Equipment Printing School Mage
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The so-called upper limit means that they generally have the Wukong Yuehui Sword hanging around their waists.
The Moonlight Sword is made entirely of Moonfire.
Emilia hesitated for a moment, but gave up struggling and took out one of the most valuable items they brought with them from her backpack.
——Infinite Moonfire.
Selune, who was originally smiling, was also shocked when she saw this thing, and Mystril's eyes almost popped out of her head. Then, she ran over and grabbed Emilia's collar in anger: "—Endless Moonfire! Sister Selune only lent me one bottle! How did you get such a big jar?!"
Emiya's mind raced, and she immediately shouted, "We have destroyed the incarnation of the goddess of night, Shar, by chance!"
"That's not enough!" Mistrel said bluntly, her eyes almost... well, they were actually emitting silver fire. "Then give me a small bottle at most!"
This is directly related to the release efficiency of Moonfire!
And his status in Selune's eyes!
"Destroyed twice in a matter of minutes!" Emiya shouted. "Shall was already weak and still recovering from her injuries. We even tricked her into creating another avatar for a short period of time, allowing the ambushing god to destroy her avatar once more."
"That's not... well, it's barely acceptable." Misriel wanted to remain stubborn, but Selune behind her was already smiling.
The relationship between Selune and Shar is really bad. When Selune learned that Shar would be so unlucky in the future, the corners of her mouth could not help but rise.
"Alright, alright. Even if it's Infinite Moonfire, it was sent by my future self. Go complain to my future self."
Mystrel's body was not deliberately made to be as massive as the other gods, and although Selûne looked like a delicate woman, she was still a giant who was much taller than Metatron.
The Moon Goddess held Mistral in her arms as if she were a doll, and said unhappily, "You called me here just to get my help, didn't you? We clearly agreed that this bet would be between these mortals, and now you're jealous of your own agent?"
Misriel calmed down and snorted, "I'll let you go this time. Get the feather of Fayala and leave quickly. I don't want to see you!"
After they returned, they really met Miss Misriel again.
Emiya muttered to herself, then finally tried to bring the subject back. "I already know we have to help the Heroic Spirits defeat the Wild Hunt, but I don't know many details yet... Should we take this opportunity to ask questions while we're turning in the Igilok?"
"Ah, I almost forgot." Regarding the crucial spell materials involved, Misriel finally became serious. "You must begin immediately. Because this activity is not so formal, all weapons and equipment must be completely self-supplied. Asgard will not issue additional equipment during wartime. Although they say there is still a month, if you really want to win, every minute and every second now is extremely precious!"
"The rules of battle are even simpler: when the Phiala cries again, the results are calculated based on the proportion of casualties. The side with the relatively fewer casualties wins. Valhalla belongs to the Heroic Spirits, while the Wild Hunt rides outside, entering Asgard only at the beginning of the war and not receiving any supplies for a day. In short, all of Asgard is a battlefield."
As expected, Emiya nodded seriously.
It’s better to say that this is his favorite battlefield environment!
"As for me, I'm only responsible for serving as a sounding board for the Seldarine, listening to what they're discussing." Having said that, Selune didn't know Emya's group well enough, and she felt somewhat worried. "The elves are unexpectedly serious. I don't know the elves of Arvandor, but from my observation, the elves sent here are probably all well-known craftsmen among the Seldarine. I even saw Corellon and one of the craftsmen discussing craftsmanship. All four craftsmen are Corellon's Chosen Ones.
"It's coming with force."
"That guy Corellon, he hit so hard?! How unreasonable! He was clearly in the wrong! How could he come up with four elects?!" Having said this, Misriel pondered for a moment, glanced at Aimiya, and suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, how do you create your own elects?"
The Moon Goddess was almost amused by this. She pulled Misriel aside and whispered, "It's actually not that complicated. The most important thing is identity and recognition. Make him or her your most important messenger and representative in the mortal world, and then give him or her some power as proof. Meta meets this standard in every way."
"Oh...distribute the power..." Mystrel muttered softly.
Thirty-three battles will decide the outcome
Another God King visiting in person?
Even for a plane master, this was a major event. In comparison, the Ascension War, which took place every ten years, was simply not worth mentioning.
The God King wanted to visit or come down to play? If Odin hesitated, he would not be worthy of being the God of Wisdom.
Furthermore, Corellon, who had arrived, was considered the strongest of the God Kings. Even Odin didn't dare to say how likely he was to win against Corellon.
The Wild Hunt and the Heroic Elves were both Odin's exclusive troops. This meant that Corellon recognized Odin's subordinates and his war.
Freya, the goddess of love who rules over the dead, will also see her status greatly affected by this.
