From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 12 Namo Gatling Bodhisattva

"Where did your smile go? You didn't have this expression when you were sacrificing ordinary people's children."

Modi gripped the old man's fist and squeezed it so hard that his bones cracked.

"Forget it, there's no point in talking to someone like you. You might not laugh, but I will."

With a powerful crushing blow, Pei Ran shattered the old man's hand bones, causing his wrinkled face to contort into a grimace.

In contrast, Modi had a bright smile on his face.

"They're just peasants, what's there to regret?!"

The pain enraged the old man, and anger... changed nothing; it only made him lose his mind and blurt out words without thinking.

This caused Modi's smile to vanish instantly.

"Mud-legged person, again and again, I sometimes really hate this word."

The hand that was gripping the old man's fist paused for a moment, then suddenly exerted even greater force, grabbing the old man's arm and dragging him out.

An unknown chill spread upwards along the arm, freezing it numb in just two or three seconds.

With a "crack," the old man's entire right arm was torn off, and ice shards were scattered all over the ground.

"Ughhhhhh!!"

After witnessing the loss of his arm, the old man's anger was replaced by fear.

The tall, dark figure in front of me, he is not human, he is definitely not human!

By the moonlight shining through the window, the old man could barely make out Modi's face. In that instant, an even stronger fear gripped his heart.

Like a hungry wolf biting its prey.

Under the moonlight, what appeared before his eyes was a tall, horned monster with a skull resembling a moose exposed, topped with forked antlers.

His scarlet eyes stared intently at him, revealing a predatory look.

"Your resolve in the martial arts is weak."

Modi chuckled softly, the evil magic flowing in the Wendigo bloodline taking effect, stirring up and amplifying the fear of everyone present.

Whether it was the old man with a missing arm, the middle-aged man trembling behind him who dared not fire his gun, or Long Yutian who had just arrived, their gazes toward him were more or less filled with trepidation.

Among them, Long Yutian's level of fear was the least, after all, he had only recently had his martial arts heart awakened.

"What kind of monster are you?" the old man asked, his voice trembling.

"A monster? I'm a living, breathing human being."

He's just wearing a Wendigo skull and a Wendigo pelt, so why is he called a monster?

Modi revealed a smile as gentle as possible, then suddenly tightened his grip on Xu Hongzhi's neck, snapping it.

The young man's body, with a withered arm protruding from his body, lay on the ground, and both the elderly and middle-aged people wore expressions of utter grief.

"You are at the Innate Realm, aren't you?" the old man suddenly spoke. "Why would a dignified Innate Realm expert be willing to work for the Ling family? No matter what happens to the Ling family, my Xu family can give you double the reward."

"Before asking that question, why don't you reflect on what you've done?"

Modi punched through the old man's chest, crushing his heart.

Wisps of blood mist clung to Modi's arm, gathering on his body to replenish the blood energy he had consumed in the battle.

After the old man breathed his last, Modi turned to the middle-aged man and disarmed him before he could muster the courage to fire.

"Just for those peasants, a dignified Innate Realm expert would go so far as to work for the Ling family and turn against our Xu family?"

The middle-aged man finally understood and asked, still feeling unwilling.

His response was Modi's fist.

With a punch that pierced the middle-aged man's abdomen, Mo Di sneered, "So what? You think your life is more valuable than anyone else's?"

Even as death looms over him, he still mentions the detestable term "peasant" in front of him, as if he wants to be tortured before dying.

As a blood mage, he happens to know many ways to torment people.

Blood flames erupted from the middle-aged man's body, burning him until he screamed in agony.

"You really like blood sacrifices, don't you? I'll let you experience what it's like to be a blood sacrifice."

Within a few breaths, the blood flames engulfed the middle-aged man's entire body, and his screams and pleas for mercy gradually subsided.

When the sound completely subsided, his entire body was burned clean.

Only a dried-up corpse with a pained expression remained on the spot.

"Let's go, it's time to take care of the last enemy."

Mo Di turned and walked away, with Long Yutian following closely behind, remaining silent.

Behind them, the old man's corpse suddenly turned into a blood mist and drifted away to who knows where.

The Bloodstained Book reported that one more page had been added to the book: [Acquired Realm Three - Martial Artist - Xu Yuantu].

The headset also kept transmitting other people's voices, indicating that the entire manor was now under their control.

In addition to the basement, which serves as the venue for ceremonies.

"Teacher, you say we are all human beings, so why do these people not treat ordinary people as human beings?" Long Yutian broke the silence.

Since coming down from the mountain, he had seen many arrogant and domineering young masters from aristocratic families, and they were often the ones he humiliated by showing off.

He could never agree with their ideas, but fortunately, his childhood sweetheart Ling Qinghan and her father never used the term "peasant".

He is a rare normal person among the scions of aristocratic families.

"Wherever there are people, it's easy to distinguish between different classes," Modi shrugged, "Especially in this world with such a distorted system."

