While Roland was still excitedly preparing his new spell, a small team of mercenaries was already waiting outside the ruins. Barton, who was leading the team, finally told them their goal and reason for coming here.
At this moment, in the temporary camp, Barton was speaking with confidence. He was both boosting the mercenaries' morale and giving them their mission. The mercenaries and their companions all seemed to be looking forward to the upcoming battle.
"Our mission this time is quite important, but it's risky and rewarding. If we succeed, we'll cut off the Undead Calamity's path of retreat, and we'll definitely receive the title of hero that you've all been dreaming of. You won't have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of your lives."
Mercenaries weren't volunteer soldiers. Trying to reason with them would be useless. Only the benefits would be worth it. But that alone wasn't enough. No matter how high the rewards were, no one would do a mission that was certain death. There was money to be earned, and money to be spent.
And now, just by looking at the surface, entering the undead's lair was a mission that was certain death. These mercenaries were willing to come here partly because of the promised rich rewards, and partly because they believed that Old Barton, who was also a mercenary, wouldn't be so stupid as to die.
"… According to what that person said, we don't need to fight the Undead with swords and spears. Our main opponents will be the little metal cuties in the ruins. Our goal is to send my daughter to a specific location in the ruins. So you don't need to know what to do, because you won't understand even if I tell you. What you need to do is what you're best at: use your swords to open a path! "
"Yes, as long as we find the link, we can try to regain control of the Sky Tower. It's enough as long as you can bring me and this little girl there. I'll take care of the rest. "
Timlad added. Originally, Roland had wanted this great engineer to stay behind and help defend the city, but when he considered that it would be impossible to complete this mission without Timlad, he finally allowed Timlad to come with them.
"Relax, I won't be a burden."
As he joked around, Timlad even did a bodybuilding pose, causing everyone to intentionally suppress their laughter.
Of course, nobody took Timlad's words seriously. Nobody really felt that Timlad would be a burden. After all, Timlad was a famous Myth-ranked hero. In fact, everyone's trust and reliance on Timlad's character and power level was obviously more than the dragon lich's terrifying true form.
Barton didn't have to worry too much about this. After all, even an important person like Barton was willing to take the risk. At the very least, this proved that this wasn't a dead end. Barton's good reputation in the past also greatly boosted the morale of the ordinary mercenaries, even giving them the illusion that they were saving the world.
"Now then, I'll explain. Our first goal is to reach the very top of the Sky Tower. According to the Sky Tower's special design, that's the deepest level. But even if there aren't any high-level undead in the tower, those mechanical guards are still quite dangerous. But this is also an opportunity for us. I have a plan. First, we need to find a large mechanical guard that's left behind …"
The plan was quite old-fashioned. It was nothing more than taking advantage of the fact that the main battlefield was attracting the undead's attention to ambush the undead's vitals. However, there was no need to worry about old-fashioned tactics as long as they were practical. As long as Roland was able to attract the undead's attention from the main battlefield, it would be best if he could force the Undead Emperor to call for reinforcements. That would naturally leave more and more openings in the enemy's lair.
And, with Timlad, an expert from the Haletdam generation, on our team, it would be much easier to explore the Haletdam generation's ruins.
While Timlad was explaining his plan to everyone, he was constantly observing the bald old man who was being so careful with his daughter. Apart from being an expert on this mission, Timlad's second task was to give the bald old man a score.
"Let me see whether or not you're worthy of that person's attention. You want to become the core of that person's new plan? You can't be like this right now. A commander who places too much importance on personal relationships is completely unqualified … Strange, why is it that he's always able to find someone who's very capable? He's never made a mistake. Could it be that there are so many talented people in the world? Or are there really people who are born with the ability to see the future? Or is it true that he's a prophet who has the ability to see the future? "
Even though Roland had taken out those mystical pictures of his prophecy, Timlad hadn't believed in the so-called prophecy. After all, pictures could be faked. And as a pure engineer and former soul expert, the more Timlad researched, the less he believed that there was someone capable of seeing the future with so many causal factors involved.
Even Timlad, who had experienced the Cycle of Reincarnation's inheritance, felt rather lost when he thought about the illusory concept of fate and prophecy. But, it was still possible to explain how a novice would become a hero just by watching him throw a ball. But, it was quite difficult to explain how Roland had mysteriously trusted Olivia and Roland completely and unconditionally supported Roland and Olivia.
Back in the day, Roland had basically given everything he had to help two novice researchers with their research. The two novice researchers were quite discouraged by the fact that Roland and Roland would definitely succeed. But, whether or not a researcher would be able to produce results wasn't just a factor of strength. Luck was even more important. Compared to how sly Roland was normally, Roland's trust in Roland and Olivia was completely unreasonable.
"It's the same this time. Roland directly told me that Roland has the talent to be a commander and that he has the potential to become a super powerful individual. Not long ago, Roland was just an old mercenary who couldn't even make it to the top. He's long past his prime, so I can't understand him at all. I'm afraid that there's no other explanation for this apart from prophecy. "
Even though Timlad was muttering to himself, he didn't intend to discuss this topic with Roland. Although it was difficult to understand the concept of prophecy, and an existence who could control fate would make Timlad feel powerless, it was reassuring to have a prophet who always stood on the winning side on Timlad's side. And, most importantly …
"We're following Roland not because he's a prophet or because he has a bright future ahead of him, even though I've always felt that he was just bluffing when he said that he could predict the end of the world. That's what all evil cultists do …"
Timlad shook his head and tossed all these thoughts to the back of his mind. His arrogant words from back in the day had already become reality. His prophecy about the end of the world had already become a real threat. His unrealistic dreams from back in the day had already become his work goals and missions that he was about to accomplish. Of the people who had shared the same dreams back in the day, some had left, and some had died on the way. But, even more of them had personally turned their dreams into reality. Since Roland had already fulfilled his promise from back in the day, it didn't matter if he kept anything from them.
