"The tigers on the mountain haven't eaten humans for a long time, and you think it's time for you to become vegetarians? Young man, this old dog still has some teeth! "
Being ambushed and killed by the Holy Church was within my expectations.
As long as the Holy Church was powerful, and as long as their superior God-level combat strength could enter the world, it would be only natural for them to eliminate an unstable factor like me.
In that case, I would either find a hole to hide in, or I would cut off the filthy hands that reached over and tell them to act within their means.
"You want to kill me? Sure, as long as you pay a sufficient price. "
My Seven Evils Magic Sword should be able to calm down these ordinary Order Gods for a period of time.
So far, apart from the Blade of Law which was still in the blueprints stage, the design concepts and functions of my magic swords had all been revealed. I had also decided on my own combat style.
The very first would be the Ice Magic Sword Northlands. It would create a death arena where only enemies and I would fight in a restricted area in the snow, which I was most skilled at.
And within the restricted area, the Dawn Holy Sword would be effective. Not only would it increase my combat strength, but it would also continuously weaken Chaos creatures. It would be as shameless as tying vampires to the sun.
And if the opponent was undead or demons, the Dawn Holy Sword would also have powerful killing abilities.
But just this alone wouldn't be enough.
Holy Swords were meaningless to the Order Gods, angels, mortals, and other creatures of Order. However, I still chose to create them. That was because in my design concepts, there was a powerful killing weapon that only had souls and could easily slay even Gods — the Seven Evils Magic Sword.
The Seven Evils of the Seven Evils Magic Sword were the seven major negative emotions that humans viewed as the original sins. This was proof that the higher planes viewed the lower planes as imperfect creatures.
The God of Holy Light, who had already transformed into an automaton, and the angels, who were pure killing machines, were the most extreme in this aspect.
"Since you view the negative emotions of mortals as sins, then this sword made purely of the negative emotions of mortals' souls should be called the Seven Evils Magic Sword."
There was no need to explain the theory behind this sword. It was made from a tremendous number of souls. According to my calculations and basic design, it probably didn't need several tens of thousands of souls, but millions or even tens of millions of souls. Not only that, the more pitiful the death and the deeper the souls were, the better the effects would be.
No matter how one looked at it, even in the entire history of necromancy, this magic sword could be considered as the most evil creation.
Once the molding was successful, anyone who was hit, as long as it had a soul, would be instantly destroyed by the massive amount of negative emotions. A body without a soul would be meaningless.
The design concept has already been proven to be feasible. The only thing I've been complaining about is the lack of materials.
Ever since I created the blueprints for the Chaos Abyss, I had been complaining about my lack of materials. I had even considered going to the Undead Planes to rob them. Unfortunately, undead that had lived for far too long didn't have that many negative emotions. The souls of the living that had just died were still the most useful.
If I was forced into a corner, I even had the thought of looking for the inventor of necromancy, the Demon Archduke. If it wasn't for the matter with the elves, I might have already succeeded.
I searched everywhere, but was unable to find all of them. In fact, I couldn't even find a fraction of them. However, the battle of the elves gave me an unexpected harvest.
From a certain standpoint, I had personally benefited the most from the elves' destruction. I had destroyed the demon wave with a single forbidden spell on the battlefield. Even I didn't know how many souls I had managed to collect in the end.
Not only that, the soul shards of the Elven Gods, especially the soul flower that a Main God had shattered at the very last moment, were all precious treasures that would be impossible to collect under normal circumstances.
The soul shards of these God-level existences not only greatly improved the quality of the materials, but the Elven Gods' curses and grudges before their deaths also accidentally infected my magic sword with the "Curse of Godfall", giving it additional offensive power against the Gods. This made me decide to begin molding my magic sword.
The core of my magic sword, Seven Evils, was the soul shard of the Elf Main God Anslo. The process of molding my magic sword was slowly progressing in the shadows.
