Although Kelemvor and these priests had been at odds in the past, this might be their last meeting, so he responded with utmost gentleness: "I should have said it before. I'm no longer the God of Death. AO doesn't want me to be the God of Death, so I'm the last person in the entire kingdom to become one. I came to the Hazy Realm simply to save people. Now, I've been lucky enough to make some contribution in this war, and that's enough. There's no need for me to stay here anymore, so I'm leaving."

"I can't understand..."

It was only natural that the priests failed to follow Kelemvor's train of thought; after all, Kelemvor had deceived them from the very beginning. The fact that the enemy was so completely deceived was not without the contribution of these priests.

However, at that time, the army was approaching, life and death were unpredictable, and it was inevitable that people would have different ideas. Kailanwo finally decided not to pursue the matter.

——Of course, the more crucial point is that Emilia clearly does not intend to allow these priests to continue to hold high positions.

After all, Emiya is the Mage King of Halruaa, and he himself is also an extremely outstanding mage.

The mage profession is much more receptive to new things than the priest.

After being beaten by Mustafar for a few days, the mages who had once settled in the City of Judgment had become obedient honorary citizens of Halruaa, willing to assist Emya and Mustafar. However, these priests still felt that they were old servants of several dynasties and that it was the new god who needed their help, not they who needed the god.

The result is that Emiya has already started large-scale construction in the City of Judgment with the Mage Tower, while these Death Priests are still arguing with Alestria and providing some insignificant help.

Emiya is a man who looks cold but acts in a hurry. He doesn't want to get involved with these old priests at all - not to mention that Emiya thinks he has not yet become a god, so there is no reason for him to get close to the priests so early.

As his former boss, Kelanvor offered a final suggestion: "Emmya is used to being at the forefront of everything and doesn't like to play along. You'd better adapt to his style."

Instead of forcing him to adapt to you.

Then, Kelemvor left, leaving behind the priests who were looking at each other in confusion, full of questions.

He and Midnight's next stop was Elturgard. He and Midnight were very interested in participating in what was destined to be the most intense and bloody frontal battle.

What exactly is the Sword of Death? Is it the symbol of death? Let them guess for the rest of their lives.

Eventually, the priests, as they should, quarreled.

"That Emiya might be a good craftsman, a good wizard... but so what?" a priest argued. "That doesn't mean he can be a qualified god of death. It doesn't mean he can leave us aside with his own abilities!"

"He may not be able to shake us off, but he has the power to tear us apart."

"What a joke! He didn't even fight directly during that battle from beginning to end!"

Eventually broke up on bad terms.

However, as the local tyrants in the Hazy Realm, they still have their own ways to verify their own guesses.

——In this world, the people who find people the fastest in a vast and empty space are first of all angels of the same faith.

Next is the priest of death.

This is the power that their identity and beliefs bring them.

They have the most special channel to learn what is happening in the world - interrogating the souls of the recently deceased.

Especially the souls that just died in the war.

No matter how outstanding and mysterious Emilia was, she could not surpass these old priests in this regard.

In order to ensure they had the upper hand in the upcoming battle with the new God of Death, they spent considerable effort after the war to take in a large number of souls—from the Church of Talos, the Church of Bane...

And what they are about to ask is what exactly happened to them.

Although these priests were not the main force in the previous war, it was certain that most of the enemies had actually fled back to the main material plane.

It was also because of this that they discovered a strange phenomenon at this moment: those souls that successfully escaped returned to the hazy realm after a very short time.

What exactly happened to them?

The priests walked into the cages and slapped these confused souls in the face with extreme roughness.

The souls of the recently deceased were completely unable to adapt to the numbness of the body, and it would take time for them to regain their knowledge and skills from their previous lives. Before that, they were completely powerless against the Death Priest.

The death priests shouted, "What happened to you before you died?"

After being slapped several times, the souls finally began to speak intermittently: "We... have returned to the material plane...

"We are gathering urgently to discuss...the next step..."

"Then, the sky collapsed... A meteor smashed through the tabletop and embedded itself in the floor, and then... a deafening roar..."

"It hurts so much, it feels like I've been pierced by countless arrows and torn apart... It hurts so much..."

On the other hand, there is a group of priests who have more unique interrogation channels.

——A group of undead creatures that died again.

