freenovelworld Chapter 105 The Ice Mage Who Loves to Play with Fire
Chapter 105 The Ice Mage Who Loves to Play with Fire
Chapter 105 The Ice Mage Who Loves to Play with Fire
The Dark Elf leader got her wish and was able to be with the man she had been longing for forever.
The surrounding soldiers were also completely wiped out. Apart from Mordi's side, only Roderick and the Dark Elf Matriarch were still alive.
Yes, the magnanimous Roderick is still alive, and Olivia, who suffered the fate of being cut in half, is also still alive.
On the one hand, dragon blood polluted their bloodline and enhanced their vitality.
On the other hand, their first three marks themselves contain marks for self-preservation, which is different from the two fused wastes.
Modi walked over to Olivia, his gaze moving from the voluptuous woman's severed abdomen, past the massive headlights, to her bewitching face.
Her face was no less beautiful than Devialet's.
"As expected of the Dark Elf Shadowblade Mistress, she must have killed countless young girls just to maintain that face."
A legend has long circulated in the Deeplands that the matriarch of the Dark Elf Shadowblade family, in order to maintain her skin, did not hesitate to kill young virgins.
Use their blood to bathe your body.
Modi knew that the rumor was true.
This spell was in his blood magic knowledge base, but he never used it.
He disdained to do it.
"What immense evil!"
Elena had just come closer when she blurted out this sentence without thinking.
After realizing what she meant, she quickly added, "What I mean is, she's so evil; she's harmed so many young girls."
As she spoke, she puffed out her cheeks and glared at the dark elf with a look of disgust.
Inside the pit, Olivia chuckled softly.
"There is only one rule in the Darklands: the strong prey on the weak. I am stronger than them, so I can naturally decide their life or death."
Just like now, you are stronger than me, and you can do whatever you want to me. Even use my blood to nourish your skin.
Her blood flowed from the wound, pooling in the pit.
The bright red blood was incredibly tempting, seemingly inviting others to taste it.
Elena wrinkled her nose and subconsciously took a step away from the pool of blood.
For some reason, she always felt that the blood of the dark elves was very tempting and wanted to taste it.
But the more illogical something is, the more dangerous it is.
This is also recorded in "The Wandering Swordsman's Basic Sword Techniques": "What's wrong? Don't you want your skin to be whiter and smoother? Don't you want to live a longer life?"
Olivia's whispers reached Elena's ears, but she noticed that Olivia was always smiling and hadn't even opened her mouth.
"I can teach you a spell that will allow you to use my blood. Don't doubt it, this is the price I pay for my failure, it's what I... "
Do I look like an idiot to you?
Elena looked at her as if she were an idiot.
Modi also spoke up at the opportune moment:
"Stop showing off your cleverness. One of your marks should have the ability to take over other people's bodies by giving them blood transfusions, right?"
Olivia's smile froze on her face. "How did you know? No, how could you have overheard our telepathic communication?"
"Is this so difficult?" He gave Elena the same look in his eyes. "No encryption, and so close to me. Do you think I'm blind or deaf?"
The existence of the second mark, [Netherworld], made these simple mental communications full of loopholes for him.
Modi made no attempt to hide the contempt in his eyes, looking at her as if she were a paramecium.
Olivia felt humiliated, and her expression lost its composure.
She suddenly launched an attack. In an instant, the pool of blood surged, and the blood flow swept up the dagger hidden beneath her body, slashing at the nearest Mo Di.
Modi found this amusing.
"Playing blood magic in front of me? You're quite interesting."
He didn't even move, yet he seized control of the blood flow, causing it to dissipate on its own.
He casually waved his hand again, scattering her suddenly appearing illusion as if shooing away insects.
"Your modeling data is good, I'll take it."
Modi pulled out his Dragon Flame and fired two shots at her.
Her upper and lower body were completely rotten flesh.
Within the blood pool, a more alluring blood-red figure appeared.
The firelight reflected on Elena's small face as she stared blankly at the hunting rifle; the scene seemed utterly out of place.
But when she thought of that bronze giant, she felt that it wasn't such a big deal.
"This gun must be a relic from some ancient civilization," she thought she had figured out, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity and leaned closer to ask:
"Mortis, where did you come from?"
"These were gifts from kind people on my way to inherit the estate... I'll tell you about them when we get back. Let's deal with the last one first."
Modi casually threw the Sacrifice Axe, which struck Roderick squarely in the shoulder.
The archbishop of the Church of Palestine, who was quietly fleeing, screamed and lost his balance, falling forward.
"Why don't you just kill him?" Elena hoisted the Dragon Eater, intending to finish him off with a single sword strike.
The massive weapons contrasted sharply with her, making her appear exceptionally petite.
Modi reached out to block the sword and shook his head.
"Don't worry, he is protected by the red dragon Fianna. Once he suffers a fatal injury, he will go berserk and transform into a half-dragon form."
This is equivalent to the second phase of a boss, where the maximum output is comparable to that of a five-seal extraordinary being.
