Equipment Printing School Mage

These three goddesses have a good relationship with him, so they probably wouldn't come all the way from the bottom of the World Tree just to see him make a fool of himself.

Odin still didn't know what gift he would receive - Corellon and Mystril kept the news secret.

Even the god of wisdom would be terrified when faced with a future that he cannot control.

"Today was supposed to be an ordinary day in Joseph's Garden. But the darkness dissipated with the morning light, the ice melted with the spring sunshine, and this ordinary day has become different because of your visit."

"As the host of Asgard and the Golden Palace, please allow me to welcome today's distinguished guests!"

Fortunately, today, all the gods in Joseph's Garden were indeed invited, and the opening welcome can be said to be sincere and without any exaggeration.

At most, these guests were clearly more civilian in nature, not quite to the taste of the roughnecks of Asgard, and their applause was a little perfunctory.

Amidst thunderous applause, Corellon Larethian finally stood up and said loudly: "Fate is the most unpredictable thing in the world. It can bring fear and resentment to people, but it can also bring surprises - and now, I have to hate fate."

In an instant, there was dead silence in the Golden Palace.

He paused, then suddenly laughed out loud: "Why has fate brought me and you, and the God King Odin, to a formal reunion so late?"

This turn of events stunned everyone in the Golden Palace, and then they burst into laughter.

The gods of Asgard naturally did not admire the rigid style of Celestial Mountain. Even Tyr smiled and shook his head at this moment: Corellon Larethian was indeed a gentle and easy-going god.

Corellon showed no arrogance, as if he were the God King, whose status far surpassed that of the other gods. Instead, he stood up and said seriously, "To commemorate this meeting, I have had four of the most outstanding craftsmen in my kingdom spend countless hours and energy to meticulously craft a gift for God King Odin!"

This statement is true - when Corellon returned from Arvandor and found that these idiots spent most of their time making statues, he was not angry.

A bet is just a bet.

As a gift of meeting, they should spend more time and energy.

The gold elves claim to be the subspecies closest to Corellon, and it is not entirely without reason.

However, Corellon was indeed very confident that there would be no problems with this gift.

He personally pulled out a huge space gate in front of the gods.

Then, the Golden Palace fell silent again.

Emerging from the space gate were two extremely familiar gods.

The two gods were practically opposites—both were fully armed, as if charging into battle. One seemed young and strong, the other slightly older. Both, however, held eyes filled with wisdom and power.

One of them carries a longbow on his back and holds a long sword in his hand, while the other holds the reins of an eight-hoofed divine horse in one hand and a long spear in the other.

The only problem was that the two gods were still present, one sitting at the end of the long table and the other next to the statue.

This statue of astonishing scale is almost entirely carved from marble, but the craftsman's ingenuity is almost impeccable - the statue's face still shines with luster, and the beards and hair of the two gods are spread out, as if they are roaring in the air.

The two men raised their weapons high and met in the air, as if they were close friends about to part ways and rush to the battlefield.

The gods present could even see the chain mail underneath the god's fluttering, thin cloak!

This was clearly a sculpture, yet its expression and appearance were so lifelike that even the gods could not help but stare in amazement.

Even Emiya and his companions fell into silence for a short time: no matter how annoying these elves were, their skills were indeed impeccable.

Using inanimate objects to create a real-life illusion is the ultimate display of skill. Emilia might be able to carve stone to resemble the living, but creating flowing hair or even transparency from stone... such techniques are beyond his ken.

The God King Odin exhaled softly, closed his eyes, then opened them again and said seriously, "This statue will be the most precious item in my treasure house."

After several discussions, the Divine Kings finally decided not to publicly discuss the bet. The final decision on the outcome of this match would be made behind the scenes.

Therefore, in the eyes of the gods, it was another king of gods who was willing to give Odin an extremely rare work of art for the sake of friendship. From then on, Odin's treasury had another treasure that he could boast about forever.

In a flash, the Golden Palace became extremely noisy, filled with congratulations and praises, and the voices seemed to want to push the roof of the Golden Palace open.

Amidst the noise, Odin was the happiest and most relaxed one in the room.

Artwork of this level has reached the limit of his imagination.

No matter what level of gift Mystrel's side presented, in the face of works of this level, it was not unreasonable for Odin to rule that Corellon was the winner!

He was worried that the elves might cause another accident, but now he saw that everything was stable!

As long as the elves are serious and don't underestimate the enemy, they are sure to win these events!

