Equipment Printing School Mage
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An elf man in gorgeous robes carried Elastrid into the church where time had stopped, with two guards following closely behind.
Seeing the two guards, Misriel snorted in dissatisfaction and looked behind him.
The next second, an equally tall woman wearing gorgeous silver armor, with blue hair and silver eyes suddenly appeared behind Mithrael: "My Lord, what are your orders?"
"Meta," Mystrel replied, "Just stand behind me."
"Yes." After saying that, the tall woman named Meta stood beside Misriel meticulously. In comparison, the two elven guards seemed a little frivolous.
Looking at this scene, Corellon couldn't help but be speechless.
But no matter what, we can't waste any more time.
He placed Elastri, who was also in a stasis, among the panicked children and said, "Goddess Mystrel, I am about to cast a spell to protect the safety of these dozens of children. I hope to gain your permission."
Mystril was confused at first, then replied, "They are your descendants. You can do whatever you want. It is none of my business. I will ensure the stability of the Weave under any circumstances. I have already said so."
"In short, in their final moments, they prayed to Tyche and me, not for revenge against the enemy, nor for stopping their attacks, but simply for a last hope. And I decided to fulfill their wishes."
"So what does this have to do with me?" Misriel's patience was short, and she didn't care about favors like this. "Get to the point!"
"Sorry, sorry. I'll be right there."
Corellon then began to inject messages into the puzzles of Candlekeep, leaving behind illusory images. Each surviving child received a message unique to them.
Then, Corellon sighed deeply and said, "...Well, Miss Mithriel, I would like to make a deal with you."
"Aha." Misriel finally became interested.
"I owe you a huge favor. You can use this favor to make a request to me," Corellon said seriously. "And in exchange, no matter what I do next, as long as it doesn't touch on your absolute taboos, you will agree directly."
"I dare not agree to this." Mistrel took a step back. "Such a big favor? I asked you for the elven high magic, and you gave it to me?"
"I give," Corellon said, and was about to start chanting.
"Lord Corellon!" The Seraph behind Mistrel did not think this was a goodwill gesture and immediately took a step forward, while the two elven guards also stepped forward to block Meta's advance.
Meta remained unmoved and spoke word by word, "My Lord has not yet agreed!"
Mistrel was no fool. She pondered for a moment, narrowing her eyes. "I want to emphasize: my red lines are very clear. First, I will not agree to any means that would destroy the magic network and disrupt the world's spellcasting order. No matter what terms you use to stop me, if it involves these two points, I will directly break the contract and take action."
"That is natural," Corellon replied.
"Secondly," Misriel replied, "the exchange of information and matter between the future and the past is extremely sensitive. Whether I agree or not depends on my mood... After all, I am only the custodian of time, not its master. Furthermore, the exchange of information and matter from the future to the past is also absolutely forbidden."
"Then I submit to these two conditions." Corellon held out his hand. "Deal?"
Meta hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "...The more generous the conditions, the less likely I am to agree to them."
Misriel obviously realized this and seemed quite hesitant.
However, the favor owed by the Elven God King was too precious—in this realm of the sky, Corellon's research on magic was no less profound than that of Mystril, and he also retained many secrets that even the Avatar of the Magic Web coveted.
But in the end, the incarnation of the magic web succumbed to the temptation of magic: "...Okay, deal. Hurry up, the [Ascension] targeting the Xingyong family will be completed in just a few seconds."
The next second, Corellon attacked without mercy. He waved his hand slightly towards the twenty-seven young children, and created a huge space-time gate, which sucked all the children who were still stagnant into it.
Seeing this, Mithriel was stunned for a moment, then gnashed his teeth and shouted, "...Is this your plan?! Throwing a bunch of children into ten thousand years?"
This didn't cross her red line, but it was definitely dancing on the edge of it.
"Don't worry." Corellon took a step back and said calmly, "Whether they can survive after ten thousand years depends entirely on themselves..."
Having said that, he glanced at Tyche and said, "And..."
"Stop." At this moment, Misriel's voice suddenly dropped several degrees. "I told you, accurate information from the future is forbidden. Even you can't tell it."
Corellon sighed. "Alright. Now we've settled the deal. You can make your demands."
"I'll keep this favor." Mithril shook her head. "Perhaps I'll encounter something even more unbearable in the future. Besides, who says I can't decipher high-level magic?"
"Then I'll wait and see." Corellon glanced at his people who were stuck in time, and disappeared with his angels.
The lips of the goddess of fate, Tyche, trembled for a moment, but she still said, "I cannot bear to see my people reduced to ashes... I can only take good care of them after ten thousand years."
"You can't do it," Mystril said suddenly, "unless you become more cautious from today on."
Tikha's face flushed slightly. "Although I did act recklessly, I will never forget such an important scene."
"..." Misriel didn't answer this question and said, "I'll stay here. I want to witness the explosion of [Ascension] right in front of me."
Tikha waved his hand and disappeared on the spot.
Then, only Mystril, the goddess of the magic web, and her guard, Metatron, the seraph, were left in Candlekeep.
The priests who were praying devoutly had no idea that there were two uninvited guests behind them.
Soon, Misriel narrowed his eyes slightly.
At the beginning, there were more than ten pastors and a dozen non-combatant believers in the church.
However, an invisible and intangible wave slowly came from the seashore.
It is like the most perfect scraper among the elves.
The world seemed to be divided into two layers.
One is the real world.
The other is the people of Star Chant.
One by one, the believers were wiped out from the world silently, without blood, without cries, and without memories.
