The most crucial thing is Tyr's disability - he should have been the one to reorganize the situation at this time.

Odin shrugged. "...As I said, this third battle ended the moment Tyr was dragged down by Thor."

Corellon was silent for a moment, thinking about it, then gave a wry smile. "Any other God King would have probably gone up to discuss things by now. But I don't want to. Those idiots are already killing each other efficiently enough. I can't send them any more weapons."

"Emya is good at more than just weapons and equipment." Odin didn't know much about Faerun's situation, so he responded casually.

"It's all the same in the end," Corellon replied. "They never disappoint me in the matter of disappointing me."

Every family has its own problems, and Odin doesn't intend to say anything more at this time.

At this moment, Corellon had just put down his wine glass when he looked outside the Golden Palace, frowning: "...What, the Heroic Spirit also has a magic ship? Was this also built by Emiya?"

"This is Emya's final wave," Odin replied. "The Heroic Spirits refused to obey orders, so he could only do his best to teach the ordinary Heroic Spirits simple tactics to help them engage the Wild Hunt in close combat. And those elite troops, numbering only 30,000, will be responsible for the final blow."

In the clouds of Asgard, airships are descending from the clouds.

Countless sails roared in the air, and the gun muzzles on the sides of the ships reflected a terrifying light.

"...I guess most of the Wild Hunt are here. If we can wipe them out, the remaining Wild Hunt won't be able to cause much trouble."

Ivar looked at the Rainbow Bridge through his telescope and nodded. "Luckily, most of the Wild Hunt chose to go through the Rainbow Bridge. Our Berserkers did a great job. It's our turn next! Lord Tyr should start worrying about how to command a million Wild Hunt!"

Thirty thousand elite heroes all boarded the airship and waited in the clouds early.

Next, they will use firepower to deal the final fatal blow to the Wild Hunt on the Rainbow Bridge.

Then, these airships will tell the fleeing Wild Hunt that the skies no longer belong to them.

He raised the horn, and the roar resounded through the sky.

The Wild Hunts who were still hesitating near the Rainbow Bridge looked up in astonishment and found that countless metal cones were falling towards them from the distant sky.

Seeing this, Corellon covered his forehead in pain. "...My friend Odin, I've been hiding something from you. Now I realize the mess I've made is even bigger than I anticipated."

Angris was silent for a moment, then took a sip from the mead cup in front of her and sighed, "That Mistral guy has never been one to suffer in silence. Now that I think about it, that bet was a trap from the beginning."

"...Huh?!" Odin, who had thought he was the only one who had suffered a major loss in this match, slowed down his movements and put down his beer glass as if he was not paying attention. "--Tell me more!"

"In short, I offended Mystril once before. She said that as long as I could defeat her, she wouldn't ask for compensation. But if she won three times in a row, I would have to hand over the crafting method of the Moon Blade, one of the Seldarine's treasures.

"Damn it! The Sun Elves pray 30,000 times a year, hoping I'd give them a magical artifact like the Moon Blade. I've never relented... If they ever found out I'd taught anyone else how to make such a magical artifact, they'd definitely make a scene on Evermeet!"

"...Puff. Cough." Odin glanced at Emiya and his group.

The Emiya who accomplished the supreme feat had obviously just become the Chosen One not long ago, and silver fire still flowed from the corners of his eyes from time to time.

The best way to help people get rid of pain is to see that others are more unfortunate than themselves.

Of course, Fayara's tail feather is precious, but Odin actually just suffered a loss, which is not a loss - it is reasonable to give a tail feather to a mortal of this level.

In comparison, Corellon was the one who suffered heavy losses!

Although he was already laughing inwardly, Odin's facial expression control was impeccable. He remained calm and comforted her, "That kind of artifact wouldn't be easy to make, and if it were leaked, the impact wouldn't be significant."

"It's nothing!" Corellon swore, a rare outburst. "That magic ship that Emya built in a month is equivalent to what several elven empires would produce in decades! If the Moon Blade's crafting method falls into the hands of a monster like this, the sky will fall!"

The Elf God King, with a distressed look on his face, filled another cup of mead and drank it all in one gulp. "...I have no choice but to admit defeat! Mystril, come out with me. I need to pay the bet!"

