0p0 Chapter 251 The Witch's Taste Is Really Good
Chapter 251 The Witch's Taste Is Really Good
Chapter 251 The Witch's Taste Is Really Good
Since being transferred, Fan Jin has been extremely busy.
Every day is either official business or official business, with very little time to rest.
To outsiders, he was the second-in-command of the Blood God Cult, an arrogant and invincible figure. But only he knew how much hair he had lost in the past few days.
Even a Grandmaster level expert couldn't stop this, and the frequency of his hair loss has been increasing recently.
Because while he was handling official business, his superior gave him new work.
"Is it another new world?"
Fan Jin looked at the newly appearing points of light on the star map, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. His tone was so weary that it didn't sound like that of a young and vigorous grandmaster.
"A new world, not bad. At least the Blood God Cult's manpower deficit can be plugged... Wait, what do you mean by more than one world?"
One new world represents abundant resources; two new worlds not only represent abundant resources but also a greater workload.
Seeing that he seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant, Modi could only comfort him, "Don't worry, I haven't completely taken control of the second world yet, I only have certain development rights."
"Besides, the local forces there will also assist you; you only need to complete certain tasks."
Fan Jin managed a forced smile in response to his words of comfort.
"How about we bring Du Yuanping back and I go to the battlefield in his place?"
Having served in an administrative position for so long, he found himself longing for the feeling of fighting on the front lines. Or rather, because of their doctrines and beliefs, the followers of the Blood God Cult were mostly like this.
The vacancies in the Blood God Cult's administrative positions largely stemmed from this, forcing Modi to personally issue a divine decree to recall some people from the battlefield.
"He won't agree, and he's not as good as you at clerical work."
As he spoke, Modi pulled up a list for him.
"These are the talents I recruited in another world; they will provide you with assistance."
In addition to people from Stix Corporation, the list also includes former members of the Environmental Commission.
Apart from those he filtered out and eliminated, the remaining ones basically wouldn't engage in any underhanded tactics.
They are ambitious and capable, but as long as Mordi is still around, he can keep them in check.
"By the way, you need to be careful of the world's will in the second world," Modi warned. "That guy isn't very honest and might cause us trouble."
"I'll be careful." Knowing he couldn't change his mind, Fan Jin had no choice but to accept the job.
Before leaving, he seemed to remember something and turned back to look at the tall figure on the Frozen Throne.
"We have a lead on the matter you previously asked us to pay attention to. Some of our members dispatched abroad have noticed that a secret cult called the Candlelight Society has recently emerged in the Middle Kingdom."
"What's suspicious about this candlelight?" Mordy asked.
He replied, "Its origins are unknown, yet it possesses profound resources, suggesting the presence of an immortal being, and it adheres to a so-called radiance."
"That does look suspicious," Mordy agreed with his assessment. "In that case, send more people to investigate. Hopefully, they have what I need."
Churches that claim to believe in the radiance of light are most likely either worshipping a fallen god of light or newly risen deities who follow the path of light.
Most of the newly emerging gods of the path of light originated from the god of light, and embarked on the path of light after obtaining fragments of the god of light.
Although Mordi is not a god of the path of light, he also possesses a fragment of the god of light, which is now the sprout of the mind.
The sprout of the soul takes root in the sea of blood, and its growth will drive the sea of blood to grow in tandem. This is why Modi is intentionally collecting fragments of the God of Light.
The fragments he obtained from the Holy Light some time ago have been devoured by the Sprout of the Soul.
Thanks to this, the Sprout of the Soul has grown considerably, and the Blood Sea Divine Kingdom and Awakened Armaments have also been further enhanced.
When Mordy uses the Dead Point Strike ability, it is no longer limited to destroying concrete things, but can even destroy certain abstract concepts.
He tried to destroy a disease in a patient, and the patient was instantly cured, but after a while, the patient developed another disease, proving that the destruction of a concept is not permanent.
He can temporarily undermine a concept, but over time the world will correct that mistake.
Mordi can only erase concepts almost permanently in his own divine realm or in the realm under his control, but he does not want to do so because such actions would disrupt the rules.
"This ability is fine for external use, but it's not good for internal use."