Therefore, it was reasonable that Corellon's arrival was highly valued by the entire Asgard - Riodin usually never paid attention to those heroes, but today was an exception, so Thor and Tyr personally led the team to clear the area near the Rainbow Bridge.
Odin recently learned a piece of news: the servant of the goddess of magic Toril had just arrived in Asgard and was hit on the head with three flying axes by the heroic spirits.
The Heroic Spirits' attack posed no threat to Corellon—but it was a deadly threat to Odin's majesty.
If a flying axe entered Corellon's field of vision, Odin's dignity would be shattered.
Everything is top-notch - just to allow Corellon to enter the Golden Palace safely.
Even though Odin had made sufficient mental preparation, his pupils still trembled when Corellon's figure arrived at the Rainbow Bridge.
——The one who came was actually the god himself!
Moreover, he actually came alone. Apart from two Seraphim servants and four craftsmen, he didn't even bring his wife, the Trinity Goddess Angelis!
Suddenly, Odin began to doubt whether he should bring the entire pantheon to greet them.
It is an extremely risky act for the gods to take action in their true form.
The appearance of gods, or manifestations, can be roughly divided into four levels:
1. Simply present various vague omens to mortals
Two: Give them an oracle in person and clearly inform them of your intentions.
3: The incarnation descends, perhaps appearing in the body of a believer, or perhaps appearing directly in the world.
Four: This is also the ultimate method, the real body of the god is dispatched.
The more advanced the method, the greater the power and the greater the consumption.
And dispatching the real body of the god is the only way to make the god fall into a long sleep or even eternal sleep.
Just send out the incarnation, no matter what kind of setbacks you encounter, you just need to rest for a while.
Corellon visited in person, without even bringing a large number of guards, which represented unparalleled trust.
At the same time, if anything unexpected happened to Corellon, Odin would probably not be able to stay in the Garden of Yoth. The best outcome would be to no longer have any contact with the gods of other worlds.
A true loss of dignity. All the gods would know that the Aesir were a bunch of rubbish who couldn't even protect their own guests—and conspiracy theories would ensue.
Even if the god of wisdom Odin racked his brains, he never expected that Corellon would go to such lengths for this visit - the welcome he provided was really not up to standard!
Corellon, however, seemed to be too kind.
——It’s also too naive.
The first reaction of this powerful Elf God King after arriving at Joseph Garden was to look around and admire the scenery, and even looked back from time to time to observe the World Tree that reached from heaven to earth.
He walked on the Rainbow Bridge naturally, as if he was on a spring outing.
However, while Corellon was relaxed, Odin was the complete opposite.
God King Odin walked swiftly yet steadily, shaking Corellon's hand warmly. "Your Majesty, I have predicted your kindness and heroism countless times, but upon meeting you in person, I still find that I was too cold. I never imagined that the person who arrived here would be the true god himself! I will definitely visit Arvandor in the future to thank you for your kindness today."
"...Uh." Corellon was stunned for a moment, his eyes evasive. "A return visit is easy. Avandor welcomes every guest who comes from afar, but the matter of the main body has its reasons, so there's no need to elaborate."
Odin was stunned for a moment.
The main body's personal visit is the most significant thing today. In comparison, the bet is completely insignificant - why can't it be mentioned?
However, the god of wisdom Odin's eyes turned and he "understood" it.
That's humility.
Corellon treated him with the highest standards of etiquette, but he did not use this to threaten him. The Elf God King only respected another God King and did not want to gain anything from it.
Odin took a deep breath. He had long known that Corellon had friends throughout the universe, but now, seeing it with his own eyes, he finally understood why.
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At this moment, Corellon placed his hands on his servants and said with a smile: "Filaresel and Lashriel, I emphasize again: if you two dare to leave the table at this moment and go to Angrith to complain, you will no longer be my servants."
The faces of the two Seraphim servants flushed red, and to outsiders it seemed as if they felt honored by the grace.
But in fact, the brother and sister were angry.
"Your Majesty! How could you be so reckless and adventurous! In any case, you should not leave the kingdom of God alone with your real body!" Lashriel tried to rescue him one last time.
But now, he knew it was too late.
The God King Odin had already seen Corellon appear in his original form, but now he suddenly changed into his incarnation - this visit went from a visit of the highest level to a humiliation.
Except for the most open-minded gods, their expressions would change immediately. It is not impossible for them to turn against each other on the spot.
Filleresel murmured, "Lord Corellon, if you want to relax, it doesn't matter whether you use your real body or your avatar!"
"Of course there is a difference." Corellon said seriously, "How can I, using my avatar, be treated so respectfully by another God King?"
Filleracell was silent for a moment, then said in an incredulous tone, "So, you really did skip work and secretly come here to eat, drink, and have fun."
