From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 70 Resurrected Zombies, Mad King's Bloodline, Demon Summoning

He was startled awake from his deathbed.

Before Mayor Bonn could even unleash his power, he was knocked down by Mordy's iron fists.

All four limbs were removed.

"On the surface, there is no visible problem, but in reality, the internal organs are almost turned into minced meat."

This is the change that the Red Death brought to the mayor of Bonn.

If it weren't for the deathly aura of the Styx keeping him alive, he would have gone from feigning death to real death long ago.

"Oh, my body hair is starting to fall out too, it's a programmer's nightmare."

Modi summoned Arken's soul and asked him how he felt about this body.

Arken looked troubled.

"That's terrible, but it shouldn't matter."

He doesn't need to let the soul reside in the body; he simply manipulates the soul within the body through projection.

In turn, they can control the body.

Like a lich, his soul is always hidden in a spirit bottle.

Although it was complicated, this way the Red Death wouldn't affect his thinking.

"Let's begin, I can't wait to breathe some fresh air."

Modi took out the things he had prepared beforehand.

A resurrection drug made from toad and pufferfish toxins, and a secret medicine made from yam and datura.

When used together, the two can leave a person in a state of being half-dead.

This state of the body is most suitable for Voodoo sorcerers to control.

In the realm of mysticism, the elixir of life also plays another important role.

That is, to deceive Baron Samadhi into believing that the soul in the body had dissipated.

This baron is the god of death in the Voodoo mythology.

Many Voodoo spells cannot be performed without Him.

Mordy gave Born a resurrection drug.

Once it was confirmed that he had completely fallen into a state of suspended animation, the Styx death aura was dispelled.

After waiting for half an hour, I fed him the secret medicine again.

The combined effects of the two drugs, along with a certain concept from mysticism, imprisoned Born's soul within his body.

And they are forever caught between life and death, maintaining a state of confusion and bewilderment.

He became a resurrected corpse.

"It's my turn."

Aken pulled out six threads from the soul, connecting them to the limbs, head, and torso of the resurrected corpse.

The two established a connection.

Aken retreated back into the spirit bottle, attempting to control the new body.

On the bed, Bonn's limbs snapped back into place with a "crackling" sound.

He sat up, took a deep breath, and forced a stiff smile.

"The air in Amelikan is... cough cough, why does it smell like a cemetery?"

"There are a lot of corpses buried underneath, so the smell must be strong for you."

Modi threw him a piece of cloth and told him to wrap it around his neck.

"Tell me about what it was like to have the Red Death."

Arken scratched his head, tearing off a large patch of hair and a bloody scalp.

"I blocked out the pain sensation, so I didn't feel anything, but..."

He paused, clenched his fist, and slammed it against the wall.

The wall is cracked.

The fist only lost part of its skin.

"The Red Death made this body incredibly strong."

How can an epidemic coexist with humans and produce such an effect?

Modi fell into deep thought.

"Perhaps it's a curse, or a disease caused by a curse."

"If that's the case, then who is the one who cast the spell?" Arken asked.

"How would I know?" He shrugged. "It's probably related to the cellar."

Shifting the blame to Adrian Green is probably the right thing to do.

"Let's open a blind box first, and dig up the floor of the mayor's house."

Aken found a shovel and, under Modi's supervision, began digging.

Not long after, the first body was unearthed.

Judging from the degree of decomposition, it must have died about a month ago.

"Judging from the fabric, they must be from outside the town."

Soon, the remaining bodies were also unearthed.

The oldest of them is estimated to have died more than a hundred years ago.

"These corpses are not related by blood, and they should all be people from outside the town."

Arken temporarily took on the role of coroner, using witchcraft to examine corpses.

He then manipulated the soul of the mayor of Bonn, causing him to reveal the truth.

"These are the goods that Orlando sold to Korwick, and they are also the offerings that Lord Adrian requested. They must be buried under my house as part of the ritual."

Modi raised an eyebrow.

"I never imagined the mayor and Adrian were having an affair. What else does he know?"

Bourne, manipulated by Arken, continued:

"The god in the prison thirsts for flesh and blood, even if He has only instinct left."

"I understand, these people are used for blood sacrifice." Modi frowned.

He then asked, "Why does Adrian want to find descendants of the Green family?"

"Because the Green family has the blood of the Mad King flowing through their veins, Lord Adrian needs blood of the same origin."

"Huh? What's a Mad King?"

This time, Born didn't answer because he didn't know the answer either.

"Okay, the trail has gone cold."

Aken said helplessly.

"I never knew you had royal blood, although I don't know which king the Mad King is."

Modi remained silent.

Although he is the heir of the Green family, he does not possess the so-called blood of the Mad King.

Now they've taken over the place.

Did Adrian send the wrong letter?

"Aken, you continue playing the role of mayor. Report to me if anything happens. I'll be going now."

Mordy returned to Greene's mansion and continued his study of the Key of Solomon.

This book, unlike "The Little Key of Solomon," was written in the fourteenth or fifteenth century.

