freenovelworld Chapter 325 The Legion's Sharp Blade
Chapter 325 The Legion's Sharp Blade
Chapter 325 The Legion's Sharp Blade
"Huowen, open your eyes, it's me..."
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A muffled sound came from beyond the sky and poured directly into Huo Wen's head without warning.
He struggled to open his eyelids, instinctively breaking free from the liquid enveloping him, and took a step forward.
The feeling of being grounded reassured him, but the hazy world before him gave him a sense of unreality. Everything seemed to be seen through a thin veil, as if he were in a fairytale world in a dream.
He used to have this kind of dream when he was a child, but he hasn't had it for a long time.
"Hiss, the modification is complete? But why do I feel like I've become severely nearsighted? I can't see anything clearly."
"This is normal, because the transformation is not actually complete yet. You can think of it as being in a dream, except that this dream is one that you and Him have constructed together."
The voice was much clearer, but it still had an ethereal quality, as distant as a divine oracle from the highest heavens.
"Speaking of which, I'm also curious about what kind of dreams those things have. Anyway, let me make some technical adjustments for you first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Wen felt the blurriness in his eyes fade, and the world became clear again.
Countless vibrant, ever-changing colors entered his retina without his consent, and a flood of information washed over his consciousness at the same time.
He had to close his eyes and avoid looking at the world in front of him to avoid being overwhelmed by the excessive information he received visually.
"You can't even handle this just because it's visual?" Modi joked. "Your hearing, smell, touch, and taste haven't even kicked in yet, let alone the other senses."
"I never imagined that the world could be seen so vividly by someone."
Huo Wen thought to himself, "Is this the world as seen through the eyes of demons?"
"It's only a small part. I shut down some of the senses you inherited from him, otherwise you would have seen much more incredible sights."
Modi sighed softly, sending a chill down Huo Wen's spine. He felt as if Modi was lamenting something he couldn't see, and he felt that disaster was about to befall him.
His next words confirmed Huo Wen's guess.
"By the way, go and eliminate the lingering evil spirit later, so that the transformation is complete."
"Ah, me?"
Huo Wen felt this was an impossible task, after all, he couldn't adapt to his current transcendent senses at all, and he could only exert less than half of his strength, so how could he possibly kill that evil remnant?
To this, Modi simply declared indifferently: "Since you can't adapt to your senses, then let your senses control you. You can rest assured that I won't let my surgical success rate decrease because of you."
What does this mean?
Huo Wen couldn't understand either the first or the second sentence.
But none of that matters, because he will soon experience it firsthand.
The next moment, a will forcefully intervened in the dream, compelling him to open his eyes, amplify his senses, and receive external information to the best of his ability.
He only had time to let out a scream before his senses were forced to adapt and fight against the lingering demonic remnant with its starry-sky colors.
His consciousness was shattered and reassembled in each battle, only to be shattered again, but no matter what, it would never dissipate.
In contrast, his opponent, with his starry-sky-like colors, was completely different; with each battle, he pushed his sleeve a step closer to the edge of the cliff.
In the cycle of battle, Huo Wen became increasingly adept, progressing from being controlled by his senses to adapting to them, and finally unlocking his closed senses.
The transformation process continued in this way, and a large amount of data was collected and recorded by observers outside the dream world.
Holding the Yuan Tu sword, Mo Di observed the evolution of the dream while preparing to strike at any moment.
If Huo Wenzhen were to fall into the possibility of failure, he would use the Yuan Tu to destroy that possibility and nail it to the path of success.
However, this would greatly reduce the possibilities for Huo Wen, potentially leading him into a dead end where he can't change anything.
Everything comes at a price. Fortunately, his martial will was very strong, so Modi didn't need to take any further action.
Modi sheathed his sword, quietly exited the dream, and returned to the laboratory he had only used for a short while.
Opening his eyes, he saw Huo Wen still lying in the modified pod, with all the readings on it within the normal threshold.
He predicted that Huo Wen would wake up soon and be reborn as the King of Demons.
"I tried it, but this kind of modification surgery is still too dangerous. It's only suitable for tough guys like Huo Wen. You guys probably have no chance... Oh, but Li Yu could give it a try."
