From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 100, Fourth Mark: Karmic Fire Red Lotus, a Plot Against...

Chapter 100, Fourth Mark: Karmic Fire Red Lotus, a Plot Against...

In the second year after the Red Dragon King's resurrection, Avalon flourished.

Both the rampant Red Death and the refugees infected by the madness were effectively dealt with.

The Red Death plague subsided, and the refugees regained their senses.

Artoria commanded the entire territory of Avalon, bringing about bountiful harvests and quelling natural disasters.

What was given was only a portion of divine power.

This cost was soon compensated for.

Mordi sent a group of demons back to the Death Prison and ordered them to secretly set up a summoning circle to pull the Red Dragon King to that plane.

As soon as she entered the arena, Artoria went straight for the Lord of the Death Prison and killed him without saying a word.

They also purged a group of high-ranking demons while they were at it.

On that day, the radiance of the holy sword illuminated the entire Death Prison.

After succeeding, she seized the essence of the Death Prison, replenished her depleted divine power, and took over new authority.

The Death Prison was swallowed up by Avalon, and all the demons there were also incorporated and settled in the extra desolate borderlands.

After they were patched with the law, a small portion was assigned to the demon army, led by Mordi.

The demon army has grown to three thousand men, more than ten times its previous size.

With the protection of the Red Dragon King, he used his Purple Palace to seize the authority she had bestowed upon him.

The powers of trial, surveillance, and punishment were forcibly combined into one, forming a composite power with the functions of all three.

Mo Di used the [Purple Mansion Condensing Divine Seal] to condense it into a divine seal on the Purple Mansion.

These divine inscriptions combine to form a lotus pattern, and when manifested as a physical entity, it is a red lotus composed of karmic fire.

The fourth mark, the Red Lotus of Karmic Fire.

This is not just a mark, but a creation similar to a companion artifact, possessing the power of three great powers.

It can not only see sins, but also judge them according to the standards set by Mordy.

Once sins exceed a certain threshold, judgment will descend, and various punishments will be imposed.

In mild cases, it's just dizziness and disorientation; in severe cases, the body dissolves into the River Styx, and the soul is swept away by it.

If the sins are grave, the Red Lotus will ignite karmic fire, using the sinner's evil deeds as fuel to burn their soul.

The ordeal ends only when all the evil deeds are burned away and the soul is reduced to a pure flame.

During this process, the Karmic Fire Red Lotus will thrive by nourishing itself with evil karma.

In addition to this function, Mordi also developed another feature.

He can condense karmic fire into lotus seeds and plant them inside other people's bodies to monitor them.

If the sins within the recipient exceed the threshold, or if the recipient does something contrary to his opinion, the lotus seed will grow into a red lotus, bringing karmic fire.

At Mordy's suggestion, Artoria agreed to implant lotus seeds into the demons.

Regardless, they are demons for a day, and demons for a lifetime. Chaos and evil are etched in their blood, and no amount of precaution is too much.

After burning a group of demons to death, the remaining group became much more docile, and the Karmic Fire Red Lotus also received nourishment.

It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"It's a pity you're unwilling to plant it on other people, otherwise Avalon's stability would be greatly improved," Mordy said regretfully.

In the short term, the people of Avalon may express dissatisfaction and reduce their comfort.

But once they get used to it, crime in Avalon will decrease significantly.

"I still can't accept this behavior." Artoria shook her head. "What's the difference between this and putting shackles on my people?"

She could accept putting chains on demons, but she wouldn't do the same to her own people.

"Isn't the existence of the law a manifestation of the law itself?" Mordy couldn't understand her thinking.

"It's different. My laws aren't that harsh... On the contrary, why do things become so cruel once they're in your hands?"

Artoria had seen the laws he imposed on demons, and without exception, they were all incredibly cruel.

Anyone who disobeys will be punished, ranging from having their tongue cut off and eyes gouged out to committing suicide as an atonement.

"Now that we have such a useful tool, we should make the most of it; otherwise, what's the difference between it and a waste?"

Modi didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions; he remained confident in himself as always.

"It's human nature. To create an ideal world in reality, either the quality of the people of Avalon needs to be greatly improved, or some external forces need to be used... These are unavoidable."

"You seem to be going to extremes." Artoria still couldn't accept his ideas.

The two's discussion about lotus seeds came to an end, and Modi stopped mentioning it in front of her.

Although he didn't understand her, he respected her ideas.

He couldn't guarantee that his ideas were completely correct, but he would try.

Before leaving the castle, Mordy borrowed the Holy Lance from her again, randomly chose a secluded corner, and began setting up the ritual to summon Virant.

He had something to discuss with Virant.

As a long-time customer, his presence was recorded by Vilant, so his summons were quickly answered.

Still wearing his oversized wizard's hat, Virant emerged from the summoning circle, looked around, and asked curiously:

"You caught another dying ancient god? Planning another heist?"

