From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 89 The Successor to the Mountain of Corpses? Call Me Your Highness

Chapter 89 The Successor to the Mountain of Corpses? Call Me Your Highness (Seeking First Subscription)

The troops, totaling over two hundred demons and over a hundred flesh monsters, had assembled and marched towards Camelot in a grand procession.

All for the purpose of eliminating the false king and supporting the true king's ascension to the throne.

Although the number of them is small, each of them is at least comparable to a Transcendent being.

Spells, witchcraft, and other such methods have emerged in endless succession.

Modi walked at the front of the group and looked up, his eyes meeting those of the soldiers guarding the city wall.

He smiled slightly, his lips moved, and his voice clearly reached the soldiers' ears.

He said, "We meet again."

On the city wall, the defending soldier's legs went weak and he almost couldn't stand up.

Even from a distance, he could still clearly see the menacing army and the soldiers who did not look like humans.

Within the army, the demons have shed their disguises and revealed their true, monstrous nature.

After spending some time with Modi, each of them was tainted by the deathly aura of the Styx River, and their average height increased to 1.8 meters.

They were all strong and robust, even more powerful than before.

The transformations of the flesh-and-blood monsters are even more astonishing.

After leaving the pass, Modi used the scarlet plague gas mixed with the deathly energy of the Styx River to cleanse them.

Each one was a size bigger than before, with an average height of 2.2 meters.

Upon seeing such a formidable army, the soldiers guarding the city were terrified and immediately ordered the city gates to be closed.

"Quickly inform His Excellency the Inquisitor, and oh, the Knights of the Round Table!"

"Today is the day the new king ascends the throne; we must not allow any trouble to occur!"

The soldiers guarding the city tightened their grip on their weapons, swallowed hard, and forced themselves to keep a close eye on the army.

Inside the city, in the palace.

The judges have prepared for the new king's coronation ceremony, which will begin at the appropriate time.

He stood to one side and sighed:

"Hopefully nothing goes wrong. She's probably the only one with the blood of the red dragon, and the law must rely on the blood of the red dragon to be upheld."

"What is she doing now?" Daozi asked, still clad in armor and leaning on his giant axe.

"She is..." A glint flashed in the monitor's eyes, and his face suddenly went blank.

"What are you doing?"

The judge frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

The old man with the lantern took a deep breath, suppressing his inner anger:

"She is doing that despicable thing with the contemporary Galahad and Lancelot."

Upon hearing this, the other two were stunned, their faces contorted with anger.

"I remember that Lancelot and Galahad are father and son in the modern era."

The judge lowered the scales, his face grim.

"The Knights of the Round Table, they're getting worse with each generation. The first generation were heroes who perished alongside mountains of corpses, but these... ha."

They only inherited the name of the first generation, but not their virtues, which is a disgrace to their reputation.

The paper-carrying soldier picked up the giant axe and echoed:

"How can someone like that govern Avalon? I might as well just chop her up with one stroke. It's better for nothing to change than for her to become worse."

"It's too late. The red dragon blood within her is already linked to the law."

The monitor lowered his eyes and rejected his proposal.

"Don't even mention you, even if the three of us ganged up on her, it would be difficult to defeat her."

And have you forgotten? We are bound by the law and cannot take action against her.

Otherwise, they would have already put him on trial and beheaded.

The three fell silent, and just as they were resigned to the outcome, a soldier rushed over.

Seeing that all three were there, the soldier quickly ran to them and shouted:

"Gentlemen, something's happened!"

The fact that all three judges were looking at him simultaneously increased the pressure on him.

"Tell me, what happened?" the man holding the scales asked.

The soldier took a deep breath and blurted out all the intelligence:

"An army arrived at the city gate, and the soldiers were not human, but monsters."

"Approximately how many people are there?" The man wielding the giant axe was more concerned about the number.

"The exact number is unclear, but judging from their formation, there are probably three or four hundred people."

Both of them turned to look at the monitor.

The old man with the lantern didn't ask why, but the light in his eyes shone even brighter.

A moment later, the light dimmed, and he spoke:

"I saw it, an army of demons and flesh monsters, and they exuded the aura of mountains of corpses."

Upon hearing the term "mountain of corpses," the two men's expressions turned solemn, and they became alert.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and the messenger soldier was almost suffocating under the pressure.

"Could it be that blood-red shadow?" Zi Shou thought of the scene from a few days ago and subconsciously associated it with that eerie shadow.

The monitor shook his head.

"I didn't see Blood Shadow. The leader was a strangely dressed person."

After a pause, he added, "That person is very likely the Blood Shadow himself, and he seems to possess some of the authority of the Corpse Mountain."

"No matter what, we have to see it for ourselves."

The judge strode toward the city gate.

"The enthronement ceremony must not be compromised."

In another part of the palace, a soldier had just arrived and, before even entering, smelled a pungent odor.

"Strange, why does it smell like photinia flowers?"

He put his hand on the doorknob, thought for a moment, and then knocked first.

Not long after the knocking, some strange noises came from behind the door.

The soldiers could vaguely hear the sound of fabric rubbing against their skin.

"W-what is it?"

