At this moment, Emiya realized an extremely bad problem: "...How long will Igilok possess the target? What is the cost of parasitism? What about the damage caused by leaving?"

The Wild Hunt captain answered without hesitation, "There's no time limit. In fact, its mode of action is called parasitic because it steals the original host's consciousness, but parasitism itself does not cause any weaknesses to the host, nor does it cause much additional consumption. And if he wants to leave, as long as his strength is not exhausted, he can leave at any time. We don't know the harm its departure will cause to the host, because it will only choose to leave when it is on the verge of death. It is very belligerent and bloodthirsty, and it will not flee without a fight."

Rather than parasitism, it is more like a possession of the body like the magic barnacle - Ijilock, as a spirit, can devour the target's soul.

"...That ice explosion, is it Ijirock's power?"

"Partially," the Wild Hunt hesitated, then said, "It's a demon born from the depths of winter, capable of harnessing the host's full power. If it inhabits an enemy with formidable mobility, it possesses a power similar to teleportation."

"Of course, it has never parasitized flying creatures. This may be its only shortcoming."

And Emilia's face looked very bad.

The Tarrasque was already renowned for its incredible vitality, and now it had been strengthened even further—how could they possibly kill this Igiloc Tarrasque?

Its inability to fly is indeed a weakness, but judging from what just happened...

His leaping ability makes up for it.

It was obvious that Igilok had not yet considered Candlekeep as one of his targets. However, the aftermath of his attack was enough to make Candlekeep tremble slightly.

Just as the power of the Greatshield Mystique had escorted everyone to the walls of Candlekeep at a rapid speed, Igilok's victims appeared.

—In the form of wreckage.

It was a large group of unicorn cavalrymen whose original forms were almost unrecognizable...Emmia was unwilling to describe their miserable condition in detail.

All I can say is that Igilock was obviously very familiar with the body of his parasite - Tarrasque's long, spiked tail turned into the most terrifying Morning Star Hammer. With just one blow, the high elf unicorn girl was turned into a bloody mess.

Even with the protection of the unicorn, the high elves' powerful magic armor turned into the most brutal fragments at this moment, embedding into their flesh and blood, tearing them into pieces.

Even the powerful unicorns were writhing and spitting blood in the sky, and most of them were obviously seriously injured and dying - the rest were completely dead.

"...How could such a powerful creature be chased here?!" Emiya's pupils shrank slightly and she shouted.

"Firstly, our vitality is stronger than those delicate Unicorn Knights." The Wild Hunt captain took a deep breath. "... Secondly, its current strength and speed are greater than all of its previous reincarnations combined! What the hell is that Tarrasque?!"

"...It's one of the most feared beasts in the mortal world. Even the Titans fear its power!" The Archdruid said coldly, then exhaled, "Unicorns are spirits of nature. I must save them."

Before she could finish her words, the wall of fire that had just passed over Candle Castle finally arrived. As they got closer and closer to Igilok, their speed became faster and faster, and finally turned into a cyclone of blazing white flames, sweeping towards the place where Igilok had appeared before, completely engulfing the giant beast.

After a while, accompanied by another earth-shaking yet slightly mocking howl, the vortex of flames that covered the sky and the sun was dispersed by a claw, and even rolled back in the opposite direction in an instant, and finally scattered into star-like flames in front of Candle Castle.

Emiya looked towards the east in silence.

The power of the sky-covering flames raised by the dark elves had dissipated by half at this moment - however, even such a blow could not hurt Igilock in the slightest.

Igilock is a creature active in the North, and Tarrasque is indeed immune to fire.

The compatibility between the two is not supposed to be that good - but now, the tragic fact is before us: the current Igilock is not afraid of fire or ice.

Silver, you did a great job.

He sighed softly.

Among the nine spellcasting materials, the source of a sub-material of the first type is such a shocking enemy.

“Why is this era so lively?”

Or is this just an insignificant part of the Crown War?

Seventeen Igirock Frost (I)

The dark elves' invasion was met with a completely unexpected blow.

According to the original plan, they would advance steadily across the Moon Elves' territory - the conventional troops would be responsible for attracting the Moon Elves' attention, and most importantly, most of the high mages would hide in the rear, bringing death to them slowly and irreversibly.

The biggest obstacle to this strategy is the mazes built by a large number of elven nobles as fortresses for their own families.

Even among the countless terrifying elven high magics, the power of the maze is something that the elves fear immensely.

It can persist for tens of thousands of years, taking on a myriad of forms, allowing even a newborn within the miasma to unleash powerful magic capable of splitting mountains and cracking rocks. Furthermore, it is often extremely difficult to destroy, with ordinary dispel magic being ineffective against it.