Some undead creatures, like skeletons and zombies, are essentially twisted corpses, their souls long gone. Even if destroyed, they'll have no souls. Banshees and ghosts are souls, so once destroyed, they're truly destroyed. But undead creatures like vampires, whose souls have been twisted along with their own, have the possibility of rebirth. Of course, undead creatures like liches, whose souls have already been tormented, have no second chance.

The whereabouts of their souls after death is an unsolved mystery.

The answer to this puzzle lies in these priests - they will come to the Twilight Realm, but will be collected by these priests who have been working since the time of Melkor and even Jaeger.

Even the priests who were appointed during the time of Kelemvor and Kelemvor were kept in the dark from beginning to end during these hundred years.

It was a giant prison hidden deep under the City of Judgment, a place rich in negative energy.

And here, the day before yesterday, welcomed an extremely exaggerated number of guests.

These priests prided themselves on being knowledgeable, but it was also the first time they had seen thousands of orthodox vampires!

...But come to think of it, the previous lich army numbering in the hundreds was more outrageous.

However, this was the first time the Death Priests understood how bizarre, exaggerated, and unprecedented the previous war had been. Even more bizarre than the war itself was that the City of Judgment had actually won.

Those being interrogated were all former vampires.

True vampires. Every one of these creatures should be domineering and even invincible on the material plane. Many vampires who can be called lords are actually just ordinary vampires.

And such powerful creatures had actually died in the previous war by the thousands! This was an unheard-of horror.

Including derivatives, this number even needs to be increased by another zero!

There is no doubt that their deaths were most likely related to Emilia.

However, over the years, the unvirtuous priest did not get the weaknesses he wanted to hear from the undead.

On the contrary, these creatures that should have been dominating the material plane are huddled and trembling in the dark prison underground like real bats, whimpering softly, as if the things that killed them are still clinging to their souls.

They sobbed and uttered erratic mumblings. Even without being asked, they kept repeating the same words, as if they were the banshees tortured by pain.

"I don't know what happened..."

"The dark clouds that had been hanging over the cemetery disappeared at some point... The sun rolled into the cemetery... Daylight flowed through every crevice of the castle... Light... positive energy... was everywhere..."

"They're all dead, all dead... no matter where they ran to."

"The castle has become an oven... and everyone is burning to death...!"

The door was closed along with the heartbreaking hobby, and the death priests could only look at each other in bewilderment.

"...Uh, where is Her Majesty Emiya...? I think I should go visit her?"

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The location of this great wizard wasn't difficult to find—a few days ago, those secluded wizards began digging holes in the ground like bricklayers, and their leader was actually the living man who had come to the City of Judgment the day before, the Wizard King of Halrua... This was also the biggest news in the City of Judgment recently, second only to the great war.

The Mage King and his magical ship have been stationed near the Faithless Wall almost continuously since its construction began.

Sadly, the unfortunate souls who once inhabited the walls had been annihilated in this great battle. The Wall of the Faithless's divine power could not protect these prisoners who had angered the God of Death. Emiya had considered wasting time rescuing them, but upon seeing the red band of light in the Detect Evil indicator, she abandoned the idea.

Now, the positioning of the city wall has completely changed.

The former Wall of the Faithless has become a transit station for the new barrier system. Countless passages or closed corridors extend from the Wall of the Faithless like a spider web, turning into stairs that lead deep into the interior of the newly built prismatic fortresses.

Today, the bastions are nearing completion. However, these bizarre castles were built by the people of Gond and their wizards. Their celebration wasn't a tavern full of drinks—even the Twilight Realm was in dire need of such things—but rather a test firing.

And Mr. Emiya of Lunya was communicating with the main material plane amidst this deafening roar.

Generally speaking, His Majesty the Mage King of Halruaa was chatting on the phone with his lover. However, the topic was somewhat gory.

"Emmya, this might be hard for you to imagine." Fenwe was probably lying in a dense forest somewhere, with mottled light and shadows swaying on her face. "...those two are simply...two female Tyrannosaurus rex!"

"Haha..." Emiya touched her neck subconsciously, "As expected..."

Metatron's Light Seed Spell, this spell is actually subject to great restrictions by Metatron.

The biggest problem was that Metatron wasn't humanoid, so she couldn't summon her own simulacra. After using the Light Seed technique, her own spell slots would be completely wiped out, significantly reducing her combat power.

But Silinxi and Xinbu... both have simulacra.

They could just throw out their simulacra and use light seed magic to clear the way, while their real bodies still retain most of their combat power.

