Resolution of the Fifty-Eight Divine Kings

Emilia thought he was well prepared for the Seldarine's sudden actions, but he was still stunned when the second guest came towards him.

He was a towering god, radiating a scholarly air. He was several times taller than Emya and her companions, and clad in what should have been an ornate and elaborate elven robe. The reason I say "should have" was because the god had clearly neglected to care for his clothing, leaving the fabric wrinkled and creased, and in many places, on the verge of breaking under the strain.

But in the eyes of Emiya and his companions, this god is far more dangerous than he appears: the magical winds like tsunamis and hurricanes are roaring and fighting each other beside him, tearing each other into pieces in front of this god.

The god's extremely sloppy and disheveled appearance was obviously caused by these magical storms.

He was still mumbling, "It's impossible to prevent it. The connection between the elves' spirits is not something I'm qualified to block."

If Emiya and his group were caught in the storm, they would at least be injured.

This god walked step by step on the spiral staircase, and his huge body easily blocked most of the way for Emilia and others.

"...This..." Emilia hesitated, "Sir?"

"Countermeasures are not difficult..."

"gentlemen?"

"The problem is discovery. How can we find out that the other party has started using Ascension...eh?"

The god finally woke up from his own world, restrained the magic power around him, lowered his head slightly, looked at Emiya and his group, who were less than his height, and said with some apology: "Sorry, I was immersed in my own world again."

Then, he floated out of the stairs and slowly passed by Emiya and her group.

“………………”Emia and his group saluted silently in his direction.

They now have only one question to ask.

The Seldarine gods in the side hall also wanted to ask the same question.

"What is he going to do!?" Shenhai Sashela was devastated.

He had already agreed to take the biggest scapegoat, so why did something like showing off to ordinary people end up like this!!!

Forced to stand up, Fimaro Mosderin lost the right to rebel on the spot. His face was stern, but he kept his mouth tight: "Of course, to achieve our common goal as brothers and sisters."

The Wandering God was once again glared at. He simply shrugged, "That's just the way Mythreon Serret is. But I do have a way to get him into shape quickly."

"What are you going to do?"

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Mithrein Serret was not too far away from Emiya and his group - because Emiya and his group were also looking back every few steps.

This was the first time they had seen a God so out of touch with reality.

Misriel wasn't crazy so much as she was just a bit lacking in worldly grace. And this guy, on the other hand, looked like a complete nerd among nerds.

Just as Mythryn Serret was about to drift away towards Emiya and his group's residence, the voice of the Wandering God finally rang in the ears of the Mythryn God: "Mythryn, you seem to have been troubled by the matter of ascension recently? You don't seem to be paying attention to the outside world."

As Ryan continued to float, he replied to his brother: "Yeah, so why did you force me out here? I don't even know what the person I'm looking for looks like."

If a god wanted to know, then of course it could be done. But Mythrien Serret was unwilling to waste even a little energy in such a place.

"Then you shouldn't miss your guest today," Mythrien Serret said. "He was hated by the Seldarine because he discovered he was targeted by Ascension and then killed three of the casters."

"Is this true?! How did he find out?!"

"I'm not sure about that," the Wandering God said, "but they will participate in the meeting today."

"That's great." Mithrein Serret gave a heartfelt cheer, "Then I'll go today!"

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The Seldarine are truly mysterious.

I punched the air with full preparation, and that was about it.

Emya knew that Mythrin Serret would be their ally, but Mythrin Serret was a rather mysterious god. According to Selune, this mythal god usually lived in his mythal palace.

Outside the palace are countless mazes, one inside the other.

Permanent protective magic on Faerun often has its limits, and is generally not strong enough for even a powerful wizard. But this one is different. The area outside his palace is a chain of miasmas personally constructed by the Miasma God - anyone who wants to challenge it can give it a try.

On weekdays, he never leaves Afanduo, and rarely even leaves his own residence.

So, Selune actually didn't know Mythrine Serret either.

I didn't recognize Emilia and her group at all.

