A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 621 How old are you?!

The high priest's body was Hench, but in reality, it was Gregory. He was surrounded not by pure believers, but by the torchbearers of the past, these spellcasters twisted into abominable undead, draped in the embers of the destruction of the Tower of the First Flame, their faces blurred and gray.

When the cold wind blows air into the gaps of the skin, it emits a slight reddish heat, and with the movement of the zombie, it sprays out warm, foul-smelling fluid.

They all possessed trained and developed magical circuits in their lifetimes, making them excellent materials. After being transformed, they became elites comparable to demons, capable of perfectly carrying out the task given by the Mother Goddess—to transform the white bear's remains into their own kind.

However, for Gregory, it was a negative upgrade. His original body, blessed by the Mother Goddess, was already among the top of the divinely favored beings. If he were to undergo a complete transformation, becoming a demigod was not impossible, at least he firmly believed so.

Unfortunately, his success was also due to that kid, and his defeat was also at his hands. A sinister look flashed across Hench's face; he himself would never have made such an expression.

That precious, divinely bestowed body was destroyed by Rorschach, leaving not even a charcoal residue in the high-heat, high-energy environment. Fortunately, he could activate the backup energy source—no, the body itself—Henry, whom he had picked up in Oward.

He was just an ordinary person. Even though he had received military training and been influenced by the power of the Mother Goddess, his foundation was still much weaker. After getting used to his powerful body, Gregory always felt that he could not see clearly, hear clearly, and move slowly and weakly.

Originally, his plan was to control this puppet to operate within the Imperial military or gain the Emperor's trust, since this bastard colonel was deeply favored by the Emperor. However, plans can't keep up with changes. As for why the changes occurred, he first saw Wilhelm II's mocking and suspicious face, then Richard Dahlberg, who shared the same name as Hench. Since he was on the scene, Rorschach was naturally indispensable as well.

Well, it all comes down to him in the end!

Gregory gritted his teeth, fanning the evil, filthy heat, wanting to hasten the Great Mother Goddess's corruption of the divine corpse. When the heavens and earth changed color and the Mother Goddess bestowed her grace once more, he would definitely, absolutely have to eliminate this brat with his own hands.

Rorschach Gregory harbored immense resentment, and this very emotion could fuel further corruption.

As the ceremony reached its most intense moment, the sacred power left behind by the Lord of Order began its final struggle. Whether it was being controlled by its master or instinctively opposed to the power of the Mother Goddess, that power showed a tendency to converge and self-destruct, attempting to completely destroy the legacy of the North Wind God.

Those undead who could cast spells in life and now could unleash filth and destroy miracles moved accordingly. They were summoned and rushed madly toward the tombs on the surrounding rock walls, roughly pulling the paladin's bones out of the coffin and throwing them around the bear god's head.

Above the bear's head, the icy tornado grew stronger, and the broken bones below began to burn like kindling, emitting dark green flames that scorched the skulls. The undead began to tremble with excitement, and finally rushed into the flames until the light was completely consumed.

The snow-white fur was completely separated from the corpse, and a huge, hairless, muscular monster began to move. It opened its mouth, spewing out a putrid stench that everyone wanted to avoid. But Gregory, right before it, seemed to relish it.

The enormous mouth opened towards him, the festering flesh barely restraining the sharp teeth and protruding esophagus.

A normal person would have thought the bear carcass was about to eat, but Gregory believed that He was under the control of the Great Mother and quickly understood her intention. Trembling and bowing in gratitude, He willingly crawled into the foul-smelling mouth with each step and each kowtow.

The beast closed its mouth and made a chewing sound, followed by a roar that wasn't like a bear's. Its cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a chaotic light, and it moved faster.

The cave where He was buried began to collapse, and the eye of the tornado surrounding Him expanded to be as large as the cave. The church that had suppressed Him was long gone, and now it was being shaken off like snowflakes by His exalted body.

A malevolent, unseen creature, with a completely different appearance and will, but which had stolen the divine power of the North Wind Bear, was born.

He let out a second roar, and something shattered instantly.

It was an airship that remained unmoved in the storm stirred up by the gods. The flying ice shards that struck it only created ripples on its shield, but were shattered by the cries of the newly born evil god.

However, it had already sent the signal back to the dwarves, who were using the technology provided by Rorschach. The message was intercepted by the Tower Spirit as it passed through the Tree of Law and, in addition to being sent back to the Confederation's main city, was also transmitted to Rorschach.

"How old are you?" Rorschach quickly reviewed the footage, throwing in a half-breed, foreign fluff that left Delyuaz completely bewildered. He explained, and then a realization dawned on him: "Now I know why the Mother Goddess targeted the North Wind God."

"energy!

"His true ability is not to create extreme cold; that's just the appearance and the result. In reality, he can plunder heat energy! This energy is unaffected by the anti-magic device and cannot be detected by us immediately."

Centered on the Bear God, the polar regions continuously absorb the heat energy of this world. As long as a temperature gradient exists, heat transfer occurs spontaneously. In other words, He does not need to spread His divine power throughout the entire polar region, yet He can still influence the entire north.

By the time the abnormal climate in the northern border of the Empire was discovered, enough energy had accumulated and was transformed and utilized by the Mother Goddess.

As for what to do.

After the roar destroyed the dwarven airship, the corrupted behemoth lowered its head while raising its body. A tremendous force was accumulating, and its decaying muscles could hardly contain it. Just as its entire body was on the verge of collapse, it slammed down its palms, and destruction reverberated and spread across the earth in a supernatural way.

Only after fully mastering this divine corpse did the Annihilation Divine Art, which was equivalent to a super-level magic, officially activate.

The Arcane Elders, completely unaware of this, were still on their way north.

"It's all white. Have we arrived?"

"No." Feuerbach was in charge of opening the portal. "We're still far from the poles, but we can't go any deeper. The closer we get to the poles, the stronger the distorted element becomes. Opening the portal rashly could lead to accidents."

"Alright, where are we?" Christian, the chief of the Thunderstorm Tower, was stationed in the south of Valois and was unfamiliar with everything in the north. Moreover, the land was colorless at this time, making it impossible to discern their location.

"I've been teleported to the capital city of the Dwarven Confederation, a location I'm quite familiar with." Feuerbach frowned. "Most of their capital city is underground, but there should still be buildings on the surface. Is the snow depth already over twenty meters?"

"The dwarven capital city? How big is it?" Some mages immediately became interested.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dangerous, explosive aura swept across the area. If the aura itself was imperceptible, what followed was a violent seismic wave that whipped up a massive wave of snow from north to south, with an overwhelming force that blotted out the sky.

A horizontal wave swept across, followed by a deafening roar that signaled a series of explosions, rockfalls, and building collapses in the main city. The thunderous rumble, seemingly emanating from underground, continued until flames burst through the surface and snow.

The collapse continued to spread until it finally stopped at the horizon. Several spellcasters in the air looked down and saw that there was no intact land left. The deep and wide hole was filled with shattered buildings and crooked furnaces. Molten iron was flowing everywhere, either cooling and being cast into lumps of slag in the ruins, or falling into the depths and merging with the magma.

"That's about the size," Feuerbach replied.

(End of this chapter)