"I'm sorry," Li Yu declined, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect. "I prefer the strength I gain through my own efforts."
"Alright then, although in my opinion there is no difference between the two, I respect your opinion."
Modi shrugged, not insisting that he lie down in the modification pod.
In fact, he hadn't originally planned to give Huo Wen a demon; it was Huo Wen who requested it, after all, he's always been a democratic person.
"Mr. Yuri, you're here too." Mordy looked at the silent Yuri, seeing right through his thoughts. "You want to know the detailed process and the effects of the modification, right?"
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...right."
Yuri always felt that he, this master of the mind, was just a greenhorn in front of him, and that Yuri could easily read his thoughts.
"You don't need to close yourself off, because it's pointless," Mordy smiled. "I'm not reading your mind. In fact, I have many more ways to deduce your thoughts."
"Speculation?" Yuri asked with a puzzled look.
"Yes, it's speculation, but that's not the focus of our discussion today."
He took out a fragment, which was the remnant of the demon.
This fragment resembles a two-dimensional plane with no thickness, displaying the colors of a distorted starry sky, with a black hole-like point in the center, like the fragment's eye.
Yuri looked at the eye, and the eye looked back at him.
In an instant, he felt as if he had fallen into a gravity trap, unable to take his gaze off that eye.
"He longs to enter my mind, and he longs for me to understand Him, even if only one of us can survive in the end," he said in a trembling voice.
"That's right, spreading their own existence within the cognition of living beings is their instinct."
Modi smiled as he grasped the fragment, then covered the eye with his fingers, severing its visual connection with Yuri.
Yuri was finally able to look away, licked his dry lips, and asked, "Is this what was implanted in his body?"
He was referring to Huo Wen, but to his surprise, Mo Di shook his head and said something astonishing: "What I implanted in Huo Wen was not this kind of dregs, but a complete demon."
Implanting a complete demon is far more difficult than implanting a fragment of a demon.
It not only demands extremely high skills from the surgeon, but also from the body and will of the person being modified.
In Modi's view, there are probably only a handful of people in the entire Epsilon Legion who could survive eight surgeries like Hoven.
"But if it's just implanting demonic fragments, then there's much more room for maneuver," Modi said with a smile, his words subtly seductive.
He painted a vision for Yuri, a vision of the dawn before a purple future, where the Mad Mountains were leveled by Epsilon's blades, the Legion freed from the shackles of Antarctica, and turned its gaze outward.
A demon king commands the blades of his legion, using thought and cognition as his battlefield, leading a purple torrent that sweeps across the land and establishes a purple kingdom.
Meanwhile, another demon king deals with threats from beyond the realm. Under his blade, both extraterrestrial evil gods and other non-human sentient beings will be defeated.
"Will I become a demon king?"
Yuri murmured to himself that he always felt that Modi was more like an evil god, and that his words had a bewitching effect.
Modi waved his hand. "That's just a title, don't worry about it. Besides, I don't intend to force you. It's all up to you, whether it's implanting a complete demon or creating a blade that belongs to you."
What he said was all true. No matter which option Yuri chose, it was a possibility for him, and it was all within the realm of change.
Change is a good thing.
"Is there any possibility that my ideal, Epsilon's ideal, can be realized?" Yuri suddenly asked. "Will that purple future truly come? Will humanity be able to understand each other? Will the conflicts between people truly disappear?"
"It will happen, it will all happen."
Modi smiled and nodded, completely unconcerned that he looked almost like an evil god at this moment.
"I can see that such a possibility does exist."
"Let's begin... I'll start," Yuri said.
"Are you sure? Shouldn't we start with modifying less dangerous blades?"
"There's no need for that. If I fail, my clones will take my place. They share the same ideals and beliefs as me, and are no different from me."
In the end, Yuri was still seduced by the evil god and willingly lay down in the modification pod.
As Yuri was immersed in the specially made nutrient solution, he felt incredulous that he had actually trusted someone he had only met a few days ago.
It's even hard to say whether they're human or not.
