But Emilia was not alarmed.

Whenever the scene changes, it will be a doomsday scene. If you move a little slower, more and more demons will emerge from these portals, and eventually a whole army of demons will be born in a very short time.

They lack organization and a clear purpose, but they do not lack the will and reason to fight.

It was enough to make the unprepared Eltoril extremely anxious.

——But only now, this scene has no deterrent effect on them at all.

Looking at the extremely focused expression on Bayer's face, Emilia said coldly, "What? Are you running away now? We still have the second peace treaty to discuss."

But Bayer had no intention of continuing the verbal battle with him. Instead, he called down meteors that covered the sky and the sun, even including him and Zariel.

——Or perhaps, it was precisely because the meteor explosion even affected Bayer himself that the restrictions of the treaty were circumvented.

Bayer reached into his pocket and hugged the neck of the Zariel statue tightly.

Although Zariel was one of the creatures he hated the most, she was truly her lifeline at this moment.

At this moment, an old and elegant voice slowly sounded: "Great Devil Bayer, since you have come to the material plane, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

At the same moment, a fiery flower emitting the smell of sulfur suddenly bloomed under Bayer's right arm.

Demons are supposed to be immune to fire. At least the fire that can appear in the mortal world or even in the giant wheel universe, even the most blazing fire in the fire elemental plane, cannot affect Bayer.

body.

But wherever this kind of flames touched, the devil's flesh and blood immediately tore apart, bones and tendons were broken, and finally turned into... But with just one blow, half of Bayer's body was almost reduced to ashes.

"……what?"

Bayer stared at his own horrific wound in shock, struggling to hold Zariel's statue behind him. "...Hellfire? Hellfire?!"

The flame that almost killed Bayer with just one blow was clearly the unique divine magic of the Abyss Enemy Sect, Hellfire!

Even more bizarre is that the swiftness and unstoppable nature of Hellfire comes at the cost of its power! If one were to use Hellfire to injure an enemy, its effect would be far less potent than that of an ordinary killing spell.

But just now, the person who came with just one hellfire shot almost tore Bayer into pieces! Bayer was very sure that the person who came even showed mercy!

A white-haired old man walked into the conference hall.

He was obviously very focused on his appearance - his long white hair was combed meticulously, he was wearing exquisite silk clothes that were carefully tailored, and he walked into the hall gracefully with a short wand in his right hand.

But this is just an appearance.

He just took a step forward, and everyone present felt their hearts skip a beat.

He just breathed, but everyone felt that the blood in their bodies was almost boiling.

Asul couldn't help but step forward and asked, "...Excuse me, sir, who are you?"

The most shocked person present was Mars.

He jumped up as if he had been electrocuted: "...Lord Azus!?"

This name brought an effect like a singularity explosion in this hall.

Azuth, the god of mages. He represents one of the mortals who ascended to godhood.

He is a subordinate of Mystra, the god who disappeared during the Arcane Plague.

Azus looked unhappy and walked into the meeting room without a smile on his face. "The devil didn't sign a peace treaty with me... You can't leave today."

Bayer didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked around, took a deep breath, and forced himself to ignore the excruciating pain of his dying breath. He smiled faintly, "...So Azuth, the god of mages, has nothing to do with the Harpers? I thought this covenant already included the magical pantheon."

Azuth didn't answer, but waved his wand curtly: "Noisy."

With a loud explosion, the stone statues of Bayer and Zariel disappeared in an instant.

"?!"

Since then, misfortunes have been happening one after another. Emilia hesitated for a moment and asked, "...Lord God of Mages, may I ask how those two demons were..."

"You still have the energy to care about them?" Azuth, the God of Mages, let out a long sigh, the seriousness on his face fading a little. "Of course, I threw them into my kingdom of God. The devil owes a huge debt, so I have to collect some interest first."

He shook his head and pointed at the witch in Mars' arms: "Xinbu is in a very bad condition now."

At the same time, Emiya finally realized that Xinbu, the witch who was famous in Faerun, was in a completely wrong state at the moment.

She was not unconscious, but she did not seem to be conscious either.

Her eyes were darting around unfocused, as if without any purpose at all, and she had no idea or awareness of what was happening to her.