This way, he could save a valuable favor.

Thinking of this, the wrinkles on Odin's face seemed to relax as if they were about to bloom. He waved his hand and used his divine power to send the statue to the treasury of the Golden Palace. Then, he couldn't help but look at Mystril.

The elves have come this far, why bother competing? It's just a joke, why not just call it a day?

0:1 is better than 0:3, right?

Selune whispered to Aimia, "...I now believe that your work, while astonishing, is unsure whether it can surpass the elves."

However, at this moment, Emilia said: "There are some things I cannot say, but I can tell you - now, I am 100% sure of winning."

【real? 】

【real. 】

Selune shook her head—she didn't believe it.

But, after all, she is Misriel's sister.

Selûne stood up and said, "Your Majesty Odin, my sister Mystril, after meeting you, was also impressed by your wisdom, strength, and knowledge. She has brought you a gift, and I hope you will accept it."

The God King Odin naturally couldn't speak his true feelings out loud, and instead said, "A gift like the statue His Majesty Corellon brought is something you only see once every few centuries. And today, I'm honored to receive two at once!"

"Then, everyone, please take a look."

The gorgeous moonlight flows in the palace, and huge paintings emerge in the moonlight.

The moonlight slowly peeled off from the corner of the painting like a curtain, and the cold air almost rushed to spread throughout the hall.

On the canvas, there is almost endless ice and snow, as if the sun has gone out and spring and summer have disappeared from the nine realms.

"...Is it a depiction of the winter of the Nine Realms?" Skadi, the goddess of hunting and winter, murmured. "Could it be a canvas depicting the entire landscape of Midgard?"

The moonlight slowly dissipated, and Heimdall couldn't help but stand up from his seat.

Only a corner of the canvas was exposed, but he had already seen the collapsed and shattered Rainbow Bridge, his eyes full of disbelief.

——What? Is Misriel here to cause trouble?

The Rainbow Bridge is the entrance to Asgard, a sentry post, and a beacon tower.

The collapse of the Rainbow Bridge means only one thing - Asgard has been invaded.

Is this theme suitable for a gift?

Soon, Heimdall saw himself in the painting.

Hell, if the elves used meticulous observation and skill to depict Heimdall's expression, then Mystrel and his party used the most brutal methods to restore it.

Now Heimdall has confirmed that its form is more like a relief than a painting.

The only problem is that there is no carving at all on this relief.

Oh my God, that craftsman named Emya simply embedded an accurate reproduction of Heimdall on a base of unknown material!

A miniature Heimdall stood atop the broken Rainbow Bridge, his horn barely blaring as his other hand drew its sword, engaging another god in battle. His helmet, cloak, armor, and weapons all shone with a staggering magical aura. Furthermore, every piece of magical equipment was identical to his own!

Heimdall's body may still be marble, but all of his magical equipment has been reproduced in proportion, enchanted, and finally inlaid on the relief!

The most outrageous thing was that, although the god who had fought Heimdall wasn't present, everyone in the Golden Palace recognized his face. It was Loki, the God of Mischief—and Emya had even made a complete set of equipment for Loki!

The rainbow bridge did not use any colors at all, but was controlled by a constant rainbow light spell.

At this time, only a small corner of the entire relief was revealed!

Next, behind the collapsed Rainbow Bridge, is the broken and collapsed World Tree Yggdrasil - this majestic ash tree has lost its former vitality, and its forest-like roots are exposed from the ground, covered with bite marks.

And the world tree in this painting... was naturally made by taking the seeds of a real world tree.

The gods present could hardly help but cast their glances at the three goddesses of fate and Emilia at the same time.

This guy named Emiya is so bold - does he know what position the World Tree holds in Joseph's Garden? Even if he wanted to invent a grand scene, he shouldn't go so far!

That's the World Tree!

If the World Tree collapses, wouldn't that be a disgrace to the three guardians, the three goddesses of fate?!

However, the three goddesses who should have been angry were not angry at this moment. Instead, they cast meaningful glances at Emilia who was sitting at the end of the long table.

Emiya lowered her head.

Predicting the future is a very rare ability in Norse mythology. The only people who can really guess what this relief means are probably the three goddesses, their father Mimir, Odin and a few others.

This is a gamble that is almost speculative!

Selune also felt her scalp tingling at this moment - she was really worried that after the relief was completely exposed, Emilia would not be able to get out of here alive.

But now, the arrow is on the string and has to be shot.

