Bayer was stunned for a moment, and a few traces of flattery appeared on his ferocious face: "I'm all ears!"

"'Gracie has brought news. A struggle for the position of the God of Death is underway in the Twilight Realm. You should simply hold on and wait for help.'"

Bayer was stunned for a moment, then his face suddenly realized: "—I see. Halrua's main force has gone to the Twilight Realm! Elturgard attacked us to tie down our forces!"

"That's it," Zariel said lazily, leaning against the wall. "My Lord told you to hold on. Don't give in to the pressure. That's a great achievement. The demons of the Twilight Realm are urgently transporting souls. Your pressure will soon be relieved."

"Follow orders!" After shouting the slogan, Bayer couldn't help but ask, "How long will it take for the Hazy Realm to produce results?"

"The latest would be one day. The soonest, perhaps, is now?"

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Fighting for the Sword of Death is a risky business.

Everyone in the Hazy Realm finally realized this.

Spells like Appraisal and Legendary Mastery were naturally ineffective against the Sword of Death, and all they received were vague and unclear explanations. Their only conclusion and consensus at this point was that the sword was indeed the key to the throne of the God of Death.

The person who tries first will have the highest death rate, but as long as he can obtain ownership of the Sword of Death, it will be a great achievement even if he takes a step back.

Waiting by the side is safe, but your fate is also in the hands of others.

However, as bodies fell one after another as if they had lost their souls, they believed that they were getting closer and closer to the truth.

It must be a male - because all previous gods of death were male, and the priest of the goddess of misfortune and Schmelchen of the Church of Pain have already fallen.

It has nothing to do with age – as several very young pastors have also fallen.

"...Does it have something to do with personal strength?" Everyone looked at each other and someone asked.

All those who fell displayed a strange characteristic: their breathing would gradually become rapid, and they would clench their teeth, as if they were struggling with something. Finally, they would collapse to the ground powerlessly, their bodies shrunken, as if something had been sucked out of them.

The only pattern that has emerged so far is that weak people will fall down almost immediately, while those who are strong or powerful can hold on longer.

This pattern may be exciting, but it is still daunting.

Finally, Fox, the commander of the Church of Talos, stepped forward and said, "Although we've emphasized this countless times, I'll say it again—despite our daily disagreements, we must all agree on this: the souls who died trying to draw the sword must be cared for by all of us. Otherwise, if we finally retrieve the sword, only to have it hidden at the bottom of a chest, wouldn't we become the laughingstock of those hypocrites?"

What he really meant by this was that it was time for the highest bishops to try.

After saying this, Fox took a deep breath.

The Talos priest was currently covered in various protective spells. Although somewhat counterintuitive, they had already guessed that the Sword of Death's recognition method seemed to be an attack.

Then, as long as you can survive this attack, you may be able to gain recognition.

And now, Fox has mounted all the protections, even spells that he himself doesn't think will be effective.

Protection from negative energy.

Counterintuitively, the Grim Reaper isn't actually symbolized by negative energy. In this world, negative energy is directly linked to the undead; it can even be said to be their life force. And the undead, in a sense, are deserters from the Twilight Realm. Negative energy is presumably one of the energies the Grim Reaper detests the most.

But the deaths of those who died before the sword of death were really unusual.

Fox took a deep breath and raised the sword under everyone's expectant gaze.

In an instant, he felt extremely empty and weak inside.

He opened his mouth and made a strange sound: "...I'm being sucked away...I'm going to be sucked away!!!"

This feeling echoed everyone's speculation: the sword seemed to have a similar energy-absorbing effect. Many who still had time to say their final words said the same thing.

Miraculously, Fox actually managed to hold on longer than the others! So much so that when he finally collapsed, he had almost doubled his sword-holding record.

However, even with the tremendous progress, the scene still seemed deserted.

There was no other reason. The casualties caused by this sword to the top leaders of the alliance in a short period of time were greater than the total number of attacks in the past few days.

The Church of Bane, the Church of Pain, the Church of Plague, the Church of Doom, the Church of the Sea, the Church of Winter——

Countless priests have fallen before this sword, dying one after another.

Just as the crowd was in turmoil and whispering, Larok finally moved.

He suddenly appeared beside the Death Sword, pushed the fallen Fox aside, and said, "Then let me give it a try."

Larroque already had a guess.

What the Sword of Death truly tests is probably one's tolerance to negative energy.

This made sense. A god of death, constantly associated with the dead, would inevitably be subjected to a flood of negative energy. Even if their divine bodies weren't afraid of this negative energy, their exceptional talents would surely manifest even more clearly after becoming a god.

