When Roland finally made up his mind to have a showdown with the System, the Ottoman Empire's former capital city, which was still eternally covered in rain, was about to complete the final piece of the puzzle for the "Inferno" plan.
Actually, although this was originally a battle between mortals, a battle between the Sea Tribe and the Bardi Empire, Lady Storm's incarnation soon interfered, this battle soon surpassed the limits of what mortals could interfere with.
"… Damned mages! Damned humans! "
Her bluish-purple skin was now covered in cracks. Even her previously smooth and white face was now covered in wounds, making her originally beautiful face seem rather vicious.
No wonder Lady Storm was so furious. This was already her second True God incarnation. After losing one incarnation, directly summoning a second incarnation would already be a major loss for her, and the current situation was still far from optimistic.
If this incarnation was destroyed here, she would suffer a great loss.
The red-haired swordsman who was currently digging his ears in a carefree manner was the target of Lady Storm's angry glare.
"Mortal, mortal, mortal, mortal, you dare to look down on me!?"
Lady Storm, who had a bad temper to begin with, was now furious. Her screams were filled with hysteria, but she didn't summon windstorms to lash at the ground like she usually did to directly kill this blasphemer.
The reason? Just now, her first incarnation had been personally killed by this seemingly unremarkable mortal swordsman. His heavy sword had suddenly descended like lightning and sliced her incarnation in half, causing a large amount of divine power to explode. All the power she had accumulated over the past half a year had been reduced to nothingness.
And this wasn't even the reason why she was so furious …
* Boom! *
Explosions and cannons kept ringing out in the distance. Floating airships were in formation above the water's surface, slowly launching a new wave of attacks towards the City of Rain.
At this moment, most of the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed. The drizzling rain wasn't able to slow down the mortals' footsteps. Although the Sea Tribe's barrier still existed on the ground, the ever-decreasing water level made the mortals feel fear.
They never expected that the warm sunlight of the past would cause them so much pain. They were starting to miss the icy ocean as they faced the Bardi army's aggressiveness.
In their fear and despair, they kept chanting the name of the god, but what made them feel even more despair was that the god that should have been supreme had just been killed in front of everyone's eyes.
Even though the Goddess of Storms immediately sent out her incarnation, she was still dragged into a bitter battle by the red-haired Sword Saint. The mages around her all had extraordinary power, and it seemed that the incarnation of the True God was about to be defeated.
"Perhaps our God isn't supreme. Perhaps we can't withstand the rain. Perhaps we, the Sea Tribe, should live in the water …"
The sunlight and the rain were both weakening their confidence that they would definitely win. The Bardi Empire's sturdy ships and cannons were the most direct threat to them. The True God of Storm, who was supposed to be undefeatable, had been defeated right in front of them, which was the most fatal blow to their confidence.
"Hurry up and run, or else it'll be too late …"
"Why do I have to risk my life for those tribal leaders? Even if the rain city belongs to the Seafolk, I haven't even been given a proper campfire or room …"
"Even the venerated God has been defeated. If we don't leave now, there'll be no hope at all …"
The temptations of the devil echoed in everyone's ears. The original God of Storms who couldn't see any hope of victory wavered. But someone suddenly shouted loudly.
"The high priest ran away! Look at his flag! He ran away! He's running away! "
High Priest Melkan, who represented the Goddess of Storms, was also present. And right now, in the middle of the storm, his flag that was glowing with a divine blue light was indeed retreating.
At this moment, someone took the lead, but the tribesmen were the first to start fleeing. And once they started fleeing, it was impossible to stop them.
"Mortals!"
The furious Lady Storm's incarnation wanted to stop them, but that heavy sword covered in lightning blocked her way.
"Lady, the main character has already left before the ball has even ended. That's not giving me any face. Are my techniques that bad?"
Taking a deep breath, Lady Storm regained her composure. At this point, it would be foolish of her not to realize that she had fallen into a trap.
The mortal Sword Saint in front of her was indeed powerful, but he was unable to cause any harm to her. More importantly, he was also of the Lightning Element, which meant that he was highly resistant to her attacks. Not only that, it seemed that his abilities were also inclined towards defense, which was why she was unable to shake him off.
