From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 16 The Fog Enveloping the Globe

The Earth Mother Society and its branches in Green City were eradicated one by one, and all organizations and individuals associated with them faced liquidation.

Many wealthy and powerful people, who were also connected with the Earth Mother Society, lived in constant fear, worried that the henchmen of the Ling Group would come knocking on their doors at any moment.

And this is often the case.

A month has passed since the headquarters of the Earth Mother Society was wiped out. In this month alone, Long Yutian has traveled around and killed many followers of the Black Heaven Buddha Mother.

Many of them were his acquaintances, or rather, people he had previously humiliated by his boasting.

The more he saw, the less his facial expressions changed, but the anger in his heart remained undiminished.

"The Zhang family has been completely wiped out."

After simply ticking a name on the list, Long Yutian frowned as he looked at the long list of names. "Why would someone with such immense wealth choose the evil path of worshipping the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother?"

"Human greed is like a rolling stone; once it starts, it's hard to stop," Modi's voice came through the earpiece. "Of course, it's also possible that they're just inherently flawed."

"Indeed." Long Yutian nodded repeatedly, thinking of those he had humiliated.

He couldn't understand why people would always come and offend him for no reason; he could only conclude that they were out of their minds.

"By the way, come over here right away. I found some strange creatures at the edge of the mist."

Upon receiving Mo Di's instructions, Long Yutian, who had only sat down for two minutes, stood up again and rushed to the designated location without stopping.

At this moment, he missed the pretentious daily life on campus that was long gone.

On the outskirts of Greenfield City, at the edge of the mist, the Ling Group's asset protection team erected a temporary defensive line, ready for action.

Inside the tent, Modi stood beside a makeshift dissection table, fiddling with a strange animal carcass.

It is strange because it has the body of a deer, but its head is just a fleshy tube full of fangs, like an extended and enlarged intestine.

It looks like it's related to Krishnamurti.

"I am not a supernatural being, nor do I have supernatural blood. I became like this purely because of the curse on my body."

A curse, yet another curse. Modi suspects that the core power of the Black Heavenly Mother is inextricably linked to the curse.

Judging from these cursed creatures breaking out of the mist, it seems that Krishnamurti's ability to interfere with the outside world has increased; he hadn't seen this phenomenon a few months ago.

"However, this curse grants powerful regenerative abilities. If I could use it... I would have to eliminate the Black Heavenly Mother first to ensure my safety."

According to his estimation, the Black Goddess likely possesses power approaching that of an immortal being, and with his current strength, he is not yet able to defeat her.

Unless some extreme ritual is used, such as invoking the gaze of a demon god like Devialet did.

"Teacher, is this the strange creature you mentioned?" Long Yutian raised an eyebrow as soon as he entered the tent and saw the thing that was neither deer nor insect.

"Yes, I call them cursed creatures. I guess they became like this because of the curse of Krishnamurti."

"Can Krishna's curse still affect animals?"

"Yes, and I suspect..." Mordy voiced all his guesses.

"The Black Heavenly Buddha Mother's external interference has increased?" Long Yutian became serious. "If the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother is in the mist, could we launch missiles into the mist and blast her directly into the sky?"

"We tried it, and the missiles that were dropped in disappeared without a trace, without even making a ripple."

Modi shrugged. "My initial suspicion is that the mist may possess some kind of spatial teleportation ability, or it might simply be an alternate dimension inside."

"...Space transfer, alternate dimensions, and all that, isn't that too sci-fi?" Long Yutian sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

Just five months ago he was showing off in an urban film, how come he's suddenly in a sci-fi film fighting against an evil god?

"In fact, it's not just Green City; the Fog Disaster has broken out all over the world now," Mordy added, delivering another blow.

Upon hearing this, he paused, then asked:

"When did this happen?"

"Just now, an hour ago," Modi answered truthfully, "Although the fog range varies in size, just like the one here, it will engulf anything that enters it."

Thanks to the mist, the other powerful families and conglomerates that were originally targeting us had to give up and instead requested that we provide them with research data related to the mist.

The Ling Group's previous actions have already touched a nerve with other forces.

Those dissatisfied with the current situation are stirring up trouble, intending to emulate the Ling family and redistribute benefits.

However, the sudden fog disrupted their plans and nipped a potential global corporate war in the bud.

Not only on land, but also at sea, fog descended.

With most city-to-city connections blocked by fog, air transport is now the safest way to cross cities.

"What's even more worrying is that, according to information transmitted back by satellites, the fog is expanding at a slow rate, and I'm afraid it may never disappear."

Modi calmly uttered something extraordinary.

"...What should we do then?" Long Yutian's brows furrowed even more. He suspected that Mo Di had called him over just to mess with his mentality.

