Ice-cold, frozen earth replaced the collapsing shrine. As the enemy of this world, Ömdiroken was now viewed as an enemy by the entire world.
Icicles would suddenly rise, ice storms would descend without any warning, and even a rock that he accidentally kicked would end up landing on his head. When the world was filled with hostility toward him, it also seemed to be treating him as an enemy.
This wasn't something I intentionally created. It was simply because I, the creator of this world, viewed him as an enemy. This world naturally expressed its anger. Although this wasn't a life-threatening threat to him, in a world filled with hostility, he would need to be careful not to trip while walking or choke to death while drinking water.
His current world wasn't complete, and the only element that could be affected was ice and snow. Perhaps it wouldn't be a threat to Emordilorcan, who had already created his own world, but it was difficult to avoid the hostility and attacks that would distract him.
"Damn it! Come out of your turtle shell if you dare! "
The furious Ömdiroken never expected that he, who was famed for his outstanding defense, would actually have a moment where he would call someone else a turtle shell. But sometimes, fate was just so ironic. This time, it was his turn to be the king of defense who was completely helpless against his enemy's defense.
His seemingly fragile ice armor was covered in deadly blue flames. It was obvious that he couldn't even touch the ice that covered his entire body. Even if Ömdiroken's fists weighed thousands of kilograms, he didn't know where to hit.
"Hmph. Come hit me if you dare. "His opponent actually dared to provoke him.
Only now did he regret that he hadn't put more effort into strengthening his earth magic. In this abnormal world, it was impossible for him to gather earth elemental power to form powerful offensive spells. Even if he wanted to dig a hole in the ground to throw at his opponent, he discovered that the ground was filled with ice. When he tried to forcefully dig it up, it mysteriously melted into water.
In this world filled with hostility, Ömdiroken had suffered quite a bit. He had to be extremely careful with every step he took. Otherwise, he might trip at any moment. The sudden trembling and collapsing of the ground was even more troublesome to deal with.
But in this world, my opponent suddenly displayed a mystical transformation. He had angel wings and demon feet and scales. It was already ridiculous enough that such a mystical creature that was a combination of Order and Chaos existed. Not only that, after transforming, my opponent's combat strength increased exponentially.
The surrounding ice and snow turned into icicles in his hands. With a light pull, hundreds of icicles turned into shotguns. Under his control, the entire land of ice and snow turned into a field of ice and snow turrets.
In Ömdiroken's eyes, the most dangerous thing was still the dazzling frozen flames that flickered with a bewitching blue light.
Just being touched by a little bit of it was enough to cut off a piece of flesh. Yet, that guy didn't hesitate to throw an ice sword that was covered in freezing flames at him. This was simply an insult to him as a martial arts master.
As an experienced Warrior Monks, swatting away arrows was the most basic of basics. For Ömdiroken, even if hundreds of Elven archers attacked him at the same time, he could still easily swat away all the arrows without taking any damage. This was obviously a throw from a layman. He could even close his eyes and dodge it.
"Even if that ice is dangerous, it'll be fine as long as I don't touch it!"
But the strange thing was that the ice sword, which shouldn't have been threatening at all, suddenly sped up the moment it reached him.
"Damn it! What did you do!? "
Even though there was no change in the ice sword's speed, the speed of the ice sword was sometimes slow and sometimes fast. And just when he felt that he could dodge it, the ice sword would suddenly speed up and brush past him.
Before the icy flames could spread, the furious Ömdiroken tore off another piece of his flesh and roared angrily at me. However, my reply was to throw even more flying swords.
In Ömdiroken's eyes, the flying swords actually sped up several times. The sudden increase in speed caused him to lose confidence in dodging the ice sword. He leaped up and dodged the ice sword, but unfortunately, the ice sword still managed to hit him!
"Misjudgment? All kinds of acceleration have signs. It's impossible for me to misjudge. In that case, it's not that the ice sword sped up, it's that I've slowed down! "
Emordilorcan's angry roar seemed rather comical in my eyes. In my ears, his roar had already transformed into a "I'm … the … one … that's … slow … down! What … did … you … do!" comedy.
Not only his voice, even his movements were like an old movie being played on a broken CD player. He was sometimes slow and sometimes fast. At this point, he was already deeply poisoned. Part of his existence and Concept had already been "returned to zero."
Absolute zero was a concept unique to the mortal plane. At that temperature, even the tiny ions that made up matter would stop moving, and all energy would "return to zero." That was why it was called absolute zero.
But in this world, what made up matter weren't atoms, molecules, or other basic particles. Instead, it was basic elemental units. And the so-called absolute zero temperature of -273 degrees Celsius was actually quite easy for ice grandmasters to reach. In fact, there were even creatures that could live freely at -500 degrees Celsius.
