In a sense, the system would rather reveal the identity and arouse my suspicions, but also give a gift that is really expensive.
"The most valuable and troublesome thing in the world is always free... I'm not talking about pyramid schemes and sales scams. Favors, trust, things like this are the most troublesome."
But I, who have always been troublesome and afraid of being indebted to others, have to confess this time, because those "free" creation experiences are too important to my goals, and they are too helpful.
Before, when I created the Eternal Frozen Ground, my ability to create the world generally depended on talent and system plug-ins, and the other half was simply copying.
Its implementers do this. They don't need to know the principles of magic and magic, as long as they follow the existing process step by step. The advantage of this is that the threshold is greatly reduced, but the disadvantage is that it cannot exceed the previous In addition to people, it is more rigid and rigid in actual combat. Once encountering a strategy or trap, the consequence of not being able to adapt to the situation is likely to be death.
The real archmage and high priest often parse the principle. They know the truth and know the reason. They invite small magic to improve and specifically strengthen the original magic, and the mark of a spellcaster's true maturity is still. He can improve and even develop new special magic based on the basic theory and existing conditions.
The four-element seal is undoubtedly the top and initial forbidden spell in this world. At the same time, it controls the four elements to touch and summon the four elements to build a seal. The use of , even if it is a great archmage, not to mention what we need is the "Four Elements Creation" evolved from the "Four Elements Seal".
Originally, even if I had the creation experience of "Eternal Frozen Ground", my highest success rate was not more than 40%.
40% win rate and risk everything? When the success rate of other choices is after the decimal point, and if you do nothing, you will almost die, the success rate of 40% can already make us risk everything.
But with this precious gift of charcoal in the snow, everything is different.
Asteria's gift is a precious memory from the beginning of the creation, and it is the original appearance of this spell. It not only contains the most basic principles of the spell, but also has practical experience and insights. After getting it, I The understanding of this technique has probably surpassed the founder. After all, most of Ashe created the world by instinct, and all I have to do is to use technology to restore everything she uses instinct to do, and to surpass... After all, what we want The creation is not the ordinary living world.
"This...is the land of the dead!"
Under my announcement, with the Plain of Youfeng as the core, the dark world has taken away the existence of light, and on this land, countless obsidian pillars have drilled out of the earth, they are like the black tower The miniaturization of each black column, and at the top of each black column, there is a skull that seems to be laughing wildly.
"This is the kingdom of the dead, and the living stop."
I just vaguely witnessed these stone pillars, and these warning words naturally sounded in everyone's mind. It was not a threat, but a simple statement of facts.
"Go further and you'll never be able to leave."
It was a warning from instinct, as if an invisible dividing line existed there, as long as it was crossed, the soul was destined to stay here.
And if this invisible and invisible instinctual warning can still be ignored as a mistake, the black mist that the obsidian skeletons are spewing out is a real threat.
"poison gas!"
"How is that possible? We (demons) are actually poisoned!"
The black mist first swept the battlefield of the devil and the devil. The monsters from the abyss have become accustomed to the extremely harsh environment. Their resistance to flame, strong acid, and toxin far exceeds that of all races. Divioka's subordinates, the planes they live in are full of poisonous fog and swamps. If they were demons with poor poison tolerance, they would have died in that corner long ago.
The eight-meter-high Violent Sword Flame Demon who was walking in the front happened to be on the edge of a stone pillar. He just smelled the black mist, and suddenly fell down. The moment he fell, his body was immortal. The flames have gone with his life.
The huge gray body and the beheading epee smashed into a deep pit on the ground, but there was no trace of scars on his body, and his hideous face was still full of puzzlement, as if he didn't know why he died.
The next moment, the silver soul came out of the body, and the confused demon soul walked into the obsidian stone pillar so slowly and disappeared without a trace, but the skull on the stone pillar was As if he was full, more black mist spewed out.
The black mist has spread, and with the demonstration of the high-level demon, both the devil and the devil are running wildly to avoid these mists that bring death.
And those undead knights moved faster and faster in the black mist, their bones became thicker, their blades and armor were strengthened by the black mist, and the skeleton horses became more flexible and fast. The blazing fire of the soul is like a living thing.
When the enemy retreated because of fear, how could these death-spreading rangers miss such a good opportunity? They quickly interspersed and divided, and the weapons strengthened by the fog of death could also harvest the demon's soul, as long as the demon that was hit , will lose his soul after falling.
In the face of this strange black fog, even the mighty Ladivioca and his legion began to retreat, and the devils on our side were not far behind. Even with the order of the leader, they still began to retreat, and some He had already looked behind him with hostile eyes, as if he felt that he had become cannon fodder.
"Don't run, don't resist!"