"The only way is to venture into the fog and find out for yourself."

There is no other way.

"Fortunately, Green Field City is completely under the control of the Ling Group. Your father-in-law is extremely busy, but at least we can guarantee that Green Field City will not descend into chaos in the short term."

During the conversation, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the tent, followed by bursts of gunfire.

The two looked up and saw a large number of cursed creatures rushing out of the mist. They retained animal characteristics, but their heads were all tubular objects with fangs.

They have a strong regenerative ability and are fearless of death. If it weren't for the sufficient firepower deployed here, and even the arrival of several tanks, the temporary defensive line would probably have been breached by them.

"A beast tide?" Long Yutian's expression turned unusually serious as he realized something. "Could this situation also occur in other misty areas outside Greenfield City?"

"Your concerns are valid," Modi's words almost made his heart stop. "Fortunately, I had already arranged for people to be stationed there, and the clearing operation is now complete."

However, in the long run, if the fog cannot be cleared, human living space will become increasingly limited, and the stockpiled supplies will definitely not be able to support the entire city.

In addition, there is one more crucial issue.

"Did you feel it?" Modi asked abruptly.

"What?" Long Yutian responded with a blank look.

"The curse of the Black Goddess has become stronger."

He pulled out a flesh and blood doll, the black aura emanating from it growing even stronger.

If the Black Heavenly Mother is not dealt with quickly, these curses will eventually burst the substitute and fall upon his head.

The same applies to others who have undergone the "hair loss and skin shedding" ritual.

Mordy tried using purification spells to cleanse the curse, but the effect was not good; the purification speed was not even as fast as the number of curses.

It now seems that they only have one option left: to confront Krishnamurti directly.

Long Yutian also realized the seriousness of the situation. "Teacher, can you use the ritual from last time to locate the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother?"

"I can give it a try." Modi wasn't sure he could succeed, after all, he was far inferior to Him.

The two walked to an open space and set up the ceremony.

With a strange tone, the ritual began, but Modi's eyes remained shrouded in mist, unable to discern any valuable information.

He dared not be careless, always clutching the Page of Devia, ready to ask his teacher to possess him at any time.

After a while, the scene before him finally changed. The fog slowly dissipated, revealing a village.

At first glance, it doesn't seem like much, but to Modi, who had settled on the [Ether Vision] a month ago, it was a completely different story.

Curses, terrible curses are everywhere.

Yet, in this cursed village, there were still quite a few villagers, as well as a few outsiders.

He recognized them as the residents of Greenfield City who had recently gone missing, and now they were facing a huge crisis.

Those villagers were clearly not good people; they led these outsiders to an altar and were about to begin their sacrifice.

"I'm afraid the people living in this village are all followers of the Black Goddess." Modi looked displeased as he gazed at the door on the altar.

Behind the door was a tunnel connecting to the mountainside, and a large amount of curses were escaping from the cracks in the door.

He had a premonition that the true form of the Black Goddess was behind this door.

"ah!!"

A scream drew his attention, and Modi turned his gaze to the altar, his brows furrowing instinctively.

Among the outsiders, the men were beheaded on the spot, and their bloody heads were lined up and placed on the altar by the villagers as offerings to the Black Goddess.

As for the women among the outsiders, their fate was no better.

The head on the altar quickly withered, and wisps of black mist seeped from its seven orifices, forming a blurry face in the air with countless holes like a lotus seedpod.

The dark-faced figure turned slightly, meeting Mo Di's gaze.

"He found me."

His heart skipped a beat as he felt the blessing of Devialet's Page upon him.

One protective spell after another was instantly cast upon him, and the light of purification shone continuously, dispelling all the surging curses.

"It's a pity I'm not a mage specializing in purification spells, otherwise I'd guarantee I could purify the entire village through the ritual."

After the ritual was completed, the scene before him vanished, but Modi was not happy at all.

After this battle of wits across the distance, he roughly figured out the strength of the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother. Even if he asked his teacher to possess him, he would have no chance of defeating her.

"The good news is that the Black Goddess seems to be sealed, and the seal won't be broken anytime soon."

"The bad news is that even so, I still can't beat him... unless I use some underhanded tactics."

Through the [Curse Tracing] ritual, he established a connection with that village, and could easily find it by entering the mist.

If he could borrow the power of a certain demon god, he would most likely be able to defeat the Black Heavenly Buddha Mother.

"But which demon would be willing to share its power... wait, there actually is one?"

Mo Di narrowed his eyes and quickly called to Long Yutian, who was standing dumbfounded to the side, and pulled him back to the Ling Group headquarters to prepare the corresponding plan.