"Copy: Meteor Shower!"
A cold voice sounded from behind her. The meteor shower that descended from the sky dealt a fatal blow to the Seafolk, but it also announced the existence of Marguerite.
One by one, the shining meteor shower descended. Every time one of them exploded, it would set off surging waves and countless cries of agony. Even though it wasn't as powerful as the original destructive forbidden spell, the miniature version of the copied forbidden spell was still shockingly powerful.
And from the very beginning, it was the Sage who unhesitatingly released the forbidden spell on the battlefield, which was why the True God's incarnation targeted him. In the end, he was killed once.
And now, the second incarnation was still forced into a desperate situation. Lady Storm was unable to give up on the battle and her believers. She had just ascended to the position of a powerful God, and she had already used all her chips here. She didn't have many allies to begin with, so she had no time to retreat.
Her believers were retreating, and the miracles in the sky had dissipated. The source of faith that she had overspent was beginning to feel exhausted. She was like a gambler, constantly putting the chips she had harvested into a new round of gambling. Although her winning streak had allowed her to grow rapidly, she could not afford to lose because her family was not strong enough and the gambling was getting more and more high-end, so she could not afford to lose at all.
As long as she lost the City of Rain, it would be good if her Divinity simply fell back. The most likely outcome would be that her power of faith would be completely exhausted, and she would instantly fall into an eternal slumber.
She was quite anxious as she watched the battle situation get worse and worse. However, she didn't have the ability to protect them. Her sea monster army had long since been stopped by the mortal army. Although she was quite annoyed at the fact that this smiling mortal swordsman in front of her was so disgusting, she had to admit that he did indeed have the ability to challenge the Gods.
Finally, as anger and humiliation intertwined, she made a decision, a decision that everyone was looking forward to …
At the same time, under the shadow, two figures were conversing privately.
"Heehee, no matter how many times I see it, I just like to see mortals collapse and despair."
One of them was a seemingly childish black-haired, black-eyed youth. He was currently smiling evilly as he watched everything unfold before him. He was the messenger of despair, the Devil Lord from Hell. And right now, he was completing the mission he had been entrusted with, which was to speed up the Sea Tribe's collapse.
What he saw was a youth who looked exactly the same as him. This youth was happily waving the Sea Tribe's highest priest's military flag, while all the guards around him had already been reduced to corpses. The highest priest's head was still lying on the ground, unwilling to die.
The air, which was hard to see with the naked eye, was now filled with despair and discord. As the highest-level existence in this world, the Main God level Lord of Despair was the embodiment of fear and despair. He could make even the strongest hero instantly collapse with just his gaze. This large-scale domain of despair was very difficult to detect. However, it would stimulate the fear and despair in the hearts of the weak.
On this battlefield, everyone would have to face their own inner fear. All relationships of trust would be doubted, and all loyalty would be tortured by countless illusions. For the Lord of Despair, having the mortal army flee was nothing more than a game. The Sea Tribe's collapse wasn't undeserved.
"… Heimor, you can have fun, but don't get in the way."
"Boss, don't rush me. You should know that she's a powerful God as well. It won't be difficult to kill off her incarnation, but it'll be quite difficult to affect her rationality and make her make foolish decisions … Ohhh, here it comes. It would seem that the number one crazy woman in the southwest seas hasn't improved much over the years. As expected, she's risking everything at such a critical moment."
The person that Heimor referred to as boss was a white-robed young man. He was currently playing with a red rose.
When he heard Heimor's words, Heimor also looked towards the sky.
The appearance of the sky had changed once again. The dark clouds that had dispersed with great difficulty gathered again. Countless gales twisted into a ball, and dozens of giant tornadoes were forming a new group of storms. And at the place where the storm was most concentrated, a hole was vaguely opened in the sky, and the eye of the storm was peeking out from it.
Looking at it from the internet, the one-eyed Storm King seemed to be reaching down from the clouds, preparing to interfere with the mortal world.
"The big fish has finally taken the bait …"
…
[Cavendish shouldn't have existed in this world to begin with …]
'System …' Astrya used this puzzling phrase to unveil the dust-covered past.
