She opened her mouth, and several sharp blades tore out from her upper lip. Her heart and lungs beat, and the sword blades actually broke out of her body through her heart and lungs.

——In fact, she quickly understood the true effect of this technique.

The sharpest blade in the world grows in the world under the influence of Emiya's psychic energy.

In blood, in bones, in flesh.

At this moment, the only way to survive is to stay still.

Otherwise, rather than saying that the sword blade broke out of the body, it would be better to say that all creatures within the effective range had voluntarily hung themselves on the mountain of swords.

At first, this psychic energy seemed to cause no harm, just as even the sharpest blade wouldn't cut through flesh that was only lightly pressed against it.

However, once the body begins to move, it is equivalent to dragging and cutting one's flesh and blood on the sharp blades of dozens of Holy Avengers!

No matter how powerful a creature is, it cannot be immune to the world's most powerful holy sword, not even the incarnation of God!

But it is impossible for the body to remain motionless.

The blood is constantly flowing, the lungs are inhaling and exhaling, and the heart is constantly beating.

——In other words, even if the victim does not move, the heart and lungs will be torn apart immediately.

This is simply a terrifying spiritual power that can bring instant death to mortals.

If the Seraphim's body wasn't strong enough, she would have been dead by now!

"..." Ahka's mind raced, and she raised her hands without hesitation, allowing the sword to be torn out of her arms. Blood gushed out of her mouth, and she uttered incoherently, "Stop! I surrender!"

During this time, Emilia remained subtly still.

Only when he was sure that Aheka didn't dare to move again did he finally let out a slow breath.

As if the bloody scene just now was just an illusion, the sword blades on the ground disappeared in an instant. If it weren't for the blood and pain still surging throughout Aheka's body, and the entire hall being ravaged by the psychic energy just now, she would have thought it was just an illusion!

"Now, stop using those rhetoric," Emiya finally spoke, her voice strangely tired and painful. "Tell me, what was your original intention? Seeking cooperation? Showing your power?"

Ahka waved his hands heavily, using divine magic to continuously heal his body to prevent himself from dying from internal injuries, and said, "...We hope that you will be sufficiently vigilant in the upcoming battle..."

"You mean the devil?"

"There are far more than just demons." Aheka said honestly while taking a deep breath, "The scale of this war is unprecedented. And before, when any mortal war reached this scale..."

"Ultimately, it will inevitably turn into a large-scale battle between gods and their incarnations, setting off a war that will destroy heaven and earth.

"If you want to have a place on the final battlefield, you must even become the god of death!"

Seventy-six Ultimatums

Emiya finally understood Jaeger's purpose.

In short, he wanted someone who could take the place of the Grim Reaper and, on that basis, obey Jaeger's every word and at the same time obey him unconditionally in an emergency.

Melkor perfectly met this requirement, as he survived until the Time of Troubles. Kelemvor barely met this requirement, which is why his position as God of Death was unusually stable. Cyric completely failed this requirement, and so he was kicked off his throne before he even had time to warm up to it.

Emiya now thinks that Jaeger may not have the energy to support a stranger to become the god of death...

But he probably has the power to make a Shinigami fail in the end, and this process only takes him a few years.

"Cough... cough..." Ahka spat out the blood in his mouth and said, "An impressive blow... Are you going to use such a trump card so carelessly?"

"It's a new card," Emmia corrected calmly.

It was just a spell that was developed out of necessity after someone started to frantically mutter, "Some idiot who studied for thousands of years to reach the ninth ring has already reached the tenth ring. How can you sleep?"

He wasn't actually afraid of Yin's nagging; what was frightening was that Yin's nagging didn't care about time or place. Even Emiya couldn't stand it any more.

Therefore, Emilia has also embarked on the road to conquer the Ten Rings.

The basic prototype of the Ten Rings spell chosen by his teacher Metatron is the overflow and explosion of positive energy.

And Emilia finally chose the two spells that made his strength soar, the Divide of Weapons and the Miraculous Craftsmanship.

The deduction of this ten-ring spell had actually begun long ago - in fact, he had already been able to forcibly produce sword blades in large quantities in the outer planes.

However, it was still extremely crude and its actual killing power was insufficient. Emiya was not satisfied with this.

Thus, under Yin's torture, this spell tentatively named [Infinite Sword] is developing in the following two directions.

1. Focus on the supernatural craftsmanship, and still take sword making as the main idea.

Second, add more psychic prototypes. The sword is no longer the result of forging, but the crystallization of psychic erosion.

It was indeed strange that a wizard who had been forging swords all the way suddenly turned to the path of psychic power in the final stage, but Yin still suggested that he take the second path.

The reason was quite hurtful: "Emiya, your psychic talent is much stronger than your arcane talent. If you study purely from an arcane perspective, it will be impossible to achieve a breakthrough within a few months."