She just waved her arms subconsciously and uttered meaningless syllables.

At this moment, Emiya discovered that the witch's hands were shackled, and the strange shackles were emitting a strange green glow, covering Xinbu completely.

"...Anti-magic shackles?"

Emiya's pupils shrank.

This magical item is an extremely rare treasure that maintains an anti-magic field at all times, making it the perfect choice for imprisoning powerful but weak wizards. In other words, before breaking the shackles...

Xinbu is just a simple elderly lady.

And Xinbu's condition shows that even if the shackles are removed, she does not have normal intelligence... What happened?

"She suffered unprecedented torture during the Arcane Plague. The rampage of the Weave drove her mad... Unfortunately, I suffered a similar fate back then." Azuth shook his head. "Mr. Aimya, you not only saved her, but you saved me as well."

"...Ah?!" This sentence was like a bolt of lightning. Mars stuttered, which was rare for him. "You were also..."

"We'll talk about this later." Azuth spoke faster. "Right now, I'm probably the only one in the world who can heal her... Give her to me."

"Yes."

No matter what, no one present had any right to object.

Even if we take a step back, the relationship between Azuth, the God of Mages, and Xinbu is much closer than that of anyone else present.

Just as Mars supported Xinbu, the ceiling of the conference hall disappeared without a trace, and the bright moonlight shone on everyone.

And stood in front of Mars.

Along with it, a gentle but serious female voice rang out: "Wait a minute, Mars, you can't give Xinbu to him."

The moment Azus heard this voice, the gentle expression on his face disappeared.

He took a few steps back, with only a solemn expression on his face.

A lady in a moon-blue robe slowly floated down from the sky and stood in front of everyone.

Azuth narrowed his eyes slightly. "...Selune, what do you mean?"

"Call me by my name?" The Moon Goddess turned her back to the crowd, her voice equally devoid of friendliness. "Even Mystra calls me sister. And you, it seems, should call me Selune, 'Lady'."

"..." Azus raised his head slightly, then shook it. "Now, it seems too late for me to change my mind."

"That's probably true." Almost at the same moment, another voice sounded behind Azuth, "Because we are already very sure - Azuth, you are either a fake or a traitor."

The owner of this voice was also an old man. However, unlike Azuth, his clothes were simple, and his long white hair was untidy and tangled like weeds.

Without turning around, Azuth said, "—This statement truly breaks my heart, Oghma. Let me guess. Is setting up the Rite of Truth in Eltoril part of your plan?"

"Yes," said Oghma, the God of Knowledge, simply. "I had great faith in this generation of young men—but they have once again exceeded my expectations. Not only did they successfully capture Zariel, but they also managed to fish you out.

"Azuth. I originally thought you were also killed or seriously injured in the Arcane Plague." Oghma spoke word by word, "But now it seems that you have betrayed the Lord God and joined forces with Asmodeus!"

"...This accusation is rather extreme." Azuth silently retreated to the other end of the room. "It is completely baseless."

"Well then." Oghma clearly didn't believe the Mage God's lies. "Return Bile and Zariel, who have triumphantly returned to Hell."

Azuth didn't answer.

The God of Knowledge pressed on: "But this is impossible - because the only reason you came here is to rescue these two demons from the encirclement of the gods and bring them back to Hell. Maybe... you have to take Xinbu with you as well."

Selune said coldly, "We were surprised at first. How could the well-protected Xinbu be abducted? Now, we know the reason."

The God of Mages, whose movements were strange, let out a long sigh and looked at Selune coldly.

Or rather, right behind her, was Emilia of Lunya.

"A wizard in his early twenties has turned Southern Sword Coast upside down in just over a month..." The warmth on Azuth's face slowly faded as he snorted coldly, "Oghma, Selûne, the Three Pillars of Justice... a bunch of self-proclaimed gods of justice and wisdom, combined, they've caused us less trouble than a single mortal."

"Today, you win." Azus shook his head.

In that brief moment, the Three Pillars of Justice approached the conference hall. The strongest, Chauntia, simply waved her hand, and a devastating earthquake erupted around Eltoril. The newly created portal and the demons who had just arrived in the material plane were crushed to pieces by the earth's fury.

Then, Azuth stopped all movement.

