From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 30 Am I Catching Myself?

In the Naberai catacombs, two mages stood facing each other, seemingly amicable, but undercurrents were swirling beneath the surface.

"Lord Falga, what exactly are the Lord's orders?" Mordi feigned doubt, but in reality, he had already guessed Falga's intentions.

They were simply there to find Julia's killer and, incidentally, to meet Devia.

Perhaps the latter was his true purpose.

Falgar smiled slightly and took out Lord Gustavo's secret letter.

Showing a secret letter directly to an apprentice might be against the rules, but in his eyes, Modi was already a dead man, and dead men wouldn't cause trouble.

"The lord's most beloved daughter, Julia Alvarez, is dead. She died in the wilderness surrounding Frostfire Territory."

He sighed, seemingly very regretful.

"She was such a lovely and sensible girl. When she saw me, she would affectionately call me Uncle Falgar. But a scoundrel took advantage of her kindness and tricked her into leaving Frostfire Territory."

After that, I don't know what happened, but she died in the wild.

Falgar had a fairly good impression of Julia, after all, she always deliberately maintained aristocratic etiquette when dealing with people of the same social class.

As for the common people? Who cares about these bastards who grew out of the mud?

Julia wouldn't, and Farga certainly wouldn't.

He was a mage who graduated from the Frost Tower Mage Academy, and in his view, he and these peasants were not the same species.

"How could the murderer lay a hand on such a lovely lady? The killer is utterly despicable."

Modi said against his will.

As he said this, his brows were furrowed, and he looked indignant.

In reality, he was just disgusted by his own words.

"Yes, that's why the lord sent me to find Devia, who is skilled in blood magic, hoping she can help find the murderer who killed Julia."

Falga glanced at the man in front of him and helplessly shrugged.

"I just didn't expect that Devia was out today, and you're the only one in the Naberai catacombs."

"So, you want me to find the killer's trail?" Mordy narrowed his eyes.

What is this? Am I grabbing myself?

"That's as ridiculous as asking S.H.I.E.L.D. to arrest Hydra. Didn't he consider that either I or Devialet might be the murderer?"

Falgar hadn't considered that. In his view, although Devia was a crazy beauty, she also knew how to protect herself and wouldn't easily offend the Lord of Frostfire.

Greta is the surname of a nobleman, and Devialet only uses peasants as test subjects.

"You've been the longest-serving apprentice in the Greta School, so you must have already learned the spell [Bloodline Sense], right? As long as you can complete the commission, these are yours."

As Falgar spoke, he took out a bag, from which came a dull metallic clanging sound.

He hadn't actually planned to pay anyone; he intended to take back the bag of gold coins once the commission was completed and he had obtained them.

"【Bloodline Perception】requires the target's blood as a casting material..."

"Don't worry about that, I've already brought it."

Before Modi could finish speaking, he took out an amber-colored crystal containing a drop of blood.

Having accepted the crystal, Modi had nothing more to say. Since he wanted to know, he would let him know.

The constant spell was activated immediately, and the next moment, a line of blood extended from the crystal.

Falgar stared intently at the line of blood, watching it spread all the way behind him... and finally disappear into the body of a ghoul.

"This is..." He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on the somewhat familiar face of the ghoul.

"Julia? No, that's not right, it's an illusion."

His constant prophetic spells allowed him to see through the illusion, but he didn't expect that the illusion in his eyes would grin and turn into black mist, rushing towards him.

The moment the black mist entered his body, Falgar, being an extraordinary being, immediately recognized what it was.

"curse?!"

Upon touching this thing, Falgar immediately made a face as if he had swallowed a dead fly, his face full of disgust.

The curse was deeply ingrained, granting him an uncontrollable ability to regenerate rapidly.

Every part of his body was undergoing proliferation and abnormal growth; even his mouth was beginning to grow a dense array of teeth.

No matter how many times he used healing spells on himself, he couldn't heal himself because it was essentially uncontrolled regeneration, not damage.

On the contrary, purification spells can be effective, although they are not very useful and can only barely suppress the increase of curses.

"It was you, it was you who did this!" He realized what was happening and glared angrily at Modi.

"It's me. Would you mind telling me how you feel? I'd like to modify this spell."

Modi was holding a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, quickly taking notes.

This action was undoubtedly a sign of contempt for Falgar, a proud and arrogant superhuman.

When had he ever been looked down upon like this by a mere apprentice monk?

"You wild mage, I'll make you pay!"

"Alright, alright, the test subject is showing signs of agitation, and his rationality seems to be declining..." Mo Di said dismissively while recording the changes in him.

"A curse can multiply itself by consuming the target's negative emotions, while simultaneously further stimulating the target's emotions..."

The value that a superhuman experimental subject can bring him is immeasurable.

