Perhaps using my magic sword from the Northlands was a mistake from the very start.
At the very least, when I chose Cavendish as my opponent, I couldn't hope to see how effective this sword of ice and snow would be.
It was unimaginable that Northlanders wouldn't be able to adapt to the snow, and professional warriors would have to fight in snowy mountains since they were young. Only newcomers from other lands would be allowed to use the excuse of being hindered by the weather as an excuse.
Even though it had been many years since I returned to the Northlands to fight in the snow, I couldn't hope that Cavendish would have forgotten all about fighting in the snow and how to avoid snow disasters.
After all, the deepest memories of knowledge and skills were usually from childhood. What one learned from a young age was no longer just knowledge and skills. It was also the foundational knowledge that formed a person's personality and way of thinking.
Fishermen by the seaside feared the unknown ocean. Old sailors and ship captains were more or less superstitious when faced with the endless sea that was constantly changing.
In the eyes of Aichy's inland residents, Northlanders were taciturn, reckless, and disobedient. They were as sturdy as the glaciers on the tundra, and lacked even more civilization than the barbarians.
Although this was a type of prejudice, in a way, it was a choice for survival.
As a Northlander, one would only encounter bad weather after bad weather, and the lack of resources would bring about all sorts of hardships. The incomprehensible tenacity of one's personality would become a necessary requirement for living in the Northlands.
One couldn't count on the heavens to be kind, because there would always be more bad weather than good weather.
One couldn't rely on luck. The fatal natural conditions would cause everything to rapidly worsen. Little beasts and saplings that were exposed to the elements wouldn't be able to survive more than a single day. Only by constantly thinking and making all preparations would one be able to have a great harvest.
A single accident, a sudden snow disaster, would completely ruin one's plan? A year's worth of hard work would go to waste? Hurry up and get up. Winter was coming. If one didn't prepare enough food for the winter, they would freeze to death. The cruel Northlands wouldn't give one the time to sigh and be depressed.
Was it very negative to think about the worst of everything? When most situations were worsening beyond expectations, this type of negative thinking was a "normal" way of thinking.
Toughness, or the strength to live on regardless of how bad the situation was, might seem pessimistic and rigid in the eyes of outsiders, but it was necessary.
"… Actually, it's all the same. Even if you leave the Northlands, isn't this damned world still cruel and realistic? If you want to live well, no amount of preparation or backup plans will be too much. Only by carefully planning and scheming will you be able to survive."
"Well, the world is just as unpredictable as the blizzard in the Northlands. Misfortune can descend at any moment, so I should just enjoy myself. At the very least, when I die, I'll be able to loudly announce to the world that 'I, Cavendish, have lived a more carefree and happy life than all of you' and 'I've had a lot of fun in my life'."
The same "material", the same environment, and the same location had eventually evolved into two completely different modes of thinking and personalities. Was this a trick of fate? Or was it the choice of the two goddesses? Or was it just a pure … coincidence?
"Roland, your ice and snow are useless against me. Stop, or you will be exhausted to death by this meaningless consumption."
Cavendish's words weren't a lie. He was enjoying this battle, and didn't want to obtain an easy victory because of this reason.
No matter how effective an Earth-type ability was, its consumption would always be the greatest.
Rather than opening the door to the dimensional barrier, Roland was probably more interested in a delightful battle, the crueler the better. This single-celled organism …
"Bastard single-celled organism, others will do anything for the sake of their goal, but you're forgetting your goal for the sake of the means!"
"Others? Are you referring to yourself? Isn't your goal obvious now? Only by killing me will you be able to stop the door to the dimensional barrier, so why are you still hesitating? Bring out all your trump cards! Let me have a good time. "
I confirmed once again that it wasn't that Cavendish didn't have a brain, but rather that he didn't want to use his brain. His natural desire for excitement and pleasure was placed in front of rationality. His rare and excellent logical thinking was all for the sake of that damned idea of "how to have a good time fighting".
"What's the difference between a human's rationality and an animal's?"
Amidst the snowstorm that obscured my vision, the snow mountain was collapsing. Amidst the waves of snow, sound waves became the only weapon I could use in combat.
"You're thinking so much about everything and living in a box. What's the difference between you and a puppet?"
While stalling for time, my useless verbal cannons were also effective. The effects of my magic sword Northlands were now so bad that I couldn't even look at it directly.
"Ah!"
The blood-curdling screams came a little later than the pain in his body.
While the effects of each trial were doubled, the time between each trial would also be doubled. The next trial should be in sixteen minutes.
I couldn't wait any longer.
I could cast Holy Light on myself and use my lifeforce, while Roland could use soul devouring to recover from his injuries. This amount of time would be more than enough for us to fully recover our physical bodies. Only using magic swords to determine victory would require us to accumulate enough trials to instantly kill us. That would still take a long time.
