harleyscars Chapter 75 Slaughter Dungeon, Ancient God Bloodline, Creations of Flesh and Blood
Chapter 75 Slaughter Dungeon, Ancient God Bloodline, Creations of Flesh and Blood
Adrian awoke in the darkness.
"My setup outside has been sabotaged... Who has the ability to do that?"
The Vatican, the federal government, or the Global Alliance of Anomalies?
Despite being imprisoned for over a hundred years, he still has some understanding of the outside world.
In the darkness, he pondered as he grabbed whatever was beside him.
Just stuff it into your mouth.
His mouth is not on his face, but on his abdomen, directly connected to his stomach and intestines.
The sound of chewing echoed in the darkness.
After an unknown amount of time, the chewing sound suddenly stopped.
Adrian looked up, his pupils reflecting everything that had happened in the cellar.
"Someone broke into the cellar... skeletons, a bunch of strange elemental spirits, demons."
There was also a strange masked man.
Judging from his attire, he doesn't seem like someone from today's era.
Instead, they resembled witchers from Adrian's era.
"Could they be descendants of the Green family?"
The monsters on the first floor of the dungeon were cleared out, and he lost his view of the first floor as well.
He never expected that this successor would be so powerful.
"His attire... could it be that he has the support of the Vatican?"
Adrian pondered for a moment, then continued eating.
What good is the support of the Vatican?
He has become one with the god of flesh and blood, and is not someone that mortals can defeat.
The first floor of the dungeon.
Modi had a premonition that he was being spied on.
With a thought, he stirred up the ethereal layer with his spiritual sense and set up a barrier.
"It must be that scoundrel Adrian spying on us."
This is a dungeon; Adrian might have surveillance equipment.
Therefore, he had to kill even faster.
"Skeleton soldiers lead the way, flesh slimes follow, and Styx spirits and demons use spells to harass them."
They had entered the second level of the dungeon, closer to the prison gate.
The monsters here are more powerful and have more distorted appearances.
Their bodies are bloated, and their skin is covered with a thick layer of white fat.
The neck has a structure resembling a pig's head, but the outline of a human face is vaguely visible.
It's as if the two are inlaid together.
Its chest and abdomen were wide open, with long intestines dragging on the ground, and fangs protruding from them.
They stuff whatever they catch into their bellies.
They didn't care at all what they had caught.
Modi blasted the charging pig-headed monster to pieces with a single shot, and then unleashed the deathly aura of the Styx River to sweep across the area.
The remaining body of the pig-headed monster dissolved instantly.
"There seems to be something extra in the bloodline of this pig's head?"
Unlike the flesh and blood centipede on the previous level, the Styx Death Qi extracted a special bloodline from the pig's head.
"Could it be the bloodline of that imprisoned god?"
The ancient blood easily swallowed it, and a strange feeling arose in Modi's heart.
Those pig-headed monsters seemed to regard him as one of their own.
They no longer showed hostility towards him.
"It's probably diluted divine blood, and who knows how many generations it's been separated from."
Even when diluted, divine blood still retains some fragments of memory.
Modi used the River Styx to wash it out and look at it.
He saw two ancient gods locked in a passionate fight.
One of them, entirely crimson and studded with countless corpses, is clearly a prisoner god in a jail.
The other statue is wearing a crown and armor, but its face is not visible.
"The Mad King".
As if struck by a sudden inspiration, Mordred thought of the crowned ancient god's current venerable name.
He looked at him strangely.
"It turns out that the Mad King's blood is not royal blood, but the blood of an ancient god."
To the imprisoned god, wasn't Adrian's behavior tantamount to the son of an enemy trying to seize his own inheritance?
No wonder he hasn't achieved his goal in so long.
The consciousness of the imprisoned god has long since dissipated.
His remaining instincts still resisted the blood of the Mad King.
"Then my chances of winning are even greater."
After all, he didn't have the blood of the Mad King, but rather the blood of the Imprisoned God.
"This inheritance should be mine!"
He was even more motivated and went on a killing spree.
The death of each pig-headed monster provides him with a wisp of divine blood.
The second level of the dungeon was quickly cleared out.
His troops doubled in size.
They continued deeper into the dungeon.
The third floor is not like a dungeon, but rather like a garden.
Clumps of plants vie for attention, blooming in profusion.
But when outsiders set foot here, they will bare their fangs.
The roses are in bloom, and on their stamens are blinking eyeballs.
From among the raspberry bushes, pale arms reached out.
The willow branches droop down, like human legs and feet.
Each plant is inlaid with a part of the human body.
Modi judged it from the perspective of a necromancer.
He discovered that these parts of the human body possessed a unique aesthetic appeal.
"Preserve the most beautiful parts of the human body and blend them with plants... Ah, an interesting idea, but I don't like it."
The symbolic meaning outweighs the practical significance, which is inconsistent with his pragmatic style.
Dealing with these plants is not much harder than dealing with the pig-headed monster.
"Kill them."
At his command, the monster army raised their swords.
They crushed all the plants blocking their way.
Plants and limbs all turned into minced meat.
"Scattered and broken, flesh and blood turned to mush, it has a unique kind of beauty."
As Aken watched this scene, he felt his artistic talents stirring within him.
His soul was deeply shaken, and a certain thought quietly sprouted in the dark corners of his heart.
"This is a painting that is difficult for humans to depict; only through special means can this art form be realized."