"… At the very least, we'll trust him and follow him to the end."
Timlad didn't need to say the decision he made in his heart out loud. Instead, it would become an unreliable vow. The little Timlad from back in the day was now a major character that everyone looked up to. Yet, he still hoped that he and his family would have a decent future. And now, the entire Northlands (Hades) faction was only hoping that the world would be a bit more decent and that the mortals would have a slightly better life.
Currently, the person that Timlad viewed as a prophet was rather vexed.
"No matter what, she's still the Creator Goddess of Creation. She's definitely the System's GM. Can't you make another prophecy? The world's current prophecy is far too far off from the truth. The original prophecy can't even be used as a reference anymore. "
[This means that you've indeed done an excellent job. However, it's impossible to make a second prophecy. Actually, my prophecy is nothing more than a simulation. I borrowed the power of the Creator Goddess to use the dimensional laws of time and space to predict what's going to happen. Such an ability requires a tremendous amount of energy, and there's a limit to how much energy I can use it. It's definitely impossible for me to make another prophecy in the current world. And, you can logically infer that even if I was at my peak, I still wouldn't be able to make another prophecy.]
As expected, my System rejected my prophecy. But when I thought about it carefully, I realized that there was no need for her to lie. What she said was completely logical as well.
"You're good at prophecy, but you can't prophecy yourself? In that case, the limitation is that as long as you do something, the prophecy will be nothing more than nonsense …"
I had a sudden realization. I didn't understand any of the vague prophecies that you were telling me about, but I understood when you explained prophecy as a type of logical deduction based on reality. It was just that your deduction was supported by the dimensional laws of time and space, making it 100% accurate.
Since prophecy was theoretically only a type of prediction of the future, it was completely understandable why Cavendish and I didn't exist in the strategy she gave me back then. She believed that the prophecy was something the Creator Goddess had made, and that the moment she saw the prophecy, the prophecy's original result was changed.
Logically speaking, it was impossible for a prophecy to be completely true to begin with. As long as a prophecy was made and someone saw it, the future would definitely change. That was because a prophecy couldn't possibly include the prophecy itself.
And since prophecy was based on the dimensional laws of time and space, just like a calculator's simulation, the System that made the prophecy was the first variable. I, who knew about the prophecy and changed it, became the second variable. The existences that I changed became the new variable. As more and more variables accumulated, the amount of computing power needed for the prophecy would exponentially increase. Naturally, the cost of making a prophecy would exponentially increase as well. This was also why my System said that a second prophecy was impossible.
In that case, this prophecy could only be used once every few thousand years, when everyone related to the previous prophecy had died. That would be quite useless.
"Tsk, this cheat is only a one-time use, and it's already gone. How useless."
[Be content. Or, do you think that Cavendish's Cynthia is better? That's indeed a cheat in the style of Long Aotian. Do you want to try it?]
Now that I thought about it, killing all my parents, killing all my brothers, destroying all my countries, and killing all the Gods and Buddhas in my way. The greater the hatred, the faster my power level would improve. This was truly the treatment of a Long Aotian main character. But personally, I felt that I should forget about it. It didn't match my style at all.
I shook my head and gave up on the idea of asking my System for a guide. Actually, I hadn't had much hope in the beginning. After all, I hadn't relied on any sort of prophecy to reach my current level.
However, I secretly heaved a sigh of relief. It wasn't that I didn't trust my System. It was that prophecy abilities and fate instinctively made me feel uneasy.
Everything had already been determined. It was as if the prophecy system was denying the efforts of ordinary people. It would be far more realistic to have a super powerful prophecy.
But now wasn't the time to think too much.
My second wave of spells was quite successful. Even though there wasn't an Ice Queen singing "Let it go!" As she danced, I still had enough mana to support me. I also had the help of an ice and snow master, an ice elf, and an Ice Queen's meticulous design. Soon, a beautiful, dreamy ice castle appeared in the world.
This ice castle had a classic elven style. The decorations were extravagantly beautiful. However, the main facilities seemed to be for giants to use. At the very least, the mega catapults on the castle walls were astonishingly powerful. However, even the snow bombs used as ammunition were several meters tall. It was obvious that ordinary humans wouldn't be able to use them.
The ice castle's surface area perfectly covered the expanded Starwood City. The castle walls, which were the main defensive facilities, were more than 70 meters tall. Apart from Titan Giants, no other giant would be able to pass through.
Even if I hadn't been insane enough to add the ability to freeze the city walls, this icy cold city would still be unfriendly to ordinary people. The only thing worth celebrating was that it was currently the middle of summer and autumn, so the temperature wasn't too high.
I had also taken off my fake mustache to disguise myself. Since I had already done so much, there was no longer any need to hide many things. It would be far too rude of me to cover my face when I faced the faint gazes from the south.
"Long time no see. How have you been?"
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