Equipment Printing School Mage
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"Thank you for your blessing."
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With a soft buzzing sound, the gate of the Golden Palace opened wide for Emilia and her group.
The carving that Emya had gifted to Asgard ten thousand years ago had been washed away by time, yet no trace of it remained. The entire glittering Asgard seemed to have been engaged in a battle on the mural for over a dozen millennia without a break.
Odin's hearty laughter greeted Emya. "Finally, after ten thousand years, our great craftsman has finally returned! It seems this Asgard still has something more captivating than the Phaara's tail feathers. After over ten thousand years, the participants of that grand event have finally returned..."
Then, before he could finish his words, Odin and Corellon both opened their eyes wide, while Tyr silently tilted his head to the side, the muscles in his cheek twitching slightly.
The two God Kings' gazes almost simultaneously fell on Emiya's side.
Emilia was certainly an important guest, but she was far inferior to his lover.
"—Misriel?!" the two God Kings exclaimed in unison, "Didn't you die thousands of years ago? When did you resurrect?"
Tyr had naturally recognized her long before. However, when they first met in Elturgard, Yin and Emya were clearly not in the right state, far different from what he remembered. Therefore, Tyr pretended not to recognize them at all.
He had kept his mouth shut for months. He hadn't expected to see this free-spirited, thoughtful God-King break down—Tyr had to try hard not to laugh.
Silver smiled even brighter. "I'm not Mystrel. Your Majesty Corellon, Your Majesty Odin, nice to meet you. I'm the fiancée of Eimia of Lunya. You can call me Silver."
Corellon and Odin looked at each other.
Appearance, personality, voice, abilities and even speaking habits, no matter how you look at it, it's the same person!
Of course, her strength had indeed plummeted, but both God Kings could see that her control over the Silver Fire was still the same as it was in its heyday.
What is this doing?
The first to react was Corellon.
At this moment, Team Emia's posture was quite strange.
At this moment, Yin was sitting between Emilia and Elaster with extraordinary determination.
One hand held Emilia's hand.
——The other hand seemed to be on guard against the pastor lady.
"You are his fiancée?! Then what about you back then—"
Corellon hadn't finished speaking when he was met with Silver's brilliant smile, "Your Majesty Corellon, how many days do each of the three aspects of Angrith usually spend with you?"
The Lord of the Seldarine, struck in a sore spot, immediately raised his hands in surrender: "...I have no problem with that."
But it was obvious that a stranger who didn't know Corellon at all couldn't know this private information.
Odin's beard trembled as he spoke, "...Alright, alright, let's get down to business! Mr. Emiya, you and your... fiancée, have come back to us after ten thousand years. What's the reason? Are you still looking for Fayala's tail feathers? Coincidentally, they haven't been reserved yet."
"That's not the case. I came here for help... or perhaps to learn," Emya said seriously. "I believe His Majesty Corellon has already said that the God of Death in Toril has left his post, and now the realm of the dead has become a no-man's land. And the other day, several of my men died of old age. I think I must find a place for their souls to rest.
"I would like to seek your advice and that of Miss Brunhilde—how should we properly guide the souls of the deceased?"
Odin shook his head. "—That's the same as what His Majesty Corellon said. Guiding the souls of the dead is quite difficult. Many of the dead don't even realize they're dead, so getting them to go somewhere spontaneously is quite difficult. The normal solution is to pile up manpower. That's why Asgard has more Valkyries than the Wild Hunt."
"What if there are still enemies competing now?"
"The only option left is to send more men," Odin said calmly. "Your Majesty Corellon, if you've already defeated the enemy, but Arvandor simply doesn't have enough men to guide the elves' spirits in the short term, then I'm happy to send more men. But if the Valkyries risk being attacked or even suffering massive casualties during this process... I can only suggest you come up with another plan."
Corellon sighed again.
He simply did not want to involve the Seldarine pantheon in the great pantheon war, hoping to keep the elves completely out of it.
After fighting with numerous gods for tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of years, experiencing separation and death, he was completely fed up with it.
Why do people always want to drag Seldarine into this again?
As if reading his mind, Odin glanced at Corellon and shook his head. If Corellon had killed Lolth directly, the suffering of the Seldarine could have been alleviated by 80%. If he had also killed Malkaykid, the suffering could have been alleviated by 90%.
The God King himself is kind-hearted and lenient, so outsiders have nothing to say.
Emiya was troubled by another problem: "I don't mind fighting the enemy to the death, but the strength I can mobilize is not enough to fight the enemy and save souls at the same time."
