From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 47 Man!

"Ouch, that really hurts."

With a successful strike, Mordy endured the pain and took the opportunity to close the distance with Niflheim.

He chopped an axe into the wound on the ice dragon's hind leg, used the force to push off, and climbed onto the ice dragon, clinging tightly to its ice armor.

At this moment, his whole body was covered in blood flames, and the frost on his wounds had been burned away, leaving only the wounds caused by the ice lightning.

It looked incredibly ferocious, like a terrifying beast that had crawled out of the Forgotten Realm.

"Your bloodline concentration has actually increased, but how is that possible?" Niflheim struggled, trying to shake him off.

Modi did not answer. He gripped the ice armor with one hand and the greatsword with the other, and thrust it straight down.

The blade pierced through the solid ice and dragon scales, penetrating deep into flesh and blood, drinking in the dragon's blood.

Niflheim struggled more fiercely, even deliberately crashing into the mountainside, trying to kill Mordy on its back.

This action naturally also affected the innocent Windrunner squad.

"Who knows how he managed to become a... half-dragon?"

Colin poked half his head out from behind a large rock. The dragon-hunting crossbow was already set up, and the dragon-hunting arrows coated with the juice of the dragon-sleeping grass were ready.

"I don't know. Perhaps he possesses some kind of extraordinary bloodline?" Celia looked exhausted, having almost depleted her energy by casting divine spells repeatedly.

Despite this, she rallied her spirits and prepared to continue casting blessings upon her teammates.

Orfgang was breathing heavily, and waves of intense heat emanated from his body.

He gritted his teeth and poured himself another bottle of "Berserker's Blood," his eyes instantly turning blood red.

"roar--"

A battle roar erupted from his throat, and without thinking, he charged toward the ice dragon with his double axes raised.

As if receiving a signal, the other Windrunners also took action.

The elven priest of the Green Path cast a blessing on his teammates, and even Levi trembled as he opened his spellbook and cast a weak fireball at the ice dragon.

The halfling aimed at the ice dragon's eyes and pulled the trigger.

The crossbow bolt was fired, piercing through the blizzard, and flew resolutely toward its target.

Perhaps it was the halfling's good luck that worked; this time he didn't miss, and the Dragon-Hunting Arrow successfully hit the ice dragon's right eye.

Meanwhile, the northern barbarians climbed onto the ice dragon's right hind leg and began to wreak havoc on the wound that Mordi had previously left behind.

"Roar—you will pay for this!"

Niflheim roared to the sky, commanding the dark clouds to unleash bolts of icy lightning to cleanse the entire Throat of Winter.

At the critical moment, the White Walker army on the ground arrived to save the day.

They first hurled another wave of blood spears to interrupt the ice dragon's lightning summoning ritual, then raised their ice axes and charged.

One after another, the White Walkers climbed onto Niflheim, specifically targeting the wounds inflicted by the Blood Spear, and used the Blood Ice Axe to aggravate the ice dragon's injuries.

The ice dragon struggled more and more fiercely, its wounds multiplied, and dragon blood gushed out, making its condition extremely dire.

"Enough!" Niflheim roared, his dragon's cry echoing through the heavens and earth.

An invisible force acted on its surface, shaking all enemies that climbed onto it to the ground.

Except for Mordi.

Now, he has plunged into the flesh of the ice dragon through the wound carved by the greatsword, devouring the ice dragon's blood in the most primal way.

"Teacher, please lend me your strength!"

In the blink of an eye, the Page of Deviany brought about new changes for him.

Outside, Niflheim looked down at the ground with its only remaining eye, flapping its wings and gathering its dragon breath, preparing to kill all its enemies in mid-air.

"Wait, one's missing. Where did that half-breed go?"

Its pupils contracted suddenly, and before it could react, it felt its whole body go limp, and its body, which had just left the ground, plummeted back to earth.

"The smell of Dragon's Sleep Grass... Damn it, they smeared Dragon's Sleep Grass juice on their weapons!"

A sharp pain shot through my back and spread throughout my body, as if something was gnawing at my flesh.

No, it's not just like, it's exactly like.

It barely managed to turn its head and glance at its back, only to see a monster with a deer's head gnawing on its flesh.

"You lowly Wendigo!"

Upon hearing this, Modi looked up, wiped the dragon blood from his mouth, grinned, and revealed his gleaming fangs.

The chilled dragon meat tasted surprisingly good.

He gave Niflheim a defiant look before burying his head back in his rice.

The combination of the three terms "madness," "boiling murderous intent," and "bloodthirst" activated his seed of the soul to an unimaginable degree.

And it caused him to take on another form besides the blood dragon, which symbolizes tyranny, namely the Wendigo, which symbolizes hunger and gluttony.

"Hungry, still so hungry."

"Dragon meat is delicious, I want more..."

"Let me have just one more bite, just one more bite...!"

Indistinct babbling accompanied by chewing sounds came from his mouth.

The excruciating pain and the enemy's contempt undoubtedly further enraged the proud ice dragon, especially since it was now being devoured by a Wendigo.

To outsiders, the Wendigo, though a renowned nightmare of the North, is nothing more than a lower form of creature to the dragon race.

Niflheim suspected that the hybrid on its back had stolen a trace of dragon blood through Wendigo's abilities.

To it, witnessing its noble bloodline being stolen by a lower being was the ultimate insult!

On the dragon's back, Modi was still feasting.

