freenovelworld Chapter 129 When you're traveling, you have to give yourself your own identity.
Chapter 129 When you're traveling, you have to give yourself your own identity.
Chapter 129 When you're traveling, you have to give yourself your own identity.
Ivan struggled to carry Finn on his back, trudging through the snow, one step at a time.
The man on his back, Finn, was barely breathing and unrecognizable. His skin was dry, with clearly visible veins, and his skin was bluish-black, as if something had drained his flesh and blood.
He looked as if he had aged several decades; his skin was covered with age spots, his hair had all fallen out, and the shape of his skull was unusually prominent.
He made a sound like a broken bellows pumping air out of his mouth, straining to squeeze out the sound from his throat:
"Where are we?"
With every word he spoke and every breath he took, he felt as if his lungs and throat were on fire, burning intensely.
Ivan looked up and glanced into the distance, where the outline of a giant city came into view.
That was their target: the Grand Duchy of Stano.
He reassured him, "We're almost there; Grand Duchy of Stano is just around the corner."
"Hiss, huff." Finn breathed with difficulty, the cold air rushing into his trachea, a knife-like pain surging up, making him regain consciousness for a moment.
It all started with his impulsive act. If he hadn't taken advantage of Ting to steal the Shuang family's treasure, he wouldn't be cursed like this.
More than a dozen different curses were taking effect within him; if it weren't for the Demon Lord keeping him alive, he would have died long ago.
His only hope was to reach the Grand Duchy as soon as possible, and with the help of his family's influence, collect the ritual materials to complete the [Reincarnation of the Dead] ritual.
Only by becoming an undead, freeing himself from flesh and blood, can he escape the curse that targets his body.
As for those that target the soul, we can only find solutions later.
After much effort, the two finally made it out of the snowfield and were less than a hundred meters away from the Grand Duke's territory.
Seeing that he was about to escape danger, Ivan, who was seriously injured, could not hide his joy. As he approached the city gate, he suddenly stopped and looked into the city with a relaxed expression.
"Why, why did it stop?" Finn said weakly.
He paused for a moment before stammering, "I saw a red dragon fly away, and the Ice Palace seems to have been destroyed by it."
Upon hearing this, Finn's breath hitched, and his spirit was finally broken by the curse, causing him to fall into a coma.
With the death of Grand Duke Stano, a power struggle is bound to begin in the Grand Duchy. The grand duke's children with inheritance rights, the nobles with ulterior motives, and the covetous lords from outside the region will stir up trouble throughout the North.
In the near future, Piaodongling will be able to develop steadily.
"Gale, Vida, Evelia... those I've specifically named will remain in Winter Territory; the rest of the officers will go into the demiplane to await orders."
Modi spoke indifferently, and after finishing his sentence, he ignored the hesitant cadres, opened a demiplane rift, and walked straight in.
The few people who stayed behind, including Gail, looked at each other and felt that something had changed about him.
Not only did her demeanor become much colder, but she also seemed to be suppressing something when she spoke.
Just one glance at him gave them the feeling of encountering a natural enemy, and their spiritual intuition screamed for them to stay away.
"Evelya, you have a close relationship with our lord, do you know what problems he's been facing lately?"
Gale secretly inquired with Evelia, but only received a shake of her head in response.
"He's been like this ever since they took down Audurian, and he hasn't spoken to me in a long time."
She hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice and said her guess: "Perhaps it is that person's death that has left him still immersed in grief."
Thinking of the girl who was almost always by the lord's side, Gale immediately realized what was going on.
Having had a similar experience, he understood what it felt like to lose a wife, and couldn't help but feel a little pity for his lord.
"Dissent against superiors is not only impolite, but also against the rules." Special Officer Baze glanced at them, stopping the conversation.
It didn't know what its master would think, but as a loyal dog, it had a responsibility to stop the spread of such rumors.
Evelyn glanced at it, snorted coldly, and left the executive meeting room.
Wherever there are people, there is a social hierarchy; even among cadres, there is no monolithic entity.
The officer faction, led by Bazett, and the civilian officials, including Evelia, were at odds with each other.
The struggle between civil and military officials has always been like this.
At this moment, Mordi had no intention of balancing their conflict. Contrary to Evelyn's guess, he was not heartbroken, but rather disturbed by the whispers.
To suppress the whispers, he needed to have the dragon soul attach to his back, but Elena's dragon soul was currently occupied with something else and she couldn't leave for the time being.
He had no choice but to rely on his own willpower to get through it.
The Ancient Bloodline has been positioned, and internal affairs are mostly arranged.
Without hesitation, he activated the Ancient Blood and disappeared into the demiplane.
The moment Mordi left Itnity, in a modern city in a distant world.
The dimly lit room was eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of the air conditioner and the rhythmic, faint breathing of the other two sounds.
On the bed in the room, a girl with long flaxen brown hair hugged her knees, wearing only a thin silk nightgown, revealing large expanses of fair skin that outlined her graceful figure.
Her messy, unkempt long hair hung down casually, covering half of the girl's face. Strands of hair gently brushed against her cheeks, bringing a faint itching sensation.
However, she seemed oblivious, staring motionlessly at the air in front of her. Although there was nothing there, she was focused, as if she were looking at something attractive.
