From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 83 Seven-Headed Demon Wolves, Knights of the Round Table

Modi took out the matchbox, opened it, and took a look.

Three matches lay quietly inside the box.

They were formed from the souls of the three giant wolves.

Those three mad souls have now fallen silent, trapped in a dream.

Once lit, they become fuel, bringing new dreams to the matchholder.

"We need to find someone to test it out."

Modi looked up at a village in the distance.

A faint smell of blood entered his nostrils, and he could sense that there was bleeding nearby.

Here comes the test subject, doesn't it?

A gray shadow leaped out from the roadside and grabbed at Cinderella, the weakest member of the group.

A cold glint flashed, and Modi pressed the gray shadow down to its knees with a claw.

"Awoooooo!"

The gray shadow struggled, and only then did the others see its true form.

It turned out to be a gray wolf as tall as a person.

"Don't shout." Modi took out a match, lit it, and flicked it away.

The match was inserted into the wolf's eye socket, and a dream silently took shape.

"Compared to a matchbox, the dream created by a match is easier to shatter."

Inside the matchbox, another match was generated.

He took the still-burning match, shook it, and extinguished it.

"This match is ruined. To get more matches, we must start a big fire with them."

It will also inevitably affect a large number of intelligent beings.

He grabbed the gray wolf and threw the corpse to the Fleshweaver.

"Will the new raw materials produce beautiful fabric?"

"It tastes great, I really like it."

The meat weavers feasted, while a few who had never witnessed such a scene were stunned.

"What...what are these things doing?" Little Red Riding Hood asked, her finger trembling as she pointed at them.

Modi replied naturally, "They are the weavers who accompany the group, responsible for eating and weaving."

A demon scout, having gathered intelligence ahead, ran over to report to him.

"Master, everyone in the village ahead is dead. The ground is littered with gnawed bones. Not a single one survived."

"Aren't there any wolves in sight?"

"no."

The third pig chimed in, "Those wolves are very cunning; they might be lying in ambush, ready to attack anyone who passes by."

Modi nodded slightly, raised his hand, and the Dragon Hunter Spear appeared in his hand, which he then threw with force.

Guided by spiritual awareness, the lightning transformed from the Dragon Hunter Spear landed in the center of the village.

Ice fog and electric arcs swept through the entire village, freezing the wolves hiding within into ice sculptures or forcing them to flee in panic.

Bazett calmly gave the order:

"They're out. First and third teams, use Tactic One. Second and fourth teams, hold your ground."

Driven by a thirst for military glory, the demonic soldiers swarmed forward, surrounding and annihilating the wolves one by one.

Most of the wolves died at their hands, with only a small number still struggling to survive.

With the arrival of officials such as Bazette and Aken, they gradually became unable to sustain themselves.

"For our great master!"

Bazett summoned the fires of the Death Prison and directed a pillar of fire down onto the head of a giant wolf.

The fire of death in the prison is like a festering sore; once it touches a wolf's fur, it is difficult to extinguish.

Compared to its relatively normal art style, Arken is much more bizarre.

He took out one of his paintings and unfolded the protective barrier on it.

"Watch closely, Cinderella, this is our fighting style."

The soil churned and turned into bloody mud, and graft plants sprouted from the ground.

The seemingly harmless plants revealed their fangs, dismembering and piecing together the wolves that had been surrounded.

The plants in the painting have gained many new limbs.

Just as the wolf pack was about to be wiped out, a wolf howl came from afar.

The wolf pack suddenly went berserk, trading wounds for wounds and lives for lives.

"Something big is coming."

Modi gazed into the distance and saw a fireball streak past, hurtling towards them like lightning.

Without hesitation, he summoned Frostbite and raised his gun with his other hand, pulling the trigger.

The fireball was stopped by the blood flame bomb, remaining suspended in the air and revealing its true form.

It was a colossal creature with seven heads and seven tails.

Its fur is golden, it has seven thick and powerful tails, and seven ferocious wolf heads.

On his back was a giant sword connected by chains.

One of the seven-headed wolf's heads, with the chain in its mouth, swung it around violently.

The giant sword was then flung towards Modi.

"Another relic of an ancient god?" Modi's eyes narrowed, and he unleashed Frostbite from below.

The two giant swords clashed, and Modi felt a jolt throughout his body, a faint numbness in his hand.

"That's some real strength."

He knocked the chain-like giant blade back, and the seven-headed wolf pulled it back onto its back.

"That's the wolf king!" Little Red Riding Hood warned.

The three pigs were sweating profusely: "It's very powerful; even the Knights of the Round Table in the royal city couldn't defeat it."

"Then I'll handle it."

Mordi recalled the Dragon Slayer Spear and hurled it at the swooping fireball.

A flash of lightning disappeared into the fireball.

The seven-headed wolves howled in agony, but the fireballs continued to rain down with undiminished force.

Modi swept his sword horizontally, and the frost gnawing and fireball clashed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Everyone around was thrown into the air.

"Oh, how rude of me."

Bazett got up, looking disheveled, and quickly gave the order:

"Although it's an enemy, it's still the Wolf King, and we must abide by the hierarchy... We must deal with it with all our might!"

The demons surrounded them, working with Mordi to encircle and kill the seven-headed demon wolves.