The Ice Dragon's powerful bloodline gradually succumbed to the ancient blood, being integrated and absorbed by it.

Fine, icy-blue dragon scales began to grow beneath Wendigo's fur, and his head and claws began to transform into those of an ice dragon.

When the transformation stopped, all that remained on the dragon's back was a monster that was half Wendigo and half dragon.

Modi felt that it was about time. His remaining rationality suppressed the urge to devour the food, and instead he pulled out the Sacrifice Axe and swung it wildly inside the ice dragon's body.

The remaining White Walker forces outside regrouped once more, and under the command of his three Heavenly Kings, climbed onto the dragon's body and wreaked havoc.

Not far away, Celia had just pulled the unconscious Orfgang behind a large rock.

Beside her, Colin cocked the dragon-hunting crossbow again, preparing to shoot out the ice dragon's other eye as well.

Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction.

If Niflheim hadn't made its last stand.

Colin aimed at the target and pressed the trigger, hoping to blind its other eye.

But Niflheim was more cunning than he had imagined. Just as the effects of the Dragonsleep Grass juice wore off and the Dragon Hunter Arrow had been fired, it used its newly recovered energy to perform an Ice Mist transformation.

In the blink of an eye, the massive dragon body turned into icy mist and dissipated, and both the dragon-hunting arrows and the Mordi and White Walker troops on the ice dragon fell to the ground.

"It has very little energy left and can't run very far."

Modi leaned on his greatsword, his spine ramrod straight, gazing up at the sky.

Sure enough, only two seconds after the ice mist appeared, Niflheim reappeared.

At this moment, it is flapping its wings and flying towards the other side of the mountain, trying to cross the Throat of Winter and escape this dangerous place.

"That's the direction of White River Town! We can't let it escape!" Behind the stone, Celia recognized the direction the ice dragon was flying and shouted anxiously.

Colin hurriedly cocked the dragon-hunting crossbow, but it was clearly too late.

"Hmph, trying to escape?" Mo Di smirked, raising his right hand in a half-clenched fist. His massively dragon-transformed body seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force, suspending in the air.

A bolt of lightning flashed, which he grasped in his hand and condensed into an ice lightning spear.

Its appearance is the same as the two weapons that Ice Dragon had just used, only smaller.

Before throwing the ice lightning spear, he stared intently at Niflheim, his left hand clenching into a fist.

The [Trembling Chill Curse] hidden within it erupted in full at this moment.

In mid-air, Niflheim, who was fleeing in panic, froze. A large cloud of blood mist burst out from under its scales, completely staining its icy blue dragon body red.

It staggered, overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of crisis, and despite its own pain, continued to flap its dragon wings to ascend.

On the ground, Mordi used all his strength to throw the Ice Lightning Spear.

The spear tip was pointed directly at the ice dragon's head.

......

At the entrance to the secret passage of the Frost Tomb, Elena stood against the cold wind, her brown hair dancing in the breeze.

From the moment she set off from Modi, she remained in this position, gazing motionless at the distant slope blocked by the blizzard, her eyes filled with worry.

Apart from the occasional roar, the only thing she could hear was the howling of the wind and snow.

The unknown situation of the battle and the passage of time only increased her worries.

"If I were a superhuman, I wouldn't be a burden to him, and that might help him."

She didn't want to be a burden, and she hated the feeling of being abandoned.

Looking at the package containing the jade dragon carving in her hand, she felt another surge of impulse, making her want to touch the valuables inside.

She had a premonition that once she came into contact with the jade dragon carving, everything would be very different.

After a moment of internal struggle, Elena gently bit her lip and forcibly looked away from the package.

"This thing is becoming more and more attractive to me. Why is that? Never mind, I'll ask Mortis when he gets back."

Just as she had managed to suppress the restlessness in her heart, a dragon's roar made her tremble all over.

Looking up, a gigantic figure tore through the wind and snow, soaring towards the horizon.

Its entire body was covered in blood mist, and its once beautiful dragon body was riddled with holes. One of its eyes was constantly bleeding, making it look extremely pitiful.

"Is it that dragon?!"

Elena gasped as she saw a long, ice-blue spear crackling with lightning relentlessly pursuing the dragon.

With her sharp mind, she understood the current situation in less than a second.

It was obvious that the ice dragon had been driven to its death and was fleeing in disarray. The ice-lightning spear behind it must have been some kind of dragon-hunting technique.

However, the ice dragon is too fast, and the lightning spear is unlikely to be able to catch it.

This also means that Mortis's dragon-hunting plan will end in failure.

"I have to find a way to help him." Elena's thoughts raced, but what could an ordinary person like her, who wasn't even a superhuman, do?

In a flash, she found the only possible way out.

Without further hesitation, she quickly reached into the package and touched the jade dragon carving.

The next moment, she sensed an ancient power and understood how to use it.

Taking a deep breath, she used this power to unleash the dragon language, letting out a dragon roar as if driven by instinct.

"*Dragon Language [Imbalance and Expulsion]*"

The dragon roar [Unbalanced Repulsion] struck the dragon's body squarely, causing the heavily injured Niflheim to falter and fall to the ground.

"I yelled at it and it crashed!"

The dragon's roar nearly drained her of her energy. Before she closed her eyes, she saw the ice lightning spear pierce through the ice dragon's head.

I also heard its terrifying dragon roar before it died.

"Duwakyn—"