After the River Styx washed it away, the flesh was completely gone.
He felt a deep sense of regret, but fortunately, he had already memorized the scene.
The troops continued their advance.
On the fourth level, they encountered a creature that resembled an alien with a scarlet carapace.
Modi personally took to the field, wielding the Styx in one hand and the Frostbite in the other.
He single-handedly killed the vast majority of the scarlet aliens.
The fifth level is a swamp of blood and flesh.
The sixth floor is a spider's nest.
The seventh floor...
They fought their way up to the twelfth floor.
They used war to fuel their war effort, growing stronger like a snowball.
The number of troops has swelled to more than ten times its original size.
To reduce the size of the troops and prevent them from becoming too bloated, some of the troops were used as fusion materials.
They were spliced onto the other monster soldiers by Modi.
Serving as their weapons and armor.
After a series of operations, the size of the force was reduced to one thousand men.
Thankfully, the dungeon is big enough, otherwise we wouldn't be able to fit everything in it.
The skeletons, which were originally just cannon fodder, now include some elite units.
They are no longer just skeletons; their bodies are now covered in tough flesh and blood.
These units are called "Blood Knights," and they are only missing a mount to be considered true knights.
Bloody Slime has also differentiated into other forms.
There is the Fleshweaver, a unit formed by the combination of a flesh-and-blood centipede and a scarlet alien.
They devour the flesh and blood of their enemies, weaving a tough armor of flesh and blood.
There are also corpse-exploding worms, a type of insect about the size of a human head.
They will charge into the enemy ranks and self-destruct.
If the explosion kills an enemy, it can trigger a chain reaction of corpse explosions.
Surrounded by monsters, Mordy finally felt he had acquired a bit of the demeanor of a mage.
He didn't even need to lift a finger; his troops could easily crush the later levels.
"All troops, attack!"
Bazette took over as interim commander and made a decisive move.
The monsters under his command immediately entered the twelfth level of the dungeon.
The twelfth floor is a maze, but there are no monsters.
Or rather, it is a monster in itself.
The maze walls shift and change, sometimes shrinking and closing, crushing those who wander through them into pieces.
Occasionally, the ground would crack open, revealing a gaping maw that would swallow anyone standing on it.
The walls would also open their enormous mouths, from which tentacles would emerge, sweeping away anyone who got close.
"A maze, huh?" Mordy narrowed his eyes. "I hate those kinds of things the most."
He doesn't like mazes or puzzles.
How could you expect him to obediently navigate the maze?
He drew his Frostbite sword and slashed at the wall in front of him.
The wall collapsed, making a sound of flesh tearing apart.
Blood gushed out from the gap, was swept away by the River Styx, and disappeared in an instant.
The rest was much simpler.
"Crush them!"
The monster army launched an attack on the maze.
Led by the Corpse Exploding Bugs, followed by their nests, they continuously blasted through the maze walls.
The labyrinth trembled with each explosion.
The ground cracks, the walls shift, and the maze tries to capture them all.
"So your brain is hidden underground."
Taking advantage of a gap in the cracked ground, Mordy saw the flesh and blood tissue underground.
He raised the axe of human sacrifice and hurled it with all his might.
The deathly energy of the Styx transformed into chains, one end connected to the axe handle, the other wrapped around his arm.
As the axe flew out, the chain continued to extend.
Until the sacrificial axe accurately hits its target.
The River Styx then spread underground along the chain.
Amidst the wailing sounds of the maze, the ground collapsed and the walls crumbled.
"This layer of flesh contains more blood and flesh than the previous three layers."
The labyrinth dissolved into the River Styx, returning to him a large amount of Styx death energy.
This labyrinth is worth ten years of his arduous training.
The door to the prison was now in front of them.
Behind the door lies the thirteenth level of the dungeon, the place where the imprisoned god resides.
When Mordy touched the door, he could feel something calling to him.
The divine blood within him resonated with the things inside the gate, urging him to set off immediately.
"What's the rush?"
He ignored the urging of the divine blood and first drew a summoning circle on the ground.
Then, he drew a talisman on the magic circle.
Finally, he chanted the incantation in the language of dragons, summoning the Azure Lord to descend.
Having established a connection from their first meeting, it didn't take long for Virant to respond to his call this time.
The magic circle emitted a cobalt blue light, and a phantom figure quickly solidified.
"It's you again, young dragonblood mage. This time... oh, where is this place?"
Upon arrival, Vilant immediately sensed something was wrong.
"This is a distorted space, and behind this door... is a deceased immortal imprisoned?"
He placed his palm on the prison door and stared wide-eyed.
He then turned to look at Modi, and said uncertainly:
"You wouldn't be thinking of teaming up with me to pull off a heist against Him, would you?"
Modi nodded and said:
"The ancient god behind the door had lost consciousness for an unknown period of time, and his body was taken over by a human... but not completely."
"The instincts of the ancient gods' flesh and blood are still resisting, aren't they?"
Virant, with his extensive experience, immediately deduced the situation inside.
To be honest, he was somewhat tempted, after all, it was the remains of an ancient god.
It is comparable to the body of a deceased immortal.
If he could obtain it, it would surely help him advance further.
"Let's talk about cooperation."
Virant is a principled dimensional lord.
At least they won't kick the summoner away after accepting the summon.
"You possess a crucial asset—the bloodline of that ancient god, don't you?"
Modi readily admitted this.
"That's right, that's the key to my getting involved."