From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 59 Lord of the Demon Tower, Gates of Hell, Radiation Hell

A man and a woman walked out of the stairwell. The man was wearing a police uniform, and the woman was the nurse from earlier.

Modi couldn't understand why, after such a serious incident, the woman not only didn't run away but kept coming closer to him.

Could this be the reason why Amelikan is sparsely populated?

"You, put down your weapon and raise your hands!" The man immediately drew his gun as a warning upon seeing Modi, his gaze fixed on Modi's battle axe.

Modi glanced at him, beckoned with his finger, and an invisible spiritual sense emerged from between his eyebrows.

Before the man could react, the pistol in his hand was pulled into the air by an invisible force and disintegrated into individual parts.

"What happened?"

The man's expression changed drastically; he could hardly comprehend the cause of this supernatural phenomenon.

He recalled the words the nurse had said when she cried and called the police.

Such things as "casually throwing out a bolt of lightning" or "corpses coming back to life and turning into monsters".

Are these not just fantasies she had after getting high, but facts?

"You shouldn't be here," Mordy said, adopting the demeanor of an official investigator. "This will make things very difficult for us to clean up."

"What do you mean?"

"See this church?" He grabbed Richard's body and head and threw them over.

The gruesome corpse made Alison scream instinctively, but the man covered her mouth less than a second after she screamed.

After they relaxed a bit, Modi said:

"As you can see, this Dr. Richard is the owner of this church and also a cult leader."

He explained the situation briefly, and the sight of Richard's monstrous corpse on the ground calmed their guard.

"By the way, there's a group of fanatics outside, about forty or so. Have someone deal with them when you have time."

"More than forty?" The man named Joey was startled and wanted to contact his superior immediately. "I'll get someone to come and help."

"No need, I'll kill them all. You just need to find someone to help collect their bodies."

Modi said it casually, as if he were just talking about what he ate for dinner.

Upon hearing this, Joey stopped what he was doing. The words lingered in his mind for a while before he could process them.

"You mean, you killed more than forty living people?"

He instinctively reached for his sidearm, only to realize that it had been dismantled into parts.

"They're not human, they're cult members," Modi corrected.

"What's the difference?"

"There's a big difference; they're not human."

Taking a deep breath, Joey sensed that the man in front of her seemed somewhat extreme.

More than forty lives meant nothing to him.

No, it should be said that his definition of a person is different from others.

Those forty-odd cult members weren't even human beings in his eyes.

After thinking for a long time, he finally managed to utter a sentence: "...In any case, you have no right to take their lives, and this behavior is a serious violation of federal law."

"So they have the right to take other people's lives?" Mordy sneered. "Each of them has at least one life on their hands, whether it was taken by a tourist or someone else in town."

"Some of them even have considerable influence in political and business circles. What do you think their fate will be after they are arrested?"

He paused, then took out his investigator's badge and waved it.

"Moreover, I am a Level 5 Investigator of the Global Anomaly Alliance. In emergency situations, this action is permitted, and your Amelikan Federation also acknowledges this."

Those cultists all wanted to kill him, so he couldn't just stand by and watch himself being chased around like a protagonist in a horror game, could he?

Joey was speechless for a moment; he had never heard of the Global Anomalies Alliance.

But the man spoke with such conviction, and given his ability to disassemble a pistol into parts in an instant, he wisely refrained from expressing any doubt.

"What should be done with this church?"

The situation was confusing, and he felt it would be better to consult with professionals.

Modi turned around, staring at the completely sealed triangular door that could only be opened by a special ceremony, and pondered for a moment.

This is not something he should touch; it's best to leave it to the official Earth authorities to handle.

"I need to contact my superiors to clean up the mess. The hospital should have a phone number, right?"

"Yes, it's up there," Alison quickly replied.

Finding the landline inside the hospital, Modi entered a secret number known only to him.

Shortly after, the call was connected, and he immediately recited a series of coded phrases before a calm male voice came from the other end:

"Mormontes, have you reached your destination?"

"No, there's still a way to go. I encountered a group of cultists on the road, and they punctured my tires."

"You killed them all?" The voice on the other end sounded helpless, as if it was quite familiar with his ways.

"Yes, they worship an evil god known as the 'Lord of the Demon Tower,' whose symbol is an equilateral triangle..."

As he spoke, the voice on the other end of the phone became serious.

"Lord of the Demon Tower, we have dealt with many matters concerning His esoteric teachings in the Amelikan Federation. According to our investigation, His true form should reside in an alternate dimension."