"Then, the process of guiding souls is itself a battlefield," Odin said. "We must find a way to separate these two things. Valkyries are not all elite warriors, nor are they Wild Hunt. If they die in the outside world, they are truly dead. I cannot bear such a loss."
It is easier said than done.
Everything happens in the hazy realm. How can we isolate ourselves?
Go to the Hazy Realm for a decisive battle now?
Emiya has not yet been able to make this decision, and most of the warriors in the mortal world are even less able to do so.
They need to establish an advantage in the Hazy Realm.
Corellon, now a man with a look of despair, slumped down in his chair without any manners, saying, "Those guys in Avandor are very angry about this, but they're hesitant to actually take action. The few who are willing to take action are only willing to protect their own believers. Oh! If only Serlet were here."
Emilia and her group immediately pricked up their ears.
"Selret? The God of the Mystique?" Odin asked curiously. "I don't know much about him, but I know he seems to have stopped moving."
"He's always been focused on defense. With him around, protecting souls, protecting Arvandor, and guiding souls isn't a problem... But the area he protected, thousands of years ago, has shrunk to just his own home, from the entire Elves and the Seldarine." Corellon said bleakly. "The door is locked within a lock, even Tyr and I are nowhere to be found. He won't go out, see anyone, or make a sound. I'm completely helpless."
"Your Majesty, what exactly happened to Serret?"
"His power was depleted due to excessive construction of mythals, and he fell to the level of a demigod. So, he designed a ritual and sent his avatar to various mythals in the mortal world to collect a considerable amount of faith power and create an artifact. He originally intended to use this artifact to restore his own power, but the ritual was somehow leaked, his avatar was ambushed by that idiot Mala, and the artifact was lost." Corellon naturally knew everything about Serret's situation. "He was deeply shocked and has lived in his palace ever since, never to leave. I want to help him, and I have to be able to see him!"
The Lord of the Seldarine grew angrier as he spoke. "The power he had gathered with such great difficulty has been lost, and he simply pretends to be dead. He doesn't want the power of others, only his own—is he a child?"
"So, that ring contains Serret's divine power?"
"That's right," Corellon said, pouring the wine from the glass in front of him. "I once organized priests to search for it, but found nothing. Even after destroying the Malar Church, we still couldn't find any results. Ultimately, we had to abandon the matter. Hunting down the Beast Church in the forest was too crazy. We couldn't organize it frequently, and the resistance kept growing. In the end, the matter was shelved.
"One thing, two things, one day or two days, all of them are not going well!"
"Then I think we have a solution." Emiya said, "I came to the upper plane this time because I wanted to bring a gift to Afanduo."
"Your absence is the greatest gift," Corellon said grumpily. "Ten thousand years won't be enough for those creatures to forget your visit. Give them at least another ten thousand."
"That has nothing to do with me. I brought this as a gift for Serlet. I hope you can help pass it on." Emilia slowly and firmly placed the most precious trophy, the mysterious ring transformed from a human, in front of Corellon.
"I told you. I can't even see him—" Corellon snorted, glancing drunkenly ahead.
Startled.
The wine was already at his lips, but Corellon forgot to open his mouth to swallow it, and let the sweet mead flow down from his chest.
Then, Corellon's voice completely changed, and the depressed middle-aged man instantly regained all his energy: "Selert's Mimi-Lock Ring?! Where did you find it?!"
"On the bodies of members of the Malar Church," Emiya said. "They hid it for thousands of years. It was a lucky escape."
The dignified God King leaped up without any ceremony, snatched the ring back into his hand, and vanished from the Golden Palace in a flash, leaving only his lingering voice: "Great, great! Everything can be solved! Your Majesty Odin, I'll take my leave first! I have urgent matters to attend to now! I'll apologize later!"
Thirty-two Odin's words
"—Your Majesty Corellon... is he leaving just like that?"
After all, this was the first time that Mars followed them here. Seeing that one of the most powerful gods in the legend actually behaved like this, he felt like his eyes were about to fall out.
"You'll get used to it." Emilia said silently, "Since we met him, he has been elegant and majestic at best..."
"Because Corellon doesn't need that kind of thing." Having successfully shirked his obligations as an ally, God King Odin was in high spirits and became more talkative. "Tyr values rules and probabilities, and is a serious person, naturally intimidating without even anger. Many superiors have to rely on mystery to maintain their status—but Corellon doesn't need these side tricks, so he has always been unrestrained and does whatever he wants."
