bdsm-fiction Chapter 302 I'll become an immortal, won't I?
Chapter 302 I'll become an immortal, won't I?
Chapter 302 I'll become an immortal, won't I?
On the projected map, most of the green dots representing the Death Curse area have disappeared.
The remaining ones are either surrounded by the Central Plains kingdoms, caught in a dilemma; or they are moving northwards, their purpose unclear.
"After the Death Curse Fleet of the Void Front withdrew, the rest were cut off from their evacuation routes and it was only a matter of time before they were wiped out by the allied forces of the Middle Kingdom."
Fan Jin pointed at the map, analyzing the current situation for his superior and chief god.
Modi listened intently, nodding occasionally, his hand on his chin, making it difficult to discern his intentions.
After talking for a long time, Fan Jin felt his throat was a little dry. Logically speaking, he wouldn't have made these kinds of mistakes, but Mo Di's pressure was too strong.
He was also puzzled as to why Modi exuded such a powerful sense of oppression today.
Even though he consciously suppressed his aura, it still made him feel a little suffocated.
"Why is your face red?" Modi noticed his strange expression and asked with concern.
"...I drank before coming here. You know how harsh the North is."
Fan Jin argued illogically.
"I see... Then let me ask you," Mordy pointed to the green dot on the map near the northern border, "why are these things constantly getting closer to our territory?"
After a few seconds of contemplation, Fan Jin looked at the border between the Northern Territory and the desolate rocks and slowly said, "I think it might be because of the lost territory here."
"The Lost Territory?" Mordy thought for a moment before recalling this place he had taken over long ago. "Has any news come back from there?"
"Yes, it is said that it became the last passage for the remnants of the Death Curse army to retreat. Those defeated soldiers were probably planning to return to the Death Curse territory through Rost's territory."
Upon hearing this, Modi's expression turned strange.
"I didn't expect Rost's identity to still be intact. Could that kid have really become a pillar of the Death Curse faction?"
This is not impossible, after all, since Rost came into contact with the Imaginary Authority, his strength has been constantly increasing through his continuous daydreaming.
Given the several fixed matches he fought against the Blood God Cult, it's not surprising that he could improve his status in the realm of oblivion.
The only flaw is that his strength improved too quickly.
"Such an obvious flaw, how could the Death Curse Lord not have noticed it? That's hard to believe, isn't it? Could it be that he hasn't been paying attention to the situation in the North at all?"
Regardless, Modi has already decided to get involved.
The Lost Realm is such a good springboard; if he doesn't make use of it, then he'll have wasted his time as a troublemaker in Itnite.
Before that, he also had to cover up some historical loopholes and investigate who was protecting the cursed monarch.
He always believed that the Death Curse Monarch wouldn't be able to detect him so easily unless there was an entity of equal or even greater power behind him.
"Leave those remnants alone for now. Also, talk to Rostton and tell him not to make things too difficult for them; just give them a token amount."
What does this mean?
Fan Jin didn't know what he wanted to do, nor did he want to find out.
"I will, please don't worry."
After reporting the situation, he lowered his head slightly, ignoring the noise coming from the training field next to him, and left with his head down.
Mordi remained seated on the Frozen Throne, turning his head to look towards the training ground, where two figures were fiercely fighting under his gaze.
Before long, the battle between the two reached its final moment.
The Ice Soul Cold Light Sword, carrying a deathly chill, collided head-on with the dragon's roar that had frozen everything.
In the clash between these two extreme forces—death and immutability—the former ultimately prevailed, forcefully exhausting the power of the dragon's roar.
The sword energy cleaved through the static field, guiding the remaining deathly chill towards the target. Moments later, the entire training ground was utterly silent.
Su Youli's face was deathly pale, and she staggered as she walked, but she managed to regain her composure and summoned the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword back into her hand with a wave of her hand.
"You lost." She parted her cherry lips slightly and said to the frozen figure in front of her.
Two or three seconds later, a crack appeared on the surface of the deathly cold prison, and then, a moment later, the entire ice prison shattered, and Elena gracefully walked out from the pervasive deathly cold air.
"You've made a mistake." She said coldly, whether deliberately so or genuinely so cold that she couldn't control her expression.
"A loss is a loss." Su Youli shook her head and walked straight to the other end of the training field.
