Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 579 579: MYSTIC OF BLOOD

"Hmm. A mystic," the man muttered, studying Chen Mo with faint interest.

"Quite the weak one, but with lots of potential."

"Who are you?" Chen Mo asked bluntly, his tone direct and unyielding.

"Hmm. I'm Seth. Nice to meet you, mystic of the arms," he replied, stretching out his hand in a smooth offer of handshake.

"You are also a mystic, aren't you?" Chen Mo asked, narrowing his eyes.

"A mystic of the blood?" he added, recalling Vault's earlier words.

"Ah, yes. So you do know about me. I'm pleased," Seth said calmly.

"Well, let's get along with the task.

The faster I repay my debt to that man, the better for me.

I hate being indebted to a crook like him."

"Ouch, you hurt my pride," the little girl complained with a pout.

"I simply conduct fair business that satisfies both parties."

"You can fool the newbie, not me," Seth replied lightly.

"Alright. Let's go. I'm behind schedule for my hair care."

He snapped his fingers once.

In the next moment, the entire surrounding changed in a seamless shift.

Chen Mo found himself standing in a wide, endless expanse made of nothing but pure, roaring flames.

The heat pressed against his skin like a living presence, yet it did not burn him.

"Where is this?" Chen Mo asked, surprise flickering across his face as he took in the blazing landscape.

"The home of the unfortunate being we are going to hunt," Seth informed him.

"Well, come along.

I need to finish this up as quickly as possible before those other guys make an annoying move."

Seth had instantly transferred them to the Flame Father's origin realm.

Together, the group moved toward the heart of the realm, where the Flame Father should be located.

But before they could travel far, they were quickly surrounded by flame spirits and ifrits.

Their fiery forms flickered and danced with hostile energy, blocking every path.

"Stop. What's your purpose?" one of the flame spirits demanded.

"You have no right to be here."

Chen Mo reached for his blade instinctively, but stopped after a casual gesture from Seth.

"Relax. Allow me to handle this," Seth replied, his voice smooth and confident.

"Spirits. Not my favorites, but that doesn't mean I can't play with you," he added with an innocent smile that didn't reach his crimson eyes.

"Urgh! Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

Each and every flame spirit and ifrit fell to the ground at once, screaming in agony.

It felt as though their entire worlds were crumbling from within.

They groaned helplessly, unable to control the overwhelming pain that wracked their fiery bodies.

Chen Mo watched the peculiar spectacle with quiet intrigue, his expression unchanging.

"Allow me to show you a play of flame spirits against ifrits," Seth informed Chen Mo with that same innocent smile.

Clapping his hands once, the ifrits and flame spirits rose to their feet against their will, bodies moving like puppets on invisible strings.

"Alright, begin," Seth instructed lightly.

Unable to control their actions, the ifrits reacted first.

They fired short bursts of flames at the flame spirits.

But the spirits were completely immune to fire, so the attacks caused no harm at all.

The flame spirits attacked next, leading to a full, chaotic brawl over who was stronger.

The air filled with roaring flames and desperate cries.

Seth watched the fight with clear amusement, as though it were nothing more than an entertaining play staged just for him.

"You lot are disturbing my peace," a cold voice suddenly reached the ears of Seth and Chen Mo, cutting through the chaos.

"Finally, the main character approaches," Seth said with a smile as the Flame Father drew near, his presence radiating overwhelming heat and authority.

"Who are you to make a mess and cause chaos in my own home?" the Flame Father asked, anger blazing in his eyes like living embers.

"I'm Seth. And he is Chen Mo," Seth replied casually.

"We are here to kill you as a way of paying our debt."

At once, he snapped his fingers.

The ifrits and flame spirits exploded in a brilliant shower of fireworks, their forms scattering into harmless sparks.

"You dare?!" the Flame Father roared in fury, his voice echoing across the fiery expanse.

He stretched out his hand, and flames materialized around it, forming a staff that burned eternally with intense, living fire.

"It seems we offended the big guy," Seth smiled, a thin stream of blood flowing from his body and coalescing into a sleek rapier in his grip.

"He is mine," Chen Mo said firmly, stepping forward and stopping Seth with a raised hand.

He walked steadily toward the Flame Father, his own presence growing sharper with every step.

"Sure. Take your time," Seth replied, his smile widening.

"I guess I'll just clear out all the annoying fellows gathering."

A pool of blood materialized beneath his feet, dark and glistening.

"Rise, my white soldiers," Seth muttered softly.

From the blood, white-looking creatures of all shapes and forms manifested, moving with eerie silence toward the approaching flame beings.

"Kill them!" the general in command of the flame origin realm ordered.

He was a massive dragon, his entire body cloaked in flames that made his scales glow red-hot like molten metal.

The flame soldiers rushed toward Seth, who remained standing calmly in place.

They clashed with the white soldiers, but quickly realized they had gravely overestimated themselves.

The flame creatures were far stronger than expected.

No attack affected the white soldiers.

It felt as though they were immune to everything.

And the craziest thing about them was their style of battle.

They grabbed the flame creatures and swallowed them whole, neutralizing them completely.

Some didn't even use their mouths, they simply merged with the flame beings, leading to their instant death.

The dragon stared in surprise.

His soldiers were utterly powerless against the strange white warriors.

"Those are white soldiers," Seth explained calmly.

"The crudest form I created for weak soldiers like yours."

The dragon felt his blood run cold as he suddenly sensed Seth standing directly on top of his head, perched over a fresh pool of blood.

The scariest part was that he had no idea when Seth had reached him.

"Allow me to show you the might of a stage two white soldier," Seth whispered calmly into the flame dragon's ear.

"As well as a DNA soldier."