In order to catch up with the final battle in time, Emilia can only temporarily choose the second path.

The initial results are now.

The current result of this spell is large-scale environmental and biological erosion and alienation.

All living things, even Emiya herself, are filled with a vast array of sharp blades. Any movement will easily cause these blades to burst forth from the body. The more intense the movement, the more gruesome the death. If the enemy is already charging at high speed, they might even be chopped into countless pieces of flesh mid-charge.

If you stand still, only your heart and lungs will be shattered, and your death will be much more beautiful.

Armor is useless, carapace is ineffective, and the most vulnerable flesh will be directly exposed to the glazed blade.

The result of this undeveloped state was that Emiya himself was unable to move. In fact, when Ahka was riddled with wounds, his heart and lungs were already bleeding profusely—he was relying entirely on the vitality bestowed by the Silver Fire to resist.

Likewise, the current version, while having a massive area of ​​effect, doesn't distinguish between friend and foe. It's conceivable that unless Emiya charges directly into the enemy ranks, this unfinished version of Infinity Blade will likely kill more friendly units than enemies.

However, there is obviously no need to say this during negotiations.

Ahka used several spells to heal himself before finally being able to speak fluently again. "Well, it seems Mr. Emiya came prepared. My previous suggestions lacked flexibility... but at least the communication was efficient."

The quickest way to make someone stop being so high and mighty is to break their legs.

Aheka wiped the remaining blood from his mouth.

However, she had clearly been preparing for today's topic for a long time. Even though she had lost her momentum and initiative, after a brief pause, she resumed her rambling. "But there is one thing I must say—Your Majesty, Emya, the City of Judgment has a population of one million, and that number is constantly rising. If you continue to improve this city, more and more souls will surely gather here. And how many of your men are willing to keep the city running?"

"You are the Mage King. Would your subordinates, especially the capable ones, prefer to spend their time on arcane magic or on trivial matters?"

Unwilling to let the conversation be taken away so easily, Emilia said, "They are also the chief officers of various places..."

However, Halrua was still quite famous, and their unique political ecology was not unknown.

Ahka mercilessly exposed Emya's guilty conscience: "-Generally speaking, even in Faerun, a place with a few hundred to a thousand people can only be called a large village or a small town. And most of your subordinates are mayors. And the largest cities in Halrua, Haligad and Halayach, have a combined population of less than 20,000-

"Your elders actually have no experience in managing a large-scale city!"

Emiya swallowed hard.

The silver fire was burning the wound, drying up the blood flowing in the body cavity.

After swallowing the pain and blood of her regenerating organs, Emilia said bluntly, "You mean to say that you are indispensable in the City of Judgment. I inevitably have to cooperate with you."

"It's better to say that the reason there are large churches in the City of Judgment is because of the special nature of the God of Death."

"No, judging the dead is the job of their guardian deities. Our job is to escort these souls to their guardian deities and prevent them from dying along the way!" Aheka's eyes narrowed slightly. "So, do you know what the true duty of the Grim Reaper is?"

"Appreciate further details."

"No."

"...?"

Aheka repeated, "A Death God's duty is to have no duties. A most popular Death God is one who does nothing. Or, in other words, a Death God should be a pure [God], and shouldn't abuse his duties and position to do anything wrong."

"Melkor's reputation is not good."

"I repeat, the difference between the God of Death and other gods is that he is a god, but he cannot abuse his power. Talos can spread storms everywhere, Talona spreads plagues and cures plagues. Tyr sends his believers to countless remote settlements to administer justice - and what about the God of Death? The God of Death should do nothing." Aheka was extremely focused when speaking these words, without any signs of lying or deception, and every word came from the heart, "and the God of Death is so critical and core that even a small move can affect the entire body. The Goddess of Magic can spread magic, what can the God of Death do?

"Does the God of Death want to keep mortals away from death? That would be tantamount to cutting off both his own arms. Does the God of Death want to go on a killing spree? That would make him the enemy of all gods. Even the God of Fury has no interest in associating with a true butcher. And you can't even do anything to the souls of the dead!

"Judging souls is actually the job of their guardian gods, and the duty of the god of death is to send them safely to various kingdoms of gods!

The duty of the Grim Reaper is to do nothing.

Emiya understood that what Aheka said was true.

Perhaps this is the real reason why Kelanvor was exhausted both physically and mentally from being the god of death.

Although the Death God of Toril is naturally powerful and has extremely important responsibilities, the ultimate result of these responsibilities is that if they are done well, they will not receive any credit, but if they are not done well, they will be held responsible.

Kelemvor was an upright man, but he could only watch as countless demons and monsters arrived safely in the hazy realm without any harm, and even left his kingdom of God in a proud and arrogant manner.