Elena followed closely behind, and after taking only two steps, she felt a gust of hot wind blowing in her face, which completely dispelled the chill in her body.
An unknown life force surged into her body, and the injuries she had expected to recover from for some time were healed in just a short while by this power, returning her to her peak condition.
Su Youli was the same; realizing this was the work of an immortal, she quickly walked toward the Frozen Throne not far away.
"You...you take this chair with you wherever you go, don't you?"
She glanced at the frozen throne that stood out so much from its surroundings, and her eyelids twitched a few times.
"I'm used to sitting here, and I don't feel comfortable in other chairs," Modi said casually.
"I've been wondering for a long time, doesn't your butt get cold sitting on a huge lump of ice?" Elena followed along and chimed in with her own comment.
Modi glanced at them in surprise, and upon hearing their words, he immediately felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Some things you won't realize unless you bring them up.
"None of that matters. In short, the fighting is over, it's time to get down to business."
With a casual wave of his hand, he created a stable field, pulled the consciousness of some high-ranking members of the Blood God Cult over, and then severed all connections between the inside and outside.
The saying "Hold large meetings for small matters, and small meetings for big matters" is not wrong when applied to the Blood God Cult.
Seeing Modi's serious expression, the senior executives also subconsciously straightened their faces and listened attentively to his instructions.
"Let's discuss the issue of expansion."
Upon hearing the word "expansion," the expressions of the executives in the audience changed slightly, and most of them felt a surge of joy.
Expansion means war, and it means the redistribution of interests.
The Blood God Cult originated in the North, but also wanted to break free from the North's prison.
The believers within the church crave war, and they also crave the benefits that war brings.
More importantly, the Blood God Cult has been peaceful for too long, which is not a good thing for the entire cult that has written war into its doctrine.
"The Blood God Cult has expanded to its limit in the Northern Territory and neighboring areas. The cult has been peaceful for too long, and the new weapons sent last time have been almost fully equipped. It's time to take them to the battlefield and test their effectiveness."
Modi's next words confirmed their guess.
The high-ranking officials below the stage looked up and stared at him in unison. Fanaticism, excitement, and agitation were written all over their faces, making it look less like a formal meeting and more like a cult gathering.
Oh, they don't seem to be any respectable forces to begin with, so it's alright then.
"So, which country should we target?" Du Yuanping asked.
He still guards the front line of the Forgotten Realm, but has not expanded outwards for a long time, instead focusing on stabilizing the territory he has conquered.
"Head south." Mordi said decisively. "The north is bitterly cold, that's an indisputable fact. Even if we have supplies from several worlds, it's still no match for the Middle-earth after its revival by the Aether."
Since the revival of the ether, the energy level of Itnity has increased day by day, and the resources are refreshed as if they were being updated every single day.
Even though they often complain about the harshness of the North, that's only relative to other regions of Itniti. Compared to other low-energy worlds, it's hard to say which region is truly harsh.
If the North is in such a state, the already prosperous Central Plains will only become even more prosperous.
If this continues, the gap between the two will only widen. The states of China are not entirely closed-off regimes; some of them will also actively engage with the outside world.
For example, the Mage Federation, which is famous for its high proportion of mages.
"If we head south, we will inevitably clash with the countries of Central China."
Most of the senior officials supported the proposal, but it would be impossible to say that no one opposed it.
The speaker was a high-ranking member of the Five Fingers faction, and unlike the others, he saw another side of the matter.
"The Church of Life has been targeting us in secret all along. They have long labeled us as heretics and blasphemers."
"There are rumors that the Vatican is preparing to bring back the Apostles, their immortals, if this is true."
His words carried an underlying concern, because he was almost certain that it was not just a rumor.
What's worse might be that the Church of Life had already completed all the preparations before releasing the rumors to bait people.
"Yes, what you said makes sense." Modi nodded slowly.
Amidst the tense, calm, and expectant gazes of those present, he changed his tone and said, "But it doesn't matter. What you're worried about is nothing more than the Life-Calling Apostles of the Church of Life, right?"
Everyone was puzzled, but only the two people beside him who were each other's half-bodies knew the inside story.
"Yes, an immortal being is enough to rewrite the course of the battle, which is exactly what we are worried about."
"What if I were immortal?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere on the scene changed, and everyone's expression froze on their faces, then turned into astonishment.