"This situation is likely to become increasingly extreme in the future, unless..."

"Unless what?" Long Yutian asked.

"Unless you can single-handedly crush all the world's powerful families and conglomerates," Modi said half-jokingly, "but that might lead to another extreme."

Long Yutian nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

The entrance to the basement had been sealed off, and when the two arrived, the soldiers in charge of the sealing off immediately reported the situation to them.

"The advance team has entered, but there has been no news of them since, and I'm afraid they are in grave danger."

"You seal off the manor, and leave the rest to us."

[Ether Vision] tells Mordy that the sorcerer is still in the basement, possibly because the aether there fluctuated significantly after a group of people were sacrificed.

As soon as they stepped into the basement, a chilling feeling crept up their spines.

The baby's cries, mixed with inhuman roars, came from the depths. Modi couldn't tell whether it was a sound from the material world or an echo from the ethereal plane.

"Such a strong curse; they've probably performed numerous blood sacrifices here."

Upon seeing the kneeling corpses ahead, Long Yutian went forward to examine them and was surprised to find that their faces were so blurred that their true features were no longer visible, and their bodies were riddled with blood and gore.

"They were cursed and kowtowed themselves to death," Mordy concluded after a glance.

He couldn't bring back those who were already dead, but at least he could save the baby who hadn't yet been sacrificed.

Modi stopped, gazing at the alluring woman in the center of the magic circle, his eyes fixed on the baby she was holding.

"A sorcerer," he asserted, "which demon is behind you?"

The sorcerer shook his head, put down the baby he was holding, and made a strange gesture by pressing the backs of his hands together.

"Fire Buddha Cultivation..."

"Shut up!" Mordy snapped. "You think I don't know you're spreading curses?"

The sorcerer's face showed a hint of helplessness as he was interrupted.

"Gentlemen, I don't have any grudge against you, do I? If it weren't for the Xu family forcing me, I wouldn't have done this for them."

Now that the Xu family has been taken over, how about we each take a step back and let me leave, or I'll work for your Ling family?

"It seems you're just like them," Modi didn't expect her to be normal. "In that case, we have nothing to talk about."

The last word "了" had barely left his lips when the sorcerer grabbed the baby from the ground, pulled out a dagger with his other hand, and was about to stab the baby in the heart.

Blood surged and coalesced into blood claws that covered the baby's entire body, also blocking the dagger's thrust.

Then it grabbed the baby and forcibly took him from the sorcerer's hands.

After taking the baby from Blood Claw, Modi handed it to Long Yutian.

The latter hugged the baby and retreated out of the basement.

"Trying to leave?" The sorcerer was enraged and made a hand gesture, bringing the curse that permeated the basement to life.

The corpses of the advance team members who had kowtowed and killed themselves rose up and blocked Long Yutian's path, rushing towards him like zombies.

In their previous lives, they were all martial artists at least at the first level of the Acquired Realm. They moved like ghosts and were clearly not to be trifled with.

"Bang bang bang!"

After several gunshots, the heads of the rushing corpses were all blown off.

Long Yutian put down a large-caliber pistol that was considered a classic of the infinite flow genre and gave a crooked smile.

"What era are we living in? Do you really think a zombie who's trained in martial arts can withstand bullets?"

The sorcerer's expression froze; she had been so engrossed in sorcery that she had indeed forgotten about it.

She also didn't expect that there was someone even more outrageous than Long Yutian present.

Modi reached behind his back and took out the hideous object he had concealed behind his black robe.

The sorcerer stared intently, his heart pounding with fear, and his finger trembled as he pointed at the dark object.

"You, you, this..."

"This object is the sacred artifact of the compassionate Bodhisattva Gatlin, a rare and precious instrument for exorcising evil spirits," Modi said solemnly. "Today, it will grant you your destined death."

Although strictly speaking, this item is listed as a prohibited item in business warfare by various powerful families and conglomerates, as the saying goes, as long as it is not discovered, it is as if it does not exist.

As long as he kills the only eyewitness, no one will find out about it.

"Say goodbye to your sect leader!"

Modi grinned maliciously and raised the exorcising weapon Gatling gun, intending to riddle the sorcerer with bullets.

A flash of light appeared, and the bullet, soaked in his blood, burst forth, trailing a crimson flame as it pierced the target's frail body.

It must be said that the Gatling gun has a lot of recoil, but Modi managed to keep it steady thanks to his strong physique.

"Puff puff puff—"

The sound of bullets piercing flesh was continuous, but that wasn't its only effect.

Blood flames erupted from the sorcerer's riddled body, instantly engulfing his entire form—an effect of the bullets being soaked in Mordy's blood.

"If nothing unexpected happens, there should be... a second phase."

After putting down the Gatling gun, Modi looked at the mangled, unrecognizable mass of flesh and suddenly felt a pang of fear.