[Our battle against Cynthia caused us to fall into a long, deep sleep …]
I had heard Aillé mention all of this before. In the very first Holy War, the Goddesses of Chaos and Chaos, who had nearly equal power and abilities, fought to the point where neither side won. Both of them fell into a state of suspended animation. But if the two of them simply fell asleep, that would be underestimating the Goddesses of Chaos and Chaos far too much.
Even though their physical bodies were no longer able to revive, their divine souls could still roam this world.
The so-called bottomless Chaos Abyss was an endless, bottomless world of Chaos. That was the Goddess of Chaos herself. In her own personal domain, she transformed into the will of the Chaos Abyss and created a system for demons to level up. The summoning from the Chaos Abyss was something that those with Inferno bloodlines were unable to resist.
Every time a "child" that she took a fancy to appeared, she would think of a way to make that child enter the Chaos Abyss. Perhaps it was because of her diligence, or perhaps it was because the Chaos Faction was more suited to combat than the Order Faction to begin with. Not only did the Chaos Faction's overall power level begin to surpass the Order Faction's, the Chaos Faction always took the initiative in every Holy War. The constant appearance of Chaos and Chaos in the world also gave her power, making Cynthia more and more clear-headed. Of course, this also made her crazier and crazier.
The Goddess of Order wasn't as fortunate as her younger sister. Since she was the Goddess of Order, she would naturally be restricted by Order's rules. Pure Order didn't need a self. It only needed a ruler that wouldn't make mistakes. The end result was that the Goddess of Order's sense of self became thinner and weaker, to the point where she even lost contact with her physical body. And in the middle of the last Holy War, pure Order rejected the Goddess of Order's intervention.
It could be predicted that even if the Goddess of Order revived again, she wouldn't be a Goddess. Instead, she would be the incarnation of Order.
[The past, I was wrong …]
Perhaps her wandering life in the mortal world had changed her. Or perhaps she had unknowingly lost her crown as the Goddess of Order and became a wandering ghost with no home to return to. Compared to the overly idealistic and naïve young lady of the past, Astrya was far more realistic and easy to deal with.
However, due to her "overflowing maternal love" (Aillé's words) personality, she was still worried about this world and its citizens. That was why even if she lost her ability to directly interfere with the world, she would still think of ways to help the weaker Order Faction obtain the final victory, even if that wasn't enough to solve the final problem.
Unable to directly interfere? That's right, Cynthia still had the support of the entire Chaos Abyss. However, Astrya was merely a will without a physical body. Her only method of interfering with the world would be to possess my body. Perhaps a nicer way of saying this would be "guidance from the heavens/saints/justice," but it was actually nothing more than that.
[Child of Fate. In every Holy War, the mortal heroes will always shine brilliantly. And, the person with the deepest karma will doubtlessly be the most dazzling star of that Holy War. His actions will likely change the result of this Holy War.]
Astrya was basically a different kind of transmigrator. The Goddess of Time, Space, and Fate would always find the most dazzling Child of Fate in the River of Fate before every Holy War. She would give him information about the future, give him the power of the natural order, and guide him to victory. It would seem that she was the so-called "great prophet" of Order.
"For example, the God of Holy Light from back in the day?"
[Yes, he was a good person. That year, the situation was actually quite terrible. The demons were far more powerful than the elves. Under my guidance, the God of Holy Light found the essence of twisted light that was used to counter the demons and undead's natural order — Holy Light. At the very least, before he ascended to the throne and gave up on himself, he was a good person.]
"Then, this time, it's me? The future Dark Knight Emperor, Demon Prince Roland? "
I felt rather bitter and depressed. It seemed that I still hadn't broken free from the shackles of fate. However, this mysterious depression only lasted for an instant before I shook my head and got rid of it.
No matter what the reason was, it was my own choice that I had reached this point. Perhaps my System's information and assistance had helped me to a certain extent, but it was impossible for her to choose my own future for me. I wasn't weak enough to blame others for my own mistakes.
Besides, I had never intended to stand on either side. That would only cause the Holy War to continue forever. It would be foolish to treat the symptoms and not the root cause. Since even Yongye was unable to stop her, that meant that there was a limit to how much she could interfere with the Holy War. So, why should I think too much about it?