Forty-seven The forest here is quiet (end)

Generally speaking, the sky belongs to the Wild Hunt.

This gives them absolute initiative on the battlefield, allows them to choose battlefields at will, and allows them to concentrate superior forces on any battlefield.

——However, all this has become history.

The smell of blood on the Rainbow Bridge was so strong that even Heimdall frowned. The wide Rainbow Bridge was completely filled with corpses. A waterfall of blood rolled down the Rainbow Bridge, adding the most eye-catching decoration to the entrance of Asgard.

The main force of the Wild Hunt encountered the enemy... or more accurately, paralyzed the command system of the Wild Hunt in advance, and ambushed them at the plane gate where the Wild Hunt was most vulnerable to information cut off, using weapons and tactics that the Wild Hunt had never heard of.

An hour later, the final battle was over, and the Heroic Spirits' target began to shift from the Wild Hunt to pinning down the surviving Berserkers.

The last airship to arrive destroyed the Wild Hunt's last counterattack ability. The Wild Hunt had no idea where they were, who they were fighting, or where they were going next. Although they did not intend to surrender, they had to evacuate the battlefield with all their strength to preserve their last strength.

However, this is the target that the elite heroes are waiting for - those lucky wild hunters who are not involved in close combat become prey, and are chased up and down in the sky by airships.

Although Grani is a divine horse that can chase flying birds, the airship's straight-line speed is not much inferior, which is enough to put enough pressure on the fleeing Wild Hunt and prevent them from reorganizing.

Some of the Wild Hunt realized the airship's only weakness: its sheer size. So, thinking they had a plan, they charged into the forest, causing it to tremble. In such situations, the airship would often give up pursuit.

This scene was soon imitated by a large number of Wild Hunts, and more and more Wild Hunts chose to descend into the forest.

However, as soon as the Wild Hunt hid under the treetops, the forest would immediately resound with laughter of surprise and screams of terror, and then both sounds would slowly die down amid the sound of swinging metal and spurting blood.

Soon, the airships stopped chasing, rose into the sky again, and patrolled in groups in the sky.

Inside the Golden Palace, Odin had already begun summarizing the battle. "There are still twelve hours until the end of the battle, but the Wild Hunt's casualties have already exceeded 80%, while the Heroic Spirits' losses are less than one-tenth. Meanwhile, the Heroic Spirits' Berserkers are nearly annihilated. Unfortunately, the Heroic Spirits' aerospace navy remains virtually unscathed, and no Wild Hunt has been able to successfully board their airships."

"The Wild Hunt attempting to enter Asgard through White Dew Lake lacked intelligence and were unaware of the existence of the Heroic Spirits' Aerospace Navy. As a result, the 3,000 Wild Hunt were discovered by the Aerospace Navy immediately after they assembled. Over half of them were killed, and they have now been completely dispersed.

"I'm so sorry." Odin shook his head. "Even the surviving Wild Hunt have become scattered guerrillas, hiding in the forests from the Heroic Spirits and completely losing their combat effectiveness. The only Wild Hunt cavalry that remains are two squads led by Wenceslas, totaling over a thousand men. If Wenceslas wishes to win, he must lead these thousand-man squads to slay over 800,000 Heroic Spirits to turn the tide—assuming they themselves do not suffer any casualties."

There was complete silence in the Golden Palace, and many gods had already cast eager glances towards Emya - they were sure that they had seen the limits of a mortal.

Even a true god would be exhausted to accomplish such a miracle...but it seems that Lunia's Emiya did not pay much price for it.

He even armed the Heroic Spirits while providing Thor with powerful magical equipment and a magnificent set of reliefs for Asgard!

Odin stood in the center of the Golden Palace and said, "As Asgard's God of War and Wisdom, I hereby pronounce this judgment: The Wild Hunt has been severely damaged. The remaining Wild Hunt and Wenceslas's two divisions have reached their limits. It is impossible for them to search for the enemy, assemble, charge, and retreat in the dense jungle and the boundless sky in just a dozen hours, and ultimately, with a thousand men, to kill an enemy dozens of times their number without suffering a single blow.

