The Haletdam generation could be said to be the standard of civilization in the world of Aichy. If it wasn't for the fact that they had gone too far into the forbidden domain and were destroyed by the Gods of the time, the elves, beastmen, and future humans wouldn't have been able to survive.
The Haletdam generation was the three greatest creations of the Haletdam generation that they were proud of. They were also the foundational reason for their destruction. The most foundational and core of these three creations was the artificial soul.
Creating a soul from scratch wasn't only a Creator Goddess' level of power, it even surpassed the limits of the Order and Chaos Goddesses. Perhaps only Aichy had such a power.
"… The second part of the forbidden spell, the forbidden fruit of creating artificial souls."
A pitch-black shortsword traversed the distance of space and time as it responded to its master's summons. The moment that this shortsword that had absorbed countless souls appeared here, the surrounding snow was instantly tainted black by the undead.
"Seven Sins of the Demonic Sword."
It had just harvested countless lives on the battlefield. Right now, its existence here was like the gates of hell had been opened, and countless souls were pouring out.
"Seeking for endless knowledge and truth and mastering the Gods' secrets is a taboo even for intelligent creatures to play with fire, even though it's an instinctive desire for knowledge. When humans finally believe that they've surpassed the limits of the Creator Goddesses, they will naturally try to obtain the Creator Goddess' authority … and in Aichy, this is the equivalent of suicide. "
My understanding of human nature had long since become a philosophical one. Everyone had their own way of thinking, and there was no right or wrong to begin with.
I had always believed that the Seven Sins, which were originally viewed as the source of all human evil, were also, in a way, the driving force behind the progress of all living creatures and even society. This Eighth Sin was the same.
Since it involved the source of the soul, the Haletdam generation was in danger of the River Styx's Cycle of Reincarnation. However, the Haletdam generation's research results were left behind in this world.
"Spell model complete. Artificial soul template complete …"
Although the Haletdam generation's technology was amazing and could create artificial souls from living creatures, I had to say that while they were quite good in terms of theory and technology, they were incredibly weak in terms of application!
Creating an artificial soul with a certain amount of knowledge and self-awareness just to be used as a labor and computing machine was an incredibly foolish waste of resources.
As for me, I immediately discovered the frightening combat potential of transforming magic into living beings and creating artificial souls when I got my hands on these two major technologies.
"Isn't this … a magical version of a clone army?"
From a certain point of view, when magic and science reached the extreme, they would actually involve the essence of life and the soul. It could be said that they reached the same goal through different means.
Because of the overwhelming advantage of the magic civilization in soul studies, such "replicas" were essentially more similar to the originals.
Aichy, all power originates from the soul. If souls can be customized, can powerhouses be mass-produced?
Lack of combat experience and killing techniques? Couldn't she just use necromancy to copy memories? And Harloys was an expert among experts in this field. Her soul book was not only capable of copying memories, it was also capable of copying one's personality and sense of self.
Artificial souls have a limited capacity? In that case, the soul splitting technology used to create the Seven Deadly Sins would be useful. Cutting the soul fragments of a powerful "mother" and using them to create the soul seed of a duplicate was a mature technology used to create super undead creatures.
In order to maintain the liveliness and completeness of the souls, I even used the method of splitting and duplicating the Soul Book that I obtained from Harloys. Every single soul was a page of that book.
Lack of a corresponding physical body? This was the Creator Goddess's ability to control the miracle of life. Conservation and I had combined everything together to create a temporary life out of ice and snow. This would break through all limits.
Insufficient mana? The super classic version of Olivia's Magic Box was a super rare item that could supply the defense of an entire city's mage tower. That was 50 mana pools worth of mana.
Although it was possible in theory, there were too many accidents that could happen. Too much technology was lacking, and the success rate would be too low? Indeed, it would be nearly impossible to turn these scattered pieces of technology into gears that worked together to propel the usage of the entire forbidden spell. However, in this world, there were special weapons that could turn the impossible probability of success into something that was certain.
"… Soul World Northlands stabilized. Creation of 'Roland' physical body has been completed. Beginning to inject artificial souls …"
Even in this Soul World of ice and snow, each of these artificial souls only had about 60% to 70% of my strength.
Every single soul was an artificial soul created out of my soul shards and living soul materials. Perhaps their intelligence wasn't perfect, and they had almost no emotions, but their killing techniques and combat experience were at least 60% to 70% of my own.
Numerous skeletons of ice and snow completed their evolution in front of me. These skeletons were covered in flesh and blood, as well as armor made of ice and snow. They even picked up swords made of ice and snow.
However, their familiar faces and lifeless eyes made me shiver from the bottom of my heart.
One Roland, two Rolands, three Rolands … Fine then, countless Rolands.
Harloys, Roland, and Conservation were three top-level existences in the field of soul science. They combined their research results with the most precious technological treasures from the Haletdam generation to create this unstoppable miracle.
"… Cavendish, if you can last for five minutes against this army of 1342 'Rolands,' then even if I … I'll still win. So what if you can last for five minutes? You'll still die after ten minutes."
Cavendish didn't even bother to respond to me. The endless "army of powerful individuals" before him caused him to laugh maniacally while trembling. He had pointlessly started a one-versus-one battle.
I heaved a sigh of relief at Cavendish's insanity. The result of cutting my soul too much was that my vision was now hazy, and my head was aching so much that I couldn't feel anything. Not only was my mana source being destroyed, but my life force was also being destroyed.
This combination forbidden spell had far surpassed the limits of any individual mage. While I obtained unstoppable combat strength, my physical body and soul were also beginning to collapse.
That's right, what I had just said to Cavendish was a lie. I had never lied in my entire life precisely so that I could lie to him at a time like this.
As expected, Cavendish had fallen for my trap. If he tried to stall for time and run away, I would definitely be the one who couldn't take it anymore. And since I said that, he definitely wouldn't run away.
How long could I last? The next second? The next minute? The next Judgement?
How long could he last? No matter what trump card he had, I felt that it wouldn't be any better than this.
Would he die first, or would I kill myself first …? This was truly interesting.
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