However, Divine Sins were just that abnormal. They didn't create low temperatures. Instead, they guided the basic elemental units that made up your body to the lowest point possible, reaching a state that was theoretically impossible to achieve. In the world of Aichy, which didn't even have the concept of "absolute zero," such an existence shouldn't have been born.
"… Frigid Maw is a symbiotic existence of souls. Did he obtain this Concept from me?"
Every Abomination was an error of the world. If this error were to spread and lead to a chain reaction, the entire system (world) might die (perish). This was also the reason why Abominations were viewed as public enemies.
Obviously, directly using ice flames in the mortal plane would be suicidal. However, I had also found other ways to use this ability.
"A small amount, a small amount, so small that it's impossible to detect. Use normal ice to envelop it, dilute it, and let it slowly flow out, just like how milk is mixed into coffee."
After my "Ice Chill" evolved into "Death Chill", and with the addition of these additional effects, I finally reached the peak after my second evolution.
[Hibernation Chill: This effect is added to any ice elemental attack. Every attack will slow down the target's speed by 1%. This effect can be stacked and cannot be avoided. But if you stop stacking, this effect will automatically disappear after ten minutes.]
This seemed like a rather useless ability, and it was even worse in general usage. However, only those who truly tested it would know how terrifying it was.
This slowing effect was actually the process of guiding the target to "absolute zero." During this process, the target wouldn't notice at all, but the effect had already taken effect. The target would now be isolated from the normal timeline of time.
"Your senses and reactions have all unknowingly slowed down. For a warrior, slowing down their reactions by 0.1 seconds is already fatal. 0.1 seconds is enough to kill them, not to mention that you've already been slowed down by more than half in your current state. Right now, you can feel that the flow of time in the outside world is sometimes fast, sometimes slow. This means that your physical body's perception of time has been completely destroyed. No, I should say that you're already living in your own time. "
Although I said this, Ömdiroken still had a confused expression. This final test proved that he was already deeply poisoned. Perhaps my words were nothing more than high-speed noise in his ears.
"What … are … you … doing … what … are you … saying!"
I chuckled. If the explosive "Ice Chill of Calamity" was a venomous poison that could instantly kill someone, then this "Hibernation Chill" was a slow poison that would make someone fall into eternal sleep without them even realizing it.
The first time he was hit by an attack that was infused with Ice Chill, his sense of time was already messed up. One second too fast, one second too slow. For a Warrior Monks who had such a strong sense of battle rhythm, this was definitely a fatal injury. Later on, he even foolishly tried to block the arrows with his bare hands. That one second of mistake was a mistake.
One arrow, two arrows, several dozen arrows. Ömdiroken became a target for arrows. It was also thanks to his ruthlessness that he dug himself into the ground.
However, even though he eliminated the instant death effect of the Ice Chill of Calamity, the effects of the Hibernation Chill had multiplied even more.
By now, his sense of time was probably three times slower than a normal person's. In other words, my three seconds were probably only one second in his eyes.
This was already the result of his astonishing magic defense. But since things had already reached this point, the rest was quite simple.
I spread my wings. The transformation that I had been preparing for this entire time gave me enough power to fight against him. Now that I was like a trapped tiger in a cage, all that was left was the final harvest.
* Snap. * With a snap of my fingers, the freezing flames on my ice armor disappeared without a trace. All the freezing flames had gathered on the ice magic sword that had brought me such a calamity.
My ice armor made Ömdiroken's attacks useless, but it also gave me a tremendous amount of pressure. The coldest ice stuck to my body, and my body was already weak from losing a lot of blood. The rapid loss of body temperature caused me to lose all feeling in my limbs. The loss of body temperature and stamina made me dizzy, and I had a splitting headache. Even if I removed my ice armor right now, being covered in frostbite would be the best possible outcome.
The thing that gave me the greatest pressure was still the freezing flames on my ice armor.
After all, it was only the "coldest ice" and not the "hardest ice." It was impossible for me to create the "hardest ice." If Ömdiroken went all out and tried to take me down with him, it would definitely shatter in a single blow.
It would be fine if it only shattered. But if the shattered freezing flames stuck to my body … I would probably directly give up on healing myself.
My seemingly all-out suppression was actually a gamble. I gambled that his elemental magic hadn't reached the point where he could forcefully control elemental magic in a place with no elemental power. I gambled that he was cautious enough to not risk his life unless he was at the end of his rope. I gambled that my current display of power had scared him, making him not confident in being able to kill me in a single blow.
I couldn't help but gamble. The difference in power between us was far too great. Even if I used all of my schemes, the difference in power was still too great. I still gambled on the final missing piece of the puzzle.
"I saw it. I won the gamble."
Ömdiroken would hesitate, dodge, and search for an opportunity to counterattack. However, this was exactly what I wanted. I needed time for the Hibernation Chill to accumulate. Although the flames on the surface were dangerous, they wouldn't kill many people. The seemingly gentle pool was actually filled with the corpses of countless skilled swimmers.