But he also knew that he didn't have many choices. If he left Crazy Mountains unattended, the creatures there would eventually spill out, and then he wouldn't need to talk about ideals anymore. Just being able to protect human civilization would be a success.
But now, an opportunity has presented itself to him, and he must consider whether it is the only one he will ever have.
Even if it's a deal with an evil god.
"Now I can understand the gambler's mentality of those who reincarnate, because I am one of them now."
Yuri closed his eyes, and a sphere appeared inexplicably in his vision, which should have been dark. It seemed to be a reflection of the starry sky, spreading the colors of the starry sky to the world in his dark heart.
"So, this is how the renovation process works..."
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Outside the modified cabin, Modi gradually sank the demon into Yuri's mental world, while simultaneously manipulating the instruments to inject strengthening agents into Yuri's relatively thin body.
To bear the evil spirit, a strong body and a firm will are both indispensable. Yuri already has the latter, while he does not have the former, but for Modi, it is just a matter of course.
If he, a blood mage by origin, couldn't conjure up the body of an immortal at will, he would be laughed to death by the other immortals.
Watching Yuri's lean body bulge with large muscles, growing taller and stronger as if inflated, Modi nodded in satisfaction. It seemed his skills hadn't become rusty.
While closely monitoring the transformation, Modi also spared a sliver of his attention to respond to a call coming from somewhere outside.
He decided to see how this reckless cult managed to get the phone to him.
Responding to the call, his mind darted to the other side of the world, disregarding the blockade, and easily infiltrated a prison dimension filled with green light.
"Is this... a radiation hell?"
Modi raised an eyebrow; he finally understood why that third-rate cult had dialed his number.
It turned out that the authority of the King of Hell, whom they believed in, overlapped with his authority.
This is also because the King of Hell, whom they worship, is already in a state of near-death and unable to respond to the prayers of his followers.
Many years ago, that red behemoth, together with the still-powerful Global Anomaly Alliance, dealt a heavy blow to Him just as He was about to descend from the nuclear power plant into the world, sending Him back to Hell.
Even now, the injury has not healed. Even if another world war breaks out and nuclear radiation spreads with the explosion of nuclear bombs, his injury will not recover so quickly.
This was destined to be a long process, but fortunately, He no longer had to endure such pain.
Because Modi has arrived.
Modi channeled a wisp of his consciousness into the remains of this King of Hell, activating his own authority to overwrite and absorb the original authority.
The ravaged, three-legged mechanical body of the Lord of Radiation was restless and agitated, resisting the invasion of outsiders, but to Modi, this resistance was not much different from whining.
The cylindrical main body lit up with a dangerous red light, and the entire lead-gray ruined prison was suddenly illuminated by a ghastly green glow.
In exercising their authority, they intend to deepen their anchor point.
"A futile struggle." Modi sneered, feeling like a villain taking advantage of someone in distress.
The facts are pretty much the same.
With a thought, an even stronger radiance emanated from his body, easily overwhelming the sovereign authority of radiation.
At the same time, another kind of authority came into effect.
Flesh and blood climbed onto the mechanical body of the Lord of Radiation out of thin air, spreading all the way into the joints and pipes.
In a short while, only a half-flesh, half-metal construct remained on the spot.
The surface sheen changed from red to blue, signifying that the body had officially fallen into Modi's hands.
"The most urgent task is to modify the appearance of this thing, otherwise I won't dare to show it to anyone."
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The Lord of Radiation was actually a runaway machine that had seized power; he truly hadn't anticipated this.
It's fine if it's a machine, but the key problem is that the three-legged cylindrical shape is also unattractive, and it's hard to tell from the outside what the sleeves were originally for.
"Let me see the database... What is a planetary terraforming device?"
Modi was stunned for a moment; it was the first time he had ever seen a creation specifically designed to destroy the environment.
"Could it be that the race that created Him preferred to live in a radiation-filled nuclear winter environment?"
Perhaps this environmental modification device, before gaining authority, originated from the same source as the alien spaceship he shot down long ago—both were creations of a certain civilization.
However, in any case, it is now merely a vessel for Modi, and its appearance and function can only be defined by Modi.