armyinform Chapter 87 Today, Camelot takes office
Chapter 87 Today, Camelot takes office
The Crimson Bed is not a physical entity, but merely a projection within the etheric layer, yet it still reflects certain properties of its corresponding physical entity within the material layer.
Abnormalities, infections, plagues...
The feeling that came to Modi was like the Red Death, but ultimately it was something that was neither quite the same nor quite the same.
"If even the Mad King's ethereal projection looks like this, his physical body in the material world is probably in no better shape."
He watched from afar, occasionally dodging the descending, insane thoughts.
It is evident that the Mad King's physical body in the material world has clearly suffered some kind of flesh and blood contamination.
Considering that the Mad King had fought against the Mountain of Corpses and erased its consciousness, it is not surprising that the Mountain of Corpses would leave some lesions in its death throes.
The contamination attached to the Mad King's body must be a remnant of the Corpse Mountain.
"This pollution, which even immortals are powerless against, has gone beyond the scope of the Red Death."
But it also bears some resemblance to the Red Death; could it be that pollution arose from that disease?
With a thought, the third mark within Modi responded to his call.
Although the Crimson Bed is merely an etheric projection, it is connected to the corresponding material entity.
Through this connection, those skilled in prophecy, curses, or possessing corresponding authority can interfere with the entities corresponding to the projections.
Using his own third mark and relying on the authority of the Red Death, he attempted to intervene in the Scarlet Bedchamber.
As he predicted, the Scarlet Bed, though it surpassed the Red Death, still developed from the Red Death.
This means that his third mark has an effect on him.
"It cannot be completely eradicated for the time being, but it can be suppressed and controlled."
He separated a small portion of his spiritual tendrils and ventured deep into the etheric layer, approaching the location of the scarlet bed.
The blood pool formed by the third mark boils and surges, echoing the spiritual tendrils and assisting it in intervening in the scarlet incubator.
After a series of operations, he successfully intercepted a wisp of scarlet plague gas.
The spiritual tendrils, carrying the plague, swiftly returned, dragging it from the depths of the etheric layer to the material layer.
Deep within, the law sensed the disturbance in the breeding ground, quickly differentiated itself, and pursued the plague.
At the boundary between the etheric layer and the material layer, Mordi looked at the laws that were following the trail and frowned.
The spiritual consciousness, carrying the deathly energy of the Styx River, condensed into a blade.
A flash of red light, and the pursuing laws were severed.
The spiritual tendrils dragged the death energy back to the material plane.
Before he could study the wisp of plague energy in detail, Modi activated the blood pool again, using the entire third mark to suppress the scarlet plague energy.
"It almost spread."
His expression turned slightly cold, relieved that he had been decisive enough.
The moment the pathogen entered the material layer, it became agitated, attempting to spread to the outside world and infect his body, turning it into a new breeding ground.
Fortunately, the third mark still has a suppressive effect on it and can still inhibit its activity.
With all the power of the blood pool, this wisp of plague was suppressed.
We should see what's going on.
Modi had already exited the meditative state and mobilized his spiritual consciousness to observe and deconstruct the scarlet plague.
"The base is indeed Red Death, but it has also been mixed with some of the Mad King's blood."
The moment his spiritual sense came into contact with the plague, both types of ancient god blood within him resonated with it.
He quickly understood the key point.
"This thing is not only the dying struggle of the mountain of crawling corpses, but also contains the power of the Mad King; otherwise, it wouldn't have grown to such a scale."
He guessed that the struggle of the Corpse Mountain before its death happened to react with the power of the Mad King, which created this thing.
"I happen to possess the blood of two ancient gods within me; perhaps I can synthesize this plague?"
Modi withdrew his spiritual consciousness and used the third mark to dissipate the plague.
The blood pool thus swelled slightly.
This is only a wisp of the plague.
He didn't pay attention to that, gathered his thoughts, and entered a meditative state again.
The spiritual tendrils penetrated deep into the ethereal layer and, finding the scarlet breeding ground, used the same trick again to intercept even more scarlet plague energy.
He completely treated the Scarlet Hotbed like a field of leeks to be harvested.
"Let the mad king suffer, and I'll enjoy the benefits."
Such actions naturally aroused the vigilance of the law, and this time, its counterattack was even more fierce.
Countless chains of law, large and small, emerged, blocking both the spiritual tendrils' retreat and advance.
Modi remained calm, simply urging the death energy of the Styx River to condense it into the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade.
A crimson blade flashed, creating a dense net of blades that severed all the chains of law.
Taking advantage of this brief respite, he quickly returned, dragging the plague-laden air with him, and then used the blood pool to completely suppress it.
The law, wounded, calmed for a moment, then retreated back to the crimson bed, returning to its original state.
With a new research topic in mind, Modi adjusted his plans and postponed his trip to the city.
If he can produce the scarlet plague gas, he'll have another trump card up his sleeve.
I am now more confident in facing the trio of judges.
In the following days, he kept repeating the two things: seclusion and intercepting the plague.
Little did they know that their actions had caused a huge uproar in the royal city.
Camelot and the three judges gathered together, exchanging silent glances.
After a long silence, the head judge slowly spoke:
"Recently, our king has become increasingly... well, restless."
Unlike the other two, the judge was a tall, middle-aged man.
He was blindfolded with a white cloth, dressed in a black robe with gold trim, and holding a scale that always tipped to one side.
