Emiya immediately said, "We want to gather some spell materials at this time to prepare a massive spell of unprecedented magnitude. Gathering all these materials at the same time would be too eye-catching, so we want to try to get some harvest at this time."

"..." Mistrel glanced at Elastri, causing her to shudder. "Show me the list of spell materials. Also, unfortunately, you won't have my protection after you leave here. But Meta and I will still monitor you and prevent you from disrupting time."

"Can't disrupt time. What exactly does that mean?" Emilia pressed. "Can't kill locals, or can't even defend yourself?"

"Ha! Do you think I'm a devil? I'll give you a precise set of rules, watch you try to figure them out, and then make those rules meaningless?" Misriel sneered, "No, the only criterion is my mood. If I say you've violated something, you've violated it. Even if you haven't, you've still violated it!"

"This kind of threat would work for most people," Emilia replied. "But this matter is too important to us. If there aren't even some rough rules, then we'll have to resort to the most radical method possible."

However, his attitude wasn't so much resolute as it was habitual. Yin was always pushing things, and if he wasn't firm, she'd take advantage.

"What?! How dare you speak to me like that!" Although Misriel's church hadn't yet taken shape, it was clearly already extremely powerful. She never expected that a mortal could so confidently confront her. Instead, she was shocked and laughed in anger. "Tell me, who are you, when did you come from, and what are your names?"

Self-introductions were usually not a problem. Misriel snorted when Emiya introduced herself: "Twenty-one years old, and now preparing to ascend to the Ninth Ring? Normally, elves are full of people like that."

"My Lord, there's no way a 21-year-old Nine-Ring Elf Mage could exist in this world." However, Metatron, with unwavering skill and meticulousness, began to dismantle the situation, "Many high-level mages haven't reached the Ninth Ring even after 900 years."

"You don't have to tell me!"

However, the problem still broke out.

The elven priest in the team said in a trembling voice: "My name is Elaster Starsong, and I am a priest..."

"What's your name?" Instantly, the voice had a startling effect. Mystril screamed, "Elastri Starsong?!"

At this point in time, there were simply too many elven priests. Mystril hadn't paid any attention to her. But upon hearing that name, the Time Goddess exploded. "I was wondering why that high magic, in addition to the space portal, also created a time portal that's so difficult to create! Corellon Larethian, you're plotting against me!"

"You just sent her away, and the next second she's back in her adult form?! And with her friends?!"

Misriel couldn't care less about Emiya and the others at the moment. She was so angry that she was floating up and down in the air: "I knew that Tyche was looking for me for no good reason! Metatron!"

"exist."

"I'll give you a task, execute it immediately!"

"Yes!"

"You, go to Avandor and tell me I want to use the favor Corellon owes me! You, go shave Corellon's hair from top to bottom, strip him naked, and drag him around Avandor three times!!!"

"...How could I possibly do this!" The Seraphim, who had been so serious, became anxious. "I can't even break through the guards of Filleresel and Lashriel!"

"Who told you not to study the arcane properly!" Mystril shouted, "If you were a legendary wizard now, you could always tie with those brothers and sisters!"

"The Seraphim race has never had any arcane talent!" Metatron blushed and shouted, "It's no use trying!"

"Hmph! Idiot! You haven't studied seriously, how do you know you can't do it?!" Misriel turned around angrily, "And you! If you want to die so badly, then go ahead and die. You are currently surrounded by countless spatial gates that lead to every corner of the multiverse. If you are not in the material plane, then I can't do anything about it. But you'd better not let those who have managed to survive to your time remember you, otherwise you will suffer the consequences."

"As for the dark elves who created these walls of fire... hmph." Mystril snorted coldly, "It's up to you. They would have perished in the revenge launched by Santa Othriel anyway, and died in the Underdark... It wouldn't have made any difference whether they died at your hands or at the hands of the mind flayers. Of course, if they killed you, that has nothing to do with me."

That was enough, and Emiya replied seriously: "Thank you for your guidance."

"Tsk." Mithril no longer cared about them and said to Metatron impatiently, "Meta, follow me! Corellon is simply going too far!"

The magic goddess, who had not yet reached her peak, was furious and took her servants to Avandor to ask the god of elves for an explanation, leaving Emiya and her group behind.

Emilia hesitated for a moment and asked, "...Should we go to Candlekeep first?"

At the very least, we should replenish supplies first and fill up the empty dimensional bags and dimensional holes.