Only the divine power in his body began to flow at an unprecedented speed.

Selune and Oghma were stunned for a moment, then immediately took a step back and generously poured their divine power shield around them to protect their surroundings.

[…Maybe we should just lie down.] A hint of panic finally appeared on Yin's face. [But lying down probably won't help…]

[He's planning to self-destruct. We have no way to stop him. We can only rely on Sister Selune!]

Emiya's scalp was tingling at this moment. She frantically laid down a force field wall in front of her, screaming in her heart: "There will be a day when you call someone a nickname in a crisis! Have you been infected by Xige?!"

Then, absolute light and heat brought an end to Eltoril's long day.

More than ninety waves (I)

Now Emilia regrets it immensely—why is the force field wall transparent?

All the power in Azuth's divine incarnation turned into a carnival of magic in an instant, and the surrounding magic web leaped together with all the power in the incarnation.

The elegant mage instantly transformed into the most dazzling sunlight, the dark deathly aura, and the seven-color rainbow light.

Thin, pale green rays of light burst out in every gap like a kaleidoscope.

And the purest magic explosion and space rift.

All the surrounding matter that was not protected by the two gods was shattered and scattered.

Magical energy was transformed into spells in the most violent form, and the power released easily exceeded the theoretical upper limit of spells.

The force field wall is a transparent force field barrier. Although it can block the magic in the strong light, it cannot block the light itself. Even though Emilia immediately realized that this divine power explosion was not something that mortal magic could resist.

For the first time, Emiya saw with her own eyes that the force field wall that should have been indestructible melted away instantly in the tide of divine power.

This is the difference between gods and mortals.

When faced with divine power, mortal common sense is meaningless.

The force field wall was not even capable of resisting the subsequent more lethal spells; it was obliterated by the brilliance of Yang Yan from the very beginning.

However, just before they were about to be swallowed by the explosion of divine power, a peaceful silver light shone in front of them.

The light was dim and hazy, but at this moment it stood firmly in front of them like the strongest wall, blocking all attacks with its own strength.

After a long time, the destructive magic storm, leaving behind a trail of changing colored light, finally dissipated.

Emiya opened her eyes.

It was as if I had come to another world. Most of the Eltoril administrative area that I had known before had disappeared.

The magnificent buildings and exquisite decorations have all turned to dust in the storm of divine power.

He lowered his head.

The mortals present were now walking on a barrier woven from moonlight. The original hall and even the mountain had completely disappeared.

Not to mention the original conference hall, even the hill in the center of Eltoril has been reduced to ashes, and only half of the height of the huge mountain remains.

In other words, the entire administrative district has disappeared.

Now, the garden area and the administrative area can be merged.

Selune stood there in silence for a moment, then shook her head and asked, "Lord Oghma, Azuth and I are not close friends. Has he always acted like this?"

Oghma's figure slowly emerged from the fading light, and he replied, "It's hard to say. The Azuth I know wouldn't do things so... decisively."

"Although, even squandering the avatar's divine power requires countless spells to achieve, which is very Azuth's style. I am not sure what happened to him now."

The two gods protected the mortals present and landed on the ruins of the mountain. Then, Oghma shouted to the other three in the sky: "Three, have you been attacked by others?"

Ilmater, the god of suffering, dressed in tattered clothes like a beggar, replied: "No, it seems that only Azuth has come."

The knight-dressed god of loyalty, Thom, shook his head. "Asmodeus didn't come... I was hoping to collect some of Eltoril's debt from him."

"Asmodeus resides in Hell. His interests differ from those of ordinary evil and cannot be measured by common sense," the blind old man said in a resounding voice. "Others, on the other hand, prefer to bully the weak. Now that we have gathered here, even if they arrive, they will quietly retreat."

"—Well, everyone." Oghma actually had little to do with Eltoril. His and Selûne's appearance was the most bizarre of the gods present. Eltoril's connection to these two gods wasn't enough to warrant their incarnations.

At this point, Oghma was unusually proactive. "Excuse me, but Eltoril is in ruins right now. The already chaotic system is only being managed by you, the followers of the Three Pillars of Justice, through your selfless dedication. And how can we achieve a successful restructuring in just a few days?"

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