Judging from the current battle situation, Roland had relied on his intuition rather than his thinking to adapt to the ice and snow elves, as well as his health and the new curriculum changes, much better than me. He easily dodged the hailstones and dug holes to avoid the avalanches. His reactions were quite swift. If this continued, it would be a huge loss for him to use a large amount of mana to maintain this world of ice and snow.
Not far away, the altar was now covered in ice and snow. It was unknown whether it was the hailstones or the avalanches, but the Goddess statue on the right side of the altar had already been destroyed. The lower half of the altar was now completely buried in the snow. At the very least, it would be impossible to use the altar before it was repaired.
But, I hadn't worked so hard to maintain this place just to destroy this altar. Otherwise, I would have many more convenient methods to do so.
Even though I clearly noticed that my magic sword Northlands was quite ineffective against Cavendish, I still persisted in maintaining it. This wasn't just to limit his movement radius.
I had already achieved my first goal. In that case, let me try out this new trump card that I had just finished developing. This time, I would truly be using the power of a Creator Goddess.
Cavendish, didn't you want to see my abilities? This attack would probably be more than enough to crush any Main God.
"Rise, Zero's Army."
As I called out in a low voice, the entire frozen land began to tremble. Countless white figures climbed out of the snow. Their bodies were made of ice and snow, but most of them were in the form of ice crystal skeletons.
These existences were clearly the crystallization of ice and snow. However, they didn't have any of the sluggishness and coldness that elemental creatures had. They seemed as if they had just been born and were confused as they crawled on the ground on all fours, just like newborn babies.
But soon, their appearances began to change. Skin of ice and snow began to grow on their skeletons, and their limbs began to evolve into normal standing limbs. It was as if they had completed the evolution from infants to adults, or monkeys to humans, in a short period of time.
"First, the physical body …"
In Aichy's world, ice and snow were probably the farthest thing from life. But in the Hades plane, ice and snow were the foundation of all undead physical bodies. In Aichy's world, ice and snow were equivalent to life.
In my eyes, the Northlands wasn't a forbidden zone for life at all. And now that this magic sword was unsheathed, it meant that my personal domain of life had been opened.
The ice and snow that my magic sword had spread throughout the Northlands had transformed into seeds of life. Numerous ice and snow lifeforms were being born within the seeds. But in order to accomplish this, I had to thank an Undead Emperor who "selflessly" gave me all of her research information — Conservation.
Back in the day, in my personal bug-like world, Conservation, who possessed limitless mana, had shown me something inconceivable — magical bone transformation.
Undead Emperors who didn't have undead creations would be greatly weakened in power. Corpses would forever be a necessary combat resource for undead mages … until Conservation's research results appeared out of nowhere.
She used her mana to create bones that should have originally belonged to life. Then, she treated these "materials" as ordinary bones and used undead magic to control them, creating undead cannon fodder and bone giants.
For Conservation, perhaps this was only a simple trick to save on spellcasting materials and how to collect them. Only she, who had limitless mana, would be able to extravagantly use her mana to create artificial bones. But for me, this was a path to the heavens.
The existence of Hades gave ice and snow elements the ability to transform into living elements under certain conditions. This was the theory behind it.
Artificial bone transformation was a technique that used mana to create bones unique to living creatures. This was the process of transforming mana into living creatures.
After I obtained the theory and technique, all I needed to do was to use my two major tools, "ice magic" and "undead magic", to experiment and refine the technique over and over again. Only then would I be able to create a mature "technique".
The scene before me seemed like the lowest level of elemental creatures. But, this was actually a special ability of the Creator Goddesses — the creation of life.
And, this was only the beginning. This technique was originally only theoretical research. It would be meaningless to create a bunch of babies on the battlefield.
However, due to an unexpected accident, a "kind-hearted person" gave me a "gift of friendship" that made up for what I lacked the most in my technical chain. This instantly made my dragon-slaying techniques abnormally useful … no, abnormally scary.
Yes, it was likely that some people had already guessed that the kind-hearted person I mentioned was none other than the Sky Tower Spirit.
His artificial souls and knowledge transfer technique, along with my own soul splitting technique, finally created an actual Creator Goddess-Level forbidden spell — Roland's Eighth Sin.
Army-level forbidden spells, city-level forbidden spells, country-level forbidden spells, race-level forbidden spells, and God-level forbidden spells. Forbidden spells had simple divisions based on their destructive power and range. If I had to give this forbidden spell a rank, perhaps only a world-level forbidden spell would be more suitable.
Originally, this forbidden spell's intended enemy was multiple Main Gods and endless Chaos Abyss armies. Cavendish, it was only natural that you would die to this forbidden spell!
"Forbidden spell 'Roland's Eighth Sin.' The first part, Zero's march, has ended. The second part … the forbidden fruit of artificial souls, activate."
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