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Chapter 444: Hell Devils
Translator: imperfectluck Editor: Pranav
That the System insisted on giving me presents despite the risk that she would expose her identity and rouse my suspicions meant they were very important .
"The most expensive and troublesome things in the world are those that come for free—no, I'm not talking about multi-level marketing or scams . Favors, trust and so on are the biggest headaches to deal with . "
But despite the fact that I hated owing favors—especially troublesome ones—I had to admit that this time I owed my System . The "free" experience about creating the world I had received was far too important and a tremendous help .
Previously, when I had created Frigidwinter Earth, my ability to create a world relied on my talent as well as the System's cheat-like assistance . Even more of world creation was simply copying . All I had to do was imitate what Eich had done back in the day .
Actually, that was how mages did things . They didn't need to understand the foundational workings behind magic or Divine Arts . They only needed to follow established processes, the advantage of which was that it was far easier to learn such spells . However, the disadvantages were that they would be unable to surpass their predecessors, and the most critical drawback was that these mages would become inflexible and rigid during practical combat . If they were targeted or fell into a trap without being able to adapt, they'd likely meet death in the face .
True archmages and archpriests would analyze the foundational workings of their spells . They would understand the true reason why everything worked . They would be capable of casting magic with a flick of their fingers and modify and strengthen existing forms of magic . And the true indication that a mage was mature was if he or she was capable of using theories and current conditions to improve or even invent new and specialized types of magic .
Without a doubt, of all forbidden spells the Seal of the Four Elements was the first and of the highest-level . Simultaneously controlling the four elements to create such a powerful seal had demanding requirements . For one to simply copy the method one had to be an incredible archmage, so let's not mention modifying and improving the Seal of the Four Elements . It would be even more impossible when we needed the evolved form of the Seal of the Four Elements: Creation via the four elements .
Originally, even with my Creation experience from Frigidwinter Earth, my most optimistic guess put us at a forty percent chance of success . Even if I succeeded by coincidence, my new world would be an incomplete product with deficiencies…
I was gambling everything on a forty percent probability, you ask? Well, the success rates of every other path I thought of went no higher than 0 . 01%, and doing nothing at all was the equivalent of waiting for death . A forty percent success rate was more than enough for us to gamble everything .
However, everything changed after I received this unexpected gift of the knowledge of Creation .
Astrya's gift was her memory of the very beginning of the world's creation . This was the original form of how to Create using the four elements . Not only did I obtain the most foundational knowledge of using such a magic spell, I also gained experience and knowledge on how to actually do so . After obtaining this gift, I probably surpassed even the Goddess of Creation herself in understanding how to Create because Eich had created the world mostly through her instincts, while I needed to use techniques to reproduce and surpass everything she did…
Why? Because what we intended to create was no ordinary world for the living .
"This place… shall be a country for the dead!"
With my proclamation, a pitch-black world stole away the existence of light with the Ghostwind Plains as its core . On this patch of land, obsidian pillars rose from the ground, like smaller versions of the tremendous black tower . A seemingly maniacally laughing skeleton head was at the top of each black pillar .
"This is a country for the dead . The living should stay away . "
Just by faintly observing these pillars a warning sounded in everyone's minds . This was no threat . It was simply a statement of fact .
"Take one step within, and you'll never be able to leave . "
This was an instinctive warning, as if an invisible border was present, where crossing it meant one's soul would forever be destined to stay behind .
If some still decided to treat this invisible, instinctive warning as a mistaken impression, then they would be greeted with the black mist these obsidian skeletons were spitting out .
"Poison!"
"How is this possible? How can we demons succumb to poison!?"
The black mist first swept over the location where the demons and devils were battling . These demons from the Chaos Abyss had long since gotten accustomed to the most extreme of environments . Their resistance to fire, acid and poison far surpassed any other species out there . As these demons were subordinates under Ladvioka, the Lord of Putrefaction, they lived in dimensions filled with toxic mist and poisonous swamps . Those with slightly low poison resistance would have long since died off .
An eight-meter-tall Burst Sword Inferno demon walking at the forefront was right next to one of the obsidian pillars that appeared . The moment he inhaled the black mist, he collapsed . And the moment he collapsed, the eternal flames on his body spluttered out, together with his lost life .
His massive gray body and greatsword crashed into the ground, leaving a deep pit behind . Yet there wasn't a single visible injury on his body . His vicious face still had a confused expression, as if he didn't understand why he had died .
The next instant, a silver soul walked out of his body and disappeared into the black obsidian pillar, still with that confused expression . Then, as if the skeleton head on the obsidian pillar had eaten its full, it spewed out even more black mist .
The mist had begun to spread all around . Thanks to the example of this high-level demon, both demons and devils fled in all directions to avoid this death-bringing mist .
Meanwhile, through this black mist, the undead knights were beginning to increase the force of their charge . Their bones became thicker and stronger, their weapons and armor strengthened by the black mist, their skeletal warhorses faster and more agile . Soulfire flickered in the undead knights,' living, breathing and hungry .
When their enemies were retreating in fear, how could these undead knights, accustomed to spreading death, possibly miss this opportunity? They swiftly pierced and cut with their strengthened weapons that were capable of harvesting even the demons' souls . Any demon sliced by these weapons would collapse and lose their souls .
When faced with this abnormal black mist, even the powerful Ladvioka and his army began retreating . The devils on our side were no different, however . Despite their leader's commands, they began to retreat as well . In fact, some devils were even looking over with enmity in their eyes . It appeared they felt that I was using them as cannon fodder .
"Don't run! Don't resist!"
At my request, the Lord of Lies roared at his subordinates . With his command, Devil Lord Marshan, who had been near a patch of black mist, walked into it of his own volition . As black mist swirled furiously around him, he howled in pain, and a miraculous change occurred .
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