Outsiders might simply think that Miss Metatron used some secret technique to burn the evil fallen angel into a pillar of light, and that the remaining afterglow of the spell was enough to create a brand new forest... although this might indeed be his teacher's true original intention.

When he saw this scene, it was as if he had been scared by cockroaches one day and couldn't sleep, and his adoptive father, who was always calm and kind, suddenly took out a heavy machine gun from under the floor and used 12.7mm bullets to send all the cockroaches to meet the Cockroach God.

Even though he knew that his adoptive father would never do anything bad to him, the cockroach nest was indeed destroyed, which was still a bit too horrifying.

Ignorance is bliss.

At least now, the ordinary druids of the Circle have no objection to the arrival of an iron army, and can even turn a blind eye to the fact that the shadow elves have taken out reserves that clearly exceed their survival needs, without Fenwë deliberately suppressing them... all for the sake of the Sharptooth Forest.

"...Burp, I have to say, these elves have a really strong palate." Asur of Tethyr, a Tyrian paladin who hadn't seen Emya for several months, burped and said half-jokingly, "The salt on this piece of bacon, half the size of my palm, is enough to make me drink an entire water bag of water."

"Their living conditions were originally quite difficult," Emiya explained. "Now they've finally become better off, to the point where they can live a somewhat... luxurious life."

After a brief greeting, there was silence.

Asur of Tethyr looked at the gorgeous shawl on Emilia and couldn't help but say, "...It's been several months since we last met, Your Excellency Emilia. No, now I should say Your Majesty."

"Not to mention you, even I'm shocked by the Halua people's decision," Emiya said. "But in just a few months, I've already felt the weight of responsibility."

Asur glanced at the inscription on his breastplate and sighed. This paladin was now one of the leaders of Elturgard. Elturgard had become a near-complete theocracy, maintained by several churches. And he, a leader of the Church of Tyr, now had to manage state affairs, manage arguments, and lead the Knights of Hell. He felt completely exhausted.

If his old partner, Bishop Polias, retired at this time and passed the responsibility of the Tyre Church to him, he would have no choice but to resign.

"Now, Elturgard has no intention of severing ties with you... Rather, you missed the grand occasion when the news of your ascension reached Elturgard."

"……grand occasion?"

"Back in Elturgard, you sold a large quantity of weaponry at prices slightly below market value. If I may be frank, market value often refers to ill-fitting second-hand equipment. You sold perfectly fitted, finely crafted pieces, and each of you effectively made hundreds of gold from the trade. And now, this already lucrative trade has become a personal creation of the Mage-King Halruaan." The paladin sighed. "During those days, the Hell Knights tasked with cracking down on the black market were bored to death—there were only buyers and no sellers, and everyone realized they were only one step away from becoming a millionaire."

Asur pointed at Emilia's hand. "Originally, one-fifth of the Hell Knights were locals looking for decent jobs, one-fifth were envious of the Hell Knights' high-standard equipment and treatment, one-fifth followed the orders of their elders and represented the Church in expanding its influence among the Hell Knights, and one-fifth came because they admired the legend of Apodale. The last one-fifth were fans of the drow ranger, but they didn't want to live in the forest like him, munching on snow... at least not every day."

"...I see." Emilia raised her eyebrows. "No wonder Mr. Drizzt has been signing autographs these past few days."

"It seems you've been hiding well these past few days," Asur said. "I hope there will be no shortage of Hell Knights looking for your autograph."

"Manual signing is too troublesome. I don't have the time, but using magic signing defeats the purpose of signing," Emiya said. "Now I'm conflicted... I originally wanted to send Elturgard the latest iteration of equipment, but it's obvious that this will seriously dilute the value of my original equipment..."

"—Give as much as you can!" Even Tyr's followers were unusually flexible when they encountered the true God of Wealth. "After the devil left, all lending in Elturgard has ceased. Even if some fools really go bankrupt hoarding souvenirs, at least the Hell Knights have enough supplies and won't starve to death. There's no need to consider their feelings!"

"Very well," Emiya solemnly removed several threads from her waist. "I don't have time to connect them one by one. I'll trouble you to deliver them to Elturgard."

"...I'll definitely bring them back as they are." Despite saying this, Asul was still curious. "Are these dimensional caves? Halrua is indeed rich. What's inside them?"

"Inside this dimensional cavern is a newly crafted coral bow, made of new materials. It's probably one of the strongest bows in the world. If there are any sharpshooters in Elturgard, you can give it to them."

"Excellent! Elturgard still has some rangers."

"And here are the armors for the Rising Sun Sect." Emiya took out a sample from her dimensional bag. "Twenty sets in total. I had no idea they would be coming, and I certainly didn't expect them to be so helpful. I made these on the spur of the moment."

Asur's eyes slowly followed the armor and his mouth widened.

That was a piece of armor that was... extremely cool.

Damn, is there really pure golden armor in this world?

This thing is completely a moving target during the day. It would be hard for an archer to resist aiming at it, right?

...Then, when the Shengyang Sect saw these things, they were afraid that they would really be unable to move.