"So, even though the deadline hasn't arrived, one thing is certain—the team led by Mr. Emia of Lunya, representing Mystril, the goddess of the web, Selune, the goddess of the moon, and Tyche, the goddess of fate, has won three consecutive games in this event with an incredibly strong performance, despite no one being optimistic about them. This is an unprecedented victory!"

Then, Odin and the gods raised their glasses to Emya, which scared Emya and her group so much that they stood up quickly.

At this moment, two gods who had been fighting with each other for nearly two days and two nights finally returned to the Golden Palace.

Both of them had certainly sustained severe injuries—but those were injuries that hadn't been allowed to heal naturally. Given their divine powers, the cost of healing them was a drop in the bucket. Thus, by the time the two arrived at the Golden Palace, Tyr had already donned his old armor, while Thor remained in his battle-scarred Thunder Armor, his face brimming with joy.

Tyr, who has always been tough, now has a look of fatigue on his face - these two days have really been like a year for him.

After learning that Odin had finally relented and agreed to award the Wild Hunt an early defeat, Tyr didn't think it was unfair, but...

Finally relieved.

The two commanders straightened their appearance and said, "My Lord!"

Odin nodded. "Tyr, I have already pronounced defeat on you and the Wild Hunt. Do you have any objection?"

"No objection," Tyr replied.

In fact, on a normal battlefield, when the main force of the Wild Hunt was destroyed on the Rainbow Bridge, it can be said that the defeat was inevitable - the remaining people could only be responsible for gathering the defeated soldiers and trying to rebuild.

However, Thor looked embarrassed. "My Lord, I have informed them that the Ascension War is over and they can rest now. But the vast majority of Heroic Spirits strongly refuse to cease fighting. After every Ascension War, the Wild Hunt has hunted them until the next morning. So they don't want to stop early this time either."

"They are willing to trade the reward they deserve for the right to hunt endlessly today."

Hearing this, Odin's long eyebrows twitched, and the other gods also let out dull laughter.

The number of Wild Hunt is far less than that of Heroic Elves, so in the past, even if the Wild Hunt could repeatedly defeat the Heroic Elves, the casualties of the Wild Hunt were still inevitable. The difference in casualties between the two sides was actually not particularly large. Often the Wild Hunt would lose 20%-30% of their troops, while the Heroic Elves would lose nearly half.

Because of this, the two sides always fought fiercely for a whole day and night without stopping.

Like today, the Wild Hunt was almost wiped out, while the Heroic Spirits only lost one-tenth of their troops. It was a tragic contrast that entered garbage time so early. It was truly unprecedented.

Odin sighed deeply, "I knew it... If they want to fight, then let them fight! Tyr?"

Tyr shook his head. "I admit that the Wild Hunt was indeed quite domineering during the Ascension War. This day will come sooner or later... I have no objection."

Tyr was chased and beaten by Thor for almost two days and two nights, so he could be said to have shared the hardships with his subordinates.

Then, the last two gods also arrived at the side of the long table.

The golden elves had left, and Emiya and her group were the only mortals left at the long table.

But now, the status between gods and mortals is reversed, and there are wine cups everywhere.

"This glass of wine is for all the participants who worked hard for these three games!" Odin raised the glass high, said loudly, and then took the lead in drinking it all.

"This cup of wine is dedicated to the greatest craftsman in Asgard right now, Her Excellency Emia of Lunya!"

"To Emya!" The gods of Asgard joined Odin in drinking. Not to mention the three goddesses, even Corellon and Angrith's gazes were filled with admiration and respect.

It is your enemy who makes your sure plans fail. It is your best friend who makes your uncertain tasks succeed.

The one who can make the nonsense that even the gods think is impossible come true is a rare genius, worthy of the respect of the gods!

Before the game started, even the gods could hardly foresee this result - and Lunya's Emia must have been the most important link in this great victory.

At the same time, Odin naturally had not forgotten the ostensible purpose of this event.

Odin had finally come to his senses: Corellon and Mystril had made a bet, but they had chosen to use his ascension battle as a stage. Over and over again, they had escalated the bet to the point where they had even lost a Phaara feather.

However, it didn't matter to him - no matter what, all the gods present were indeed Odin's guests, he was indeed the host of this event, and there were indeed gods from all corners of the multiverse visiting.