Even within the Ling Group, he couldn't find such a test subject; he never expected to encounter one so soon after returning to the continent of Itnity.

It's truly an incredible coincidence.

Seeing that he still ignored him, Falgar became furious and stopped purifying himself, raising his hand to throw five fireballs at him.

Modi easily dodged the incoming fireball, put away his paper and pen, and rushed to Falga in two quick steps.

The Military Way Killing Fist begins with pure killing intent propelling the punch forward.

The speed and force were so great that Falgar had no time to react.

He only saw a dark shadow flash past him, then felt a pain in his jaw, and was sent flying high into the air, his head slamming against the wall.

If it weren't for the pre-established [magic protection], his injuries would have been even more severe.

"With this level of power, could he be a knight of the transcendent level?" Falgar got up from the ground, his contempt completely gone.

His injuries healed completely in the blink of an eye, but something like a tumor grew on the wound.

This is a result of uncontrollable regeneration capabilities.

"Not dead?" Mordy's killing intent dissipated, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. "It seems you're much stronger than Devialet. Unfortunately, your brain is just as abnormal as hers."

"What do you mean by that?" Falga sensed something was wrong. Since it concerned his beloved, he couldn't care less about anything else and quickly pressed for an answer.

"What I mean is, when she died at my hands, she wasn't as strong as you."

Modi, who has always been outspoken, did not hide anything.

"She can probably only take one punch from me right now, but you're different. Although you can't survive as long as she can, you have more shields, so you can probably take two or three punches from me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Falga's expression broke down.

He couldn't believe the outcome, couldn't believe that the person he had waited so long for had died without his knowledge.

"No, you're lying. How could a bastard born of mud possibly kill someone with Greta's bloodline?"

"The Greta family? Just a fallen noble family. Don't even mention her, I would kill any noble lady from Alvarez, or even you."

As he spoke, Modi stepped across the small distance between them, and at the same time, fine dragon scales grew on his body, transforming him into a half-human, half-dragon.

Sometimes, some clueless guys can say things that make Mordy unhappy.

Originally, this would have only made him act recklessly, but now it's different. The existence of the Seed of the Mind has made this emotion a real power for him.

Just like his twisted appearance now, radiating rage – Blood Dragon.

The blood dragon, a symbol of tyranny, was bound by his reason and lashed out with a claw at the sycophantic mage's head.

The immense force caused Falga to scream in agony, but to Modi at that moment, the sound was exceptionally pleasant.

With a forceful pull, he brutally ripped the sycophant's head off his neck.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, and Falgar's expression was forever frozen in terror and pain.

The dragon scales slowly disappeared, and Modi transformed back into human form.

"The sycophant is dead, what a relief! Now he has saved countless people who should have been captured and used as test subjects."

His kindness was temporarily satisfied at that moment.

"But there are far too many people suffering on the continent of Itnitia; killing just him is simply not enough."

To save more people, he must kill more people.

Killing is saving, and saving is killing.

The corpse of Falgar on the ground turned into a blood mist and vanished without a trace.

[Extraordinary Being - Pyromancer - Falgar Carter]

[Flame Mastery, Spellcasting Enhancement, Obsession]

What's going on with these two entries?

The fact that the Bloodstained Book had never contained any entries before made him suspicious.

Modi put on his glasses, flipped through the blood-stained book, and soon found the answer on the pages.

Based on the strength and characteristics of the page's owner during their lifetime, each page can condense corresponding entries. These entries can be transferred to other pages, giving those pages a corresponding boost.

The power carried by the pages of a book varies, and so does the capacity of the words on each page.

Take Devia's Page as an example. It has a capacity of five entries, and three of them are already occupied by Blood Magic Mastery, Spell Enhancement, and Frenzy.

"It's a pity that the same affixes can't be stacked, otherwise I could have gotten double the [Spell Enhancement]."

Modi sighed regretfully. He had just confirmed that this was the change that the Seed of the Soul had brought to the Bloodstained Book.

In other words, this seed, obtained from a fragment of the God of Light, was more useful than he knew.

The fact that it can interact with a rare object like the Bloodstained Book proves that the Seed of the Mind is at least on the same level as it.

After fiddling with the new features of the Bloodstained Book, Modi suddenly had a brilliant idea and quickly flipped to his good brother's legacy.

[Transcendent - Blood Mage Apprentice - Ed Moore]

[The heart of an apprentice, the burning intent to kill]

Unlike Devia's Page, Ed's Page only has a capacity of four entries. Consequently, because its power is not strong, Mordi can hold them for a longer period of time.

It basically reached a balance with the speed of his body's recovery.

"In other words, I can fill up the capacity of the Ed's Page entries first, and keep it running all the time, which is like giving me a constant enhancement."

Once the idea came to mind, I couldn't stop thinking about it.