However, no matter how high the tolerance of the living is, how can it compare to the real undead creatures? Not to mention the damage caused by the sword of death, even in the real negative energy plane, there are countless undead creatures living normally!

Even if Lalok was still killed, he would only have to wait a few days for his resurrection.

So, Larroque moved.

The moment he grasped the sword, Larok almost thought he had succeeded.

He did not feel any suction, but instead felt a rare warmth.

However, before he could smile happily, he was shocked to find that the warmth was spreading throughout his body at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a moment, he seemed to be soaking in a hot spring near the volcano.

"--wrong!"

The ivory statue on Larloch's body shattered instantly, and layers of protection were cast on his body.

However, it was still too late.

Before the astonishment, jealousy, and vigilance on the faces of the people nearby could dissipate, Larok could no longer help but roar in anger.

Lalok tried to throw away the sword, but the Sword of Death seemed to have turned into a hot iron, sticking tightly to his skin.

At the same time, the warmth finally revealed its ferocious claws.

The heat penetrated Larok's skull, merging completely with the fire of his soul. Instantly, the flames in Larok's eyes expanded dozens and hundreds of times, as if two flames had exploded from his body, completely engulfing his body in flames.

"No! No!" Larloch screamed, "This sword is an elf..."

He didn't have time to finish his last words.

Amidst the crowd's exclamations, Larok's body was mercilessly devoured by the flames and turned into a pool of ashes.

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In the City of Judgment, Kelemvor, who had just escaped back to the City of Judgment with Mars, was enjoying the extreme pain of regenerating his broken arm.

Kelemvor tensed up and couldn't help but yell, "It just so happens that both of you goddesses of magic are here. I have a question I've been wanting to ask for a long time! My magic is so powerful, why don't I have any spells to relieve pain?"

Yin raised his eyes in Emiya's arms and said, "I tried it a long time ago. Unfortunately, the aftereffects were extremely severe, causing an extremely difficult-to-reverse addiction. From then on, I became extremely addicted to using divine magic to relieve pain, and even felt severe pain without using it. In the end, I even had to use time magic to reverse the effects of this magic. So don't even think about it. I completely banned the use of pain relief magic tens of thousands of years ago."

“Why does a single pain relief operation cause such severe side effects?”

"It's better to say that the divine arts are too powerful." Midnight snorted. "Serious illnesses that require months or even years of recuperation only require a low-level divine art. Using such power to relieve pain would be severely overpowered."

At this moment, Yin suddenly stopped talking, looked into the distance, and said, "Emiya, it's successful."

Before Emiya could even react, she subconsciously asked, "What success?"

"The plan was successful," Yin Pinghu said calmly, "Larlok is dead. We can begin the harvest."

Sixty-six Harvests (I)

Kelemvor was once praised as a warrior of the paladin variety, a description of his noble character, his fearlessness of hardship, and his willingness to sacrifice his life for justice.

The most stereotypical paladin, in other words, one from the Church of the Three Pillars of Justice.

——At the same time, there won’t be too many tricks.

He only knew that there must be an extremely dangerous trap hidden on the sword, which was enough to cause serious damage to the commanders of the siege, but he did not try to understand its specific principles.

Of course, several mages also bear some responsibility for this, as the process is actually quite risky, and they have been vague about it.

Then, Kelemvor heard this unexpected result: "He died, meaning... he tried to master the sword, and then... died? Just like that?"

But now, the plan has really succeeded.

Emiya's body relaxed slightly as she explained, "Yes."

Larloch's vitality was surprisingly strong. His seemingly shriveled frame was merely an appearance. In reality, his battered frame was solid steel. Even if a paladin of Apodel's caliber arrived in person, he would have to strike the defenseless Larloch with dozens of blows to kill him.

If we also consider that the archmage must have countless protective spells on him, the possibility of killing him head-on is almost zero. If Yin took action personally, the commotion caused might drive several evil gods to take risks.

In this situation, if you want to defeat Larloch with limited resources, you can only use unconventional means.

The true form of the Deathly Blade is a crude imitation of Cormanthor's Dominion Sword, based on technology gifted by Corellon.

The reason why it is despicable is that the production concept of the Sword of Death is not really upright.

On the continent of Faerun, the most powerful elven swords often have strict certification standards, and only those who meet the requirements can unleash their true power.

Among these swords, the Sword of Domination, which once belonged to Sirinsi, is the most powerful but also the most demanding. Anyone who attempts to possess the Sword of Domination will be instantly destroyed by the wrath of Seldarine.

It was precisely because of this effect that Myth Drannor lost almost a generation of its people. Although from a certain perspective, it was a strange black humor that the former First Pearl of Faerun could not find a single kind-hearted successor, as if the former Erivandar Empire and the Vashon family had returned.