And indeed, she was staring at a panel that only she could see.
When the countdown on the panel reached zero and displayed the words "[Simulated]", Su Youli gave a small cheer.
"Finally cooled down, we can begin the next simulation."
She raised her right hand, glanced at the ring finger adorned with the blood ring, and gave a faint smile.
A line of instructions then appeared on the panel.
【Name: Styx Blood Ring】
[Effect 1: Location. Wearing this ring acts as a beacon, connecting you to another Blood Ring and providing it with coordinates.]
Effect 2: Styx surges. When the wearer suffers a certain level of attack, the Blood Ring will automatically activate to neutralize the attack for the wearer.
The wearer can also actively activate the blood ring, consuming its energy to unleash an attack.
【Effect 3: Simulation. This item can be used to simulate the character "Modi"】
[Note: This item is a testament to the goodwill of an otherworldly being, but it may also bring unexpected dangers to your world. Those who wear this item are essentially traitors to the world.]
"Otherworldly Lord, I know a shortcut to So|-Il!"
"What kind of weird notes are these... Never mind, starting the simulation is the most important thing right now."
Su Youli lay on the bed, wrapped herself in the blanket, and although the simulation would only last for a few seconds, she still chose to do it to make it more ceremonial.
[Select simulation subject "Modi", simulation begins]
The moment the simulation began, in the city where Su Youli was located, an alarm sounded throughout the underground base of a building disguised as the headquarters of a fertilizer company.
Inside the base, everyone was startled and stopped what they were doing. Just as they were about to prepare for the impact response according to the protocol, the alarm was suddenly lifted.
The whole process lasted less than five seconds.
"What's going on? Why did this psionic fluctuation only last for less than five seconds, just like last time?"
A middle-aged man with an imposing presence frowned, his forehead almost forming a "川" (river) shape, and a hint of unease and doubt flashed in his eyes.
"The reason is still unclear, but based on the level 12 psionic energy fluctuations just now, we have pinpointed its approximate location, which is in the city center of Xu City."
"Hiss, downtown?" The man's eyes twitched, and he ordered, "Quickly send people to investigate and evacuate the people. We can't gamble on whether that bomb will detonate."
At the middle-aged man's command, the official organization disguised as a fertilizer company sprang into action.
A large amount of manpower and resources were mobilized, with the target being the city center of Xushi.
In a flash, the scenery around Mordy changed instantly, transforming from a demiplane covered in proliferating flesh into a forest.
Holding Dragon's Bite and Frostbite in his hands, he looked around and found himself in a dense forest.
Looking up into the distance, through the gaps between the overlapping branches and leaves, he saw the setting sun casting its last rays upon the ground.
Looking around, he saw that apart from the open space where he was, there were lichens, moss, bushes and unidentified trees all around, and a path could be seen not far away.
The path leads forward, stretching in both directions, with scattered footprints along the way, some human and some animal.
Just as Modi was about to use the Town Locator to find a human settlement, he suddenly heard a soft sound and abandoned the idea of casting the spell.
The Styx death energy did indeed connect to the etheric level, but the etheric here was different from what he had encountered before; its nature was more restrained and difficult to manipulate.
In other words, the spell models he mastered are basically ineffective in this world and cannot perform their original effects.
The world rules are incompatible... Looks like we'll have to develop a compatibility patch first.
Modi rubbed his temples, exhaled a breath of stale air, and tried to use his spiritual sense to probe his surroundings.
Once the spiritual consciousness leaves the body by a hundred meters, it disappears without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
100 meters? That's much shorter than the distance I covered in Itniti. This world doesn't seem to be friendly to the spirit and the supernatural. There's a high probability that ghosts don't exist here, or if they do, they'll be the stronger kind.
Weak ghosts cannot survive here, but then again, how can powerful ghosts be born in this way?
After withdrawing his spiritual consciousness, He Wen tried other methods.
As expected, the mark was also suppressed, its range of action was greatly reduced, and its effect was weakened to varying degrees.
The Styx Mark suffered the least damage and was basically able to maintain normal function.
Secondly, there's the Blood Imprint. It's fine for modifying one's own flesh and blood, but it encounters some resistance when used to interfere with the external world. He's experimented with this on the insects around him.
Finally, there are the Netherworld and Crimson Lotus marks, which suffer the greatest suppression.
Modi guessed that anything related to the mind would be suppressed, while the physical body would not.
Be prepared to wrestle with a bunch of muscular hunks.
The Bloodstained Book's blessing functioned normally, and the Holy Grail didn't malfunction either. The former's origin was unknown, and the latter was a divine artifact; neither would be easily affected by the world.
The deep-seated aftereffects of the distortion still lingered, and for some reason, they fueled his murderous intent.
Suppressing his murderous intent, Modi wielded his two greatswords, carving a path through the bushes.
Stepping onto the path, he first looked around but found no human-built structures. Then, based on the direction of the human footprints on the ground, he determined his direction and walked forward.
Strangely enough, this time the Ancient Blood did not assign him an identity, but instead threw him into the deep mountains and forests.
But none of that matters; he's just adding his own drama.
When you're out in the world, you give yourself your own identity.