At that moment, a door suddenly opened behind him. Mithril poked her head out and slapped him hard on the shoulder. "For the Kingdom of Ilysri at this point, Xingyong's [Ascension] is likely a failure. Be prepared."

"At least until I return from Arvandor... I haven't even looked at the list of spell ingredients yet."

Before Emilia could turn around, the portal disappeared again.

Ode to the Twelve Stars (II) Ascension

You are now surrounded by countless space gates that lead to every corner of the multiverse.

Before leaving her silver fire, Emiya and the others had not fully understood the meaning of this sentence - after all, they had just arrived here and were surrounded by a sea of ​​fire before they had time to react.

So, after they used teleportation to travel dozens of kilometers away, they could only stare blankly at the portal that blocked out the sky.

"Is this the Sword Coast?" asked Emya.

Finwë muttered, "If the time gates hadn't changed their positions, we'd be between the Forest of the Tooth and Candlekeep now. But those portals..."

Now, this area has become a complete mess.

This must have once been a very dense forest.

Various elements are rushing out from various places. Although the scale is far from comparable to Abel, it is better in variety - lava, steam, knife-sharp ores, blazing light, these strange phenomena are unscrupulously devouring this familiar yet unfamiliar land.

What's even more maddening is that residents from various planes are also here to join in the fun - not to mention anything else, the dark elf magic ship in the sky was brazenly boarded by residents from the outer planes.

And the boarders seemed to be the same Wild Hunt team that had just fought with them not long ago.

The residents of Joseph's Garden certainly had no grudges against the dark elves, but they were always concerned with the thrill of battle, not the enemy. In their view, a flying ship was probably a worthy target.

It's a small world after all! Emilia could only hope he was mistaken.

Even apart from the madman in Joseph's Garden, who fought without paying any attention to the evil demons around him, the residents of other outer planes had no idea why they suddenly came to this strange area and could only protect themselves first.

The bad news is that the dark elf queue is too long, and many portals are opened directly in the middle of the queue.

So, now the entire Sword Coast has been completely plunged into chaos.

However, the residents of various worlds were fighting fiercely here, and this land naturally suffered.

In later times, there was a low plain near Candle Castle, with few shrubs and only sparse short trees.

At this time, they were in a lush jungle.

However, this jungle is facing the end of its own destiny - the elements and the flames of war are easily tearing everything here apart.

The denizens of the Outer Planes all have their own fighting styles, which, while generally based on melee, often involve various effects.

For example, a Wild Hunt perished together with a Dark Elf on a single-man magic ship. The magic ship, emitting bursts of black smoke, lost power, spun in the air, and fell to the ground.

The moment it made contact with the earth, a devastating explosion of ice erupted from its landing point, freezing a vast expanse of forest into an ice sculpture. Simultaneously, an indescribable darkness slowly seeped out from the other side of the impact site, melting the thick trunks and branches in its path, slowly disappearing with a hissing, acidic sound.

Emilia regretted it now - if he had known that the scene would be like this during the Crown War, he should not have brought Fenwe with him.

He turned his head and saw that the archdruid's face was full of murderous intent.

"...What should we do now?" Sig asked, "Go up and fight the dark elves?"

"Let's take care of ourselves first. We need to think carefully before intervening in the Crown War." Emiya threw out a force field wall to protect them from the rolling lava.

"Let's go to Candlekeep first." Emilia sighed, "We are new here, at least we need to gather some supplies first, and then make plans."

Now, Emiya's combat effectiveness can be said to be only one tenth of what it was, and the intensity of the Crown War cannot be lower than the war on Abel.

Don't underestimate the enemy.

"Alestria?"

At this moment, Emilia discovered that Alestria was staring into the distance in a daze.

Tears flowed.

When Emilia called her for the third time, she finally woke up from her dream and murmured, "Candlekeep, yes, we should go to Candlekeep now. It should be the safest place now."

Even after ten thousand years, Candlekeep's mythal still functions. Naturally, it's currently in its prime. With the mythal restored, Candlekeep is practically impenetrable. Unless the Dark Elves unleash their entire horde, the mythal alone will guarantee safety.

However, that's not what Emiya asked.

He asked, "No, I'm asking, what are you looking at?"

He looked in that direction, but he saw and heard nothing except the portals everywhere and the deafening shouts of killing.

"...I don't know either." The elf trembled slightly and murmured, "I just feel that there should be something there."

