Claws clashed, producing the sound of metal colliding.
The axe blade, burning with blood flames, and the sharp claws, enveloped in ice crystals, were locked in a stalemate for a moment.
“What great strength,” Mo Di said, but his feet did not retreat a single step. “It’s confirmed, definitely a Transcendent in the process of forming.”
Wendigo generally possess the power of a Transcendent, but newly formed ones are an exception.
This meant that even without using the pages for enhancement, he was strong enough to contend with, or even defeat, this Wendigo.
“You’ve made many serious mistakes.”
Mo Di did not specify what the mistakes were. He stepped forward, put strength into his arm, and swung his axe, knocking away its ice claws.
Ancient Blood flowed throughout his body, and combined with the Blood Burning Art, it rapidly increased his body temperature, and his strength surged accordingly.
He looked as if he was in a state of 'red heat.'
The axe blade swung down, and the next moment, the Wendigo’s roar echoed throughout the underground tomb.
In that instant, one of its arms was severed at the root, and it only reacted after everything had settled.
“I can roughly see what level my current strength is at.”
Even without using the pages, relying solely on Ancient Blood and the Blood Burning Art, Mo Di was strong enough to match a Transcendent in the process of forming.
Translated into in-game levels, he was probably between level 9 and 10. One more step, and he would reach the Transcendent level.
But to become a Transcendent, merely reaching the required level was not enough; one also needed to create their own exclusive Transcendent seed.
In the game, this was called job advancement.
“Wendigo, your Transcendent seed should have started to condense by now.”
The Scarlet Cloak, condensed from blood energy and magic power, flapped loudly. Mo Di swung his battle axe, fiercely clashing with the enraged Wendigo.
After the pain of losing its arm, it became more cunning and ferocious, and it re-condensed an ice claw with magic power.
“I just happen to need a sample of a Transcendent seed. You’ve come at just the right time.”
The Constant Spell, Preemptive Strike, continued to work, allowing him to perfectly discern the Wendigo’s attacks every time.
Magic protection blocked the wind and snow, and also helped him resist the Wendigo’s evil spell harassment.
Mo Di became more and more excited as he fought. His close-combat skills became increasingly proficient; at this moment, he looked more like a warrior than a mage.
He treated the enemy before him as a whetstone, fighting it solely with his own strength.
As for the bloodstained book? He would consider that when he had fully extracted the Wendigo’s value.
The Wendigo, on the other hand, became increasingly cunning, dodging more than directly confronting, and preferring to attack with its evil spells.
Only the sounds of their clash remained in the tomb chamber; even the sound of the wind was suppressed by them.
After another fierce exchange, the Wendigo’s ice claw was shattered by the blood axe, but this time it revealed a cunning smile, and seized the opportunity to leap back, creating distance.
As soon as it landed, it exhaled deeply, and the ice claw fragments merged into its breath, turning into a chilling ice mist that blew towards Mo Di.
The icy wind raged, treating the magic protection as if it were nothing, and directly permeated through it.
Mo Di’s body temperature plummeted, his skin cracked and bled, and many new wounds appeared on him.
“It seems you’ve found a loophole in the magic protection.”
In another blink, he could no longer find the Wendigo’s figure; only a vast expanse of white remained before him.
The Wendigo had not left; it was hidden in the ice mist, intending to exhaust him to death.
Having seen through the enemy’s thoughts, Mo Di remained unfazed, “I told you, you’ve made many mistakes.”
The Scarlet Cloak draped over him suddenly became animated, extending several blood thorns that pierced into the bound ghouls.
As the ghouls screamed, their bodies gradually withered, becoming casting materials for the apprentice-level spell 【Scarlet Healing】.
At the same time, the wounds on Mo Di’s body quickly healed, and the blood energy consumed by the Blood Burning Art was replenished.
“First, you shouldn’t have brought so many blood bags to a Blood Mage.”
As soon as he saw these ghouls, he began to lay out his plan, using the minimum amount of blood flames combined with blood thorns to trap these blood bags.
“Second, why do you think ice mist can effectively conceal your figure?”
In his eyes, one end of a bloodline was connected to himself, while the other extended deep into the ice mist.
During their clash, he had seized the opportunity to obtain some of the Wendigo’s blood. Through this blood, the Constant Spell, Bloodline Perception, was already sufficient to pinpoint its location.
Mo Di erupted, plunging into the ice mist. His battle axe, wreathed in blood flames, powerfully struck the Wendigo.
To its disbelief, the blood axe cut through its ice armor like a hot knife through butter, embedding itself in its neck.
It was only a little short of completely severing its head.
Before it could even let out a sigh of relief, Mo Di’s slightly hoarse voice rang out again:
“Third, who gave you the courage to step into a mage’s territory?”
Although Mo Di was skilled in close combat, he was still a mage. After inheriting his teacher’s legacy, he had long since transformed this underground tomb into his own domain.
Rune traps were scattered throughout the underground tomb, except for the sacrificial chamber, because runes would interfere with the ritual. This was also one of the reasons De Wei An was easily killed by him that day.