Just thinking about it, Emiya felt like she was going to have a heart attack.

However, we can't just give in like this. We've finally forced Aheka and the Church of Judgment City to the negotiation table, how can we just surrender so easily?

However, before he could speak, Aheka spoke first, "Believe that you are special, believe that as long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to bring about some changes. Unfortunately, His Majesty Kelemvor also thought so back then. You have seen what a god with a near-infinite lifespan has become after just a hundred years."

Emiya narrowed her eyes slightly.

We can't let her dominate the conversation anymore.

Then, he said coldly, "So, the Death Gods, unable to endure the boring and meaningless work of guiding others, led the establishment of the Church of Death?"

"That's true," Aheka said. "So, even if the Death Gods come and go, we still stand firm—because we do the work that no Death God wants to do, but it's more important than the Death Gods themselves. Therefore, there's no point in defeating us. Ultimately, we must establish a completely equal organization."

But after hearing these words, Emilia relaxed.

When the topic turned to the church itself, Emilia's preparations really came in handy.

"You're quite gifted at boasting." Emilia shook her head. "Coincidentally, I've witnessed the great achievements of the Church of Death with my own eyes these past few days."

Snapped.

Emiya took a picture of a notice. The writing was clear but covered in dirt: [Unprovoked assault of residents is prohibited.]

Aheka's eye twitched, and he said, "...In the church, refugees are a bad apple."

"Hmm." Emiya said noncommittally, pulling out a clay tablet. "This is a tribute to the Death Priests, often given by the locals after dinner. It emphasizes the difficulties they face in their daily work."

The clay tablet floated up, and the handwriting on it was quite clear: [There are five difficulties with the dead priest: it is difficult to enter, it is difficult to see people, it is difficult to look at his face, it is difficult to hear his words, and it is difficult to get things done.]

Aheka gasped.

"You're mistaking the concept, Miss Aheka." Emiya clapped her hands lightly. "The true duty of the Church of Death is this: The God of Death entrusted the tedious task of guiding souls to the Church of Death. In exchange, the Church gained high authority in Judgment City, allowing it to run rampant within the city. In reality, guiding souls and managing Judgment City are two completely incompatible tasks faced by two groups. So much so that, recently, when the fighting in Judgment City was in full swing, the honorable Death Priests only sent out a few dozen unfortunate souls as a rescue team!"

Guiding souls is their job, and authority in the City of Judgment is their reward.

Emiya didn't intend to give Aheka a chance to continue arguing. She said sternly, "You are probably used to betting on many sides and enjoying a transcendent position. I regret to ask you to participate in another gambling game now.

"The first option is for you to humble yourself and start ensuring the safety of Judgment City. Then, I will have no choice but to accept this favor. You will also have a place in my plan.

"The second option is that if our talks fail today and you continue as usual, even pointing your blades at my back, then if I'm lucky enough to be the last one standing, we'll naturally have a score to settle in the future."

Amyia's voice was filled with a hint of cold murderous intent: "I, actually, do hold grudges. You can choose to take action now. Do you want to start?"

Aheka touched his chest almost subconsciously.

There was still the lingering pain of thousands of swords piercing my heart.

Seventy-seven Reorganization Alliance (I)

In the end, Aheka did not give an answer, but just frowned and sat down on the chair in the hall without saying a word.

Moreover, at the moment when he was about to sit down, he jumped up like a spring and checked that there were no sharp blades on his seat.

Generally speaking, the Seraphim wouldn't be afraid of ordinary iron. Unfortunately, the madman Emiya of Lunia, now the most famous holy sword forger in the material plane and even the entire multiverse, forged holy swords of the Holy Avenger level with a price in the hundreds.

"My psychic powers have been released," Emiya kindly reminded.

Aheka raised his head and said angrily, "This matter must be considered from many aspects. I can't give you an immediate reply."

"That's your freedom," Emilia said. "However, I must remind you of one thing: sometimes, not taking sides is also a form of taking sides."

"At least we won't choose a side before the outcome is decided," Aheka said. "All we hope for is the continuation of the non-existent attributive."

This statement expresses a point, but not much.

Emilia said indifferently, "The church founded by the God of Death fears death the most?"

Aheka almost instinctively wanted to retort, then she remembered the cause of Misriel's death and shut up.

A madman willing to become the target of spells for the advancement of magic, even if it meant his demise, would have no regrets. Even across the multiverse, he was unique. Perhaps Tyr, who dared to defy the gods for the sake of fairness and justice, could understand this, but most gods could not comprehend Mystrel's thoughts.

However, this meeting at least allowed for a full exchange of views and the presentation of each side's plans - and, in fact, there was not much conflict.

What ultimately determines the outcome is still this: how much confidence Jaeger has in Emiya's side.

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