Although it's nothing to him, why should he make things difficult for himself?
"Am I right, Archbishop Roderick, the eldest son of the Philnaz family, of the Cult of Dragons?"
Seeing his approaching boots, Roderick coughed twice and asked:
"Ahem, how did you learn these secrets?"
"Because I killed you more than once."
Modi had no intention of explaining and kindly pulled the battle axe from his shoulder.
Roderick let out a muffled groan, and just as he was about to say something, a sudden pain shot through his body, and he couldn't help but scream out in agony.
His left hand had just been cut off.
"What are you doing?!"
"As you can see, I'll turn you into a useless person."
Mordy replied, then chopped off his right hand and both legs.
Even if he was contaminated by dragon blood and had a strong regenerative ability, it was impossible for him to regenerate his limbs in a short period of time.
Not to mention that the huge hole in his chest hasn't been patched up yet.
"First, destroy his body to the maximum extent possible. In this way, even if his regenerative ability increases greatly after he becomes a half-dragon, he will not have enough resistance immediately."
Next, we'll eliminate him in one fell swoop, and that will do.
Modi turned to look at Elena, making sure she had taken his words to heart.
"This will definitely be useful next time." Elena nodded earnestly.
Finally realizing he had become a teaching material, Roderick was filled with rage and, with a ferocious expression, he cursed:
"Since you know that I am a nobleman and a messenger of God, how dare you use your hands, which toil in the fields, to defile my noble body and commit blasphemous acts?"
"Wait, the great red dragon will surely unleash divine fire, merging you completely with the earth."
Modi swung his axe a few more times, and his angry curses changed accordingly.
"The dragons are your destined gods, and we are their messengers. You are going against your own destiny as shepherds!"
A few more blows, and the threat turned into a plea for mercy.
"It seems that so-called nobles, once their defenses are breached, are no different from commoners. No, I should say that commoners are not as ugly as you."
Elena watched coldly from the sidelines.
Roderick was less than half left, and looked as ugly as a worm.
Due to his powerful vitality, he has not yet triggered the half-dragon transformation.
To trigger it instantly, you'd probably have to smash his head.
Perhaps even the red dragon Fianna didn't expect that the protection she bestowed would have this flaw.
"That's about enough." After saying that, Modi chopped his head in two with an axe.
The sound abruptly stopped, and the half-dragon transformation began.
However, with such a significant loss of flesh, even with the powerful regenerative abilities granted by the half-dragon transformation, it wouldn't be able to resist for the time being.
Modi snapped his fingers, and a spark flew between his thumb and forefinger.
The sparks landed on the rotting flesh of the half-dragon and spread rapidly.
Following the standards set by Mordred, the karmic fire burned wildly, fueled by Roderick's evil deeds.
"This flame... doesn't seem to be blood flame, nor cursed fire, nor spirit fire."
Elena's interest shifted to the flames.
She was puzzled. Mortis was clearly more skilled at ice magic, so why did he always like to play with fire?
If you count this, it's already the fourth type of flame.
"You're clearly better at ice magic, so why do you always play with fire?" she asked directly.
Modi looked at the raging fire of Roderick, stroked his chin, and thought for a moment.
After a moment, he said:
"This way, my humanity won't completely turn cold... Actually, Bloodfire was what I was best at at first, and I only gradually veered towards Ice Magic later."
Sexual nature can, in turn, influence extraordinary individuals. Those with the "Frost" sex nature tend to be cold and silent, while those with the "Blood" sex nature tend to be greedy and bloodthirsty.
Mordi's intention in collecting the flames was also to counteract this influence.
That being said, conversely, superhumans can also influence their sexuality.
As he gradually approaches the level of an immortal, his nature also gradually becomes distorted, leading people down an unknown path.
If the ascension is successful, he will stand out and represent a new sexual orientation.
Only a few extraordinary individuals will embark on this path; most will not deliberately resist the influence of the antagonistic aspect.
As for Elena, Mordy could never fully understand her.
After all, he is a descendant of dragons, and may even be protected by the Dragon God of Time and Space. It's normal that he can't see through him.
"I see." Elena nodded, watching as Roderick was burned away bit by bit.
Modi had released the townspeople from the prison wagon. He stood side by side with Elena, with a bone dragon constantly arching towards him from behind.
"Alright, Mortisia, be quiet. You're a dragon, not a dog."
Upon hearing this, Mortisia folded her wings woven from spirit fire and obediently squatted down.
It looks more like a puppy hoping for its owner's praise.
After calming the bone dragon, Modi looked at the townspeople with blank expressions and sighed.
These imprisoned townspeople, totaling fifty-seven, represent only a small fraction of the total population of Baihe Town.
Judging from the expressions on the townspeople's faces, he could roughly guess where the others had gone.
He patiently explained:
"Could you tell me what happened to Baihe Town? If you don't mind."
Among the crowd, a few people with less numb expressions stepped forward.
They helped Mordi reopen his wounds and recall his painful experiences.