From a certain standpoint, my System was willing to expose my identity and make me suspicious in order to give me such a valuable gift.
"The most valuable and troublesome thing in the world will always be free … I'm not talking about multi-level marketing or scams. Favors and trust are the things that give me the most headaches. "
However, I was someone who always hated trouble and owed favors. This time, I had to accept the System's favor. That was because the "free" experience of creating a new world was far too important and helpful to my goal.
Previously, when I created Frigidwinter Earth, my ability to create a new world had mostly relied on my natural talents and System hacks. The other half had been pure copying. That was what Aichy had done back then. I simply copied her records.
Actually, that was what all mages did. They didn't need to know the foundational principles of magic or Divine Arts. They only needed to follow an existing process and implement it step by step. The advantage of doing this was that it greatly lowered the barrier to entry. However, the disadvantage was that apart from being unable to surpass their predecessors, it was also that they would be stiff and inflexible in actual combat. If they met with a specific strategy or trap, they wouldn't be able to adapt to the situation, and the result would likely be death.
True archmages and archpriests would often analyze the foundational principles of magic. They would understand the how and why of magic. They would casually summon minor magic spells to improve and strengthen existing magic spells. A true sign of a mage's maturity would be that they would be able to improve or even develop new specialized magic spells based on the foundational theories and current conditions.
The Seal of the Four Elements was doubtlessly the most powerful and original forbidden spell in this world. Simultaneously controlling four different elements and summoning all four major elements to create a seal would be incredibly difficult to cast. Not to mention improving or improving the spell, just simply using it as it was written would already be an amazing archmage. Not to mention, what we needed was the "Four Elements Creation" that evolved from the "Seal of the Four Elements".
Originally, even with my experience of creating a new world in Frigidwinter Earth, my highest success rate would be no more than 40%. Even if I was lucky enough to succeed, it would likely be an incomplete product with flaws …
Gambling everything with only a 40% success rate? Since the success rate of all the other choices was below the decimal point, and doing nothing would be akin to waiting for death, a 40% success rate would be more than enough for me to gamble everything.
But with this precious gift of timely help, everything was different.
Astrya's gift was a precious memory from the very beginning of Creation. It was the very first form of this spell. Not only did it contain the most basic principles of this spell, it also contained practical experience and comprehension. After obtaining this gift, my understanding of this spell had probably surpassed that of the creator herself. That was because Aichy had mostly created the world based on instinct. What I needed to do was to use technology to recreate everything that she was capable of using instinct, and even surpass her … After all, what we were trying to create wasn't an ordinary world of the living.
"This … is the country of the dead!"
With my proclamation, with the Ghostwind Plains as the core, the pitch-black world snatched away the existence of light. On this piece of land, countless obsidian pillars emerged from the ground. They were like miniature versions of the Black Tower, and at the top of every obsidian pillar, there was a skull that seemed to be laughing maniacally.
"This is the country of the dead, the living are not allowed to enter."
Just by vaguely seeing these stone pillars, these words of warning naturally rang in everyone's mind. It was not a threat, but a simple statement of fact.
"If you take another step forward, you'll never be able to leave."
This was an instinctive warning, as if there was an invisible boundary there. Anyone who crossed it would be destined to leave their soul behind.
And if this invisible instinctive warning could be ignored, then the black mist that the obsidian skeletons were spewing out was a real threat.
"Poison gas!"
"How is this possible? We (demons) can actually be poisoned! "
The black mist first engulfed the devils and demons' battlefield. The demons from the Chaos Abyss were already accustomed to extremely harsh environments. They had far greater resistance to fire, acid, and poison than any other species. And as the "Lord of Putrefaction" Ladvioka's subordinates, they lived in a dimension filled with poisonous mist and swamps. Any demons with low resistance to poison would have long since died in some corner of the Chaos Abyss.
The eight-meter-tall Berserk Sword Inferno Demon at the very front just happened to be standing next to a stone pillar. The moment he smelled the black mist, he suddenly collapsed. And the moment he collapsed, the eternal flames on his body disappeared along with his life.
His gigantic gray body and beheading greatsword smashed a deep hole in the ground, but there wasn't a single wound on his body. His vicious expression was filled with confusion, as if he didn't know why he had died.
The next instant, his silver soul walked out of his physical body. The demon's confused expression slowly walked into the obsidian stone pillar and disappeared without a trace. Meanwhile, the skull on the stone pillar seemed to have eaten its fill as it spewed out even more black mist.
The black mist was spreading everywhere. With the high-level demon's demonstration, both demons and devils were frantically running away to avoid this mist of death.
Meanwhile, the Undead Knight Inferno Demons were moving faster and faster in the black mist. Their skeletons became thicker and sturdier, and their blades and armor were strengthened by the black mist. Their skeletal warhorses also became more agile and fast, and the soulfire in their eyes seemed to be alive.
Since the enemies were retreating in fear, how could these Undead Knight Inferno Demons miss out on such a good opportunity? They swiftly pierced through and split up the enemies. Their weapons that had been strengthened by the mist of death were also capable of harvesting a demon's soul. Any demon that was struck would immediately collapse and lose its soul.
Even the powerful Ladvioka and his army began retreating in front of this abnormal black mist. The devils on our side weren't any weaker. Even with their leader's orders, they still began retreating. In fact, some of them were even looking behind them with hostility, as if they felt like they were nothing more than cannon fodder.
"Don't run! Don't resist!"