Admittedly, the range of the mythal would not be very large, and it would be impossible to completely cover the Dark Elves' route of advance - but the Dark Elves would not tolerate a large group of enemies that were already quite powerful behind them. This group of enemies, although not so numerous, would be able to make the Dark Elves' army suffer with the support of the mythal.

So, they chose to ascend.

In the best case scenario, ascension could even make Santa Osriel slow to react to their actions and unaware of the army's advance.

They spent hundreds of years to get a clear understanding of the nobles in the Kingdom of Santa Osriel, and with the strong support of the fallen goddess Rose, they finally made up their minds to promote this war.

As a result, the war did not go as smoothly as they had imagined.

The two high-ranking dark elf mages were lucky—in the continuous release of ascension, they did not suffer any backlash. But they were not that lucky.

They had to leave the safety of the altar and clean up the mess for those idiots on the front lines.

The dark elves who later degenerated into drow were overly fond of priests and, due to their high magic resistance, despised the arcane. But in this era, high magic was the foundation and foundation of a tribe.

Therefore, when they saw the dark elves fleeing in all directions, they were filled with rage.

They had not been paying attention to the situation on the front lines, but they never imagined it would be so bad.

The position of high-level mages in this era can be said to be the most valuable consumable.

They possess the most powerful strength, but they also pay the highest price for it - even in peacetime, high-level wizards will pay a permanent and irreversible price for powerful high-level magic.

Of course, in the eyes of the civilian elves, among the elves who prohibit suicide, as a high-level wizard, being attacked by his own spells is also a way to quickly return to Avandor.

Even some people in later generations have used dark thoughts to speculate about this ancient profession:

Slaughtering others is sending them to Avandor, which is virtuous.

Killing yourself is sending yourself to Avando, a blessing.

No matter what, the high-level mage is the most indifferent to life and death among the powerful people at this level - indifferent to both the enemy and his own life.

Therefore, they could not tolerate the fact that the soldiers, who were doing the safest mission, were fleeing in all directions at the beginning of the war.

High-ranking mages aren't afraid of death, so what should you, lowly soldiers, be afraid of?!

And in front of them, the former dark elf army no longer existed - the neat formation had been completely broken up into small pieces, fleeing in all directions.

The high-level mages who arrived at the battlefield could no longer bear it, and one of them immediately recited a sacred chant aloud, and the soldiers within a few hundred meters around almost stopped in their tracks immediately.

High Magic: Battle Song.

Its effect is simple: any soldiers who hear the chant will never run away out of fear.

If this was a trick of the Kingdom of Santa Osriel, then it should disappear in the face of this high-level magic - they at least need to know what exactly happened now.

Soon, the dark elf soldiers, having regained consciousness from their fear, spotted the high mages before them. With lingering fear, they half-knelt before them with a war salute: "... Your Excellency, High Mage, please allow us to escort you away!"

In the end, you still have to run!

This result almost made the senior mages laugh. They shouted, "Idiots, report immediately! What happened? What are you running away from?"

"...everything that happened on that battlefield!" A dark elf sergeant removed his helmet, revealing his dark brown skin covered in frost. He bravely pointed behind them, "We were on the march when we were suddenly attacked...by dozens of troops of all kinds. We fought desperately for an entire night, and we don't even know what happened. We only know that many, many doors opened...!"

"A thousand paths, a thousand tracks. So that's what's going on. A silver elf actually figured it out." The anger in the high mages' eyes faded a little. "You were attacked during the march... but it's already the second day! Why are you still running?!"

"Yes, indeed. We fought desperately all night, suffering staggering casualties, but we finally repelled the elementals, modrons, demons, angels... in short, the attackers from every world. Those elite Sky-Traversing Wild Hunters didn't pursue us any further," the sergeant replied. "We retreated to a safe distance to rest and recuperate. Just as we were about to continue our advance this morning, a sharp howl suddenly erupted from the underground...!"

"Just then, the wall of fire behind us suddenly lost control! They suddenly rolled in one direction, not caring whether there were any friendly troops in their path..."

That wall of fire itself was a special kind of high-level magic. Strictly speaking, it was more like an animated spell; the wall of fire was merely a representation; it actually possessed its own intelligence.

If it attacks proactively, it means it believes the enemy poses a greater threat than friendly forces in its path.

Or in other words, even if it didn't attack, these idiots wouldn't survive.

However, with the increasing status of female dark elves in Ilythri, the two female high-ranking mages were unwilling to waste their energy explaining this fact. Instead, they pressed on, "And then? Where is the wall of fire?"

When discussing this topic, the warriors gathered there had clearly been infused with courage by high-level magic and had already encountered high-level mages who came to support them.

But at this moment, they trembled again: "—Monster!"