Mordi propped his head up with one hand, leaning back against the Frozen Throne, looking completely idle.
Winter had just ended on the continent of Itniti, the ice and snow had melted, and the Blood God Cult had temporarily ceased its activities, not expanding outwards except for the expeditionary force to the Forgotten Realm.
He planned to launch a major military campaign next winter.
While the nations of the Central Plains may not be accustomed to the harsh winter, the Blood God Cult is quite the opposite. Not only are they adapted to the cold, but they can also use the climate to perform magic against their enemies.
"There are no problems at the border for the time being, there are no enemies on the front lines of the Forgotten Realm that I need to deal with, and the talismans are also quiet for the time being, which has given me a period of leisure."
Modi gently tapped the armrest of the throne, the crisp sound echoing in the empty hall, the atmosphere cold and desolate.
Throughout the entire Ice Palace, his place had the fewest guards; apart from two personal guards standing watch at the entrance, there were no other people around.
With his strength, he doesn't need any guards at all. If an enemy appears that he can't defeat, sending guards up would just be suicide missions. Therefore, his personal guards are more of a decorative role.
If he could, he would even like to replace the two men, but other high-ranking members of the Blood God Cult said that it was necessary to maintain the dignity of the cult leader.
"You seem to be doing nothing."
A cool voice came from beside him, followed by a pair of arms encircling Modi's neck.
Without turning his head, Modi knew who it was and casually replied, "As long as my computing power isn't fully utilized, you'll always see me like this."
Research and cultivation are things that are specialized to be done by the Blood God Child, so he naturally seems to have nothing to do.
Elena rolled her eyes at him and said, "The front lines of the Forgotten Realm have advanced to the Raven Demon Realm."
The Raven Demon Realm... Mordi suddenly remembered that he had promised the Lost Monarch Rost something: to help him defeat the Raven Demon Monarch and rescue his succubus goddess.
Just thinking about the succubus Lillian that Rost had mentioned made Mordy's head ache.
With his strength, dealing with the Raven Demon Lord shouldn't be difficult, but the Death Curse Lord behind the Raven Demon Lord is not so easy to deal with; it is said that the two have a close relationship.
If he were to attack Raven, the Death Curse might just get involved.
"The Death Curse Monarch is most likely a high-ranking immortal. If I use all my trump cards, I might be able to defeat him, but then..."
"I must remind you," Elena said, "the Raven Lord has taken notice of the expeditionary force and has shown deep hostility towards us, and there is a possibility that he will strike first."
"That is a problem."
Modi rose and walked straight into his divine kingdom.
Elena, still clinging to his neck, floated in the air as if defying gravity, and asked curiously, "What do you want to do?"
"Of course, we'll create an alias and strike first."
Modi's characteristics in the eyes of the world are only a few: blood mist, chill, and the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade. As long as he can conceal these and not use these abilities, he should be able to shift the blame.
Perfect timing! He's gained quite a bit in the Ringworld, more than enough to create a new alias.
He summoned the Bloodstained Book, tore off the page about the Primordial Witch, and stuffed it into his stomach.
Elena watched intently as his clothes shifted and transformed into a hooded black mage's robe.
At the same time, his temperament also changed, becoming profound and sinister.
"Hehehe... The taste of a witch is really good, perfect as a disguise."
He lowered his voice, forcing out a hoarse and deep sound that sounded extremely unsettling.
"Elena, your identity and abilities are already known to many people. Just stay put, I'll go alone."
Modi patted her hand, and when she let go, he formed a sword with his fingers and swung it at the air in front of him.
Under the influence of the witch factor within him, a pitch-black rift appeared out of nowhere, and in the darkness behind the rift, several bloodshot eyes occasionally flashed by.
This is an ability called "Gateway," which creates a small dimension outside the world. This dimension can intersect with other dimensions and open a door to those other dimensions.
"This thing is much more convenient than a teleportation array." With that, Modi stepped into the rift and calmly walked towards another door under the watchful eyes of countless scarlet eyes within the dimension.
The rift opened and then suddenly closed, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself on a gray wasteland.
The breath of the dead permeated the wasteland, and a thick curse lingered, sniffing for the presence of living beings, and swarmed towards the newcomer, Mordi.
