At this time, the Holy Warrior had not yet had time to put the Holy Wrath he had just obtained into the dimensional bag. The long sword in his hand seemed to sense something and immediately sprayed out several destructive arcs of electricity, bombarding the samurai sword in Yin's hand.

The Heavenly Holy Fury in Yin's hand was not to be outdone. From the tiny gap in the scabbard, some bright red lightning sparks and explosive sounds spurted out, firmly blocking the electric arc outside.

Amidst the deafening roar of thunder, the two swords of divine anger clashed with each other in equal measure.

At this moment, Apodel could already hear the roar of the enraged Dragon Soul of the Celestial Saint in his mind: "—Another me... How could there be another me in this world?! That woman didn't have that messed-up imitation in her hand..."

“That’s the real other me!!!!!!!”

Author's words: Author's note: I saw a discussion on this thread, so I'll post here some settings that the protagonist cannot discover in a short time.

In this book (emphasis added), this weapon bisection spell consumes things like [Impression] and [Inspiration]. Just like people on forums sometimes say, they wish they could erase their memories of a certain anime or movie and rewatch it. Because first impressions are always the strongest. Even if a work becomes your favorite, the most powerful impact is still that first impression.

The two-pronged weapon technique utilizes this first impression. After you use one weapon, your impression of it is no longer strong enough to use it a second time.

Likewise, I've included a hidden setting in this book: You can use memory modification or something like that to erase the memory of this weapon, which will rekindle the memory. However, since Mr. Emiya is very intelligent, you'll need to make him completely forget about this weapon. This can't be achieved by modifying a small part of his memory. Perhaps a ninth-level spell can achieve this accurately.

The Blood of Eighty-Nine Murders (I)

The battle between the two Celestial Wraths didn't last long. After all, Divide Weapon was only a sixth-level spell. Being able to replicate another powerful weapon and the skills behind it was already a remarkable creation that was enough to shock everyone. Therefore, the duration of this spell was almost certainly short.

However, what really shocked Apodel was that the wrath of the Heavenly Saint that gradually dissipated in the air was actually the one in his own hand.

The Heavenly Saint's Wrath that righteously denounces other original bodies is a replica, a creation that is divided into two weapons.

"Perhaps that's why it's so angry." Silver poked the authentic Heavenly Saint Fury in his hand, but the irascible weapon didn't respond. "The real authentic one has been scolding us all night, and now it doesn't want to say anything anymore."

This magical weapon only favors masters who break the rules and act without restraint. It seeks to cause destruction, and whether it is used for good or evil is not its concern.

It was already several dozen minutes later. Although Emiya and Yin hadn't slept all night, they managed to pull themselves together and write a report on their struggles last night.

The best way to verify his results is naturally sparring.

"—In short, I succeeded."

At this moment, Emiya pursed her lips and gripped the hilt of the knife.

However, the Heavenly Holy Fury in his hand did not emit arcs of electricity.

This was one of the signs of the spell's success—the person holding the long sword appeared to be Emilia herself, but in reality, it was considered to be held by the sword's previous owner. Therefore, even if the Celestial Wrath and Emilia were not compatible, Emilia would not have been accepted by Celestial Wrath.

He held the sheath in his left hand and the hilt of the sword in his right hand, took two steps apart, and made an Iai stance.

This world might have some potential connection with Earth—just as West Ferran is somewhat similar to Europe, this knife has a distinct East Asian style, and even the technology is quite similar.

Emiya was somewhat self-aware of his swordsmanship—no matter how much he praised it, he could only barely get started. After five years of being a bookworm, his skills had completely fallen by the wayside. If he were to wield a sword himself, he wouldn't be much better than using a stick.

But now, he exudes a majestic aura from head to toe.

The previous owner's swordsmanship and physical fitness were completely inherited by Emiya.

Legs apart, body posture natural, the perfect position for exerting force. Like a compressed spring, all the strength in the body is eager to be released.

Apodel stood across from Emia. The old paladin narrowed his eyes slightly, his body tense, and he held an ordinary longsword in front of him, protecting the centerline. The Holy Avenger was placed at his side. "Very good...very good. I almost don't remember the last wielder of this katana. But the aura you exuded when you gripped the hilt immediately awakened my memory..."

The paladin sighed, "Although I have repeatedly raised my opinion of you, you are more gifted than I imagined..."

"I rely on everyone's help." Emiya said calmly, leaning forward slightly. "Then you should know how the owner of this weapon is accustomed to fighting."

"Of course I know." Apodel smiled and glanced around to confirm that Silver, Mars, and especially Sig had all put on earplugs and covered their ears tightly.

The moment Apodel turned his head, the Holy Wrath was unsheathed.

As soon as the blade left the scabbard, a deafening thunder roared, as if a thunderbolt was falling just a few feet away. In an instant, even the tiny dust particles in the entire room began to sway, and the explosion-like sound waves had already traveled back and forth several times in the wizard tower in an instant.

The most iconic feature of this knife is the roaring sound it makes when it is unsheathed.

It's not deafening in a metaphorical or exaggerated sense, but it can destroy the hearing of surrounding enemies in the moment it is unsheathed.