I didn't take out my Seven Evils sword, which was still in the process of being molded, when faced with the attack of the angel army. I simply opened up the opening where my magic sword was stored, allowing the "materials" to come out by themselves.
If I had really taken out my magic sword, which was still in the process of being molded … then we could take a look at what happened to the small countries that revealed that they were researching nuclear weapons, as well as what the status of the Main Gods would be after they invented nuclear weapons.
"The effect is even better than I expected."
In a way, this was also a test.
Pure creatures of Order would obey the heavens' orders. They would be emotionless and emotionless as their honor and virtue. Their souls would also be quite special, exquisite, and balanced.
Just a few powerful negative souls were already enough to make them unable to withstand it. That Seraphim could be considered a Main God in the upper planes, but even he wasn't able to last for long.
And the Seraphim wasn't even the true enemy of this magic sword …
That's right, it was likely that some people had already guessed that this magic sword's true enemy was the Order Gods!
The Order Gods were combined with their own Divine Concepts. From a certain standpoint, they were existences without any sense of self. They would need to fulfill their Divine Concepts and expand their own "Concepts."
The Concepts represented by Divine Concepts would greatly increase, and the Gods would become even more powerful. For example, the God of War during war, the God of Wisdom during the Renaissance, the God of Rain or the God of the Sea during a downpour.
Their Divine Kingdoms would be their own domains. Their Divine Bodies would be the combination of their souls and Divine Concepts. They would be "Concepts" with their own consciousness. And if too much of their "self" was poured into them … they would probably die in a worse way than Seraphim!
Theoretically speaking, if their Divine Bodies were struck by this magic sword, their originally Order Divine Bodies would naturally be filled with many impurities, which would cause them to lose their internal balance. The Gods didn't have individual souls, so the destruction of their entire Divine Body would be an unsalvageable destruction.
The Godslaying Sword Seven Evils was the true name of this magic sword that I still couldn't say out loud.
As for when it would take form, that would depend on when enough people died … Perhaps I should go sightseeing on the battlefield more often.
The golden Dawn Holy Sword purified Chaos into Order. It was the slayer of demons and undead, the purifier of Chaos.
The black magic sword Seven Evils poured Chaos into Order. It was the slayer of angels and Gods, the destroyer of Order.
Theoretically speaking, as long as I completed these two magic swords, I wouldn't be at too much of a disadvantage against any opponent. Unfortunately, no matter which magic sword it was, it would be far too difficult to deal with.
"Perhaps I should go to the battlefield when I have the time."
…
The death of the Hammer of Glory, Vinton Angola, caused a huge uproar in the entire world.
The Holy Church, which had originally been in high morale with the arrival of reinforcements, instantly went silent as if someone had hit them with a club.
This was understandable. Vinton Angola was a legendary character from the legends, the God of Holy Light's right-hand angel. Every day, people would hear about how powerful he was, how he eliminated evil, and how he killed powerful magical beasts. Everyone wanted nothing more than to accomplish those legendary feats together with him.
However, this undefeatable God of War had mysteriously died in a small alley right after arriving. Not only that, he had been killed while trying to kill someone else, and his opponent wasn't even a God …
Not only was this unacceptable, but it also made people wonder if they had been scammed before. Perhaps their backer wasn't as strong as they had expected. Even someone who had been bragged about as an undefeatable God of War was so weak. Perhaps it was time for them to consider a path of retreat.
The Cardinals of the Holy Church were no idiots. They did their best to keep this information under wraps. Unfortunately, others weren't idiots either. They wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to damage the Holy Church's reputation, especially the fairies, who were becoming increasingly dissatisfied with the Holy Church.
On the afternoon of the second day after Vinton Angola's death, posters that were printed at the last minute were everywhere. Based on the fairies' style, although the titles "Vinton Angola, who felt that he had a great advantage, was killed by a mortal" and "Tragedy. Someone announced that he loved to eat roasted angel wings" were as eye-catching as ever, the content of the posters was as detailed and realistic as ever.