Corellon was silent for a moment, his face slightly red, and he said seriously: "Fileracel, don't talk like Metatron of the Mithril family."
Just as the Elf God and his servant were whispering to each other, the two gods finally came together.
Corellon is naturally one of the oldest gods, born in a time when the world was still in darkness. However, Corellon has always favored the image of youth, at most a middle-aged man who resembles a child, less than ten years old. He is also tall and has a flawless and charming appearance.
In short, there is no trace of exercise at all, as if he is a poet who plays musical instruments and sings every day.
Odin was Corellon's polar opposite—his long, snow-white hair and beard, his skin etched with subtle wrinkles, a testament to his age. Though unarmed, his calloused hands betrayed his mastery of magic and a supremely skilled warrior. A wisp of hair drooped, obscuring his blind eye.
However, Odin could clearly sense the almost endless divine power within Corellon's body.
Odin came to the conclusion after just a simple contact.
——If you want to kill Corellon, the entire pantheon must be fully prepared, secretly poison him, set an ambush when he is off guard, and preferably take hostages, only then there is a slight chance of success.
Any enemy with a bit of bottom line would be no match for Corellon in a head-on fight.
Odin made these estimates almost instinctively, without any ill intention. Before his hands clasped, a smile spread across his face. "A feast has been prepared within the Golden Palace. I would like to invite His Majesty Corellon to taste the mead of Asgard."
"I just hope that everyone won't laugh at my drunken state when I'm drunk." Corellon laughed out loud.
Even though the two main gods were not that close before, their gestures were close enough that their relationship quickly became familiar. However, the two Seraphim servants did not dare to relax:
The petitioners in Joseph's Garden are the craziest of the crazies. Even the demons in the abyss know how to bully the weak and fear the strong. The heroic spirits are truly fearless!
Even if Corellon was not injured, the four craftsmen beside them were injured, which made Seldarine look bad in front of outsiders.
Odin waved his hand lightly, and the rainbow bridge across the sky split into a branch road, leading straight to Odin's Golden Palace, and other gods under Odin's command had already been waiting in front of the palace.
At this moment, Corellon casually asked, "Excuse me, have the three goddesses arrived?"
"...The Three Fates?" Odin was a little surprised. "They are not my subordinates. I am afraid..."
The three goddesses of fate insisted on the immutability of fate, and the web of fate they wove determined the future of gods and humans. Even with his great power, Odin could not escape the shackles of fate.
Odin might invite these three to the feast, but he would not allow them to help welcome Corellon.
At that moment, countless thoughts raced through Odin's mind: Could this be Corellon's true purpose? To use his humble attitude to impose a bunch of impossible demands on him, thus using this opportunity to cause trouble?!
"Ah, no, no, no." However, just as Odin began to think about how to strike back at the Seldarine, Corellon explained, "I'm talking about the three goddesses, Mystrel, Selûne, and Tyche, who, like me, have close ties to Toril. They may also attend this meeting."
Among them, Tyche is indeed the goddess of fate, but her power is much weaker - she is simply unable to control the fate of other gods.
Odin wiped the sweat off his forehead invisibly. If Corellon had spoken a little slower, Gungnir would have flown from the Golden Palace into his hand.
"The Moon Goddess and the Demonic Web Goddess have arrived. However, they are currently staying in Valhalla and have not yet come to the Golden Palace," Odin said. "After confirming your arrival, my Valkyrie has gone to inform you."
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[These gods... there are too many of them.] Sig couldn't help but mutter in the telepathic connection.
At this moment, they have arrived at the Golden Palace.
This is the residence of Odin and his wife Frigga, and it is also a place where many Asgardian gods often visit or even stay temporarily.
The Kingdom of God is the center of faith, and this is the center of the Kingdom of God.
At this moment, a divine king is about to host a banquet for another god. The entire pantheon will gather here.
And Emilia, who comes from the future, knows that Selûne was probably the most outstanding god in her heyday, and the several future gods of Faerûn may not be stronger than her at her peak.
And in the future, Mystrel will be able to stand above all gods as a lone man.
To exaggerate a bit, this banquet will soon gather four God King-level gods. Even in the multiverse, this is a premier event.
The banquet hall in the Golden Palace was already packed with gods, many of whom were several times taller than Emya and her party. Corellon and Odin sat side by side at the other end of the long table.
Flanking Odin were his wife Frigga, Thor, Tyr, and other gods. Corellon's two Seraphim stood behind him, and beside them were Mystrel and Selûne, also from Toril.
Almost all the gods under Odin in Asgard have arrived.
Emiya and her group and four elf craftsmen sat at the end of the long table.
Without the giant transformation technique, they wouldn't even be able to see the table!
However, now Emilia is thinking about a problem very seriously.
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