Then, a black dragon appeared, almost covering the sky and the sun. It flew out from the side of the roots of the World Tree, with acid in its mouth, and flew high into the clouds, like a prisoner escaping from a cage, and as if it was about to dive down and destroy the world.

“—Nidhoggr?!”

The moment they saw the huge black dragon, all the Norse gods present could not help but stand up. The most impatient ones had already reached for their weapons when they saw the poisonous dragon that seemed to be roaring.

They even forgot to glare at Emilia and planned to kill Nidhogg with their swords!

"Sit down!" Odin shouted sternly, calling the gods back from the cold of Fimbulwinter.

They are not on the battlefield, and what lies before them is not enemies, but fine wine and delicious food.

At this moment, the elves have also fallen silent.

In terms of artistic level alone, Emilia's works can be said to be too mechanical.

The statue was certainly lifelike, but the problem was that it was so accurate that it looked as if it had been cast from the god himself! It was far inferior in capturing and highlighting the original owner's expression.

But that's where it ends.

All other features seemed as if the gods themselves were imprisoned in the painting—and the murderous aura of the imminent battle in the painting made the gods unable to restrain themselves.

At the same time, Corellon and Angris looked at each other.

The subject matter of this painting is somewhat... strange.

The Asgardian gods seemed to have figured out what the painting was about, but they were still completely in the dark.

Nidhogg and the others knew that he was an enemy of the Asgardian gods... but to put it bluntly, who doesn't have enemies? Even describing the battle of the gods wouldn't be so exciting, right?

Then, just as Odin ordered his subordinates to calm down, his own eyes could not help but be fixed on the relief.

Odin, the god of wisdom and war, finally appeared on the relief.

This God-King naturally occupied the center of the scene. He held high his divine spear, rode his divine horse, and trampled the corpse of a giant wolf. His descendant, the God of Silence, Vidal, held down the wolf's remains, as if worried it might awaken—and the bloody hole in the wolf's skull was still bleeding!

Gazing at the giant wolf, Odin and Tyr's seats vibrated simultaneously. It was the giant wolf Fenrir! Tyr's arm had vanished into the wolf's mouth—and according to Earth's legends, it was Fenrir who slew the God-King Odin during war.

In comparison, the fact that Gungnir was aiming at Nidhogg in the air was no longer important!

Then, the reliefs were revealed faster and faster, and more and more gods began to eagerly find their place on the entire battlefield.

Under the giant wolf, Thor, the god of thunder, flew out with his hammer, Mjolnir, tearing through the venom and piercing the giant snake's head, which was now spewing deadly venom at him. Tyr, the god of justice, had already pierced the head of a giant hellhound with his greatsword.

At this point, the gods' mood had completely changed.

They stopped being startled and began to focus on their heroic figures and achievements on the battlefield - every time a new god appeared on the battlefield, cheers broke out at the banquet.

The chill on the canvas had dissipated unnoticed, and a strong flame began to shine on the relief - and the source of the flames was a headless giant who was falling.

The flaming giant sword in his hand spewed out endless flames, almost turning the entire world into a sea of ​​fire. The only thing that made the gods breathe a sigh of relief was that the seriously injured Frey was standing on the remains, holding high the head of the fire giant.

Then, the relief finally reached its end.

Beneath all things, in the underworld, Balder and Hodr, the gods of light and darkness, have torn the boundaries between the worlds and launched an attack on Hera, the goddess of the underworld.

In silence, the moonlight finally dissipated completely, but the gods were still staring at the relief, as if the future and fate of the entire Nine Realms had been engraved in it.

They had only watched the unveiling of a relief, but the shadow left by that bloody, tragic yet epic war seemed to pass over their bodies - even though the war had not even happened yet!

There are almost no traces of art on the entire relief, only the most extreme restoration.

The black dragon was made of dragon scales, the corpses were from the beasts' enclosure, the flames were made of elemental amber simulated by Mystril, and the ice used as the base of the relief was made of the essence of Igilok.

It should be said that this was an all-out praise. The craftsman hid himself behind his work with a respectful attitude, and used his work as a stage to praise the bravery and wisdom of the gods. In return, the eager gazes of the gods at this moment almost ignited Emilia.

[…Successful?] Alaster and Fenwë asked cautiously through the telepathic connection.

"Success." Mithrael replied with a grin. "If gods could have heart attacks, at least half of them at this banquet would have collapsed by now!"

[But you, Emilia, what exactly is painted on this relief? ]