The Xingyong family that tried to stop the dark elves had been wiped out by the power of [Ascension].

This was what the God of Time had casually mentioned in front of them.

So, what Elastrid is missing is actually not that difficult to guess.

Her people, her elders...even her parents.

Emiya shook her head and began to chant a spell under her breath.

Larry's replay technique.

This spell was the best choice for criminal investigation in the past, but now it can also play a different role.

A vague white light flashed before them again.

Large numbers of dark elves that had fallen to the ground nearby seemed to crawl up again and form an array.

The strange thing was that opposite them, there was clearly nothing.

To be more precise, there was only a sword flying in the air.

At the same time, a vague and indistinguishable elven song was being sung in the battle formation.

The soil on the ground splashed gently in time with the beat, as if welcoming the blood of the dark elves falling from the sky.

The sword flew through the air at an astonishing speed, and the dark elves were on guard against an enemy that didn't exist.

The non-existent enemy leaped in the battle formation with astonishing agility, and the sword and halberd array formed by the dark elves was full of flaws in front of him.

Even though the Dark Elves had little desire to attack, their only desire was to form a tight formation to drive the enemy back. Even so, the slender elven blades danced effortlessly through the countless steel forests, harvesting the lives of the Dark Elves and tearing through gaps in the Dark Elves' formation, creating a shocking gap within the vast army.

What was even more strange was that the wound was scattered throughout the dark elves' army, dividing the originally orderly military formation into sections that did not correspond to each other.

Finally, the sword suddenly stopped dancing without any enemies around and fell straight to the ground.

This seemed to be a signal, and the sharp blades that had been invincible in the dark elves' army fell to the ground one by one.

The dark elves were stunned for a moment, whispering, "...Why are we here?"

"The sword of a swordsinger? Did a swordsinger just attack us?"

"I see. It was the Ascension. Our enemies were destroyed by the Ascension."

"I see. Praise my Lord Rose."

"Praise Rose!"

However, before they could cheer, someone asked in confusion, "...What's in the sky?"

Almost at the same time, portals opened silently in every corner of the world, and residents from all planes, whether living or inorganic, began to pour into the material plane unscrupulously.

"retreat--!"

The army, already thrown into disarray by the Swordsinger's sudden attack, had no choice but to retreat and regroup, but soon, the demonic flames rained down from the sky, engulfing the dark elves in flames. The Wild Hunt's cavalry even charged into the dark elves' formation from behind without hesitation.

A second before the dark elves collapsed, a huge time gate flashed by and a large number of visitors arrived here.

Emiya already understood the meaning of this scene.

It had happened just minutes ago, even a second before they arrived here.

And he had just made Elastrid witness the moment when all her loved ones were reduced to ashes.

"...Let's go to Candlekeep." Emilia whispered, holding Alestria's hand.

The elf's still trembling hands slowly calmed down.

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On the road north of Candlekeep, a small group of unicorn knights returning north unexpectedly met a messenger who was also returning north.

Unicorns can only accept pure girls as their riders, so unicorn knights are naturally young and beautiful girls.

Why are they all girls? Because the personnel of this kind of team changes frequently among elves, so there are not many elves who can serve as Unicorn Knights for a long time.

——But no matter what, even though the knights are generally young and immature, the mounts they ride are all intelligent creatures with real powerful strength.

The envoy is the king's close minister.

The status of both teams in the kingdom is quite awkward, which is quite different from professions like high mages that rely more on perseverance and wisdom.

Therefore, even if the two sides met briefly, the atmosphere of the conversation was quite distant: "Good day, Your Excellency Einmeier. Has your diplomatic mission been completed?"

This should have been an unconventional greeting, but the envoy, who had been driven out of Candle Castle by the Xingyong family just a few hours ago, couldn't help but look froze.

He was unwilling to lose his composure in front of the Unicorn Knights, who had an excellent reputation. Any gossip that reached their ears would spread throughout the streets and alleys of every country in less than a month.

He coughed lightly and straightened his clothes: "...After all, the nobles on the border don't know much about etiquette."

At this moment, the Unicorn Knights froze for a moment and looked at each other: "Are there any nobles on the border of the kingdom?"

What kind of crazy talk are they? Of course, there are rumors about Unicorn Knights, claiming that anyone who is young, beautiful, and has no boyfriend can become a Unicorn Knight. So, although Unicorns are powerful magical creatures, the Knights are probably just empty-headed fools.

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