From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 71 Torturing the Demon, Investigating the Cellar, Raising Vegetable People

After being tortured for a long time, Bazett's body was completely devastated, with not a single piece of skin left.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the Skinning Demon now.

Even so, it did not yield.

Because of the terms of the contract, no demon could possibly accept it.

"My soul can be reborn in the Death Prison; at worst, I'll just die again."

It gritted its teeth and endured it.

Looking at the skin torn to shreds scattered on the ground, Modi thought to himself:

"After all this torment, you still won't agree. Is this contract really that hard to accept?"

He had the last contract in his hand; if this one were torn up, Bazett would have no usable skin left.

Seeing the venom in Bazette's eyes, his resolve hardened.

"No, the more the devil opposes it, the more it proves I'm right."

This shows that he has touched a nerve with the devil.

"Its mental state is on the verge of collapse; this is the perfect time to intervene in its thinking."

The [Netherworld Mark] is in effect.

In a mere instant, Mordy grasped the most important thing in the demon's possession.

Its real name.

"Barzes Xavier, this is your last chance. If you don't sign, I'll sign it for you."

Hearing his real name spoken aloud, Bazett's anxiety finally subsided.

It wasn't even this afraid when facing a billion high-ranking demons.

"How did you find out my real name?!"

At this moment, it seemed as if all its energy and spirit had been drained.

The entire demon collapsed to the ground, utterly powerless.

"If you don't answer, I'll imprison your soul in an iron box filled with sulfur, bind it with iron chains, and throw it into the fire to roast."

Blood flames appeared at the opportune moment, followed by cursed fire and spiritual fire.

"I have three kinds of fire here, which one would you like to choose?"

His cold voice made his words sound more believable.

Bazette completely lost any desire to object.

"A dragonborn! This guy is definitely a dragonborn!"

It tremblingly raised its hand and signed its true name on the demon skin contract.

It doesn't even know the contents of the contract.

With the final stroke, the contract takes effect.

Bazett felt that his soul no longer belonged to him.

"If this is a nightmare, great Lord of the Death Prison, please let me wake up soon."

It would rather eat fewer fresh human souls and praise the name of the Lord of Death every day than experience this nightmare again.

"Very good," Mordy smiled, "this is your proof."

The Demon Skin Contract was made in duplicate, one of which he branded onto Bazett's forehead.

The skin wriggled and multiplied, covering Bazett's entire body.

The contents of the contract were transformed into patterns, imprinted on its surface.

It can no longer serve as a demonic civil servant in the death row.

"Bazette!"

"...Master, I'm here!"

It didn't want to respond, but the contract took effect.

"You vile, damned demon, get out of here and carry out your first mission!"

"Master, you haven't assigned me any tasks yet."

"No?" Mordy thought about it, and it really was true.

But when facing a demon, one can never say it's their fault.

No matter what, you must thoroughly insult the devil.

"Oh, God of Light above, you filthy maggot, you deserve to dwell in the River Styx. What gave you the courage to lie?"

Modi punched it viciously, forcing it to its knees.

"I already told you, you clearly weren't listening!"

He imitated medieval magicians and began verbally humiliating Bazett.

They denigrated it to the point of being utterly worthless.

It was also accompanied by physical torture, such as roasting it over a spiritual fire.

Only at the very end are you told the task details.

"There's a cellar beneath this mansion. Go in and explore it first. Report back to me immediately through the contract whatever you find. Got it?"

"I've got it, I've got it."

Bazette nodded eagerly.

He threw it into the cellar, and Mordy waited for news at the mansion.

Before long, news of the contract was received.

Bazett died, and his soul returned to its dimension, the Death Prison, where he is currently loading for resurrection.

Finally, it sent back a large amount of information.

Modi glanced at it and knew things were serious.

The cellar space was distorted and expanded, and a large number of flesh-and-blood monsters occupied it.

Bazett didn't last long before they tore him to pieces.

"At least we've obtained some information about the cellar."

He comforted himself in this way.

Anyway, Bazett's life isn't worth much; we can just use him again once he's resurrected.

After repeating this process dozens of times, Bazett finally figured out some of the tricks.

Its best run even crossed twelve dungeon levels.

Finally, he reached the prison door and touched it with his own hand.

After that, no matter how much Modi threatened to punish it, it refused to go down again.

"A deceased god is imprisoned there!"

It screamed like that.

"Even if He is unconscious and severely injured, He is still far beyond my reach!"

Helpless, Modi humiliated it and then kicked it back to the death row.

It was commanded to abduct more ignorant lower-ranking demons.

"Something seems to have happened to the god in the prison; he has not only lost consciousness but has also been greatly weakened."

This might be an opportunity.

An opportunity to seize power.

After a moment's thought, he glanced at the surrogate doll and made his decision.

Before that, he specifically contacted Aken.

"During your time playing the role of mayor, did you gather any information?"

"Yes, I learned quite a bit from the mayor and the townspeople."

Akhen pulled back the cloth covering his neck and pointed to the red spots on it.

"Every so often, the town of Kerwick holds a ceremony to drink human blood in order to suppress the Red Death."

"Where does human blood come from?" Mordy frowned.