Tyr said silently, "Without the Seldarine pantheon, he would be truly free."
"But Corellon only finds his children annoying when he's in trouble. Most of the time, he enjoys it. You can't only remember your friends and family when you need help, Tyr." Odin raised his glass and said, "Thor and Ilmater are both your teachers and friends. Can you say they haven't caused you any trouble?"
"That cannot be called trouble, Your Majesty."
"I haven't said what they did specifically yet." Odin smiled happily. "Anyway, as long as they don't force me to send the Valkyries to the front lines, everything else is fine. It's also a good way to exercise my almost dry brain. Tell me, what exactly happened in Toril right now that friends who haven't seen each other for thousands or even tens of thousands of years are coming to visit me in person?"
"Actually, I don't know the enemy's specific intelligence very well." Emiya sighed. "We only speculate that our enemy has established a foothold in the material plane and begun to erode ordinary secular forces. At the same time, the main force should be attacking cities and strongholds in the world of the dead, plundering the legacy left by the god of death."
Odin's beard twitched. "Like I said, give more details. Let's start with the enemy. Who are your enemies?"
"They call themselves the Gods Not Gods Society, believing solely in the All-Knowing One, the divine being above all. The All-Knowing One, in turn, claims that several gods, including the Demon King Asmodeus and the former Magic Goddess Mystra, are merely his incarnations or aspects. In short, we believe the Gods Not Gods Society, with the devil at its core, has rallied around several evil forces to form an alliance."
"Which evil forces are they, and what are their demands?"
"Let me explain this." Tyr shook his head. The Church of Justice had fought these enemies for thousands of years, and their understanding of them far surpassed Emya's. "In short, they are a classic group of evil god cults: they spread destruction and terror to make ordinary people fear their main god, then recruit the most wavering fools as agents, ultimately draining talent and power in the process. The only difference between them is that their methods vary depending on the main god's priesthood."
"A bunch of scattered soldiers...even political enemies." Odin raised his eyebrows. "Yet they came together...they must have a common interest, an interest that far exceeds their usual goals. What is that goal?"
"Two godly positions and the divine power within them." Tyr gave an extremely affirmative answer, then reached out his hand towards Mystril with great determination. "That All-Knowing One claims to be the former goddess of magic, Mystra. Unfortunately, she is only a former goddess after all. Even though her appearance has not changed and she has obtained some magical webs, she is only comparable to some powerful divine messengers in this respect. Therefore, the position of the God of Magic is still vacant. And not long ago, the God of Death made a mistake and was dismissed..."
"So, the already incredibly generous prize pool has been enriched with another prize... The positions of two exceptionally powerful and crucial gods can indeed allow them to temporarily unite—not to mention the readily available lucrative opportunity of the Death God Kingdom."
The position of the Goddess of Magic itself is not that powerful, but Toril's position as the God of Magic seems to come with the control of the magic network, which suddenly becomes invaluable.
In comparison, the position of the God of Death is very popular in every world - it may not be so glamorous, but no matter how powerful the gods are, they dare not despise the God of Death.
Frey and Freya are siblings, but because Freya now controls half of the dead, Frey is now just a guest general in Asgard, and his status can only be said to be quite high. However, Freya is almost on par with Odin.
"...It's truly generous," Odin said sincerely. "If I were a god of Toril, I'd surely be ready to make a move right now... This alliance between the gods and the non-gods isn't so much about standing together as it is about repelling good competitors. As soon as the good side loses its offensive capability, they'll inevitably fall into infighting. Have you considered showing weakness to the enemy?"
"There was originally a glimmer of hope, but now it's impossible." Tyr glanced at Emiya. "Your Majesty Emiya just recently easily crushed a church outside one of his territories. The total casualties were probably less than a hundred."
"..." Emilia was silent for a moment, then said, "Actually, there are only twenty."
"Twenty against thousands?! Your Majesty?" Now it was Odin's turn to be shocked. "You? A twenty-two-year-old king? And a military strategist?"
"No, I'm not a military strategist," Emilia said. "Those people died for similar reasons to the Wild Hunt in the Ascension War."
However, Odin was even more shocked. "Wait a minute—I thought you were so generous just for the feathers of Fayala. Could it be that you usually give away such large quantities of divine weapons?!"
There is a huge difference between a craftsman who can make magical weapons and a craftsman who gives away magical weapons in large quantities after making them!