Amidst the smoke and dust, one of the wolf's heads had been pierced through.

The dragon-slaying spear was still stuck in its body, while Frostbite was being held firmly in the jaws of its other head.

Modi tried to draw Frostbite but failed, so he summoned Dragonfire Hunting Gun and sprayed it with water.

The seven-headed wolf was caught off guard by the attack, losing half of its head and its fur was stained with blood and flames.

In pain, it instinctively released its grip.

Taking advantage of the moment, Modi drew his Frostbite sword, turned around and swung it, the blade sinking deep into its flesh.

The deathly aura dissipated, flowing into the demon wolf's body through the wound and corroding its flesh.

The wolf struggled, desperately trying to stop the loss of its flesh and blood.

The ancient god's relic resonated with it, creating a stalemate with Modi's three major marks.

Despite this, it still cannot hide its decline.

Demons swung their knives at it, and Mordy took the opportunity to throw out newly produced matches, sticking them one after another into its head.

The match pierces flesh and blood, together creating a dreamlike illusion.

The wolf's consciousness gradually sank, and even though its soul was tainted by madness, it could not escape the illusion.

The resonance between the ancient god's relics and it was greatly weakened.

With a flick of his wrist, Modi seized control of the demon wolf's flesh and blood.

Its massive body gradually decayed, until finally only a dried-up corpse remained on the spot.

The blood pool expanded further, and at the same time, Modi's physical strength also increased.

"It's dead."

Modi drew his Frostbite and then his Dragon Hunter Spear.

"The other wolves are probably mostly dead by now."

He accepted the relics of the ancient god, cut off the heads of the seven-headed demon wolves one by one, and then used magic to process them.

Finally, he obtained seven white wolf skulls.

He kept the largest one in the middle for himself and distributed the remaining six to his subordinates.

"Bazett, these six skulls are awarded to the six soldiers who performed the best in this battle."

"Your will."

With him overseeing things, Bazett handled the matter fairly.

All six soldiers who received the skull smiled.

The remaining soldiers could only cut their own skulls from the wolf carcasses on the ground.

"My God, the wolf king is dead just like that?"

Little Red Riding Hood then realized what was happening and covered her mouth in amazement.

With the inner demon that had plagued her for years killed, she was momentarily at a loss.

The third pig wasn't as pretentious as her; he simply expressed his gratitude:

"You killed the wolf king and avenged me. If there's anything you need me to do in the future, just let me know."

Modi thought for a moment, then realized he was still missing a guide, so he asked:

"You've been mercenaries for so many years, you should know the kingdom very well, right?"

"Yes, we've traveled almost all over the kingdom," Little Red Riding Hood nodded.

"I need to go to the capital, and I'm short a guide. Could you fill that position?"

The man and the pig looked at each other and nodded.

"Of course, we don't have much to do right now anyway, and besides, you've helped us get revenge."

With the guide in place, and after Modi and his men finished cleaning up the battlefield, they continued northward.

After the battle, many demon soldiers received spoils of war, and they were all beaming with joy.

They made wolf bones into jewelry and wore them on their bodies; the bones made a crisp sound as they clashed with their armor.

They really look like a demonic army returned from hell.

Before leaving the village, at Cinderella's request, Mordy led a team to visit her home.

I knocked on the door, but no one answered.

The soldiers broke down the door and soon dragged out three skeletons that had been completely gnawed clean.

Modi said calmly, "Your stepmother and two older sisters are all dead."

"...I understand, thank you for bringing me here."

Cinderella's expression was complex.

Although she disliked these three people, they were still family in name only.

She dug a pit herself and buried the three skeletons.

Then the group continued on their way.

On the road.

Little Red Riding Hood introduced them to the situation in the royal city.

Cadres such as Bazette and Aken also took out notebooks to take notes.

"The royal city is the heart of the entire kingdom, protected by the Knights of the Round Table, who are the pillars of the kingdom."

When Mordy mentions the Knights of the Round Table, he thinks of King Arthur, and then of a certain ahoge (a type of shaggy king).

"By the way, what's the full name of the royal city?"

"Camelot, you don't even know this?"

Little Red Riding Hood gave him a strange look.

In response, he could only resort to the universal explanation: "We are foreign mercenaries who have only recently arrived in the kingdom."

Camelot, the capital city, the Knights of the Round Table—could it be that the Mad King is connected to King Arthur?

He thought it was possible.

There was just one thing that puzzled him.

Why was He sealed in Amelikan, and not in Da Ying?

Modi had no clue and continued listening to Little Red Riding Hood's explanation.

"...Besides the Knights of the Round Table, there are three other people in the royal city who should never be offended easily."

Her expression was serious as she said, "If you offend them, the entire kingdom will become your enemy."

"The judge, the executioner, and the watchman—these three men were highly regarded by the king."

"While the king is asleep, even the Knights of the Round Table must obey his orders."

Modi noted down the names of the three people and then asked:

"You just said the king is asleep, what does that mean?"

"Many years ago, the king led his army to resist foreign invasion and was seriously wounded. He has been in a deep sleep ever since."

Little Red Riding Hood sighed.

"After that battle, the kingdom's only prince disappeared, and the three men took control of the government."

As Modi processed the information, he silently thought of the crawling corpse mountain.

Could it be that the external enemy is Him?