naruto-story Chapter 76 Adrian, I'm just here to fill in.
Chapter 76 Adrian, I'm just here to fill in.
At the prison gate, Mordi and the Azure Lord were negotiating.
"I need His primordial blood, half of His authority, and the blood of Adrian the Mad King. This is the deposit."
He handed over a bottle of blood that exuded a chilling aura.
"The incomplete bloodline of the Frostbite Giant Spider, but there is still a complete inheritance to follow."
Virant took the vial of blood and assessed its purity.
He nodded immediately.
"This thing isn't any cheaper than the stuff inside."
"But it was all worth it," Mordy said.
The Frostbite Giant Spider clan is skilled in ice magic and also has some knowledge of spatial manipulation.
He has mastered the former thoroughly, while he is still at the theoretical stage with the latter.
He was not at a loss in exchanging his knowledge for the opportunity to usurp the blood and power of the ancient gods.
"I agreed; His body and the other half of His authority belong to me."
Virant accepted the bloodline of inheritance.
The two reached an agreement, signed a contract, and went their separate ways.
As agreed, Virant was responsible for breaking down defenses and containing Adrian.
Mordi, on the other hand, needs to take this opportunity to establish a connection with the remains of the ancient god and knock Adrian offline.
Even if you can't do it, you have to keep him in check and create a delay for him.
"I'm going to break down the door."
Virant took out his wand and tapped the door lightly with the tip of the wand.
Despite being concealed, Mordy still caught a glimpse of the fleeting magical light.
"A percussion technique?"
"Yes, it's just simple tapping. When you reach my level, you'll be able to do it too."
After Vilant finished speaking, he gently pushed the door open.
The door opened.
He stepped into the thirteenth dungeon first.
He was enveloped in thick darkness, and every step he took was met with tremendous resistance.
"I'm just a traditional mage, I don't have their powerful physical bodies."
Virant sighed, raised his staff, and made a light sweeping motion.
A flash of cobalt blue light appeared, and the darkness vanished rapidly, like a torn windowpane.
He suddenly felt a lightness all over his body, and looking around, he saw that he was in a spacious dungeon.
Beneath his feet lay countless corpses, and ahead lay a colossal mountain.
A mountain of corpses.
The mountain of corpses opened countless eyes, large and small, all focusing their gaze on Vilant's tiny figure.
He opened his enormous maw, and countless corpses slid into the abyss within.
Each time He swallows, a ripple occurs on His body surface.
At this point, a large number of corpses will fall from the mountain of corpses and land on the pile of corpses.
The process of repeated wriggling and decay, ultimately being swallowed by a mountain of corpses.
"Ah, my descendant, heir of the Green family, you have finally arrived."
As he swallowed, Corpse Mountain made indistinct sounds.
"Come quickly, come to me, merge with me, and become—God!"
Vilant remained unmoved and raised his staff, making two feinting gestures towards Him.
On the corpse mountain, the two points that were marked were connected by a line.
Another flash of cobalt blue light appeared, and the mountain of corpses suddenly cracked open, with foul-smelling pus flowing all over the ground.
The scale was enormous, like a floodgate being opened.
The mountain of corpses paused in its swallowing motion.
The unswallowed carcass was swept away by its roar and flew out.
"You are not my descendant, who are you?!"
"The one who will take your life."
Virant did not hold back, raising his staff and opening the gate to the Azure Dimension.
Countless arcane constructs poured out from the rift.
These bloodless and tearless arcane creations surged toward the mountain of corpses, fearless of death, single-mindedly carrying out their master's orders.
The mountain of corpses was enraged, for it found that its authority had little effect on these creations.
Even if they could grow flesh and blood, it would hardly affect their movements.
It had no choice but to gather up the corpses scattered on the ground and transform them into fleshy monsters with pus in order to fight against the endless stream of arcane creations.
"Who is this person? He's clearly a powerless mortal, yet he possesses near-divine power."
Adrian, the controller of the mountain of corpses, was restless and anxious.
Although he had lived for over a hundred years and studied many magical theories, he was not good at combat.
They are only good at using force to suppress others and using the authority of the ancient gods to solve all problems.
If he encounters an enemy of equal strength and is not powerful enough, he will become flustered and overwhelmed.
For example, right now.
Just as Adrian was frantically trying to cope, a small group of flesh-and-blood monsters infiltrated the prison.
Modi hid among them and gradually approached the mountain of corpses.
"As expected of the remains of an ancient god, just getting close to it made my flesh and blood nearly collapse."
Despite the pressure, he finally managed to circle around from the edge of the battlefield to the edge of the mountain of corpses.
The flesh-and-blood monsters brought in are almost completely crippled; they used to be able to walk, but now they can only crawl.
"Adrian, I'm here to take over the account!"
He could no longer suppress the craving for divine blood within him and plunged headlong into the mountain of corpses.
When a foreign object enters the body, the ancient god's remains instinctively try to digest it.
As soon as his skin and flesh began to melt away, the substitute doll in his dantian came into play.
The injuries he suffered were transferred to the substitute doll, leaving him trapped in a state of festering flesh.
"It should last about half an hour."
Modi did a rough calculation, then steeled his heart and manipulated the divine blood to spread throughout the entire mountain of corpses.
The divine blood, imbued with his spirituality, spread and seized control of the ancient god's remains.