Sirinsi claimed that the original intention of the king to set this restriction was to ensure that the master of Cormanthor would be a more upright elf, rather than a scum who abused his bloodline and wealth to do evil. However, the king never imagined that in the future, Cormanthor would be completely occupied by scum, and no qualified heir could be found. In the end, the lonely Sirinsi took the Sword of Domination away.

And Mr. Emia eventually drew inspiration from this story.

In this world, killing a heavily armored enemy is extremely difficult. Killing a heavily armored mage is even more difficult. If the mage is even a lich, it's a nearly impossible task, and the cost of killing the lich is prohibitively high.

However, there are still some strange and unorthodox ways in this world, such as confusing cost with effect.

The Death Blade, by its very design, is actually a cursed magic item. While its own effects are decent, it's a powerful moon blade. However, its curse is even more powerful than the weapon itself: any evil-aligned creature attempting to attune to the magic item will be severely affected by negative energy for one minute.

But a minute later, he will not be recognized by the sword - on the contrary, the sword will immediately extract the soul of the tuner, imprisoning it forever in the sword, and becoming a prisoner of the true master of the blade.

The curses cast on magical items are often incredibly powerful, difficult to remove, and sometimes irreversible. For example, the Harpers' records include the discovery and containment of a crystal heart.

As a cursed item, it has no positive effects. However, if one attempts to synchronize with this crystal heart, the moment synchronization begins, the synchronizer will unconditionally suffer a cardiac arrest.

And it is impossible for a magic item to directly cause a target to suffer cardiac arrest.

This is the power of cursed items: if the target is given a reason to try to attune to the magic item at all costs, the destructive power of the cursed item can reach a terrifying extreme.

Therefore, the curse couldn't be too obvious. No one would touch an object that instantly killed anyone who touched it. It had to be a pot of water that was slowly boiling, so that it could cook the frog inside.

At the same time, in order to convince Larloch that he was the one destined to become the master of the weapon, Emilia chose negative energy.

Death is closely associated with negative energy, so it makes sense that the Sword of Death would spew out negative energy. At the same time, using negative energy to "test" everyone greatly reduces the sword's danger.

At the same time, it also gave Larloch, who was originally an undead creature, an unparalleled advantage.

The other priests were naturally aware of this, so they would try their best to avoid letting Larok touch the sword first.

Finally, after Mars provoked Larloch and made him furious, it was Larloch who personally cut off Kelemvor's arm and took the sword himself.

After a series of traps and a long and anxious wait, Larok finally stepped into it!

Emiya didn't bother to discuss the details, but immediately sent a message to Giles and Mustafa on the front line: "Please note that the liches under Larloch's command are likely to lose their fighting spirit. Put pressure on them, but there is no need to force a pursuit. We have already arranged the next mission!

"Once you've confirmed the liches are leaving, concentrate your firepower on the Church Alliance. We must break their spines! The peace of the material plane may depend on this battle!"

Emiya said this and took a deep breath.

If all goes well...

The arm of the God-Non-God Society is about to be cut off here.

Asmodeus, how many cards do you have left?

Sixty-Seven Harvests (Part 2)

“Boom! Boom!!!!”

The liches spared no effort when attacking the City of Judgment.

If the Church of Storms' attack on the Wall of Faithless relied on the recurrent lightning, then the pouring meteor blast was the purest form of sheer force.

The defenders on the city wall could only watch helplessly as the white-hot scarlet flames mixed with a strong sour smell roared and shattered into the barrier of the Wall of Faithless.

The barrier that originally seemed indestructible is now crumbling under round after round of attacks.

Hundreds of liches, thousands of priests, countless arcane and divine spells are trying to drown the Wall of Faithless in the ocean of magic. And now, the water has reached the neck of the Wall of Faithless.

It wasn't because the Faithless Wall wasn't strong enough, but because Faerun had almost never had an army of this size. Perhaps only the Erivanda Empire at its peak could muster a force of this magnitude—and even then, the Erivanda Empire wouldn't commit all its forces on a single battlefield, launching an attack without regard for casualties or losses.

Here, even if one died in battle, their soul would immediately return to the rear of the battle lines. In theory, if they returned to the battlefield in time, the dead could even see their own corpses.

Therefore, the city suffered an unprecedented destructive force.

"Don't just stand there!" Giles' voice echoed through the crystal ball to every firing point. "Keep reloading, keep firing! There's no fearless enemy in the world. If they're not scared yet, it means you're not using your weapons lightly! Reload, fire, and as long as the last landing point hasn't turned into an empty field, keep firing!"

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