Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 620: Long-standing friendship
Dryarts?!
"It's me." Not only did His voice come, but also a familiar power spread over and was sensed by Rorschach.

After confirming that it was him, Rorschach quickly asked: "What happened in the polar region? And what should I do?"

He was now casting a super-class magic that magnified seven times, mobilizing huge and violent energy, and could not afford to make mistakes. And now the north was like a bottomless pit, always balancing the heat he created, and the result was that the temperature did not rise as expected. If he continued to invest, the magic power of this area might be temporarily exhausted.

Apparently Dryaz came here for some reason, and Rorschach urgently needed his information and guidance.

"[World Weaving Technique] does more than just change the distribution of energy. You can also try other methods. Let me access the system at the same time."

"Okay." Rorschach was about to ask how to connect when he felt Dryarts "coming in."

This somewhat embarrassing expression is literal, because Rorschach's entity at this time is virtualized and becomes a kind of magic-between the material world and the symbolic world, so as to better exert influence. This also loses the boundaries formed by the actual physiological structure such as skin-mucous membrane, and the entire field related to him and controlled by him can be said to be a part of Rorschach.

And Dryaz broke into the area he controlled and communicated with his consciousness, and it could even be said that they temporarily merged together.

The energy field immediately stabilized. Not only that, Rorschach was able to perform more detailed operations on the area covered by the aurora. It was Dryats who used his experience and divine power to support Rorschach in better performing the [World Weaving Technique].

All of a sudden, all the winds stopped, and a wall of wind stood up at the border with the polar region, isolating the flow of cold air. Lightning and thunder suddenly appeared in the sky south of the wind wall, thick arcs of electricity flowed densely among the clouds, and deafening thunder rolled non-stop.

These lightning bolts did not strike the ground; they just stretched in the air, even replacing the sunlight and aurora to illuminate the sky and earth.

His goal was to change the composition of the atmosphere and quickly construct a "greenhouse" under windless conditions.

As the air no longer circulated on a large scale and the rate at which heat dissipated dropped sharply, the spell finally took effect and people on the ground felt the temperature begin to slowly rise.

Not only that, a warm energy was rippling through the area, as if the second spring of the year had arrived. The bodies of animals and plants that had been frostbitten by the frost quickly recovered, and lush green spread out, replacing the endless paleness when the disaster struck.

When the rolling thunder subsided, the North recovered from the horror of being close to the forbidden zone of life and returned to the vitality it should have in summer.

However, the source of the problem has not been solved.

Dryats' voice sounded again: "In the polar region, there is a divine corpse in the core area of ​​the plane."

"Like you?"

"." Rorschach couldn't imagine a deer head rolling its eyes, but what if He was in the form of a big sister? Anyway, He was speechless for a moment, and then quickly said: "Yes, but my past remains were separated from the main world along with the peeling of the secondary plane, which can be regarded as a disguised seal. And the polar region can be regarded as His sealed place.

"The corpse belongs to the God of the North Wind. In the past, wherever he went, there would be bitter winter cold.

"And the biggest difference between Him and me is that He is indeed dead after the God War. Considering that His corpse can still exert influence, the victorious side of the God War drove His believers to transfer Him to the underground of the polar regions at the cost of a Knights of Redemption - it's already very cold there, so it doesn't matter if it gets even colder."

"But now it's amiss, isn't it?" Rorschach commented, "So is it that He is faking His death, or is there something else that is causing Him to work?" "Obviously you already have the answer in your mind. I think so too - it should be that the Mother Goddess infected Him.

"But this doesn't make sense. The authority of the God of the North Wind is far from his. He has no foundation to swallow up this dead power. He must either control the higher power of 'cold' or have the authority of a lower power to guide him. What does this have to do with the Mother Goddess of the Earth? And there is no point in swallowing up this dead power."

"No, if the Earth Mother Goddess really represents the end of all things, then the cooling and extinction of all worlds is also a possible ending." The mythology of this world combined with Rorschach's knowledge from his previous life explained Dryats's first puzzlement: "Then compared to ordinary ice cold, He definitely has a higher level of authority."

"What's the purpose?"

".I can't continue to speculate, but it's right to stop Him. Ah, and stop the investigation team heading north from going any further!" Rorschach was shocked. He quickly finished the spell.

While communicating with the soul of Dryuyats, he was still consolidating the results of the [World Weaving Technique]. If there was no interference from the forces further north, then once his super-class magic was released, the place where the magic was cast would have a self-consistent, long-lasting climate system and landforms. Even if there was an exchange of heat and cold from other areas, it would be offset by the special balance mechanism of magic and other energies until this mechanism gradually collapsed in the symbolic world.

Unfortunately, now that there are countervailing factors, Rorschach can only free himself, and the seven machines still need to be fed with a large amount of transmutation dust to keep the entire spell going to fight against the extreme and strange cold wind from north to south.

Polar Center.

This is a collapsed cave, and on the edge of the cliff you can see man-made tombs, holy emblems and altars covered with ice and snow. The above architectural traces are all relics of the ancient Church of Order, similar to the structure of the Valuana Catacombs, and the saints who sacrificed here are placed inside. They were all powerful and firm-hearted paladins who were ordered by the Lord to transfer a dead evil god to the end of the world.

The place of repression was a magnificent cathedral. It was not surprising that it was under the frozen ground, because the contractor was the dwarves. They came here at the behest of the paladins and completed all the works, including the resting place of these saints.

The miraculous building was completely destroyed, and a powerful tornado with countless ice and snow blades rose into the sky, continuously coming out to absorb heat and return it to the world. The eye of the storm was relatively calm, and it was where the corpse of the god was.

It was a giant white bear, several dozen meters long. Most of its body was buried deeper, and its huge bear head was lifted up, with its thick, frozen fur peeled off from its forehead to its neck exposed on the ground.

The skinner must have been a skilled hunter, as he separated the gray, unrotten skin membrane intact from the other tissues, and nailed the edges to the ground of the church ruins. Whether it was the inside of the exposed dermis, the top of the head, or the muscles, there were blasphemous spells written in blood.

"Praise the great mother with your soul! The restrictions that the false god of order has placed on this bear are getting weaker and weaker. We will soon be able to sacrifice it to Mother Earth! Is there any more noble sacrifice than the gods?"

The grey-robed man shouted in unison, and the choir around him, also a group of skinning gang members, began to chant the spell painted on the bear's head. They used the vocalization method passed down from generation to generation in the North, making strange, low, and penetrating chanting sounds, burning their own souls.

The gray-robed man who presided over the entire ceremony held the ashes of the primordial fire that was extinguished by the Mother Goddess, and walked step by step towards the center of the bear's brow, where there was a crack deep enough to break the bone, and the sacred golden fire was still burning around and inside the crack.

The ash in his hands had been contaminated into a sticky liquid, and he opened his hands and poured it on the wound of the God of the North Wind, extinguishing the restriction of the God of Light and Order. In an instant, the ice storm became several times stronger, and the blasphemous spells made crackling sounds and emitted creepy smoke. These spells corroded and engraved on the fascia, skull and texture of the bear god.

The hood was lifted by the rising smoke, and it was Richard Hench's face, but with Gregory's sinister and fanatical smile.

(End of this chapter)