svetikya Chapter 22 Demonic Artifact: The Axe of Sacrifice
Chapter 22 Demonic Artifact: The Axe of Sacrifice
"quack!"
As the spirit fire gradually died down, the bloodthirsty audience member, the Death Bird, let out a joyful cry.
After so many years, someone has finally offered their death for Him again.
With an entire village and a mischievous imp, this was definitely worth the ticket price.
To witness such a magnificent, destined death, He would gladly see rivers of blood flowing every day!
The gleeful Deathbird, while drawing away the power of death, also bestowed a small reward upon the hardworking streamer.
The moment his power was drained, Mordi experienced what it felt like to have kidney deficiency for the first time in a long time. Just then, he opened the book and almost needed the Frostblood White Walker to help him walk.
This feeling of emptiness persisted until he discovered he had an extra one-handed axe in his hand.
"This is... the Sacrifice Axe? It was delivered so easily?"
As a player in the [Eternal Realm] prison, Modic is all too familiar with this magical artifact.
So-called magical artifacts are divided into lower, middle, and upper levels, each with different abilities.
Essentially, this is a weapon made by the demon god using a small portion of his power.
For example, the Lesser Demon Artifact, the Axe of Sacrifice, can ignite spirit fire and is especially effective against undead creatures.
Each time a user sacrifices themselves for the Deathbird, it restores a small amount of the user's energy, essentially a mana-restoring effect from killing.
"Great stuff, the owner of Deathbird is really generous."
As he sensed the gaze of the superior figure dissipate, Mo Di couldn't help but smile, reaching out to stroke the axe's surface.
Cold, heavy, and carrying the aura of death, once he touched it, his hand could never leave this one-handed axe.
They even disregarded the giant sword stuck in the ground.
Sure enough, for a hardcore player like him, quest rewards and collectible items are still the most interesting.
Having finally had his fill of the demonic artifact, he tucked the Sacrifice Axe into his waistband, drew his greatsword and carried it on his back, then looked around.
Apart from the Frostblood White Walkers who were still waiting for orders, all that remained were the ruins of Lotusheart Village, covered in snow and frost.
In the distance, the mist still surrounded Lianxin Village, though it seemed to have dissipated somewhat.
"I need some blood packs," Mordy said, looking at the Frostblood White Walker.
They didn't know what he meant, but they obeyed the order, kneeling on the ground and letting the bloodthorns pierce their bodies.
One by one, the mummified corpses fell and were buried by ice and snow.
After retracting the Bloodthorn, Modi drank until he was half full, at least he didn't have to wobble as he walked.
"No wonder so many blood mages also work as necromancers; they should keep plenty of blood packs on hand for emergencies."
As he pondered this, he walked toward the local earth god temple on the outskirts.
At the Earth God Temple, the crowd had been waiting for a long time.
"I never imagined you would actually do it," a mixture of emotions, including sighs and joy, appeared on the Earth God's face. "Thank you, cultivator from who knows which world you come from."
"It was nothing," Mo Di said modestly. According to custom, the next step should be to issue the task reward, right?
"...Why do you look so expectant? Although I do have something to give you."
The local deity took a few steps back without changing his expression, and pulled a small booklet from his pocket, handing it to him.
"This is the cultivation technique I practice, the [Earthly Deity's Breath-Eating Method]. It can only be considered a general divine cultivation technique. You may take it if you need it."
Modi took it, flipped through it, and with the help of [Language Proficiency], he understood the contents.
"Perhaps this can fill the gap in the [Menger Spirit Fusion Ritual]." He thought for a moment and thanked the local earth god.
Beside him, Long Yutian asked:
"The Black Heavenly Buddha Mother is dead, and Lotus Heart Village no longer exists. Old man, what are your plans now?"
Fanning himself with a tattered palm-leaf fan, the Earth God shook his head. "As the Earth God of Lianxin Village, appointed by the Great Xuan, I have gradually weakened since leaving the Great Xuan."
"Krishnamurti is dead, now it's my turn."
After hearing his words, Mo Di and Long Yutian noticed that his figure was much dimmer than before.
Barring unforeseen circumstances, he will soon perish; this is a limitation that the incense god cannot escape.
Long Yutian opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the Earth God:
"You don't need to prepare incense for me. I feel I've lived long enough."
Besides, this is not the Great Xuan Dynasty. His obsession has dissipated, so no matter how much incense he offers, it won't help.
"I see." Long Yutian had no choice but to swallow his words, sigh, and remain silent.
Outside Lotus Heart Village, the mist dissipated, and a road leading to Green City appeared before Modi.
He still doesn't understand how the fog is formed, but he has some guesses about how it dissipates.
The fog will dissipate once the strongest monster corresponding to it, such as the Black Heavenly Mother, is defeated.
Of course, if the monsters inside escape, the mist will also disappear, as seen with the Frostbite Giant Spider in Redwood City.
"Looks like our Green City is relatively lucky; at least the monster in the fog isn't as difficult to deal with as the giant spider," Long Yutian said thankfully.
"Wait...!" He looked up sharply and discovered a blind spot.
Whether the monsters are eliminated or they emerge from the fog, the fog will dissipate. Doesn't that mean that Green City will eventually come into contact with other monsters?
"The fog outside Greenfield City has begun to dissipate, which means we will soon come into contact with the fog surrounding the neighboring city... Thankfully, it's not Redwood City."