"No, I'm just here to make a deal with you."

Mordi paused, then said in a flat tone:

"You might not believe it, but I am now the eldest son of this ancient god, and the sole heir to this kingdom."

Upon hearing the news after being summoned, Virant's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

After confirming that Mordi was not lying, he remarked with emotion:

"You've really become a kept man."

A talented junior had somehow managed to establish a connection with an ancient god—the most unbelievable thing he had ever heard.

Modi disagreed, stubbornly insisting:

"My achievements today are entirely due to my own hard work and sweat."

"Alright, alright, I believe you. So, what do you want to trade with me?"

Virant waved his hand, abandoning the argument, and instead handed him a product catalog.

After the last transaction, he accepted Modi's suggestion and specially compiled a catalog to make it easier for summoners to look up information.

As Modi flipped through the catalog, he suddenly realized that the dimensional lord in front of him had an extremely wide range of knowledge.

No matter what system or method of practice it is, you can find corresponding content here.

It's just a matter of how much or how little content there is.

After flipping through the catalog for a while, Mordy handed it back to him.

"You don't need any of that?" Vilant asked, his eyes filled with doubt.

"The details of this transaction are not those."

He spoke to himself, flipping his hand to take out a bottle containing a drop of bright red blood.

The blood droplet immediately caught Virant's attention.

Modi knew he had taken the bait.

"You should be at a crucial stage in your ascension to immortality, right? This is purified Holy Grail blood, which can increase your success rate."

"What do you want?" Virant asked seriously.

"I'll make you a promise. After you advance in your career, I want you to deal with an... not-so-strong immortal for me."

Although Virant had given him a promise, it was based on the premise of "within his power," which was not very reliable.

To ensure he could kill Audurian, he made a special deal.

Upon learning of the conditions he offered, without much hesitation or even asking the target's name, Virant readily agreed:

"make a deal."

In his view, he hesitated for even a second longer, which was a disregard for the opportunity.

With the blood of the Holy Grail, he has almost a 100% chance of successfully advancing, but without it, the success rate is uncertain, perhaps even less than 50%.

"Since it's about dealing with an immortal, the ancient god behind him will probably also make a move. Two against one shouldn't be a problem."

he thought so.

Moreover, even if he can't win, as long as the Azure Dimension still exists, he can try again.

"Then let's sign the contract." Modi smiled and handed him the contract.

This contract was written on a dragon skin, designating the Origin of Itnity as its witness.

Anyone born on the continent of Itniti who breaks the contract will be punished.

Virant signed the contract and casually asked, "Who is your target?"

"Oh, just an old relic that crawled out of history, Audurian, I'm sure you've heard of that name."

"Ah, Aldurian......isn't that the prophesied 'Shadow of the End'?"

He raised an eyebrow, his tone surprised.

"Has it returned from outside of time?"

Almost every mage has heard of the prophecy about Aldurian.

The prophecy states that the Shadow of the End will return in the Third Age and unleash a great catastrophe... before being killed by a passing Dragonborn.

"So what grudge do you have against it? Why would you go looking for trouble with a dragon that is doomed to die?"

Modi gave a slightly helpless look.

Because the dragonborn who passed by was Elena, she and Audurian would clash sooner or later.

He had no idea how the prophesied dragonborn would kill Aldurian, so he could only make more preparations.

Virant didn't delve into it. Zuo You was a loser who had returned from history. He seemed powerful, but in reality, he was just causing trouble in the North.

If I were to go elsewhere, I would either be killed by an immortal who jumps out, or by ancient artifacts unearthed by various nations.

It's just that the northern border is bitterly cold, and nobody has the time to bother with it.

The continent of Itniti has not yet returned to its peak, and can only accommodate immortals at best. Virant is confident that, in a two-on-one situation...

Wrist with another immortal.

The premise is that he can complete the general promotion as soon as possible.

The deal was struck, and Virant, carrying the blood of the Holy Grail, rushed back to the Blue Dimension.

Mordred drew his holy lance and threw it toward Camelot.

With a flash of golden light, he bumped into a short, blond man.

"Hmm, where did this steel plate come from?"

Artorina looked closely and realized that she had bumped into his chest.

She wasn't embarrassed at all; out of curiosity, she tapped the powerful body, producing a metallic clanging sound.

"You're not wearing armor? You're incredibly sturdy."

She complained briefly, then, remembering her business, asked, "By the way, did you just summon something from another dimension?"

"There's nothing to hide," Modi nodded, answering quite naturally.

"That was a friend of mine, and I asked him to help me fight an enemy someday."

"What enemy?" Artoria pressed. "How strong is it? Do we need to intervene?"

She has recovered most of her strength, and her divine power has reached level three, which is not weak among the immortals.

"I should be a bit better than you. I'll ask you for help if I need it."

Modi didn't hesitate and agreed on the spot.

He would certainly use any means necessary, especially with such a powerful ally.