"Unfortunately, His Majesty Emya is truly like this on a daily basis," Tyr said expressionlessly. "His wealth is already quite astonishing, yet he doesn't care about money. His abilities can lower the cost of creation and speed up its production—and finally, he just gives away his creations as if they were free."
"...So it's just tens versus thousands?"
Tyr sighed. "Even so, the heaviest casualties actually came from a surprise attack by a fallen Seraph… If it weren't for her, the casualty ratio would have been even more terrifying."
Odin leaned forward slightly, unconsciously clutching Gungnir beside him, as if eager to fight himself. "Outnumbering against the few, using the strong to bully the weak—that's the key to victory. Yet you're still hesitant... Is it because you're less agile than them?"
"...How is that possible?" Mars laughed. "Compared to Emiya's airship, even a god would be a turtle on the shore."
"Then what are you afraid of?" Odin frowned, patting his spear. "Based on the current description, your logistics are being replenished by Emya at no cost, so your combat power is quite certain. So is the difference in numbers... Well, the devil army, while far less numerous than the demons, is still considered elite, and their morale is high. They're definitely not something a single planet can easily defeat."
At this moment, Emilia noticed that Tyr was looking at him.
At the same time, Tyr seemed to be winking at him to pay attention to Odin.
At first, Emya didn't react to Tyr's intentions, but Odin was already immersed in his own world. "But no matter what, you now have extremely elite local combat forces, overwhelming strategic mobility, and abundant logistical supplies... At present, the biggest drawback is that all of this is too dependent on you, Emya. As long as you are safe, Emya, you will at least be invincible. Your enemies will not be willing to make up for tens of thousands of casualties on your behalf. Even the gods cannot accept such a level of loss."
Odin's true character has always been unclear.
Emilia could only guess that this seemingly friendly God King was actually very cunning. He seemed kind, but in fact he was just a politician with a little bottom line.
He might not kick Corellon when he's down, but he wouldn't go to his grave either. He'd be willing to do good or help when it's needed, but he wouldn't do anything for no reward.
As for personal hobbies, Emiya has no idea.
But now, Odin seems to have finally revealed a small corner of his real life.
Odin's cheeks were slightly red at this moment, and he kept talking -
In fact, Emya's trip was not originally to visit Odin, but just a side trip, because he didn't think he could offer any bargaining chips to persuade Odin.
But now, he suddenly had a bold idea, and Tyr must be thinking the same thing.
So, Emilia said at the right time: "Your Majesty Odin, our biggest problem now is the lack of a commander."
"..." Odin's voice paused, and he continued, "Since you already have a mature combat force, how can you not have a commander? Commanders all rose through the ranks on the battlefield. As long as we keep fighting, there will always be one."
And Emiya noticed that when he said this, Odin grasped his magic spear again.
"I must clarify one thing," Emiya said, narrowing her eyes slightly. "It's a bit of an exaggeration, but without me, our strength wouldn't be so strong. At least, we wouldn't be able to destroy thousands of Church troops at such a small cost. And I'm only twenty-two years old this year, and I ascended the throne of the Mage King just a few months ago. Before that, Halua and I had never met before."
crunch.
Odin tightened his grip on the gun handle a little more, and his speech unconsciously quickened. "So—you brought about the beginning of an era, and now everyone, perhaps even yourselves, haven't fully adapted to this new era. That's why you said you have no commander."
"That's right," Emiya said. "I certainly have some ideas about how to use these creations, but I have no experience commanding an army, and I'm also very busy, so I can't handle multiple roles. In fact, these forces are seriously lacking in integration and organization, and currently rely entirely on the powerful strength of individual soldiers to fight."
Odin hesitated for a moment and asked, "...Tyr? Don't you have anything to say?"
"Your Majesty?" Tyr asked in surprise. "Look at me! I'm still using the most old-fashioned two-handed greatsword, and I don't know how to maximize the effectiveness of the airship. You know the difference between the God of Battle and the God of War."
"...No, no." Odin's hand suddenly loosened, a look of alarm on his face. "—This topic is strange. Why are we suddenly talking about this?"
"Because this is indeed our most objective problem right now," Emiya said seriously. "We don't have any outstanding military commanders. The supreme leaders of each faction, those with the prestige and ability to mobilize troops, also happen to be the highest-ranking combatants on each side. Perhaps they should be used to charge into battle rather than remain at the rear. And there's no one who can command the troops of multiple factions simultaneously."
Odin stared at Emya and Tyr's faces again and again, and then fell into a long silence.
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