The signature on the scriptures disappeared, and the written notes disappeared.
The robes fell to the ground quietly, as if the elves in them had never existed.
After a while, Metatron raised his head and asked in confusion, "My Lord, why are we here looking at an empty church?"
"Indeed, let's go." Mystril finally said, "A mother with no way out is about to roar her last rage. I want to see her last high magic."
High in the sky above Candlekeep, the cold clouds were about to deprive Fiona of the last bit of heat.
Just now, she suddenly discovered that she had no husband and the Xingyong family had no patriarch.
No husband, no lover, no coercion.
However, she did have a biological daughter.
Below her, Candlekeep's assault on the Ylythryan army reached its final stages.
The Ilythri army was indeed a little too careless - the Starsong swordsingers burst out with unparalleled courage, throwing Ilythri's army into chaos.
However, for some reason, there were a lot of strange gaps in the Dark Elves' army, as if the Dark Elves were besieging an enemy that did not exist.
Fiona couldn't help crying.
She knew what was happening, but she couldn't do anything about it.
But she still remembered Elastrid.
Then, she could only deliver her final blow.
The high wizard who had just given birth poured the last of her life force into high magic.
It is the most magnificent power among the elves, and the mystery contained therein is so mysterious that even ordinary elves cannot imagine it.
It takes countless sweat, talent, and sacrifice to gain the power to change the world.
However, she couldn't do much on her own.
Sacrifice? This is just commonplace in high magic.
During the Crown War, examples of those who sacrificed their lives for high magic were everywhere, with a single large-scale spellcasting often costing the lives of dozens or even tens of high-level mages.
She sacrificed her life simply because she had nothing else to sacrifice.
Fiona vomited a mouthful of blood.
The backlash of her advanced magic had already begun, but she didn't know if she could hold on until that moment, nor did she know if her advanced magic could achieve the desired effect.
But she had tried her best.
She gently pushed her hands forward and said, "[Hundreds of Paths, Thousands of Traces]."
The next second, her body shattered and turned into a faint blood mist. However, this blood mist suddenly disappeared in mid-air.
At the same time, the connection between the material plane and other planes was weakened to the extreme. Countless portals suddenly opened simultaneously within hundreds of kilometers around her.
Some portals erupt with flames, water, rocks, and violent winds.
Some portals even gave rise to baatezu and tanar'ri. Although the two groups of old enemies who had strayed into the portals were confused as to why, they immediately engaged in a familiar battle.
And more often than not, the residents of other planes, though looking confused, were inexplicably drawn into the fierce battle with the dark elves.
Among them, the most special one is a time gate.
It leads directly to countless nodes in the future.
Nearly a hundred mortals from the future appeared here with the light of time.
10. The pressure of time
The process of Emiya and his group entering the past ten thousand years was even more bizarre than they had imagined.
The time gate is not actually a gate.
Their journey to the time gate 10,000 years ago did not affect their continued existence 10,000 years later. Therefore, for Metatron and Silver, their touching the time gate was actually just a matter of a moment.
Because of this, they must touch the time gate at the absolute same time - otherwise, an extremely embarrassing situation will arise where others have already returned but the latecomers have not yet passed.
Although strictly speaking, it is entirely possible that their team went up one by one, with one person having completed the adventure ten thousand years ago and the others just starting to time travel, or even spoiling the story to their friends - but ten thousand years ago, they actually acted at the same time.
However, seeing Yin's murderous gaze, the team finally behaved themselves and did not engage in any activities that played with time.
"But remember to be fire-proof."
Before leaving, Yin's last words were these.
Fire prevention?
Emiya didn't quite understand - elves often live in forests, and the fire prevention measures in their activity areas should be the most complete, so where is the need for fire prevention?
However, when he regained consciousness, he was shocked to find that their team seemed to have returned to Abel.
What is that wall of fire that stretches from heaven to earth?!
——At the same time, aren’t there too many people around them?
Emya, Sig, Elastrid, and Fenwë.
This time, their team only has these four members.
But the number of people around was so great that it was unbelievable.
It was bustling with people, and there were at least dozens of people everywhere.
Why are there so many people here?!
What's even more bizarre is that their clothing, speech styles, and ethnicity are completely different, as if they came from different corners of the world.
But no matter what, there are more urgent things at the moment.
Emiya estimated and took a deep breath. "...The wall of fire is only a few minutes away from us. We can't stay here for long."
And it was obvious that the scorching heat of the fire wall was so close that no one could ignore it.
Almost everyone made the same decision: run first.
At this moment, an extremely familiar voice suddenly sounded above everyone: "Everyone, stop moving."
However, that voice was extremely cold at this moment, and could even be described as murderous.
Wisps of silver fire rose from the earth, and in an instant, a huge circle was outlined on the earth, trapping everyone firmly inside.
At the same time, the space was blocked, they could not make any sound even when they opened their mouths, and even their bodies were completely paralyzed. They could only watch helplessly as the flames approached them step by step.
It was as if their time had stopped.
The strange thing is that the flame that reached the sky and the earth seemed to have encountered a natural enemy when it was about to approach the inconspicuous silver circle, and it obediently took a detour.
——However, in this case, it also invisibly added a wall of flames with no end in sight to the inconspicuous silver thread.
At this moment, a silver-haired girl who was very familiar to Emiya and her group appeared in the middle of the crowd with her tall guards - but her expression was extremely unfamiliar.
The master and servant were still stunningly beautiful, but no one else could admire their graceful looks.
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