A bad premonition arose from the depths of its heart. The Wendigo lowered its head slightly, only to see several spell runes flash on the ground.
“…*Wendigo curses*.”
In an instant, numerous blood thorns entangled it, accompanied by fiercely burning blood flames.
A bloody torch, entwined with thorns, appeared on the field, and a painful male voice came from within it:
“Julia, save me quickly!”
Hearing this, Julia, who was barely maintaining her life in the corner with scrolls, suddenly looked up and exclaimed in surprise:
“Gane, is that you?”
“Yes, it’s me! I’m fighting against the evil spirit’s will, and I’m just about to regain control of my body. Quick, save me! Don’t let my body be destroyed!”
Julia was stunned. It took her a while to react, and she stammered:
“M-Mage sir, look at him, he’s like this. Why not give him some time…”
Mo Di had just dodged the Wendigo’s frantic swipes and turned his head to give her a look that said, “Are you kidding me?”
“Impossible. Can’t be done.”
After being rejected, the string of reason in Julia’s mind instantly snapped. Her love-struck brain took over, and she went into a frenzy on the spot:
“He’s like this, can’t you give him a chance? What if he’s telling the truth?
Even if he’s lying and takes the opportunity to break free, can’t you defeat him again?
Besides, aren’t you a mage? Can’t you research a way to restore him to his original state? Anyway, there are plenty of commoners outside, just kill a few to feed him. Do you really have to kill him?”
This woman was noisy and nonsensical.
But at least, Mo Di saw her true colors. Even if he were to kill her, it wouldn’t violate his bottom line.
“Julia, a cruel and evil Blood Mage like him will never listen to you.”
Temporarily repelling the enemy, the Wendigo immediately called for help in a male voice:
“Quickly use the scrolls on you!”
Love-struck thinking once again dominated. Julia, without thinking, pulled out a spell scroll and was about to activate it.
“Fourth, why do you think I would entrust my back to a woman like this?”
Mo Di snapped his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, numerous blood thorns tightly bound Julia.
The scrolls on her, including other items, were all confiscated by the blood thorns.
“From the moment this woman started talking about her experiences, I thought she had a screw loose and never relaxed my guard against her.
After listening to her, I felt even more that she was a damn rotten person. As for you, Gane, is that your name?”
Mo Di had never stopped thinking. He quickly retrieved memories related to “Gane” from his mind.
According to the game plot he had experienced, a character named Gane indeed existed in the future Eternity.
He was skilled in ice magic, charming, and had affairs with many noble ladies.
But secretly, he was a cannibal, a complete madman.
“You didn’t die, but merged with the evil spirit, am I right?”
A pure Wendigo would not want to become human, nor would it have that kind of relationship with human women; they only eat people.
Either Gane, by some means, merged with the evil spirit, or the evil spirit became infected with the bad parts of Gane’s soul.
The Wendigo, still bound by blood thorns, fell silent. A few seconds later, it continued to speak in that male voice:
“Let me live, and I’ll teach you the Mengel Spirit Fusion Ritual.”
“Mengel Spirit Fusion Ritual? Menger…” Mo Di narrowed his eyes. He was very familiar with the name “Menger.”
That Menger was an Eternal, a character who would only appear in the mid-game plot of the initial world.
Currently, it was still very early in the game, and only a few Eternals in the entire Eternity were active. The others were either sealed in some corner or exiled to another world and had not yet returned.
Menger was not one of those active Eternals, and Mo Di could not contact him for now.
“You dare to negotiate with me? From the moment you stepped into the underground tomb, your life was already in my hands.”
Mo Di had no intention of negotiating with it. He had his own methods for obtaining information.
“Your value as a whetstone is gone. This, I don’t need it anymore.”
The blood thorns and blood flames had pretty much exhausted the Wendigo. He stepped forward and, along the gash he had just made, chopped off its head with an axe.
“Your skull, I will cherish it for a lifetime.”
The Wendigo’s skull was an excellent casting tool and material, especially for ice magic and necromancy.
The moment its head hit the ground, the Wendigo fell silent. Even in death, it never expected its enemy to be so decisive.
Grabbing the horn of the Wendigo’s head with one hand, Mo Di turned and smiled gently at Julia, saying in as soft a voice as possible:
“Don’t worry, I won’t lay a hand on you.”
This was the daughter of the Frost Ember Territory Lord. Killing her personally would definitely incur a revenge mark.
So, he had to use someone else’s hand to kill her. Ghouls or small animals like bears and wolves would be good choices.
After he showed his gentle side, Julia was indeed less afraid.
Her emotions seemed to override her reason. She seemed to think Mo Di was a good person and could be morally blackmailed.
Or perhaps her lover’s death made her even crazier. In short, she acted like a shrew, cursing Mo Di and even threatening him:
“You killed my knight! I will never let you go! Just wait for the Alvarez family’s revenge! You damn wild mage!”
Hearing this, Mo Di’s smile became even more cordial.
