A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 620 Long-standing Spiritual Encounters

Delyatz?!

"It's me." Not only did His voice come, but a familiar power also spread over, which Rorschach sensed.

After confirming it was Him, Rorschach quickly asked, "What exactly happened in the Arctic? And what should I do?"

He was currently casting a super-level spell amplified sevenfold, mobilizing a vast and violent amount of energy, leaving no room for error. The north, however, seemed like a bottomless pit, constantly balancing with the heat he was creating, resulting in the temperature not rising as expected. Continuing to invest in this area might temporarily deplete its magical energy.

It was clear that Dryaz had come for some reason; Rorschach desperately needed His information and guidance.

"【World Weaving Technique】is not just about changing the distribution of energy; you can try other methods as well. Also, let me connect to the system."

"Okay," Luo Xia was about to ask how to access the system when he sensed that Dryaz had "come in."

This somewhat embarrassing expression is exactly what it sounds like: Rorschach's physical form has become ethereal, possessing a magical quality—between the material and symbolic realms—allowing him to exert influence more effectively. This also means he has lost the boundaries formed by actual physiological structures like skin and mucous membranes; the entire field connected to and controlled by him can be considered a component of Rorschach.

And so Dryaz intruded into the territory he controlled, and in terms of communication, consciousness, it could even be said, temporarily merged with it.

The energy field immediately stabilized. Moreover, Rorschach was able to perform more precise manipulations on the area covered by the aurora, thanks to Dryaz's experience and divine power, which enabled Rorschach to better execute the [World Weaving Technique].

In an instant, all the wind stopped, and a wind wall rose at the boundary with the poles, blocking the flow of cold air. Thunder and lightning erupted in the sky south of the wind wall, thick arcs of electricity crisscrossing densely between the clouds, and deafening thunder rolled incessantly.

These lightning bolts didn't strike the ground; they simply stretched across the sky, even illuminating the world in place of sunlight and auroras.

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

As air circulation ceased and the rate of heat dissipation decreased sharply, the spell finally took effect, and people on the ground felt the temperature begin to rise slowly.

Moreover, a warm energy permeated the area, as if a second spring had arrived. Animals and plants, whose bodies had been frostbitten by the cold, recovered quickly, and lush greenery unfolded, replacing the endless paleness that had greeted the disaster.

Once the rolling thunder subsided, the North returned from its terrifying near-death state to the vibrant energy of early summer.

However, the root of the problem has not yet been resolved.

Dryaz's voice rang out again: "In the polar regions, at the core of the plane, lies the corpse of a god."

"Just like you?"

"..." Rorschach couldn't imagine what a deer-headed creature would look like rolling its eyes, but what if it was in its older sister form? Anyway, it was speechless for a moment, then quickly said, "Yes, but my past remains were separated from the main world along with the stripping away of the sub-plane, which can be considered a kind of seal. And the polar regions can also be considered its sealing place."

"The divine corpse belongs to the god of the north wind. In the past, wherever He went, the land was inevitably subjected to the biting cold of winter."

"The biggest difference between Him and me is that He really died after the War of the Gods. Considering that His body could still exert influence, the victors of the War of the Gods drove His followers to transfer Him to the underground of the polar regions at the cost of a Redemption Knights order—it was already cold there, so it wouldn't hurt to make it even colder."

"But now things have gone wrong, haven't they?" Rorschach commented. "So, is it that He has risen from the dead, or is something else making Him function?"

"Clearly, you already have the answer in your heart. I think so too—it must have been the Mother Goddess who influenced Him."

"But that doesn't make sense. The authority of the North Wind God is far removed from His own. For Him to seize this lifeless power, He has neither a foundation—either to control the superior position of 'cold' or to have a subordinate authority to guide Him. What does this have to do with the Earth Mother Goddess? And there's no point in annexing it."

"No, if the Earth Mother truly represents the end of all things, then the cooling and annihilation of all realms is also a possible outcome." The mythology of this world, combined with Rorschach's knowledge from his previous life, explained Dryaz's first question: "Then compared to ordinary cold, she must definitely hold a higher level of authority."

"And what is the purpose?"

"I can't speculate any further, but stopping Him is the right thing to do. Ah, and we also need to stop the northward investigation team from venturing further in!" Rorschach exclaimed in surprise. He quickly finished the final touches of his spell.

While communicating with Delyuez's spirit, he was still consolidating the results of the [World Weaving Technique]. If there were no interference from forces further north, once his superior magic was released, the area where it was cast would possess a self-consistent, long-lasting climate system and topography. Even if other regions tried to exchange heat or cold, it would be offset by the special balance mechanism of magic and other energies, until this mechanism gradually collapsed in the symbolic realm.

Unfortunately, now that there is a counteracting factor, Rorschach can only free himself, while the seven machines still need to be fed a large amount of transmutation dust to keep the spell going and to combat the extreme and strange cold winds from north to south.

The polar center.

This is a collapsed cave. On the edge of the cliff, you can still see man-made burial chambers and holy symbols and altars covered by ice and snow. These architectural traces are all remnants of the ancient Church of Order, similar in structure to the catacombs of Valuvana. Inside are the remains of saints who sacrificed themselves here. In life, they were all powerful and steadfast paladins who, by the Lord's command, transferred a dead evil god to the ends of the world.

The site of the suppression was a magnificent cathedral. This was not unusual given the frozen ground, as the builders were dwarves. They had come here at the behest of the paladins and completed all the work, including the resting place of these saints.

The once-miraculous structure was now completely destroyed. A powerful tornado, carrying countless blades of ice and snow, shot into the sky, continuously drawing heat from the outside world and returning it to the frigid atmosphere. The eye of the storm was relatively calm, and there lay the remains of the divine corpse.

His form was that of a giant white bear, tens of meters long. Most of his body was buried deeper, while his enormous bear head was raised, and his thick, frozen fur was peeled off from his brow to his neck exposed on the ground.

The skinner must have been a skilled hunter, meticulously separating the unrotted, merely ashen skin from the other tissues, its edges nailed to the ground of the church ruins. Whether on the exposed inner dermis, the skull, or the muscles, there were blasphemous incantations written in blood.

"Praise the great Mother with your soul! The restrictions placed on this bear by the false god of order are weakening; we will soon be able to sacrifice it to Mother Earth! What offering could be more precious than a divine one?"

The gray-robed man shouted in unison, and the choir beside him, also members of the skinning gang, began chanting the incantations painted on the bear's head. Using a vocal style passed down through generations in the North, they produced eerie, low, and penetrating chants, burning their own souls in the process.

The gray-robed man who presided over the entire ceremony carried the ashes of the primordial fire extinguished by the Mother Goddess and walked step by step toward the bear's forehead, where there was a deep crack that reached the bone, and sacred golden fire still burned around and inside the crack.

The ash in his hands had been contaminated into a viscous liquid, which he poured out onto the wounds of the North Wind God, forcefully extinguishing the restrictions imposed by the God of Light and Order. In an instant, the blizzard intensified several times over, the blasphemous incantations hissing and rising with eerie smoke, corroding and imprinting themselves on the Bear God's fascia, skull, and muscles.

The hood was lifted by billowing smoke, revealing Richard Hench's face, but with Gregory's sinister, fanatical smile.

(End of this chapter)