What I needed to do now was to break free from the shackles of my useless seniors and completely end this Holy War.
[… Don't be too harsh on your seniors. Not every Child of Fate is a transmigrator. I should say that I was astonished to learn that there was actually another world out there. Your information from another world was basically a virus. It changed my way of thinking far more than what I had experienced in countless Holy Wars. I admit that I was too extreme back in the day. … You do have the right to be arrogant. Although your starting point was the lowest, you did the best out of all the previous Children of Fate. At the very least, you found a path that didn't originally exist. I saw hope in you to end the Holy War.]
"Then, what did you mean when you said that 'there's no Cavendish in this world'?"
[I meant exactly what I said. You should have seen the 'strategy' I gave you. Cavendish doesn't exist in it. This is indeed a normal path of fate.]
"Then, there's something abnormal about this?"
For some reason, I seemed to have discovered the truth of what happened back in the day.
[Yes. This time, Cynthia, who had suffered at my hands, was constantly watching me. She discovered my choice. Although she doesn't have the ability to predict the future, she fought with me over the Child of Fate's soul, and the result …]
"The result?"
[The result was that the Child of Fate was split in two. However, the two damaged souls were perfected under our protection. The part with the memories of a transmigrator was affected by the power of Order, and was naturally inclined towards Order. Meanwhile, Cavendish was the complete opposite. He was born inclined towards Chaos. His inconceivable speed of growth was completely incomprehensible.]
I was rendered speechless. It would seem that my younger brother and I had been lucky to have been born. At the very least, we hadn't been played to death by the Goddesses of Chaos in our wombs.
As for the fact that we originally shared the same soul, that didn't really matter. Since we were living in this world, our memories and experiences would be different, making us two completely different individuals. It didn't matter how we were at the beginning. At most, we were just clones.
Many thoughts flashed through my mind. All the clues were strung together, and I seemed to see the truth.
"In that case, the true culprit behind the Mist Kingdom incident … Cynthia also obtained the Child of Fate that she desired."
It was actually quite simple to find the mastermind behind a successful scheme. All one needed to do was find the person who benefited from the Mist Kingdom's destruction. Perhaps only the Chaos Faction would benefit from it.
"Cavendish, who was chosen by the Chaos Abyss, borrowed the power of a demon to take revenge under Cynthia's enticement. He then walked deeper and deeper into the Chaos Abyss. The transmigrator Roland, who was possessed by the Goddess of Order, reached the end of his road, and formed a blood feud with the Holy Church, which was the main faction of the Order Faction. This was the perfect ending for the Chaos Faction. "
At this point, it was no longer necessary to guess who had isolated the snowy mountain from the Mist Kingdom. It was either Cynthia herself, or the Chaos Main God who was related to her. In the end, this grudge would still be placed on Cynthia.
After thinking it over, I couldn't help but chuckle. Although I knew a lot, apart from the fact that I was closer to Cavendish than any ordinary brother, nothing else seemed to have changed. I still needed to break the Cycle of Reincarnation's monopoly, and I couldn't allow the two Goddesses of Order to truly awaken.
"Do you still have the power of prophecy?"
[Not yet. Since I've already interfered with fate, it's natural that fate's trajectory is beyond my control.]
"Useless."
[… From today onwards, all System products will be sold at three times the normal price.]
"In the end, it's still up to me to decide my own fate."
Not far away, a tear in the sky suddenly appeared, along with a pungent smell of sulfur. This meant that our long-awaited guests had finally arrived. It would seem that now wasn't the time to think too much.
"One, two … three Main God level existences. The Chaos Faction really thinks highly of us."
Although there would definitely be pursuers, considering that we might not even have a chance to return, the Chaos Faction was willing to send out so many Main God level existences at once. Should I say that the Chaos Faction thought highly of us, or should I say that the devils were far too unpopular?
"Roland, I've come to play with you."
Alright then, that familiar voice that sounded like he was visiting was far too familiar. Only that idiot younger brother of mine would do something like this. My head was getting more and more painful.
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