Modi remained calm, his body like a bottomless pit, allowing the curses and necromantic energy to flood in without any discomfort.
He rose to power through curses and was quite familiar with the breath of the dead; neither of these could harm him.
"Necromancers, curses, and... misfortune? It seems these are all the powers of the Raven Demon."
Looking at the misfortune gathering above his head and gradually forming a halo, Modi activated another type of witch factor within him.
This witch factor corresponds to a passive ability called "True Luck," which will remain active once activated.
Its effect is to provide users with real and genuine good luck.
After activating his ability, Mordi glanced at the sky above and saw that the aura of misfortune had collapsed.
"While this luck isn't enough to make all my wishes come true, it's quite useful in some ways."
He took a sharpened short stick from his sleeve and tossed it casually.
The short stick fell to the ground, its pointed end pointing to his right front. In his mind's eye, he knew the location of the Raven Demon Lord.
"This method of guidance, which does not require prophecy and has no risk of intermingling of energies, can only be used by people who are born with strong luck."
Modi retracted the short stick and walked in the direction the tip of the stick was pointing without thinking.
He walked very fast and soon reached the end of his journey.
It was a bizarre city, where every building was made of twisted and intertwined gray-white tree roots.
Above the roots is the same grayish-white trunk, and further up are the branches extending outwards.
Strangely, every tree was completely bare, without a single leaf in sight, with only crows perched on them, constantly emitting hoarse cries.
From a distance, it looks more like a black tree canopy, which is quite deceptive.
"A city made of trees? Or is it more appropriate to call it a forest?"
Modi gazed at the gray city, his eyes following the tree trunks upwards, stopping in the air.
Heavy misfortune and curses transformed into vast dark clouds, lingering high in the sky and shrouding the entire city.
If you look closely, you can also see some unknown objects flashing by in the dark clouds.
"There's definitely something in the clouds," Modi concluded, and strode toward the gray city.
He hadn't taken two steps when a dark crack swallowed him up, and when he reappeared, he was in a gray city.
However, his current position is somewhat delicate.
Modi appeared in a small puddle, but he was inside the puddle, not outside it.
This ability, called "Interchange of Face and Body," can reverse the two sides of most things.
"This is the core territory of the Raven Demon Lord? It really is a forest."
His gaze passed through the puddle where he had taken refuge, and looked out over the surrounding city. As far as the eye could see, there were only treehouses, not the streets and alleys that a typical city should have.
The tree roots were intertwined and there was no path for people to walk on.
Those houses had no doors or windows; the only way to get in was to crawl through a hole in the tree trunk.
Just as Modi was looking around, a slight noise came from a nearby tree, and then he saw a huge crow emerge from the hole.
Calling it a crow is a bit of a stretch; given its appearance, it would be more accurate to call it a crow-man.
Its whole body is covered in feathers, it has two wings on its back, and it walks upright.
Under Modi's watchful gaze, the crow-man flapped its wings, preparing to fly away from the place.
However, the very next moment after it took off, a hand grabbed its leg and pulled it away, preventing it from leaving.
As soon as it turned its head, it saw a hand reaching out from the puddle and gripping one of its feet tightly.
In the puddle, a human dressed in a black robe looked at it and smiled at it.
The two stared at each other for a moment, and in an instant, the crow-man frantically flapped his wings, trying to break free from the hand's grasp.
But to its surprise, the human's grip was unexpectedly strong, his five fingers like iron hoops holding its feet, and with a single pull, he dragged it into the puddle.
"Croak!"
The crow-man let out a strange cry, but unfortunately no one heard it except for Modi, because it had already been pulled into the water pit and was no longer in the same dimension as the outside world.
Ten minutes later, Modi dragged an unconscious crowman out of the puddle.
He had obtained the necessary intelligence, and the crow-man was so impressed by him that it was now fast asleep like a baby.
It must be having sweet dreams.
"The palace of the Nightmare Lord is located on the highest and largest ancestral tree."
Modi looked into the distance, his gaze piercing through the gray-white trees and landing on the giant tree in the center of the forest.
He saw his destination.
The "Interchange of Form and Shadow" was activated again, and he and his shadow swapped positions, weaving through the tangled gaps between the tree roots.
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