It's not a trick like rubbing the blade against the scabbard, but the dragon soul residing in the blade is roaring!

The blade passed through the air, easily drawing out azure lightning and slashing towards Apodel's neck.

At this moment, Apodale laughed loudly: "--Back then, that guy suddenly drew his knife when he was going down the stairs!"

The sound was drowned out by the roar of thunder, but the sword's edge did not slow down even a little bit because of the noise.

As if he could predict the trajectory of the samurai sword, Apodel suddenly took a step back, slightly diverted the direction of the slash of the Holy Wrath with his long sword, and then immediately went straight up without mercy.

But the wrath of the Heavenly Saint has no guard.

Emilia had no choice but to try to deflect the sword upwards, but this seemingly ordinary sword was as heavy as a mountain. Even though he gritted his teeth, he could only barely make the sword miss the vital parts of the body.

It wasn't obvious that he was testing the sword with Apodel. The fact that the sword had fallen into Apodel's hands was proof that the original owner a hundred years ago was no match for the paladin. As time passed, the gap between the two would only widen.

The initial attack failed. Even more fatally, the duration of this spell was not very long.

Just as Emiya was about to adjust her stance and counterattack, the Heavenly Wrath in her hand suddenly vanished like smoke. Her rich combat experience suddenly vanished from her body, and her once swift steps suddenly became distorted. Emiya almost fell to the ground.

Apodel looked quite predictable. "It's similar to many strengthening spells. You have to anticipate the physical changes that will occur when the spell is lifted... but just talking won't help."

At this point, Apodel sighed deeply. "If you had just used a normal Tamsen Transfiguration, you wouldn't have been a match for me. You simply didn't gain an advantage in the first round. The potential of this spell is truly unfathomable."

"...Of course, what's even more terrifying is that you and Yin were able to complete the task in such a short time."

At this point, Apodale looked around at the four-member team in the room and couldn't help but cover his face: "...How did you four weirdos get together in just one month?!"

Emiya adjusted her breathing, stood up again, and adjusted to her increasingly heavy body: "I think if I change my weapon, maybe I can still--"

At present, the most important trump cards in his arsenal are naturally the Dancing Sword given by Gond and the Holy Avenger of Apodel.

A flying sword wielded by the incarnation of a god is naturally invincible, and the strongest holy warrior on the continent will naturally not be defeated by it easily.

"Stop! Put away your competitive spirit!" Apodel's face turned slightly pale. "I don't want to fight myself. Besides, since each weapon can only be copied once, let's save it for the crucial moment."

At this point, the old paladin sighed, "Looking back, I'm somewhat lucky—Casomir isn't indestructible. If something were to happen to Casomir, my combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced. Who knows, my life would be in your hands."

Mars snorted indifferently: "Yes, your students can only inherit your legacy. To save their lives, they still need to be masters."

"boom!"

The young paladin was hit on the forehead by his teacher without mercy.

However, Emiya glanced at Yin, who was a little listless due to fatigue.

For some reason, he believed that even though the threshold of this spell was ridiculously high, Yin had definitely learned it completely.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door of the Mage Tower's living room. "Mr. Apodale, are you in the living room? There are guests visiting, and I'd like to inform the hostess."

"Lorian?" Apodale asked.

"It's me." The shapeshifting maid outside the door answered.

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Encountering this kind of situation, the two Aimons had to get up quickly even though they were reluctant.

And this was actually the first time that Team Emia saw Imoen in person.

—There was indeed no difference between the original and the simulacrum. Even their expressions were the same in front of Apodale. Not even twins could be so alike.

However, the original's attire was clearly deliberately skewed towards mystery and luxury, while the simulacrum's attire was more like that of an adventurer seeking to make a fortune.

When they saw Emia's team, the two Imoens showed no sign of embarrassment at all, and they winked at Emia and the others at the same time.

At this time, the one who was most dissatisfied was Sig.

She had actually spent quite a bit of time with Imoen—but for all those years, she hadn't even known Imoen was the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate! She had originally put the matter aside, but when she saw Imoen's true form appear before her, she couldn't help but get angry again.

"Don't look at me like that." Imoen looked at Sigg, who was so angry that he was like a ball, and shook his finger with a smile. "If you had spent more time on things other than money and music, you would have discovered this a long time ago."

"Humph!"

Lorien, on the other hand, seemed to be accustomed to this sort of thing. At least she reported it step by step, "Miss Imoen, there was a big problem with today's Council of Four."

Imoen suddenly became serious. "Why? Besides Grand Duke Valakan's refusal to attend, is there any other problem?"

"Yes. Grand Duke Valakan announced in advance that he would not be present," Lorian replied. "Grand Duke Silver Shield sent his eldest son to deliver a message that a highly respected elder of the Silver Shield family is critically ill, so Grand Duke Silver Shield chose to remain at home and will not attend today's meeting. Oh, and by the way, the Silver Shield family will no longer purchase the Fountain of Youth."