But this is just the beginning.

Asul had just tested the performance of the armor and had not yet stopped praising it when he discovered a problem that made his pupils dizzy.

"...Mr. Emiya? Why is this armor enchanted?!"

The meaning of enchanted armor is completely different from that of ordinary armor. Facing attacks from all kinds of monsters and demons, only enchanted armor can provide effective protection. Asur heard that the warriors of Halrua can even cast spells normally while wearing enchanted armor!

If Emilia made dozens of new types of armor, that would be within his imagination...but enchanting the hastily made armor?

Is this just a sample for demonstration?

"...I have a new opportunity." Emiya said simply, "Now, enchanting items doesn't take up much time."

God damn it's not too time consuming!

If Asur was not mistaken, the enchantment on this armor was already the highest level of protection. This kind of armor had completely reached the point where it was completely out of stock, and even hundreds of thousands or even millions of gold coins might not be enough to find a buyer. It was an heirloom of the entire church, comparable in value to the Holy Avengers of the past!

Asul took a deep breath and tried to cover up the matter: "I was just imagining things. How could every piece of armor be like this one..."

"..." Emiya, who was still sorting out the other samples, raised her head. "They're all the same. They're all enchanted."

Asur lost his balance and felt that the dark Sharp-Tooth Forest was surprisingly bright, so bright that his eyes were full of golden stars.

He could only stumble and hold on to the big tree next to him. He took a deep breath and said with some envy: "...What a lucky bunch!"

But there is nothing much to say... These guys from the Rising Sun Sect wiped out hundreds of elite drow in one blow. This military achievement cannot be erased.

Emiya didn't quite understand his current thoughts and continued to introduce his gift. "Then there's this dimensional cave. Inside is an iterative Holy Avenger. The base material used is more comprehensively upgraded than the first generation. Please go to Baldur's Gate and give one to Grand Duke Apodel. The rest will be distributed by the Tyr Church."

"……hiss……"

Asul felt that perhaps all his life's gaffes were not as severe as those few minutes.

King Halrua, who used to be so calm and aloof, now spoke like a volcano erupting, and every word he uttered was earth-shaking.

They had heard some rumors in Candlekeep that Emya seemed to have a way to mass-produce Holy Avengers.

Considering the weight of the Holy Avenger, if he could make five or six Holy Avengers in his lifetime, it would be enough to make him a friend of all the Holy Knights.

The Holy Avenger is the treasure that all holy knights dream of, so much so that it is a semi-public item in all churches. No holy knight would agree to his fellow believers being buried with such a treasure, and it has always been passed down from generation to generation.

Therefore, entrusting Emiya to create the Holy Avenger was a very urgent matter, but also very difficult to ask for - they were worried that they could not afford the corresponding remuneration.

But I never expected that Emilia would actually deliver it!

Just this one dimensional hole, even if there are only two or three Holy Avengers in it, is enough for him to become an ally of the Three Pillars of Justice.

"...Thank you very much." Asur wiped his eyes, "We will definitely find the most powerful, most loyal, and most worthy member of these holy swords..."

"No need to bother," Emiya said. "I don't know the exact number of paladins in the Church of the Three Pillars of Justice. We can only do as much as we can in the time available. There are five hundred Holy Avengers inside. If Elturgard can't use them, please distribute them to other churches... It would be even better if we could use this to establish connections."

Asul froze in place, his brain completely shut down.

An ordinary number, linked to a treasure like the Holy Avenger, made the world suddenly become absurd.

What do you mean by five hundred Holy Avengers?! Before today, there were perhaps only five or ten of these divine weapons left in the entire continent. The reason for this uncertain number is that many holy swords have been lost!

As soon as you open your mouth, you add two zeros?

In the past, there might not have been so many paladins who were qualified to see the Holy Avenger with their own eyes!

And then, this is where it fucking begins.

Emiya pointed to the remaining dimensional holes. "The armor inside is matching, the same as the one given to the Order of the Rising Sun, full plate armor with top-tier enchantments. I used the Elturgards for reference for the specific dimensions. If there are any discrepancies, you'll have to bear with it. Fortunately, the enchanted armor is much more stretchable. I really don't have any vests, as the material consumption is too high."

"These are five hundred Silvermoon Steel Maces. I guess a lot of priests need weapons."

"These are five hundred solar steel shields."

"And this is the Moonlight Sword, upgraded with Silver Moon Steel. Its energy load has increased by another 40%..."

Familiar numbers are associated with equally familiar objects.

Why is it so unacceptable?

Asul stood there in a daze at first, but finally he could only lean obediently against a big tree.

He wanted to faint, but he didn't dare.

He was afraid of waking up and finding that it was really a dream.

He gritted his teeth and listened until the most outrageous things began to emerge: "...Then, I plan to expand the number of airships and give some to Elturgard as well."

The holy warrior finally couldn't hold on any longer and his consciousness went blank.

"...Mr. Asur? Mr. Asur?"