This bizarre attire instilled deep fear in everyone in Camelot.
For a time, Camelot residents would tremble whenever they saw someone wearing blindfolds and carrying scales.
Some even said, "I'd rather face robbers and thieves than a judge."
But now, the person Camelot fears is hesitant and indecisive, just like an ordinary person.
It all stemmed from the unusual activity of the Sleeping King in recent days.
The watcher holding the lantern spoke:
"Our king has been infected with the blood plague for quite some time now, and this has never happened before in all this time."
"Could the blood plague have worsened?" The executioner's deep voice came from within his armor.
The judge shook his head and said:
"It doesn't seem like it. Rather, it seems like the symptoms of the blood plague have lessened. Strangely, the laws binding our king have also been damaged."
This was the point that puzzled him the most.
Even if the plague subsides, the law should not be compromised.
Unless someone is deliberately undermining the law.
In the silence, the monitor recalled the Blood Shadow he had encountered some time ago.
"Do you guys remember what happened a while ago...?"
According to his guess, since that blood shadow had authority over the Corpse Mountain, it should be able to suppress the blood plague originating from the Corpse Mountain.
"You mean, perhaps that strange blood-red shadow is secretly helping our king?"
The judge frowned slightly, bowed his head slightly, and pondered his words carefully.
"But why would Blood Shadow do that?" the executioner asked, puzzled.
"I don't know."
The monitor shook his head.
"In any case, the most urgent task is to ensure the new king's smooth ascension to the throne tomorrow."
The judge set aside that question and moved on to another topic.
"Hopefully, the arrival of the new king will bring new changes to Avalon... I don't ask for good developments, I only hope it won't get worse."
......
"It's finished."
Modi was emanating an aura of plague, which made the entire camp appear blood red.
Unlike the original, violent, and highly aggressive scarlet plague, this plague, which he synthesized himself, was unusually docile.
Only in front of him.
If the person in charge changes, the epidemic could erupt at any moment.
Taking a deep breath, Modi inhaled the scarlet plague into his lungs.
The plague enters the body and flows into the blood pool along with the River Styx, settling inside.
"With this plague upon me, I am even more confident in my ascension to the throne."
As a combination of the powers of two ancient gods, few below the level of the Immortal can withstand the Crimson Plague.
Even for someone like Virant, once exposed to the plague, it would be difficult to escape unscathed.
More likely, they were infected by the blood plague, becoming a scarlet breeding ground.
If the three judges or the false king attack him, he can detonate the plague gas within him at any time, giving them the same treatment as the Mad King.
Modi rose, stepped out of the tent, and summoned the goat-headed demon.
"Bazette, pack your things, mobilize the troops, I'm going to become King Camelot."
"Your will, my noble master."
The people of Camelot have suffered under the rule of the Three Kings for too long, and now, with the false king's rebellion, they desperately need a true king to lead them out of their misery.
This is the perfect candidate; no one else is more suitable.
After several days of rest and regrouping, the troops reassembled.
Modi glanced at his subordinates and nodded in satisfaction.
The period of rest did not make them slack off; on the contrary, it fueled their ferocity.
Demons, inherently evil and chaotic, though bound by laws, do not diminish their ferocity; they merely restrain themselves temporarily.
After a period of calm, their killing instincts became uncontrollable.
Similarly, the same applies to everyone else in the military.
Perhaps because they had spent so much time with Modi, they gradually became warlike and bloodthirsty. Well, Modi wanted to describe them as hating evil as if it were his enemy, but that didn't quite fit.
The biggest change should be in Cinderella, the apprentice Arken took in for some unknown reason.
She held a long gun that resembled a paintbrush in one hand, and changed into a white dress, which was covered in paint.
The pigments were mostly made from blood, including her own blood and the blood of wild animals, and the process incorporated techniques of blood magic.
Upon seeing Mo Di, whom she hadn't seen for many days, her eyes lit up. She ran over with small, quick steps and took out a painting for him to critique.
"Master, this is the assignment that Teacher Aken gave me. May I take a look at it first?"
Master? What kind of title is that?
Modi took the painting and looked at it closely. The high temperature hit him, and countless colored dots shimmered in front of his eyes, creating a wonderful light and shadow.
His pupils reflected the raging flames, the collapsed ruins, and countless wandering, charred human figures.
In the blink of an eye, he came to his senses and commented without changing his expression:
"An interesting concept, employing Neo-Impressionist techniques and using heterogeneous pigments, to pour memories into the painting, thereby achieving the desired effect."
The good thing is that this work makes you feel as if you are there, and you can almost feel the despair of the artist at that time.
The problem is that it's too easy to become obsessed with it; once you die in the painting, you're truly dead.
"I'm not good at drawing, so I won't give a grade; you'll have to ask your teacher."
Modi casually extinguished the flames that had started on her collar and returned the painting to her.
"I'm already very satisfied with this evaluation."
Cinderella bowed slightly, a pleasant smile on her face, and said:
"My teacher once said that every battle you fight inspires him. If possible, I hope to continue working alongside you in the future."
Is that true?
Modi raised an eyebrow and glanced at Arken, who was not far away. Arken took off his hat and bowed with a smile.
"This guy is becoming more and more like a pleasure criminal. I need to find a chance to beat him up," Mordy thought to himself.
Anyway, this guy is incredibly durable; he's practically a legendary king of durability.