"..." Imoen thought for a moment, then froze. "Then I'm the only one who might be at the Council of Four today?! The Council of Four at Baldur's Gate finally has a day to have their say? According to tradition, today is the day to read out the list of candidates, and then the election of the Grand Duke will begin!"

This dilemma troubled Imoen. "According to the habits of Grand Duke Violet, whom I play, I probably won't join in the fun and will simply postpone the Council of Four..."

Emiya was a little drowsy from exhaustion at the moment, and asked casually, "Then can't today's four-person meeting be postponed?"

Faced with this question, the two Aimons answered in unison: "No! Only today, I must go!"

Mars thought for a moment and stood up suddenly: "Miss Imoen! Are you really planning to let Mr. Apodel be the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate?!"

Apodel reacted and immediately raised his voice: "Imoen! You didn't do anything stupid, did you?!"

Imoen retorted without hesitation, "No! No deal, no betrayal, just going with the flow! The recent events at Baldur's Gate were completely beyond my expectations! However, since you've been on the Grand Duke's list by chance, I can't let this opportunity slip away!"

Clearly, she had been mulling over this for a long time, as she continued, "There's never been a precedent of two Grand Dukes being husband and wife, so I intend to maintain my current identities. As for today's matter, I can ask the Grand Duke of Silver Shield for a fee to attend alone, which will eliminate any possible suspicions. In short, I've made up my mind!"

Apodale took a deep breath and said, "I don't understand why you do this!"

Imoen shouted, "Because I don't think the two of us are strong enough! Fighting alone, we're always outnumbered and face danger every time. What if Death comes tomorrow, or even today?!"

"If you die first, I will leave with you. What's there to be afraid of?!" Apodel had no intention of showing weakness.

The simulacrum said angrily: "I don't care what you will choose after I die, I just want you to live!"

Just as the argument was about to turn from logical reasoning to an emotional outburst, Apodale deflated, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "The Silver Shield family still hopes that I will attend their 300th anniversary celebration tonight. To bid farewell to their elders, they plan to expand the scale of the banquet—and I will be their most honored guest."

Imoen was silent for a moment, then said, "We just had a falling out with Grand Duke Valakan yesterday, and now you're even going to do this... If you want to go, you must be fully armed. Don't say anything stupid like you can't bring weapons to a banquet."

"Okay, if they don't agree, then I can just refuse." Apodale paused and sighed, "...They actually agreed. They seem very sincere."

"I hope so." Imoen hummed softly, "It's a good opportunity to build some connections with my future colleagues."

"I didn't agree to be the Grand Duke, and I wasn't sure I would have been chosen anyway."

Imoen didn't comment, but glanced at the four-member team who were watching the show nearby: "Have you had enough of watching others quarrel?! Especially you two, Emiya and Yin, go back to bed now!"

Author's words: Author's note: How come this volume has become so long, but it is finally starting to wrap up.

Ninety Murders of Blood (II)

"call……"

When Emilia opened her eyes again at the knock on the door, it was several hours later.

The drowsiness caused by the intense mental activity all night long disappeared.

He took a breath, adjusted himself, and sorted out his thoughts.

It is said that the human brain will reorganize what it has learned during the day during sleep, so the problems that were previously puzzling to you may be solved after waking up.

And this applies to him as well.

He was already too familiar with the wrath of the Heavenly Saint.

The impression that was enough to inspire the spell had disappeared from his mind.

The good news is that he might be able to try to replicate the technique used to create this magical weapon in the future—if he could find that kind of dragon soul. However, judging by the expression of Tiansheng's wrath, the dragon in this magical weapon is probably closer to the dragon in Chinese culture.

Clouds and rain, thunder and lightning—

Although the true dragons of Faerun are famous for their breath that can destroy the world, they are still a mortal race in essence, meeting all the definitions of mortals: limited lifespan, natural reproduction, and born on the material plane.

Although this mortal race is a bit too strong - most of the outer plane creatures who keep talking about mortals will be pinned to the ground and beaten by real dragons, and sometimes even real dragons will use the word mortal.

But no matter what, the true dragons of Faerun are indeed a mortal race.

Therefore, if he wanted to forge a Heavenly Saint's Wrath with his own hands, he would probably have to travel thousands of miles to the other side of the world to have a slim chance of success.

The bad news is that it is no longer possible for him to use magic to create a Heavenly Holy Wrath.

It's a very amazing experience.

It's like reading a language you don't understand; you have no way of understanding its meaning and can only get a vague impression, or even think it has some kind of mystical meaning.

But if this language is your native language, you may find foreigners' interpretation of it ridiculous.

Whatever its nature, once you truly understand the process, that strange feeling will undoubtedly disappear completely.

This spell, like the process of transforming a vague impression into accurate cognition, is materialized in the most powerful way.

Obviously, the principle behind this spell was ridiculous. And Miss Silver had given Emiya a very convincing explanation when they were working together last night: "That's why I said this spell has a psionic component. How can you cast psionic energy without a bit of madness?"

Some were suspected of physically attacking psychic users, and Mr. Emiya, who had successfully cast this spell, was naturally classified as insane by Yin.

Emiya answered the knock on the door, then quickly got up, dressed, and opened the door: "What time is it now?"

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