He consoled himself with a thought, recalling the intelligence gathered from the neighboring cities.
"Let me think... zombies and man-eating plants, I should be able to handle them."
As long as it's not a monster like the Frostbite Giant Spider, the Ling Group can basically handle it.
"Why think so much? If anyone should be worried, it should be your father-in-law, not you."
Modi slapped him on the back of the head, to which he retorted:
"I'll inherit the Ling Group sooner or later and become the ruler of Green Field City. It's normal for me to plan ahead for my Green Field City, isn't it?"
Is Ling Tianfeng still alive? Has this kid already entered the "My Green City" stage ahead of time?
When will we publicly declare "my blue planet"?
Upon hearing this, the surrounding henchmen all kept their eyes down and dared not utter a word.
While this statement is certainly audacious, strictly speaking, they are troops directly under Long Yutian's command. If he truly inherits the Ling family's power, their status will rise accordingly.
"You want to inherit the Ling Group? That's going to be difficult," Mo Di laughed. "Not to mention that your father-in-law is still in good health, the rest of the Ling family won't let you take over so easily."
Long Yutian, however, looked completely indifferent.
"It's alright. When Uncle Ling decides to step down and hand over the reins to a more capable person, if any fool dares to oppose me, I will physically eliminate him."
If most people oppose me, that's even better. It means I've hit a nerve. Eliminating them all will make it easier for me to seize power.
"You seem to be going to a bit extreme, but that's what I think too."
The two exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly at each other.
Playing games of power with those insects? They don't have that kind of free time.
From Green City to the entire Blue Star, everything is under constant threat from the fog, leaving no room for them to argue.
If those at the top are still haggling over petty gains, then Long Yutian doesn't need to pretend to be a good person anymore. For the sake of the common people below, he'll just have to ask them to die.
Although he was no match for his teacher, having already broken through to the first level of the Innate Realm, killing some people was still quite easy for him.
......
After the fog dissipated, the cursed creatures within it rioted, swarming out of their nests and heading towards the nearest city, Greenfield.
It seemed like a final struggle.
"Where did all these cursed creatures come from? Just how much has the mist swallowed?"
Before them surged monsters like a tidal wave. Long Yutian's expression was serious as he and the others opened fire with their guns.
They were on their way back to Green City when, for some reason, a large horde of cursed creatures suddenly sprang out from the road and headed straight for them.
"We're running low on bullets, sir. What do you think?"
When faced with difficulties, Long Yutian would seek help from his teacher without feeling ashamed at all.
"It's alright, I'll take care of it."
Mordy gazed in the direction the monsters had come from; if he remembered correctly, it was the direction of Redwood City.
Between Greenfield City and Redwood City lies only one city, which should still be shrouded in mist.
Why did the "Danger Perception" system detect danger over there?
With no clue, could it be that the Frostbite Giant Spider has come out to hunt for food?
Coming to his senses, he exhaled a cloud of icy mist and blew it toward the beast horde.
The cursed creatures crashed into the icy mist and were instantly frozen into ice sculptures.
"This technique I've used, relying on the Wendigo bloodline and the Cold Blood True Qi, is practically a self-created spell. Unfortunately, no one else can practice it."
With a giant sword in one hand and a single-handed axe in the other, Modi strolled leisurely toward the ice sculptures.
Inside the ice sculpture, the cursed creatures struggled incessantly, but before they could break free of the ice, they were met with a giant sword.
Like a wolf among sheep, Modi slaughtered wantonly, alternating between the sacrificial axe and the greatsword, smashing ice sculptures as if cracking ice.
Before long, a large pool of blood appeared on the ground.
"The conditions for casting the spell are met; I don't need to do it myself from now on."
He retrieved the sacrificial axe, plunged the greatsword into the ground, and the cold blood energy mixed with magic flowed into the pool of blood.
Centered on him, the surrounding pool of blood transformed into a swamp-like entity, with fleshy tentacles emerging from the ground, binding the ice sculpture and dragging it downwards.
"The range of the teacher's self-created [Devia's Bloody Touch] is okay, it's very suitable for clearing out mobs, but it's a bit too heavy."
He's not good at tentacle play or anything like that.
Once the fleshy tentacles had completely devoured the beast tide, there were no more obstacles in Modi's path.
"Let's go, it's time to go back."
They encountered no more beast tides on the rest of the journey and returned safely to Green City.
However, as soon as he returned, Modi received bad news.
"That 'Frostbite Giant Spider' you mentioned has moved," Ling Tianfeng said, his face full of worry, "It's heading towards Nanfeng City, and there's no time to be happy about the death of the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother."
Modi raised an eyebrow. Nanfeng City, isn't that the city between Redwood City and Green City?
If the Frostbite Giant Spider is hunting for food, then its next target is likely Green City.
He could manage to fight a Black Heavenly Buddha Mother, but how could he possibly fight a Frost Devouring Giant Spider of the Longevity level?
"Senior, do you have any other rituals you can use? I'm willing to accept anything, no matter how dangerous." Ling Tianfeng was on the verge of tears.
"It's not a question of whether it's high-risk or not; the problem is that I'm not sure if the person to whom the ritual is being performed will help."
Rubbing his temples, Mo Di thought to himself, "I can't exactly go back to the Deathbird, can I? That bloodthirsty spectator might not even take the job."
The only option now is to see if any of the powerful families and conglomerates entrenched in various cities have any cutting-edge technologies.