That was enough for him—not to mention, he also got to know the rare craftsman Emilia of Lunya.

Now that everything has settled, it’s time to return to the original purpose of this event.

"This cup of wine is for the everlasting friendship between us," said Odin.

"Honor your friendship!"

The feast continues. This time, enthusiasm is the most fragrant wine, and words are the most delicious delicacy.

Among the gods, the most precious thing is the friendship between them.

Of course, the real wine and food continue as usual.

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"Guha——!" The goddess of fate, Tyche, poured the mead into her mouth without any manners, and then filled the cup of Elastrid next to her again.

"...My Lord." The moon elf lady's silver-white face was already full of blushes, and she looked much more lively.

However, this flawless and charming face was burping non-stop: "I really can't drink anymore——"

"Then use your magic on yourself!" Tyche, the goddess of fate, hugged Elastri's face and rubbed it violently. "You've already used it once to neutralize the poison. Just use it again."

Elastrid's face flushed even more red. Her little trick hadn't been able to hide it from the Lord God. She could only shamelessly avoid the question, "The third match isn't over yet."

"Whether we win or lose the third match, it has nothing to do with you." Tikha smiled brightly. "You can't interfere in the promotion battle now, so you can only drink with us here."

Elastrid blushed.

Strictly speaking, she wasn't an adult among the elves, but having grown up in human society, she was inevitably very precocious and had been a formal priest for many years. But in front of Tyche, she seemed to have turned back into a child.

From this perspective, Tigray, who forced the child to drink alcohol, really did a lot of evil.

Elaster shook her head, trying to steady her slightly drunken body. "We... haven't got the spoils yet."

"Ah, a great adventure should indeed end with a rich reward." Tyche nodded seriously.

“…” Elastrid didn’t dare to speak anymore.

The remaining few were given the Silver Fire and became the Chosen of Mystrel, gaining unprecedented power.

Not long ago, she witnessed with her own eyes that Emya broke through to the ninth ring and began to call upon the magic power in the world with several times the efficiency of the past. Within a few days, Fenwe covered the entire Asgard in the forest.

And she... is now the chosen one of three goddesses at the same time.

It’s okay for others, but she is the one who is least qualified to receive the reward.

However, Tyke didn't seem to think so at all. Instead, he began to think seriously: "A team like yours is really troublesome...Properties? You're probably not short of money, right? Treasures? I'd rather ask Emilia to work overtime than give you anything. Status? After you stop adventuring, you'll be second to none, right? It's hard to even give you power now..."

Elastrid whispered, "I've gained the most from this journey..."

"The journey itself is a reward. Just consoling yourself with that. Now that you've achieved such a great victory, how can you return empty-handed?" Tyche swayed, taking the opportunity to pour another glass of liquor into Alestria's mouth. "Anyway, I've had quite a bit of fun watching the Asgardian gods' expressions change several times."

"Let me think..." Tikka's eyes rolled around, and suddenly he slapped his thigh. "Oh, right. You're not young anymore, do you have a crush on someone?"

“Pfft, cough cough cough cough—!” Elaster, who had been a little hesitant, suddenly jumped up. The liquor she had just swallowed choked her mouth, causing her to cough uncontrollably, her face flushed red. “What are you talking about!”

"Yes or no?" Tikka snorted. "Love, marriage, union—how many people's destinies have been changed by this? I take this matter very seriously! If you don't want to discuss this with me, then I'll go find the Daughter of the Night Sky."

The Lady of the Night Sky is one of the aspects of the Elven God-Queen, and the nickname of Sehanine Moonbow. She is the goddess of love and beauty, serving as a moon elf.

It can be said that asking her to be responsible for Elastrid's love life is a true professional match.

"No, no, no—!" Alaster could only wave her hands in her drunken state. "How can I ask the Seldarine to help with matters concerning foreigners... Ugh!"

Then, Elastri realized that she had spoken out of turn and subconsciously glanced at Emilia.

Marrying with foreigners is a taboo for the elves. The gods of the Seldarine can only accept it with a pinch of their noses and will not take the initiative to promote it.

However, she just admitted that she has someone she likes, and her target is not an elf.

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