How the angel army blocked Roland's path, how the angels felt that they had a great advantage, and then swarmed him, only to instantly kill him was described in a very realistic manner.
In fact, even the time it took for the battle to end was recorded. The title of "Three-Second Man" would probably make the venerable Vinton Angola so angry that he would come back to life.
Of course, there were also illustrations of the battle. Vinton Angola, who seemed as strong and powerful as a mythical hero, stood next to those piles of flesh. However, his eyes were empty, and his powerful physical body had become nothing more than an empty shell.
How did Roland accomplish this? How did he succeed with such an attack method? If Vinton Angola came to assassinate a certain politician, would that person be able to escape? What sort of attack method could destroy an enemy without harming the physical body? Not to mention, the enemy was an angel, a powerful species with the highest magic resistance in the entire world.
Of course, Roland wouldn't give an explanation. Only an idiot would do something so foolish as to show off his special abilities so that others could find flaws in them.
When this battle report was tossed onto the desks of every country's politician and king, only then did everyone recall that Roland Mist was not only a major arms dealer and diplomat who was skilled at international negotiations and private deals, he had even challenged the entire world by himself and almost defeated a mega-dangerous individual.
And then, the Calamity Rankings were updated, and Roland was now ranked third on the list.
The person ranked second was an old acquaintance of mine, Chaos War God Donatis. During the demon wave, countless individuals had died directly or indirectly to Donatis. And, the person ranked first on the Calamity Rankings was still that existence whose name shouldn't even be mentioned …
By the way, if Donatis was even more dangerous than a Chaos Main God, he must have long since been undefeatable.
It was likely that before news of him leaving the world of Aichy spread, his number one position on the Calamity Rankings wouldn't change.
As for me, after the news spread out, the people around me became much cleaner.
At the very least, any faction or organization that had any intentions of attacking me would now measure their own resources and see if they could truly deal with me, and if they could afford to take my revenge.
And, if I wanted to express goodwill to other factions in the future, it would have much more weight. This was just how realistic the world was. No matter how famous one was or how amazing one's past was, it wouldn't compare to having actual combat achievements right in front of one's eyes.
Perhaps many people felt that after my revival, I was actually much weaker than I was in my lich form. It was likely that all their previous information analysis was now useless.
Another benefit was that I no longer had to hide my whereabouts. I could openly enter cities, stay in inns, or go to restaurants. Nobody would stop me.
Even the Holy Church, which was involved in all this, fell into an abnormal silence. Perhaps they never expected that even though they had sent out their ace, they would be completely annihilated without even causing a ripple.
Unless they sent out the true body of a Mid or Powerful God, I really wouldn't be afraid of them. It was just that I felt rather pained to lose the materials for my magic swords.
But since I had already revealed my true identity as the "Undead Emperor", I no longer avoided anything. I directly traveled through the battlefields of the Holy Church's internal war, driving my ghost carriage through the battlefields and taking away the pitiful souls who died due to the internal war.
It wasn't that no Level 4 individuals noticed me, but since I had no intention of interfering with the battle, most of them pretended that they didn't see anything.
Perhaps my reputation was somewhat tarnished, but I regretted not being able to see anything.
Now that I no longer needed to completely abandon my disguise and hide from people, I could even travel through battlefields of my own volition, which greatly increased my speed.
In less than a week, I took the opportunity to arrive at the Amu Mountains. However, this place was different from the previous internal war. The two sides fighting here were demons, ogres, and humans. It would be far too difficult for anyone to pretend that they didn't see me.
"This time, I should be able to make a mistake …"
After eliminating all the wrong targets, of course I would be able to find the correct target … Although my luck in the lottery was rather frustrating, at the very least, I had obtained the final material for my magic swords. It was now before me for me to truly become a Level 4 individual.
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