And now, the moment that Ömdiroken gave up on the chance to risk his life, he had already lost his only chance at victory. Now that things had come to this, I wouldn't give him the chance to die together with me.
I took a deep breath. My ice armor had already shattered into ice shards. They would only hinder my actions in the upcoming battle.
I spread my wings, got close, and swung my sword. This time, there was no clash of sword and fist. Ömdiroken wasn't going to wait for his death. Since he reacted in advance, he was two seconds faster than me. However, being too fast or too slow would result in the same result. His fist missed, while my heavy sword infused with the Hibernation Chill viciously slashed at his remaining arm. The blue color spread once again.
* Crack! *
Despair flashed in Ömdiroken's eyes. Ömdiroken was truly ruthless. He actually directly bit off his own arm. But at this point, when that blue sword of ice and snow was placed on his neck, he knew that he was done for.
Just as I was about to swing my sword down, the "brave and fearless" Ömdiroken spoke up.
"Don't … kill … me. I'm willing to make you my lord and become your most loyal servant. The wealth I've accumulated is enough to make even the wealthiest emperor die of shame. I know the endless secrets and knowledge of this world. Even the God of Magic doesn't know as much as I do. And even if I lose my status as the Earth Elemental God, I'm still the strongest Elemental Lord. My power level is definitely not weak. As long as I have enough time, I'll become even stronger. Killing me won't bring you any benefits, but becoming your servant will bring you endless wealth! "
Patiently listening to Ömdiroken's intermittent begging for mercy was a test of one's patience. However, the more I listened, the happier I became. In the end, I even laughed out loud.
Subduing an Elemental God? That sounded quite impressive.
Obtaining the wealth that an Elemental God had accumulated for countless years? That sounded like a great deal.
Having an Elemental God as a fighter and servant? That was both practical and worthwhile.
Killing Ömdiroken would only be a way to vent my anger, but making him my slave would bring me endless benefits. No matter how I looked at it, this seemed like a great deal. For someone like me who was used to calculating benefits, it seemed that I had already made up my mind.
I laughed. Seeing that I was laughing, he also laughed.
"No."
And then, his face instantly paled.
"You want to survive? That's only natural, but do you know how many people died in that earthquake of yours? How many people died in the war that you started? "
Ömdiroken's eyes were rather blank, as if he didn't know why I was bringing this up at such a time.
"376,452 people died in the earthquake, and at least two million people died in this war. In that case, I can understand that you want to survive, but I want to ask you, when you killed them for money, did you ask them if they wanted to survive?"
"How can an ant talk to me …"
Ömdiroken still wanted to argue, but I had already lost my patience. Just cleaning up the corpses under the rubble after the war took an entire month. I could still hear all the tragedies and the cries of my loved ones. Now, a criminal was right under my sword, and he dared to treat my kin like ants. How could I possibly control my emotions?
"Ants? Ha, that's right, we're indeed not as powerful as you Gods. You're undying and powerful, while we're short-lived and weak. Why, why can't you damned bastards spare us? Why is it that even though you're clearly so powerful, you always drag us mortals into your battles as cannon fodder!? "
"We People of the Mist only want to live in peace. Why do you have to repeatedly destroy our home? It's been like this for more than three hundred years, and it's been like this for more than two hundred years, and it's still like this year. You're forcing our country to collapse, and our people to live in constant danger. Did we People of the Mist offend you? Can't you noble Gods have some kindness? If you want to fight, go fight by yourselves. Don't drag us into suffering, alright? "
"Why can't you spare us!?"
"Why don't you go fight that damned Holy War by yourselves!?"
"Why do you foolish existences have the right to be called Gods!?"
"Why don't you repent even now? Are mortals nothing more than ants that you can casually stomp to death in your eyes? We're humans, not ants! "
My angry roar was still echoing in this space. Countless echoes were growing louder and louder. The wind was howling, the icebergs were roaring, and the plains were echoing. Their angry roars represented the will of the entire world. Every voice was angrily questioning Ömdiroken, but he still didn't repent at all.
"As long as you spare me, I'll make it up to you. I can understand your anger at the loss of your wealth. As long as you spare me, I'll make it up to you ten times the amount you lost. Besides, mortals live quickly, very quickly …"
That's right, in their eyes, mortals were nothing more than ants that reproduced incredibly quickly. Dying in battle for the Gods was a supreme glory to begin with. What did their own lives matter to them?
And so, I laughed out of extreme anger.
And so, I swung my sword down. Sword light flashed, and that noble God's head flew into the air.
The eyes of the fallen head were still filled with disbelief, but I raised this head that was currently turning into stone and declared to the entire world that I had fulfilled my oath.
"I, Roland Mist, swear that no matter who you are or how noble your status is, as long as you dare to trample on my people's territory and kill my people, no matter where you hide, I'll find you and kill you!"
“Forgive？ Never! "(Forgive? Never!)
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