Maybe that nerd is Mithrein Serret, but Emilia really can't convince herself - the gods who will come to visit on this road should all intend to put pressure on Emilia and his party.

Why would the Seldarine send such a nerd to put pressure on us?

He doesn't understand.

But he didn't dare to admit it rashly.

It's understandable that mistaking a god's name is extremely offensive—especially if it's based on a stereotype.

And he could only watch helplessly as the sun-like source of magic behind him suddenly teleported to the gate of the spire of the Crescent Moon Holy Forest. He excitedly greeted the two Seraphim Gods in front of the gate and rushed in.

"I'll bet fifty gold coins," Sig said, "he must be Mythreon Serret."

Elastrid murmured, "I think so too."

The elves as a race, and the Seldarine as a pantheon, to put it mildly, are brimming with vitality from top to bottom.

It's unlikely that this rare nerd would be found in such high-spirited Seldarine.

But in short, the result is certain.

"Lord Lashriel, Lord Filleresel." Aimiya bowed slightly. "Aimiya, Alestria Starsong, Finwe, and Sigur are here."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Lashriel bowed in return, then gave his sister a practiced glare.

As expected, being stared at by his brother, Fillorisel returned the gift very reluctantly.

The Seldarine had already gathered in the side hall, and Mystril and her companions couldn't possibly be any slower than mortals. Therefore, the four of them were indeed the last four to arrive.

They arrived, and the two Seraphim closed the temple door behind them.

However, there was one thing: Corellon and Angris were not there for some reason.

Even Mystril and the other three goddesses were not present!!! Even the figure of the God of the Mystique had disappeared.

Emiya thought the outcome had been decided, but when dozens of five- and six-meter-tall giants cast their gazes at her from the table, her breath stopped for a moment.

These giants were quite strange—they looked like brothers and sisters, their facial features somewhat elf-like, but in reality, their bodies were vastly different in many ways.

Should he say hello?

At this moment, a Seldarine god sitting at the other end of the long table, next to the main seat, leaned forward slightly.

His skin was as deep blue as the sea, and his fingers were like fish fins.

The god of sea elves, Deep Sea Sashela.

"Lord Emiya of Lunya, from your name, you appear to be from Mount Celestial." He wore an elegant smile. "We rarely gather together. It was His Majesty who decided to grant you the Moon Blade technology, but fearing we might retaliate if we learned of it later, he decided to make the matter public to avoid further disputes."

This decision can be considered from two aspects: Corellon could try to release the secret secretly, but this God King is not a cautious person. This secret may be leaked one day, and the impact may be even greater. The Seldarine gods may be furious and secretly retaliate against Emya and her party.

There is no such thing as being on guard against thieves for a thousand days in this world. Dozens of powerful gods have tried their best to make them suffer, and they are elves with excellent memories...they will have endless hardship in the future.

The Crown War lasted for thousands of years, so it would be easy for the Elf God to hold a grudge against them for 20,000 years.

By laying the matter on the table, Emiya and his group would have a legitimate reason and the opportunity to convince the gods to take the Moon Blade technology away.

Whether they can seize this opportunity depends on their abilities.

As for whether to give up this opportunity?

It can be said that it is almost impossible to give up.

To put it simply and bluntly - the Moon Blade is one of the most powerful weapons in the world.

Maybe none of them.

Is the Moon Blade more symbolic than practical? That's from the perspective of the Seldarine. Born gods, they follow the most powerful God-King, nearly invincible across the multiverse. Naturally, they despise the Moon Blade's power.

But for mortals, it is a completely different matter.

The Holy Avenger was certainly powerful, but it was also overly reliant on the Paladin's own strength. Even Larloch was terrified by Apodel's use of the Holy Avenger, leaving a group of fledgling Paladins with only the ability to use it as a magical shield.

The most important thing is that what Corelon provides is not the formula, but the technology.

This represents how Corellon designed the Moon Blade and how the runes on the Moon Blade were realized—

To put it more exaggeratedly, Corellon meant that he would tell Mystrel the ultimate secret of the magical items.