Mo Di glanced at the audience below the stage, met the shocked yet expectant gazes of the executives, and nodded with a smile.
"As you all think, I am already an immortal."
Having said that, he no longer concealed anything, and his aura swept out like a storm, making it almost impossible for everyone to lift their heads.
Below the stage, Fan Jin revealed an expression that said, "I knew it."
No wonder he felt so much pressure when he was alone with Modi not long ago; it turns out his boss had become even stronger.
The aura had barely been released when Modi withdrew it.
Even if it was only for a short moment, this scene was enough to leave a deep impression on everyone.
This was the first time they had ever encountered an immortal.
After a moment of silence, their expressions finally changed, and the joy on their faces was obvious; they were all genuinely happy for Modi.
Fan Jin, Du Yuanping, and others have been with him since the Qiancang Realm, and as veterans to the present day, their loyalty to him is beyond question.
The other high-ranking officials who later rose to power also naturally showed smiles because of their faith and the fact that they had an immortal figure to rely on.
"Now, is there anyone who still objects to moving south?"
Modi glanced around, and this time, no one raised any objections.
"Then, the resolution is passed."
Afterwards, he left a Blood God Child in the same spot for discussion and strategy formulation.
He himself headed straight for the Lost Territory on the edge of the North.
Lost in the realm of dreams, Rost suddenly awoke with a start.
He had another nightmare, in which a hideous blood shadow lunged at him, and then everything around him began to melt.
Startled, he sat bolt upright. He had barely breathed a sigh of relief and hadn't even had time to feel thankful it was just a dream when he saw three figures appear beside him.
"You, you are... Ah, Blood, Lord Blood God."
Upon closer inspection, Rost's attitude clearly became more respectful.
Now he knew why he was having nightmares.
"Why did you come all of a sudden?"
"I'm here to take care of something. Just pretend you never saw me and do what you're supposed to do."
Modi waved his hand. "By the way, some remnants of the Death Curse Domain will come here to ask for passage later. Don't make things too difficult for them. Just let them pass."
After leaving those words, he led Su Youli and the other person down the spiral staircase at the corner and disappeared into the shadows.
Rost was stunned for a moment, and when he caught up, he found the stairs empty, without a single soul in sight.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. For a moment, he couldn't tell if he was still dreaming or if he had really encountered a ghost.
Fortunately, not long after, the Blood God Cult sent an order that was similar to what Modi had told him, which dispelled his suspicions.
"No, isn't that even more terrifying? Why would that gentleman suddenly come to visit?"
Unfortunately, Modi left too quickly, giving him no chance to ask any questions.
This is not Modi's fault, after all, he only came here to pass through, and meeting Rost was just a side trip.
As for the fact that he was frightened, Modi could only express deep regret, as it was not his intention.
"Are you really that comfortable with those remnants of the Death Curse? Don't you need to leave some safety net?" Elena asked.
"How can you be so sure I didn't leave any backup plans?" Mo Di asked with a half-smile.
From the moment he arrived here, the concentration of Blood God Seeds in the air began to surge, and now, it is unknown how many Blood God Seeds are lurking here.
When the remnants of the Death Curse arrive, they will also become members of the Blood God's Children and bring this deadly plague to the Death Curse's domain.
"We've arrived at the border of the Lost Realm. One more step and we'll enter a vast world cluster."
Modi stopped and turned to look at the two people following him.
In reality, he came to the Forgotten Realm only to make contact with the seven immortals of the Forgotten Realm before the expedition began, at least to dispel their covetousness of the Blood God Cult.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go." Su Youli nodded slightly. "Do you need us to stay inside your body temporarily, pretending to be the Blood God Child?"
"To be on the safe side, this is the best course of action."
Modi nodded, and once they were ready, he swept his sleeves around and easily pulled the two of them into his body.
It was a wonderful experience; he could access their thoughts whenever he wanted, and vice versa.
If it were anyone else, he wouldn't even consider doing this, but there was no one else here, only the two of them, his own people.
"It's a strange feeling, like... piloting a Gundam," Su Youli complained.
Elena agreed, "Indeed, I can feel that we've never been so close before."
Modi ignored the thoughts that didn't belong to him, took a step forward, and in an instant, the world spun around him, revealing a vast world cluster before him.