"The mage duel only lasted until the official start of the attack. Several great mages spent considerable time dismantling the outer defenses. After that, the attack was a thunderous and blazing attack."

Although Fenwe was the victor, he still seemed to be feeling a bit shaken. He muttered, "Actually, there were quite a few unexpected things during the attack. The forest I worked so hard to plant was completely devoured by the light seeding in a matter of seconds, leaving only bare mountains... Even so, the light column only lasted a single burst before it was neutralized by the undead creatures in the lair."

Emiya couldn't help but gasp when she heard this.

As a witness to the destructive power of the Light Seed Technique, he only felt his scalp tingling at this moment.

Just how many undead creatures has Larloch accumulated in his lair?!

"So, how was it finally resolved?" he asked.

"..." Fenwe didn't answer immediately, but tugged at his collar. "...She removed a peak from the nearby Troll Mountain and smashed it directly into the center of the Warlock's Tomb, then cast a light seed spell. Seeing this, Silinsi and Imoen followed suit...

"During this period, all kinds of outrageous spells were cast like they were free! Occasionally, a few liches would be killed by their own spells as soon as they showed their heads!"

"Finally, Miss Metatron was stunned for a moment, then obediently took out her bow and pinned any undead creature that showed its head to the ground... In the end, she didn't even find a chance to cast a spell."

Emiya imagined the scene of several mountains falling on her head alternately like meteors, and then wisely decided not to continue imagining it.

Xinbu's mountain-moving technique and Naiser's mountain-moving technique are completely different systems.

Her only purpose in moving the mountain was to bring it down. During the previous spell book copying activity, Silinxi had apparently also learned this trick.

And Imoen...it seemed she had once been half-apprentice to Xinbu.

This solution is too contrived.

It is precisely because of this that the two of them must act as pursuers instead of coming to the Hazy Realm to join the battle.

If the somewhat uncertain plan of the Sword of Death fails or is not fully effective, the enemy will likely flee in all directions.

The result could be catastrophic. A war of annihilation would turn into a commonplace rout.

In Faerun, being routed often doesn't even count as a substantial loss, as priests can fully recover their organization and combat effectiveness within a few days.

This is also the most important reason why Xinbu and Silinxi did not come to the Misty Realm: these two people are famous for their shadows, and Xinbu even defeated Lalok head-on.

As long as the two of them showed up, Larloch would definitely turn around and run away, instead of becoming a prisoner of the Sword of Death like he is now.

Larock, who gave up his own base and could go without food, water or sleep to fight against Emilia... Although Emilia thought she had good sleep quality, she would suffer from insomnia after encountering such a thing.

Meanwhile, Larlok's lair had been operating for thousands of years, with hundreds of liches being driven like slaves. It could be said that Larlok's lair was the world's most complete mage fortress. Had it not been for personally testing the power of Light Seed, and had Emiya confirmed that Larlok's main force had already departed... even Sirinsi and Simbu might not have agreed to a direct attack on Larlok's lair.

Sirinsi and Xinbu would have to try to destroy Larloch in his lair. Without such overwhelming combat power, the attack would likely fail.

Fortunately, everything turned out perfectly.

"Anyway, thank you for your hard work," Emiya said. "I might not leave the Hazy Realm for a while. Do you want to come over?"

"What am I, a druid, doing in the Twilight Realm?" Fenwei sighed. "Is there even a single plant in the Twilight Realm?"

"Perhaps plants from the Underdark can?"

"Their energy doesn't come from the sun, but from the earth's veins." The druid, knowing this all too well, immediately retorted, "Where does the earth's veins come from in the Hazy Realm?"

"But don't other outer planes have vegetation as well?"

"...Indeed." Fenwei's eyes lit up. "The growth mechanism of plants in the outer plane... sounds very interesting! I'll get started once we've completely wiped out the remaining remnants!"

At this moment, Emilia noticed out of the corner of her eye the Death Priest cautiously approaching in this direction.

——Their faces turned ashen.

"Good day, everyone. What can I do for you?"

Emilia has never been known for his pleasant expressions, and it is difficult to tell whether his expression all year round shows dissatisfaction or peace.

The pastors’ response was direct.

They all jumped back as if struck by electricity, shouting, "We are not remnants!"

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Seventy-four Death Daughters (I)

When Emilia leaned over the side of the ship, she saw a small group of obedient death priests.

Compared to their previous arrogance when they passed each other, they now seemed somewhat well-behaved.

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