freenovelworld Chapter 212 Shit Mountain Rune Code
Chapter 212 Shit Mountain Rune Code
Chapter 212 Shit Mountain Rune Code
The fortress hangs high in the sky, below which lies the shattered Frost Tower Mage Academy.
Under the bombardment of the floating fortress, the Frost Tower's proud protective barrier was as fragile as paper and was easily torn to shreds.
Immediately afterwards, the Blood God's invading army descended from the sky and stormed into this ancient academy with a history of hundreds of years.
They tore down the historic walls, smashed the ancient doors with swords and spears, and even disturbed the souls wandering in the academy's corridors, burning them with their blood and flames.
Even though Dean Savor led a group of teachers in a fight-and-retreat, it couldn't change the fact that the college was gradually losing ground.
"Huff, huff..." Savor gasped for breath, using the ancient artifact to support his body, watching helplessly as the number of teachers around him dwindled.
The mage Brif, from the Pantie family, died in a bombardment; his body was blown to pieces.
The mage Hiro of the Emma family died by beheading; his head was ripped from his neck by a giant axe.
Few mages remained, and even with the ancient artifact, the Staff of Manus, he could not withstand the onslaught of the Blood God's invading army.
Heaven knows where they got so many immortals from, and all of them were so determined that his mental attacks were like hitting a stubborn rock, unable to penetrate their bodies at all.
"They're practically soulless; mental attacks have no effect on them, and their bodies are incredibly resilient. Most of my spells are immune to them... Where did the Blood God Cult find so many warrior-path immortals?"
Savor was unaware of the concept of the unity of body and spirit, nor did he know that these master warriors had fought their way up through real combat, each with blood on their hands.
They withstood the charge of cavalry that formed an army, hunted the primordial demons created by the Great Qian Dynasty, burned away the swarms of plague insects from the Hundred Poisons Sect with blood flames, and were also bathed in the radiated blood rain after the death of the Umbrella Beast.
Even if you take just one of them and bring along an army of a thousand, they would be enough to take down Frost Tower, let alone now that they have appeared in groups and brought with them a floating fortress.
It was inevitable for them to capture Frost Tower within hours.
Du Yuanping neither dodged nor evaded, letting the burning spell of the Staff of Manus hit him. His figure only paused slightly before leaving an afterimage and his entire body crashed heavily into Savor.
A deafening roar erupted from the two of them.
The Dean of Frost Tower was struck through the chest cavity by an elbow, his ribs and heart exploding into a bloody mist, leaving him as a flickering candle in the wind.
But Du Yuanping didn't give him any more time. He reached out and covered his head with one hand, grabbed his neck with the other, and twisted his head off.
The headless body knelt on the ground, and Du Yuanping picked up the staff that had fallen to the ground.
Holding the Staff of Manus in one hand and the head in the other, he joined the shouts of "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God" around him.
The declaration of war was issued three and a half hours ago, and now, the Frost Tower Mage Academy has completely fallen.
A large number of spellbooks, along with various spellcasting tools, were transported to the floating fortress, along with the heads captured by the soldiers.
The ancient artifact of Savor, the Staff of Manus, was transported separately to the Ice Palace via a more costly method and fell into the hands of Mordi.
"An ancient artifact, the Staff of Manus?" Mordy turned the staff in his hand over and over, examining it carefully.
Overall, this is a staff inlaid with crystals at both ends, with intricate patterns engraved on the handle. The crystal at the top is spherical, and the crystal at the bottom is prismatic, both in a blue-green hue.
Touching it, this sacred artifact feels icy cold, with the texture of an iron rod; perhaps it could even be used to strike someone.
"It is said that when Frost Tower Academy was first established, this staff was hidden deep beneath the academy, in his own tomb, by its owner, who was also the academy's first dean."
Elena read aloud the information she had collected, word for word, in a reverent tone.
"The first dean of Frost Tower Academy, though an immortal, has had his name forgotten in the past, and there is no record of him in the annals. We have reason to believe that he has fallen."
"Even his name is gone. That first abbot must have really perished. Otherwise, Savor wouldn't have been able to rob his tomb. In that case, Savor even dug up the grave of his own ancestor. He's really being incredibly filial."
Modi laughed, and as he tried to activate the Staff of Manus, a flash of inspiration struck him.
"Do you think the name 'Staff of Manus' might be an anchor point left by that headmaster?"
The immortals, even if only a name remains, may be resurrected from the past. Anything they leave behind, including a piece of information, may become the anchor point for their resurrection.
Elena closed her eyes and remained silent for a while. When she opened them again, she nodded. "I think it's possible."
"Looking through many ancient texts, we have not been able to find the name of the first abbot, but the Staff of Manus has appeared many times. It is hard not to suspect that this is information left behind on purpose."
After studying the staff for a while, Modi sealed it away deep within the Ice Palace.
