought by that rebel leader?"

The rebel leader, who possesses the blood of the Mad King and has only recently emerged, is very likely the one who opened the prison door.

"Since she possesses the blood of the Mad King, and is very likely a member of the Green family... wait, could that letter have been intended for her?"

Mordy took out Adrian's letter and quickly glanced at it.

This letter was indeed sent to him. Could someone have tampered with it?

He became suspicious, put the letter away, and placed the red dancing shoes and chain blade in the River Styx, washing them repeatedly.

These two relics are different from Congxin's matchbox; they are quite unruly.

If they are not subdued, trouble will surely ensue.

Fortunately, Modi is good at dealing with tough opponents.

The red dancing shoes, once worn, will make you dance non-stop; this must be related to the fairy tale of the same name.

As for the chain blades, they bind the souls of surrounding creatures together, causing their bodies to fuse.

Both have unique functions, but neither is very useful to Modi.

It can only be used to analyze the power of ancient gods.

"I wonder which ancient god created it."

With only an hour or two left before dawn, Modi sat cross-legged and made the most of the time to meditate and restore his energy.

Since the opening of his Purple Palace, his soul has been very different from before.

More solid, more powerful.

During meditation, one can delve deeper into the etheric plane and even faintly see the astral plane above the etheric plane.

But you can only admire them from afar, and never actually touch them.

Some mages on the continent of Itniti believe that the world is divided into five layers.

The material layer, the etheric layer, the astral layer, the mental layer, and the divine layer.

Some people hold different views, but in reality, they all arrive at the same conclusion by different means, just in different ways of classification.

Modi was more inclined to believe this explanation.

After venturing into the ethereal layer, his soul somehow passed through a thin veil and saw the reality of the prison's bottom.

It was a breeding ground built of scarlet, where mad thoughts proliferated and spread.

A series of laws intertwined, binding most of the madness within.

Nevertheless, a small portion escaped the blockade, passed through the etheric layer, and sank into the material layer, spreading in the form of murmurs.

Some laws also discover the escapees of prisoners and, following their trails, they too fall into the material plane.

This is the true source of those madmen within the kingdom.

"What exactly is the Mad King's rambling... that has turned Him into this state?"

Modi carefully restrained his spiritual tendrils, not daring to touch the deepest parts.

He gazed at the scarlet warm bed from afar, and for some reason, felt a sense of familiarity with it.