Just as Emiya continued to call out the dishes, she finally realized that something was not right with Asul and quickly stepped forward to support him.

At this moment, Asul, who seemed to have fainted, suddenly opened his eyes, and Emiya was stunned when she saw this scene.

The Church of Tyr had never required its followers to be blind, and Asur was certainly not one of those extreme believers who would commit self-harm.

However, this time when Asur opened his eyes, his eye sockets were a strange iron-gray color with no highlights.

Asur's voice suddenly became quite old: "...Emya, when do you think we last met?"

Emiya was silent for a moment, then said, "...No matter which side you look at it from, it should have been a few months ago."

"I don't think so," Tyr said. "When we last met in Elturgard, you were clearly not that strong, and you didn't even recognize me. The last time you saw me now was over ten thousand years ago, right?"

Twenty-eight Revisits to Old Friends (Part 2)

The past cannot reveal what will happen in the future, but the present can reveal what is happening.

At this point, Emilia said simply, "Yes. You have a keen eye."

Tyr shook his head. "If the divine descent takes too long, it will have irreversible consequences for my followers. We'll discuss this further when we reunite. The biggest problem right now is that the true location of the Divine Non-Gods' attack isn't the material plane. More accurately, they've become content with their current sphere of activity."

Emiya shook her head. "So they went to the Twilight Realm?"

"That's right," Tyr replied. "In my opinion, the Twilight Realm is an extremely sensitive area. The four of us aren't very popular among the gods because of our outstanding talents. So we originally planned to wait, but now I realize that I underestimated their greed."

Tyr paused. "I'm afraid there were some casualties in this battle. Did you try to use the resurrection spell?"

"I paid for the required materials and didn't pay attention to the follow-up." Emiya realized a terrible problem halfway through her words.

Tyr's dull, iron-gray eyes cast a deep glance at Emiya. "Those bastards are using a ruthless method to cut off the source of our resources. If we don't recapture the Hazy Realm in a short time, the souls of those who died in this war..."

The luckiest outcome is being taken hostage.

And their opponent is the devil.

Emiya couldn't help but shudder, finally realizing that the current situation was not that optimistic.

"I think this matter cannot be concealed."

"Absolutely not," Tyr said. "With the devil's methods, if they want to spread the word, the whole continent will know within a few days. Then all the believers will ask me a question: Am I so incompetent that I don't know, or do I even distrust my own believers? I can't answer that question. If this matter were to be exposed on the eve of the decisive battle, it would be a fatal blow to people's resolve.

"Come to the Golden Palace, and we will discuss this matter in detail."

"...Huh?" Emiya was stunned for a moment. "Golden Palace?"

He had thought that Tyr had moved to Mount Celestial.

"When faced with such a major event that has swept across the entire continent and involved dozens of gods, I have no choice but to shamelessly go back and ask for help." Tyr sighed deeply.

"...How is the Golden Palace now?" Emilia couldn't help but ask.

"...?" Tyr's dull eyes couldn't help but register a hint of confusion. "What do you mean? Aside from the Wild Hunt's commander resigning and Loki causing chaos in the Golden Palace, nothing much is likely to happen."

Emiya opened her mouth.

What he wanted to ask was naturally about the Ragnarok. Ten thousand years had passed since he visited the Golden Palace... If it were based on Earth's standards, Ragnarok would have already ended.

However, judging by Tyr's reaction, Ragnarok is probably the end of that religion.

Every year, every month, some people shout that the end of the world is coming...

Then, the next day, the sun rose as usual.

Emiya shook her head.

The best outcome would be that he accidentally became a prophet. But as it is now, the Twilight of the Gods is still a long way off.

"Then I'll see you at the Golden Palace, Lord Tyr."

"Meet you at the Golden Palace, His Majesty the Mage King of Halruaa," Tyr said unhappily. "So you were already king when you went there... I actually thought you were just a talented adventurer. If I had known you were so extraordinary, I should have been more vigilant!"

Asul paused, swayed, and then staggered to his feet: "...I fell asleep?"

"...No." Emilia replied calmly, "It's just that your Lord God just borrowed your body for a short time."

However, without Emiya telling him anything, Asul could also realize that many changes had taken place in his body.

Asur was a middle-aged man nearing old age. After their recent conversation, his originally sparse beard had grown long and thick, and he appeared considerably wiser. His pupils, previously dull and iron-gray, had become unusually clear.

...From the moment on, it's a completely positive change. But if it lasts any longer, Asur might develop more ominous traits similar to Tyr's. Tyr knew this, so he only chatted for a few words before leaving in a hurry.

"...I'm truly honored." Asul said.

As for what they talked about specifically, Asur didn't ask at all.

If Emilia could tell him, she probably wouldn't hide it from him. If it was a secret, then he shouldn't ask.

As expected, Emiya said, "Sir Asur, there's something I'm not sure if the Church of Tyr has discovered... The resurrection spell has ceased. I've already agreed with Lord Tyr to deal with this matter immediately. In the meantime, if the devil makes any moves, I'll probably have to ask Elturgard to take care of it."

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