A panicked female voice came from behind the door.

Thinking of the situation at the city gate, the soldier quickly put his doubts aside and hurriedly said:

"Your Highness, an unidentified army composed of monsters has arrived outside Camelot, and they are estimated to have reached the city gates."

"Unidentified army?"

Inside the room, Eliza, who had just finished dressing, was suddenly startled.

Could it be that someone is dissatisfied with her and has sent troops to carry out some kind of purge of corrupt officials?

"No, I am now bound to the laws of Camelot. As long as I am within the city, I fear no one."

Thinking of this, she regained her confidence and asked:

"Approximately how many people were in that army?"

"Three or four hundred, I guess."

Oh, only three or four hundred people? That doesn't matter.

Eliza regained her composure.

With that many people, she could easily handle it with the Knights of the Round Table under her command.

"Haha, only three or four hundred people? Do we need to inform Her Majesty the Queen about such a trivial matter?"

The modern-day Lancelot laughed heartily.

The middle-aged knight's laughter immediately drew Eliza's displeasure.

"Don't be so loud, there are people outside!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will do as you say."

He smiled knowingly, glancing at Elizabeth's shapely figure with a look of lingering pleasure in his eyes.

Nearby, the young Galahad, unlike his shameless father, put on his clothes and volunteered:

"Let me go. If they really intend to harm Your Majesty, I will take care of them."

Eliza nodded slightly and straightened his collar.

She knew all about the Galahad Knight's abilities, both in bed and on the battlefield.

To put it bluntly, even in the Global Anomaly Alliance where she used to work, no one could beat him.

Even Mormontis, the Level 5 investigator known as "Killer Star," thought so in her eyes.

Therefore, she felt at ease letting Galahad go.

Speaking of that killer star, I wonder if he's been killed by me yet.

Eliza smiled as she thought of the letter from the Green family.

Ha, inheriting an old house? Do you really think I'd believe that?

She had searched through ancient books and had long known of the existence of the Red Dragon King and the Creeping Mountain, and knew that the blood of the Red Dragon flowed in her veins.

Using her power within the Global Anomaly Alliance, she discovered the anomalies surrounding the Green family and concealed them.

Using a few tricks, she changed the recipient of the letter to Mormontis and sent it to him.

Therefore, they sent that assassin to test the Green family.

She herself infiltrated the prison that sealed the Red Dragon King, and after investigating, planned to steal the Red Dragon King's power by virtue of this bloodline that was separated by countless generations.

Now, she is only one step away from her goal.

As for whether Mormontis lives or dies, and what will happen to the people of Camelot after the plan succeeds, that's none of her business.

"It is their honor to use their own remains to help me ascend to godhood," she thought.

Watching Galahad's retreating figure, Lancelot suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"There's still a long time before I ascend the throne, so why don't we..."

The two exchanged a smile and then proceeded with their rainmaking ritual.

Camelot, the city gate.

Modi raised his hand, signaling the troops to halt.

The demon army immediately stopped, standing ramrod straight, almost motionless.

These demons, who have been disciplined, have become adept at overcoming their nature.

The price is nothing more than a heightened bloodlust, waiting to erupt one day.

Behind them, flesh-and-blood monsters and the spirits of the Styx were restless and uneasy.

The Weaver of Flesh let out a deep roar as it sharpened its claws, hoping to weave a higher quality fabric.

Arken and his apprentice stood to Mordi's right.

They gazed upon the magnificent city, hoping to gain new inspiration from it.

Bazette stood to Modi's left, motionless like a stone statue.

Compared to other demons, it is more cunning, rational, and values ​​class etiquette more.

"It's finally here."

Modi saw three figures appear on the city wall.

He was very familiar with two of them: the Watcher and the Coin Handler.

The one in the middle, without a doubt, is the judge.

You can tell from the scales in his hands that always tip to one side.

As he sized up the judge, the judge was also sizing him up.

The atmosphere became tense until one of them finally spoke.

"Successor to the mountain of corpses, what brings you here?"

The judge stared intently at him, and the scales in his hand seemed to sway slightly.

"Ah, Your Honor, Judge Camelot, what have I done to deserve such disrespect from you?"

Modi's voice was flat and emotionless, and his expression was hidden under his helmet, making it impossible to read his thoughts.

The leather overcoat emitted eerie, ghostly wails, and the faces on it, which seemed to be both crying and laughing, added to its sinister and terrifying aura.

"I have dealt with the remains of the mountain of corpses, removing a great enemy for the Red Dragon King and eliminating a threat to the kingdom."

His sharp gaze was fixed on the judge, and his voice seemed to come from the depths of hell.

"But you have installed a false king on the throne and have not even opened the city gates for me."

Galahad, who happened to arrive at the scene, was furious upon hearing this and pointed at him, shouting angrily:

"How dare you slander Her Highness Elizabeth?!"

"Oh, someone's taking this personally. Looks like you know your prince is a fake king."

Modi smiled, concealed the remaining components in his bloodline, stored them beneath the blood pool, and then allowed the Mad King's blood to surge within his body.

"I would prefer you to call me 'Your Highness' rather than 'Successor of the Mountain of Corpses.'"