The Lord of Lies angrily roared at me. Under his willful command, Devil Lord Marshan, who was surrounded by black mist to begin with, walked into the black mist of his own volition. The berserk black mist surrounded him, and as he howled in pain, a mystical change occurred.
The gigantic Devil Lord Marshan half-knelt on the ground. His physical appearance and body shape were both being changed by the black mist. The black mist that had originally surrounded his body dissipated, and his gigantic body expanded exponentially. When the black mist dissipated, a gigantic demon that could support both the heavens and the earth was born.
The scales and claws commonly seen in devils had disappeared without a trace. If one only looked at its outer appearance, its smooth and beautiful body was somewhat similar to that of a human's. Its dark green demonic eyes had turned into black pupils. However, compared to ordinary giants, the black horn on its forehead was quite eye-catching. That horn was also where a strange energy was gathered, and the energy aura around its body was even more powerful than before.
"… You're just as ugly as before."
Ilmisya covered her nose and laughed in mockery. However, she could faintly see tears of joy in her eyes. How could she not recognize Marshan's physical appearance? This valiant and ugly man was the same as when he was still a member of the Mountain Demon Tribe. The only difference was that he now had an extra horn.
Marshan knelt on the ground and stared at his hands in disbelief. The vicious scars on his face were twitching, and then he raised his head to the sky and roared in astonishing anger!
"Ahhh! Damned Chaos Abyss! I, the Yellow Dragon Tribe's number one warrior, Marshan Duboer, have returned! "
With angels and demons as witnesses, the first member of the Hell Demon Tribe, Ghost General Marshan, was born.
He suddenly rushed into the demons' battle formation and waved his gigantic trident as he began to wantonly slaughter and take revenge. Seeing his transformation, the Immemorial Devils hesitated for a moment before allowing the black mist to engulf them.
Soon, after howling and struggling in pain, numerous new War Demons were born from the black mist. The new War Demons didn't even have the time to digest the new memories and knowledge in their minds before they returned to the battlefield after recovering from their astonishment. And this time, the black mist that brought death became their allies.
"The Hades Mist of Death has finally been created."
I heaved a sigh of relief as I observed the entire situation from the top of the black tower.
This black mist wasn't poisonous. In fact, it wasn't even offensive at all. It was simply a subsidiary of this "Plane of the Dead". Everything within its range was the country of the dead.
This black mist was a supplement for the dead. If any living person was contaminated by this black mist, they would either be transformed into the dead, or, under certain conditions, they would be transformed into the guardians of Hell — the Devils.
In my previous experiments, I had provided Marshan with a sample of Death Mist, but I hadn't completely transformed him. I had only transformed him into a strange form of black mist. Now, this complete version of Hades Mist of Death had successfully transformed Marshan into a Devil.
Ilmisya, who was standing next to me, was rather tempted. It was understandable that a woman would want to regain her beauty. However, I stopped her. Currently, the country of the dead hadn't taken shape yet, and this forcibly created Hades Mist of Death was far too little and weak. Transforming a single Devil General had already used up a lot of Hades Mist of Death. I still had use for the remaining Hades Mist, so I couldn't waste it.
In the gigantic skull next to me, a bronze battle hammer formed from flames was currently burning fiercely. However, the flames were turning from a bright red to an even deeper color. Some parts of the flames had already turned purple-black.
This hammer was the God Equipment of Fire that Solo had obtained from the Water Elemental Plane — the Hand of Blessing of the First Flames.
Right now, this hammer was indeed one of the four elements of Hell. It represented a part of the "soul". Unlike Aichy's Earth Elemental Plane, which had chosen fire as the soul's symbol and elemental component, in a Hell filled with the dead, I would naturally use "death" as the element of the soul.
Death was the foundation of Hell. It was a basic condition that all existences had to fulfill.
"In the country of the dead, only the dead exist."
This black tower was one of the main pillars of the new Hell Plane. It was currently constructing a country of the dead. However, there were certain people who wouldn't allow this to happen so smoothly.
As the dimensional laws of this new Hell Plane gradually took shape, a pair of wings of light suddenly descended upon us. Holy Light and Hades Mist of Death clashed against each other, directly dispersing the immature black mist of death. The angel army entered our field of vision.
"I've never felt that this blinding Holy Light was so annoying. Aillé, there's a lot of pressure on us. Hurry up. "
I received a reply from the skulls. A familiar voice spoke up in the same unhurried tone as before.
"It's almost time. The storm is slightly more difficult to deal with than I expected. Hold on. I'll give this side some strength. "
The skulls laughed maniacally in response. The black mist of death furiously spread, causing the angel at the very front to collapse. This time, the explosively increasing black mist actually suppressed the Holy Light.
That's right, I was the main designer and mastermind behind the scenes of this Hell Plane's forbidden spell. However, I still didn't have the ability to provide such a high level of power of death.
"Ha, compared to the power of death, there's nothing in this world that's stronger and purer than the original undead, Death God Aillé."
Currently, a tall, pure-white skeleton lay within the black tower's skull. The endless power of death was coming from this skeleton. This skeleton was the true core of the black tower.
That's right, this skeleton was Aillé's skeleton.
Aillé was even using his own corpse. It could be said that he was willing to sacrifice everything in order to successfully construct this Hell Plane. Far away in the Ottoman Empire, Aillé gently rubbed the crystal skull in his hand. He saw through the eyes of the devils that his tribe had transformed. While he was delighted, he unhesitatingly increased his investment.
I had an identical crystal skull in my hand. I could sense the powerful power of death within it, as well as Aillé's resolution. I knew that it was time to enter the next phase of my plan.
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