Adrian sensed that the control he had established over the years was beginning to waver.
"Who is it?"
Anger and fear welled up inside me.
He thought these emotions had long since left him, but he didn't expect that it was just wishful thinking on his part.
But as a mortal who dared to plot against the remains of a god, his mental fortitude was still quite good.
After calming down, Adrian quickly located the strange object inside the mountain of corpses.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
The questioning voice was deafening, causing Modi to bleed from all seven orifices.
However, surrounded by a pile of corpses, he didn't care about any of that.
He laughed and said, "You really have a bad memory. Wasn't my coming here your arrangement, my ancestor?"
"So, you are my descendant, the current heir of the Green family?"
Adrian was both surprised and delighted.
"Good, you've come at the perfect time. Come, offer up the blood of our ancestors to help me seize the power of the ancient gods."
The blood of the Mad King will be attracted to blood of the same origin with a higher concentration.
If he were a member of the Green family, he would have already turned into blood and merged into Adrian's body.
But Modi is not.
He is still vying for control of the ancient god's remains.
"You lied to me!"
Adrian was furious again.
"You are not the heir to the Green family at all. Who are you?"
"I'm not lying to you," Mordy retorted sarcastically.
"The letter was sent to me by you. I am the rightful heir to the Green family."
"But you don't have the Mad King's blood in you at all!"
Adrian roared.
Either the letter was sent to the wrong address, or...
"You despicable, damned offspring of infidelity!"
This explains why the heir does not have the blood of the Mad King.
"Who is that old man cursing?"
Modi's face darkened.
His offensive became increasingly fierce.
Adrian is unable to digest the blood of the Mad King and is unwilling to give it up, but he is also burdened by it, and is unable to control the remains of the ancient god for a long time.
Modi, however, was different. He did not possess the bloodline that would cause the gods to instinctively be hostile. Instead, he possessed divine blood and was naturally drawn to the gods instinctively.
The two joined forces and temporarily suppressed Adrian.
"A despicable usurper, a shameless thief!"
Adrian was so preoccupied with dealing with Modi that he neglected the situation outside.
Vilant seized the opportunity, raised his staff to divide the space, and pulled most of the Azure Dimension into the prison.
A cobalt blue glow appeared at the top of the prison, enveloping the entire mountain of corpses.
This is part of Virant's main body.
Each dimensional lord has abandoned their original body and merged their soul into a masterless dimension.
They are dimensions themselves.
The cobalt blue dome hung high in the sky, pressing down on the mountain of corpses so that they could not move even without any movement.
This is especially true for Adrian, who was targeted by it.
"What is this?"
Corpse Mountain rolled its eyes, gazing up at the cobalt blue dome.
Doubt, confusion, fear.
This was something beyond Adrian's comprehension. Although he had studied various magical theories, he did not understand what outer dimensions were.
They had no idea what a dimensional lord was.
He only knew that sitting idly by and waiting for death was tantamount to courting his own demise.
The eyes of the corpse mountain aimed at the top of their heads and shot out red light.
The red light struck the cobalt blue dome without causing the slightest ripple, disappearing without a trace.
Modi, having stolen the view of the corpse mountain, could see clearly that the hundreds and thousands of red lights had no effect whatsoever.
If the ancient gods were to be resurrected, they might be able to break the suppression.
It's absolutely impossible with Adrian alone.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he refined more of the divine blood within the corpse mountain, imprinting it with his own spiritual mark.
Unsurprisingly, this action provoked an instinctive resistance from the divine remains.
"Hmm!"
The mountain of corpses writhed, and Modi felt a sense of oppression all over his body.
Inside the Purple Mansion, one of the substitute dolls shattered in an instant.
"Since that's the case, I won't pretend anymore."
With the Ice Dragon Page empowering him, he began to refine the divine blood with all his might.
The dragon-transformed body resisted the compression, while the deathly energy of the Styx surged and billowed within the mountain of corpses.
Externally, there is the formidable enemy Vilant; internally, there is the worry of Mortis.
Adrian had never felt so frustrated.
To make matters worse, the location of his physical body was discovered.
"Ah, I see you."
Modi's dragon head grinned, looking ferocious no matter how you looked at it.
He brandished his dragon claws, tearing apart the corpses crowding around him, and crawled deeper into the mountain of corpses.
Slow but determined.
Hunger struck him, so he simply used both his hands and mouth.
They swallowed the corpses of these unknown monsters.
Tearing open the last corpse, a hollow space appeared before his eyes.
He brought the dragon's eyes closer, glanced at them, and grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.
"I've found you."
Inside the cave was a shriveled heart.
A mummified corpse was embedded in the heart.
The moment Modi saw it, he recognized its identity.
"My beloved ancestor, Adrian Green."
He tore open the monster's corpse blocking his path and took a bite.
The entire dragon body then burrowed into the cave.
The mummified corpse embedded in the heart slowly turned its head, staring at him with its empty eye sockets.
"It's good that you're here."
Adrian calmed down.
"Your arrival has almost made all my efforts over the past hundred years go to waste."
"But it doesn't matter. Your bloodline is very valuable; it might save me many years of accumulation."
"I will take care of you and continue to fulfill my long-cherished wish."
Modi opened his mouth but didn't speak. Instead, he sprayed a mouthful of Dragon Frost on it.