Under my instruction, the Lord of Lies roared, and under his willfulness, the devil Lord Marcin, who was surrounded by black mist, took the initiative to walk into the black mist, and the crazy black mist surrounded him. , in the wailing of pain, a strange transformation took place.
The huge devil lord was half-knelt on the ground, his appearance and body shape were changed in the black mist, the black mist that had wrapped around his body dissipated instead, and the huge body swelled again. Thus was born.
The usual scales and claws of the devil disappeared without a trace. If you only look at the appearance, the smooth and fit body is somewhat similar to that of a human being, but the dark green magic eyes have turned into black pupils, but compared with ordinary giants, The black single horn between the forehead is very eye-catching, and it is also the gathering place of strange energy, and the energy aura entangled in the body is stronger by three points.
"... as ugly as ever."
Yi Mi Siya covered her nose and sneered, but she could vaguely see tears of surprise in the corners of her eyes. How could she not recognize the appearance of Marcin, this brave and ugly man, and when he was still the Gaoshan clan, There is one more corner.
Marcin knelt on the ground, looked at his hands in disbelief, the scars on his face were twitching, and then he raised his head to the sky and let out an amazing roar!
"Ah! Damn abyss! I, Marcin Dipoll, the first general of the Yellow Dragon Tribe, are back!"
Under the witness of angels and demons, the first hell ghost family, the ghost general Marcin, was born.
He slammed into the demon's battle formation, wielding a huge trident, and began wanton killing and revenge, and seeing his change, the ancient demons also hesitated and let the black mist drown them.
And soon, after the painful mourning and tossing, new war ghosts were born from the black fog. The new war ghosts had not had time to digest the extra memory and knowledge in their minds, but they re-entered after being surprised. The battlefield, and this time, the black fog that brought death became their allies.
"Death Qi has finally succeeded."
And at the top of the original black tower, I was relieved to have a bird's-eye view of the whole situation.
This black mist is not a poisonous gas, or even offensive, it is just an appendage of this "planet of the dead", and within the scope of its existence, it is the kingdom of the dead.
It is the supply of the dead. If the living is contaminated with him, it will either be converted into the dead, or, under certain conditions, will be converted into the guardians of the underworld, the ghosts.
In the previous experiment, the sample Death Mist I provided did not convert Marcin, but turned it into a strange appearance shrouded in black mist. Now this complete version of Death Mist has been successfully completed. The transformation from devil to ghost.
Immisya standing beside me was a little moved. A woman's desire to restore her beauty is understandable, but I stopped her. At present, the kingdom of the deceased has not yet been formed. , it takes a lot of money to convert a big devil, and the rest I still use, but I can't waste it.
And among the huge skulls beside me, a bronze warhammer made of flames was burning, but its flames were changing from red to deeper, and part of the extension had turned purple-black.
It is exactly the fire element artifact that Solo took back from the water element plane - the hand of blessing of the primordial flame.
At this time, it is indeed one of the four-element catalysts, which represents a part of the "soul", and is different from the Ashe plane's choice of flame as the symbol and element composition of the soul. In a hell full of the dead, I will naturally let "death" "Become the factor of the soul.
Death is the foundation of hell, the basic condition that all existence must meet.
"In the kingdom of the dead, only the dead exist."
The black tower is one of the pillars of the new plane. He is building the kingdom of the dead, but someone will not watch it happen so smoothly.
When the rules of this face were gradually formed, the wings of light that suddenly descended were already in front of us, the holy light and the ghostly energy collided with each other, the immature black fog of death was directly dispelled, and the angel army entered our sight.
"I've never found this dazzling light so annoying. Iyer, we're under a lot of pressure, hurry up."
But my inquiry was answered in the skull, and the familiar voice sounded in it, still the same unhurried tone.
"Come on, the storm is a little tougher than expected. Hold on, I'll give this side some strength."
And with the response, it was the wild laughter of the skeletons, the fog of death spread wildly, and the angel who rushed forward fell down. This time, the sharp increase of black fog overwhelmed the Holy Light.
Yes, I am the chief designer and mastermind behind this ritual forbidden art of building hell, but I am not capable of providing energy and super-high-level death force.
"Oh, compared to the power of death, there is no original undead in this world. Ayer, the god of death, is stronger and purer."
At this time, inside the skull of the black tower, there is a tall skeleton that is as white as jade, and the endless power of death comes from it.
Yes, this is Ayer's corpse.
Ayer even used his own corpse. It can be said that he sacrificed everything for the success of this hell. When he was far away in Oran, he caressed the crystal skull in his hand and looked through the eyes of the devil. Seeing the transformation of his own clan, while rejoicing, he also increased his investment without hesitation.
But I have the exact same crystal skull in my hand, feeling the powerful death force and Ayer's awareness in it, I know that I can move on to the next stage of the plan.