Later, this meant a full range of technologies to manufacture the latest fighter jets, nuclear submarines and nuclear-powered aircraft carriers.

The spellcasting materials they obtained in this generation are just trump cards, not regular powers at all.

Could the now-repaired Halrua defeat Asmodeus? Emilia wasn't 100% sure. To improve his odds, he'd grab at even the smallest straw, let alone a towering tree like this.

Just as Emiya was having a mental storm, Deep Sea Sashela took advantage of the absence of all of Emiya's supporters and simply showed up: "Sir Emiya, you have the right to take the Moon Blade, but have you considered the potential cost of doing so?"

After finally making up her mind, Emilia said seriously, "First, please allow me to ask you something: Do you know why we were fortunate enough to receive this permission?"

Of course the elven gods knew.

But Deep Sea Sashelas did not answer this question.

That bet was actually overwhelmingly disadvantageous to Emiya and his group. Individual magical equipment, artifacts...

All that’s left is a competition of advanced magic.

Accusing Emilia of cheating and asking her to prove herself was a trump card she was going to use in front of Corellon.

"But there's one thing we still don't understand," Emiya asked. "Gods, do you want the Moon Blade to not be leaked, or do you want yourselves and your tribes to have the Moon Blade as well?"

Of course, it would be best if Corellon only revealed the secret to his own people and continued to guard it tightly - but such words could not be said out loud.

Deep Sea Sashela's pupils shrank slightly: "Of course, it can't be leaked."

"That's a shame," Emiya said. "If it's the latter, then today would have been an opportunity, an opportunity to ask His Majesty to loosen his authority. Perhaps from now on, the Moon Blade will no longer belong exclusively to the Moon Elves."

It was a proposal and a threat.

Corellon had made a promise, and it must be fulfilled. If the gods no longer blocked this request itself, but instead used this rare opportunity to demand other rights, such as opening the Moon Blade to other subraces, or being granted other weapons, Corellon would likely relent and at least provide some other compensation.

If we continue to fight over the Moon Blade's uniqueness, both sides will be exhausted...

Corellon is actually not a mature main god. If this goes on, he might become so stingy.

The proposal was tempting, but the gods could not surrender. Deep Sea Sashelas was silent for a moment, then said, "Goddess Queen Angrith will not like your proposal."

Then he looked deeply at Elastrid.

She was a pure-blooded moon elf, and as a Seldarine, he could recognize her immediately.

There is even a moon blade on his waist.

Doesn't she care?

It is quite disadvantageous for a Moon Blade User to have her unique weapon lose its aura.

As if sensing the gaze of a god, Elastrid's eyes narrowed slightly as she replied, "My Lords. You may think that as a Moon Blade Master, I should be deeply concerned about this matter and shouldn't side with Emya... Your perspective is too high, and therefore you cannot see the sights that a mortal like me would see.

"It's not that I don't care about the uniqueness of the Moon Blade. It's just that I'm only a mortal, and I'm focused on more personal matters."

The Seldarine gods were stunned for a moment - the Moon Blade is the symbol of the clan and the most important treasure of a clan. What could be more important than the Moon Blade?

Elastrid and her teammates looked at each other, nodded, and took a deep breath.

She took off a special dimensional bag and arranged a dozen sharp blades emitting faint moonlight on the long table.

Each one is a true moon blade.

The only problem is, these moon blades don't have any runes or any family crests on them.

This is usually impossible - each Moon Blade is specially forged for a particular family. It is rare to produce a large number of Moon Blades at once.

Even if there is, it is not something that Emiya and his group can do.

"What is this?" asked Deep Sea Sashelas.

Elastrid said calmly, "I'm sorry, but I don't know. Or rather, I don't remember."

"what for?"

"I can only guess that they once belonged to a certain family." Alaster's voice was almost filled with tears, "However, the Fourth Crown War broke out, and the forbidden power of Ascension began to wreak havoc on the land of Faerun.

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