Although this thing is a relic of the immortals, it also has the effect of absorbing magic power, ether and other energies, as well as amplifying energy-burning spells, making it a veritable mage killer.
However, its biggest drawback is also in its effectiveness; in addition to energy-burning spells, it will also absorb spells cast by the holder.
Savor relied too much on its energy amplification and ran into Du Yuanping, who was a master of both body and mind and had deep control over every inch of his muscles. As a result, he could only have his head ripped off.
More than the Staff of Manus, Mordi valued the spinning machine, or rather the spinning machine of fate, which he had seized from the Darkscale Hermitage.
This spinning machine is named after fate, so it is naturally related to mystical things such as fate and prophecy. Every once in a while, the spinning wheel will produce yarn balls, the materials used and their sources are unknown.
The yarn always contains some kind of secret message. When the yarn is placed into the loom, it will weave cloth, and the secret message will be deciphered.
The members of the Darkscale Hermitage use the secret messages on these fabrics to assassinate their targets.
After the Hermitage was wiped out by the Five Fingers, the loom fell into Mordy's hands, and it continued to work, constantly weaving new cloth.
The name that appears most frequently in the secret code is Mormontis.
"Mormontes, the one with grave sins? Have I committed such a great sin?"
Mordy felt that he had nothing to do with the word "sinner." Either the spinning wheel was wrong, or the loom was wrong, or the whole textile machine was wrong.
In short, he couldn't possibly be wrong; there's no way he could be wrong at all.
"After several days of research, I've finally figured out where you went wrong."
Modi patted the spinning machine. Although he still had many things he didn't understand about it, such as where the raw materials came from, he managed to figure out its core working mode, or rather, its focus.
The core of the entire machine is undoubtedly the spinning wheel, and the spinning wheel works on the principle of divination.
Similar to the prophetic techniques Modi usually uses, except that the spinning wheel technique is more advanced and seems to incorporate some kind of rule of fate.
Its prophecy points to "maintaining stability" and "upholding order".
This is why it included Mordi on its assassination list.
The Blood God Cult's constant warfare has completely destroyed the original order in the North, which runs counter to its prophetic guidance.
After all, its purpose is simply to maintain order and stability, whether those are good or bad.
But this was not what Mordi wanted. The outdated old order, filled with nobility and exploitation, would hinder his power development and slow down his rise, thus incurring his disdain.
He must break it down and build a new order on the ruins, one that conforms to his expectations.
"So I will modify you, make you into my shape, and make you serve my territory," Mordy muttered to himself as he looked at the spinning machine.
He stretched out a hand and placed it on the spinning machine, and the power of the Blood Sea Divine Force surged out, flowing through every part of the spinning machine.
Divine power seeped into the core of the spinning machine, and he began to modify its prophetic direction.
"What a complicated string of rune code, it somehow smells like a mountain of shit?"
Faced with the string of runes presented by the divine vision, Modi looked troubled, much like the helplessness one feels when confronted with a mountain of uncommented code.
If he is not mistaken, this should be a script from the Second Age, which also possesses power, therefore spells that are linguistically fluent have no effect on it.
Fortunately, he had seen them in the books in the Ice Palace before, so they were not unfamiliar to him.
He waved his hand, and a white sphere appeared in his palm—the very same celestial book he had brought back from the previous world.
It not only contains an entire data city, but also a large number of ghosts and immortals.
They made a deal with him to work for him for five hundred years, after which he would grant them their freedom.
Besides these, there were also some ghost immortals who had already submitted to him. They stayed in the previous world and followed the Blood God Cult in its battles.
Blue patterns lit up on the surface of the celestial book sphere, assisting Modi in modifying the rune code of the textile machine.
The original prophecy was directed towards "stability maintenance," but it has gradually been distorted by him into "protecting Modi's interests."
Below this, there are a series of secondary nodes, such as "promoting the development of the Blood God Cult" and "ensuring fairness."
and so on.
Modi worked for eight days and nights before finally achieving his goal.
He cut off a piece of cloth woven by a loom and glanced at the coded message that had been deciphered. It was no longer "the sinful Mormontis," but an order directed at someone in the city.
Specifically, it means: To John Fleming, please eat a piece of cake when you wake up the next morning.
It seems like a strange instruction, but it was actually prophesied based on the direction of "promoting the development of the Blood God Cult".
"Elena, you take care of this spinning machine. As for the transmission of instructions and supervision of its execution... leave that to Index Finger."
"The relevant procedures have been arranged. In addition, there is one more thing I would like to remind you of."
Elena paused, then took out a piece of frontline intelligence. "There's been some unusual activity in the Deeplands, as they've begun testing the defenses we've set up at the entrance. At the same time, the same thing is happening at the three entrances to the Forgotten Realm. It's hard to say that the two events aren't connected."
After thinking for a moment, Modi instructed Elena to take charge of the overall situation, while he himself dispatched several Blood God Children to personally make a trip to the entrance of the Forgotten Realm.