He lowered his voice:

"Not far from Kowick, there is a farm where they keep the outsiders they bought and kidnapped."

"...Take me to see it."

Half an hour later, the two arrived near a building that was almost completely enclosed.

This building is located on the edge of the Black Forest, with no other buildings around it.

The building's main entrance was locked, and there were no windows visible from the front.

After knocking down several townspeople guarding the gate, Aken intended to pick the lock, but Modi was more direct than him.

He forcibly removed the door and went inside first.

The commotion of breaking down the door was quite loud, attracting the attention of the guards inside.

When they saw it was the town mayor, they were all stunned.

The lead guard was about to speak when he said, "Mayor, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Arken stepped forward and shot him.

Then he emptied the magazines of the other guards.

The leader fell to the ground, followed closely by several guards.

Arken's aim wasn't good, and many guards weren't killed on the spot.

"Fxxk! This body is so hard to control. If it were the old me, I could kill six people with five shots!"

He grumbled loudly.

The remaining guards finally reacted and drew their guns, engaging him in a fierce firefight.

He neither dodged nor avoided the bullets, letting them pierce his head and heart.

"Vudu resurrected corpse, kid."

A sinister grin spread across his bloodied and mangled face.

The resurrected corpse is fixed between life and death, and its operation is entirely controlled by the soul of the manipulator.

A mere fatal wound cannot stop its actions.

Despite his gunshot wound, Arken managed to kill the remaining guards.

He turned around and used his only remaining eye to search for Modi.

He was finally found in front of a prison cell.

"You're looking... Ugh!"

As soon as Aken leaned closer, he saw a bloated, white mass.

The outline of a human face can be vaguely seen in the depression.

Without a doubt, this is a person, or was a person.

"No wonder it's called a breeding farm, it turns out they raise this kind of thing."

Modi sniffed lightly and easily detected a fragrance.

The fragrance was coming from these people.

"The Kuwaiti people modified them."

Oily flesh, enticing aroma.

It's clear that the people of Kuwait are eating very well.

Arken has suppressed the discomfort in his soul.

"Damn it, my head is about to explode, but I still can't stop dry heaving."

"Your head is all better now," Mordy corrected.

When the Red Death occurs and reaches its later stages, the body will undergo deformities.

That's the situation Arken is in right now.

Half of his head was replaced by a large tumor, the price being that his body became slightly shriveled.

"That's alright, I can still control this resurrected corpse."

Even if something goes wrong, there's always Born's soul to take the fall.

"What should we do with these people?" he asked.

Modi activated his spiritual sense and glanced at it.

The soul is on the verge of collapse, and spirituality is almost nonexistent.

"The Kuwaiti people not only eat meat and drink blood, but also absorb spirituality and devour souls."

While Modi felt pity for these people, he was also aware of his own limitations.

If their souls are largely intact, he wouldn't mind trying to save them.

But the truth is, their souls are withered.

All he could do was give them a quick death.

"Give them a merciful death, and do it quickly."

He took out the sacrificial axe, lit the spirit fire, and whispered:

"May the dead bird grant you rest."

As the axe blade fell, the spiritual fire engulfed the bloated flesh.

The two killed as they went, passing through fifteen prisons in their path.

Each cell held one person, all of whom were bloated and suspended in the air by iron hooks, with a greasy substance oozing from their wounds.

Mordi granted them a merciful death, burning their twisted bodies with spiritual fire.

"This is the last one."

Arken cocked his gun, and in front of him was an equally bloated body.

Judging from the face of this body, it is clear that the person is not very old.

"Wait," Mordy pressed his hand, "this child... seems to be salvageable."

Perhaps because the child had only been there a short time, the damage to the child's soul was not severe.

It's probably only been nibbled on a few times.

"Ah, don't be afraid, Brother Mortis will help you restore your body."

Ignoring the grease on his body, he reached out his hand to the pale, white skin.

The death energy gathered, forming an illusory River Styx.

The curse on the child was washed away by the River Styx.

The mutated body dissolved into the River Styx, reverting to its original form.

"This can be saved?"

Arken watched the boy gradually revert to his original state and exclaimed in amazement.

Even after exhausting all his Voodoo magic, he could not find a cure.

Praying to the gods might be effective, but that depends on the whims of the Voodoo gods.

His boss, a guy who was ostensibly an investigator, accomplished this with ease.

"You wouldn't happen to be a vampire from Europe, would you?"

He realized that the method Mordy used was remarkably similar to the blood control techniques used by vampires.

"No, I'm a normal human being."

Modi picked up the unconscious boy, intending to hand him over to Aken.

Thinking of the Red Death disease in Arken, he changed his mind and held the boy in one arm.

When will the ceremony in Korwick take place?

"Tonight is one of the few times the townspeople will be out in the evening, and they prepared the ingredients earlier... What are you planning to cook?"

"Give them a surprise."

Having gone through this ordeal, the Sacrifice Axe seems to have once again attracted the attention of the Deathbird.

Its element of death is more pronounced, thus placing it among the ranks of mid-tier demonic artifacts.

The death-telling bird is urging him on, urging him to bring a painful death to the one who deserves to die.