They clutched their heads and screamed, "That frost-spewing monster! He's playing with the fire wall like a toy! He's consuming half of it like water, and playing with the remaining half like a toy! His breath is colder than the wind of the Highest Glacier, his speed is faster than the thunder of the Elemental Plane of Air, and his fists are heavier than mountains! His armor can deflect all attacks... Run, High Mage!"

"It's ridiculous. We've lived in this world for thousands of years, and when have we ever heard of such a monster?"

The high-ranking mages had no intention of buying into this nonsense and shouted angrily, "If you still don't tell the truth, our Lord Rose will make you a snack for wax-melting monsters in her kingdom!"

"...No...No! But we really..."

At this moment, deafening cheers suddenly sounded from the west.

That was undoubtedly the cheer of the Dark Elves, so much so that it easily attracted the attention of these Dark Elves.

"...You're a bunch of useless bastards! Deserters! You've abandoned your compatriots. You don't deserve to live in this world!" The enraged High Mage refused to listen to their arguments. A dark green ray blasted from the end of her staff, and the Dark Elf soldier, who had just been chatting away, had nowhere to hide and was instantly reduced to ash.

They removed the courage that the psalms had given to the deserters, and fear burst out from their hearts again, and they began to flee in all directions again.

The high-level mages were too lazy to pay attention to them - they were not a supervisory team, and their precious magic power was not used for such things.

They had to ensure the smooth progress of the battle. Now that one team had gained the upper hand, there was no need to worry about them anymore.

The two high-level mages followed the direction of the cheers and used the portal to teleport forward several kilometers, arriving at a forest that had not yet been burned dry. Thick black smoke covered the sky, and dark clouds fell on them.

At the same time, deafening cheers were approaching.

They raised their heads hesitantly.

In front of them, there was no dark elf who had just returned victorious, but only a huge monster that was nearly a hundred meters tall and stood on its hind legs.

Its entire body was covered in a thick shell like a beetle's, but this thick shell could not conceal the powerful strength within its body, outlining its strong muscles that seemed about to explode. Its hind claws were embedded in the ground, a mixture of blood and metal on them. Some unfortunate creature had been trampled into pieces.

Its body was slightly hunched and leaning forward severely. Its two flexible and sharp claws were sending a handful of giant trees that had not yet been completely burned to ashes mixed with the flesh and blood of dark elves into its big mouth full of sharp teeth.

At this moment, those deep eyes seemed to be emitting a faint blue light like a frozen spring in the far north.

Click click click.

The dark elf's armor was as fragile as a crispy biscuit in front of those sharp teeth.

While it was eating, strange noises came out of its mouth from time to time.

Sometimes, there are inspiring cheers: "Praise our Lord Lolth! Those outer plane barbarians have finally been slaughtered."

However, the next second, this strange noise would turn into an incoherent scream: "Monster! Monster! Run!"

"help me!"

Sometimes, the voices turned to doubts: "Did you hear any noises? It sounded like digging... or like tree roots being pulled out?"

It was as if it were a bottomless abyss, replaying the final echoes of the lives of those chewed up dark elves.

At its feet was the dark elf magic ship that had just been chopped into pieces.

They had wanted to ask how the attack on Candlekeep was going.

Now it seems that there is no need to ask this question anymore.

Frost of Eighteen Igirock (Part 2)

Emiya and his group set off.

More accurately, the Wild Hunt has set out.

In the ideal situation, they should lure Igilock into the range of the maze so that they can get the help of the maze.

But from what we can see now, the monster seems to have no interest in stone and metal. So much so that after several sprints, it is actually getting further and further away from Candlekeep.

They had to chase after it—the Tarrasque was one of the necessary ingredients for the spell, and it was said to be the only one in the world. Emilia didn't even know where the Tarrasque was sleeping after ten thousand years.

Not to mention, they also need to make this Wild Hunt army owe them a favor.

He had never been to Joseph's Garden and had never seen the golden rooster Phayatala.

However, his teacher once told the story of the golden rooster Fayala - every morning in Joseph's Garden, all the dead petitioners would be reborn with the crowing of Fayala.

Its cry can resurrect the dead of an entire plane.

In other words, it's no exaggeration to say that Farah is one of the most noble creatures in the entire plane.

The tongue of a brass dragon should have the tail feathers of the golden rooster Phayara at the tip and the wing feathers of the Seraphim from Olympia or Joseph's Garden at the tail.

When Emilia saw this spell material, she felt dizzy.

This is undoubtedly the most difficult material to obtain - Faiala is too important. If you want its tail feathers, it would be difficult to use any shameful means.

They had to get on board the Wild Hunt—otherwise, there was no reason for a group of outsiders to allow a true god to clip Fayala's tail feathers.

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