"I found a door in the underground chapel of Lawrence Hospital that seems to lead to that other dimension."

There was a moment of silence on the other end before the speaker said:

"We will request Amelikan's assistance as soon as possible and will send people over. You don't need to worry about this; continue with your original mission."

Modi sensed something was amiss.

He had looked at some of his files in the car. Each time things were coming to a close, the Global Anomaly Alliance basically didn't need any intervention from their home countries; they could handle it on their own.

This time, however, they made it clear that they needed Amelikan's assistance.

Could it be that something has gone wrong with the Global Anomaly Alliance? Or are they being held back by something?

Furthermore, the person on the other end of the phone told him to continue the mission instead of waiting for the wrap-up team to arrive before setting off.

This is not in line with management, and it seems that his task is important.

It is so important that even a portal connecting to another dimension cannot compare.

"Is something wrong with the alliance? Also, is there something else going on with my mission this time?"

Modi asked very directly.

He was not from this world after all, and his following the Alliance's instructions to carry out missions was merely to make contact with the extraordinary aspects of Earth.

If there are any pitfalls in this mission, and the Alliance is keeping them hidden, he can simply not go, wait three years, and then leave Earth.

There was a long silence on the other side, followed by a faint whisper, as if they were having a discussion.

"Hell, Gates."

He caught the two words and couldn't help but feel alert.

After a long time, the Global Anomaly Alliance finally responded.

"The Secretary-General has given his approval to disclose some information to you."

Wow, the Secretary-General, isn't that his nominal boss?

Modi's brow twitched. He hadn't expected that this matter required the Secretary-General's approval before he could be told. It must be no small matter.

"You speak, and I'm listening."

Regarding your first question, we can only answer that it is indeed so.

After a pause, the person on the other end continued:

"We've discovered an opening gate to hell within the territory of the Red Bear, and we're currently trying to close it. We barely have any manpower left for other tasks."

The Gates of Hell?

Modi's brow twitched again; this thing was recorded in the archives.

More than forty years ago, during that war that swept across almost the entire world, a gate to hell was almost opened by a desperate art student who had failed his college entrance exams.

To prevent this door from opening, the Allied forces paid a heavy price, suffering countless deaths and injuries—a secret not recorded in history.

The Global Anomaly Alliance was established because of this incident.

Unexpectedly, just over forty years later, another gate to hell has descended.

"This door is located inside a nuclear power plant, and the hell it connects to is called 'Radiation Hell,' which is filled with massive amounts of radiation."

Once the door is opened, the entire continent will likely be turned into a radioactive wasteland.

This situation is indeed quite serious.

Modi nodded, then asked, "And the second question?"

"The second question is also related to the gates of hell."

There seems to be a gate to hell in the town of Korwick. A distant relative of yours has asked you to inherit their old house, so you've been sent to investigate.

After hearing the whole sentence, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Thankfully, it was just an investigation, rather than him single-handedly taking down a gate to hell.

Otherwise, he would have to run away with the bucket.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" The person on the other end seemed about to hang up.

Modi thought for a moment and replied, "Yes, what about the operating expenses?"

He recalled his mission file, which did not seem to mention any funding for the operation.

It's not too late to bring it up in person now.

The person on the other end seemed taken aback, and after a long pause, they spoke:

"Go to Orlando, outside the Black Forest. We have a secret outpost there to monitor the Black Forest for any unusual activity."

There are some items inside that should be of some help to you. The exact location is...

After listening, Modi muttered to himself, "They really didn't prepare any funds for the operation beforehand. How can the alliance be so stingy?"

"Mormontes, I can hear you, and so can the Secretary General. And we do have operating funds, but you've used them all to develop supernatural gadgets."

"Well, I have to go now, I'll hang up now."

He then realized the source of the extraordinary gadgets in his car and quickly hung up the phone.

"Alright, someone will be coming to take over here soon."

He looked at Joey and asked, "Do you have a spare tire in your car? My tire is flat and I need to change it urgently."

Joey nodded and said, "There is one."

He drove the car to the side of the road and changed the tires on Modi's car.

Wiping away his sweat, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is everything you said true?"

"Of course, why would I lie to you for no reason?"

I got into the car and started the engine.

Before setting off, he specifically instructed this fairly responsible man:

"Soon, Amelikan and our people will probably be there. I don't know how Amelikan is doing, but you can explain the situation to our people."

They shouldn't give you any trouble.

After saying that, the car sped away, disappearing into the darkness in the distance.