The recorded magic and rituals are also much older.

But they have one thing in common.

They have nothing to do with King Solomon; they are merely names given to him by magicians.

It's probably because this name sounds more sophisticated.

"Although it involves a lot of religious elements and is often 'in the name of God,' it still has its merits."

Mordy planned to summon a low-ranking demon and send it into the cellar to scout ahead.

In any case, after a demon dies, its soul will return to its own plane, unless it is imprisoned.

In short, the lives of demons are worthless.

"Alfred!"

"My lord, your loyal servant awaits your orders at any time."

The butler's ghost appeared in a flash, bowing respectfully.

"I need sulfur, salt, chains, oh, and a small box, about this size."

Modi gestured, and the butler immediately understood what he meant. He bowed again and disappeared.

Although Alfred slid down quickly, he was efficient in his work.

Of course, the key point is that Modi learned his real name and signed an unequal soul contract with him.

He could not disobey Mordy's orders.

Three to five minutes later, the housekeeper had everything ready.

When he arrived at the attic carrying his things, Mordy had already drawn the magic circle.

The demon blood used was the one that wasn't used up last time.

Upon seeing the densely packed runes inside the circle, the steward couldn't help but tremble.

Who knows which unlucky spirit will be summoned?

He bowed and said, "Sir, everything you requested has been prepared."

"Just leave it there."

Modi added a ram's head seal, a demon seal recorded in the Book of Demons.

This corresponds to a certain lower-ranking demon.

"Everything is ready; we can begin."

Traditionally, before a magician performs a summoning ritual, he or she usually has to go through a nine-day purification process, praying, and preparing the necessary items.

To prevent the ritual from being interfered with by evil spirits or other malevolent forces.

But Mordi doesn't need that, because he himself is an evil spirit.

If anything foolish bothers him, he wouldn't mind letting the River Styx wash them clean.

"In the name of God... never mind, let's get straight to the point."

He cleared his throat and cursed in the Dragon Language:

"You demon Bazett, get your ass to me now, or I'll drown you in the River Styx for thirteen days, then banish you to the bottomless abyss, where you'll never again taste the agony of the soul!"

Threatening spirits was a specialty of medieval magicians.

As for the bolder ones, who even dared to threaten the gods and the world, well... we don't know.

In short, the demon summoning definitely includes a part where they make some tough statements.

The magic circle began to glow red.

The demon that the sign pointed to responded.

"Ah, yet another audacious magician."

Inside the magic circle, a phantom gradually solidified.

First, there is a sheep's head with a five-pointed star engraved on it.

Next is the human torso, beneath which are two goat hooves.

This is the true form of the lower-ranking demon Bazett.

"Who taught you to summon like that? Did those ancient magicians leave behind a tradition here?"

The demon Bazet looked closely and saw a tall man standing in front of him.

This man is more like a warrior than a magician.

With such a resolute appearance, one can imagine that the soul must be just as delicious.

"Wait, the scent on you... is dragon blood!"

Bazette had tasted the blood of many people, but never dragon's blood.

Its greedy gaze was fixed on Modi, which earned it a slight smile from him.

"Want a taste? Then take a punch from me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the magic circle and punched Bazett in the jaw.

The ram-headed demon flew high into the air, its head embedding itself in the roof of the old house.

It was still in shock, its mind still occupied by that punch.

A tremendous force pulled on its hoof, dragging it down.

Before he could react, Modi grabbed it with both hands and started punching it repeatedly.

"Ah! You damned sorcerer, I will surely tear your soul from my body!"

Bazett tried to resist, but was beaten to his knees and severely humiliated.

Do you know why I'm punishing you?

Modi forced out a cruel expression.

"Your response time was far too long, a second later than I expected. This is rude and contemptible!"

What's the difference between saying that and stepping in with your left foot first?

The ram-headed demon gritted its teeth as another contract was slapped in its face.

"Sign it, and I can forgive your past rudeness."

It picked up the parchment contract and looked at it.

A few seconds later, it tore the contract to shreds.

"You filthy, vile maggot, how dare you try to trick me with this kind of contract!"

It cannot accept any of the above terms.

What is it that Mormontis would offer his true name and soul, and work for his master without pay for eternity?

It would never agree to that in its entire life!

"Good, that's backbone."

Mo Di smiled faintly.

"Since you tore up the contract just now, the next one will be written on your skin!"

After saying that, he actually tore a piece of skin off Bazett.

"Aww—"

Bazett cried out in pain, sounding like Tom.

"For every piece of skin you tear off, I'll tear off a piece of your skin. I hope you have enough skin."

Modi revealed an evil smile.

To deal with inherently evil demons, one must be even more cruel and wicked than they are.

A gentleman who lacks dignity will not command respect.

He shoved the contract at Bazett's face again, this time written in dragon language.

Bazett couldn't understand what was written on it, so he angrily tore it up.

Seeing this, Modi grinned and began to tear apart the structure.

In the candlelight, his shadow stretched long, like that of a dragon.