Princess Jiuyu, who had been rebuked several times, was so angry that she felt dizzy, but she managed to retain the last bit of her rationality: now that Emilia and her group were making shocking remarks, they were actually pushing their potential allies to the opposite side. As long as it was voted on, no matter how powerful their proposals were, it would be nothing more than a meaningless war of words.

Then, under the shocked gazes of Gracia and other members, the leader of the Lords' Alliance, Leila Silverhand, actually raised her hand first, even faster than Apodel himself!

After completing this act, Lyra Silverhand glanced at Elastra. The Lord of Silvermoon hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed deeply, "If Silvermoon City continues to allow others to practice necromancy and demon summoning, we will no longer be able to call ourselves the Pearl of the North."

Then, the leader of the Silvermoon Alliance, the Supreme Mage of Silvermoon City, Elastra Silverhand, and the representative of Baldur's Gate, Apodel, and the representative of Elturgard, Asur, raised their hands at the same time.

However, for some reason, Asul was staring at the strange assistant behind Gracia.

Gracia's eyes went dark.

This meant that the four most powerful nations in the Lords' Alliance had reached a consensus. To put it bluntly, the remaining small nations were merely political entities lingering under these larger nations, unable to hinder the overall situation.

As long as Waterdeep and the Silvermoon Alliance disagree, the proposal is a piece of waste paper. As long as Waterdeep and the Silvermoon Alliance are determined to pass the bill, the bill will be passed without any obstacles.

Sure enough, when Elastra raised her hand, there was a brief gasp in the room. Soon, hesitant hands rose into the air one after another, and as the number of people raising their hands continued to increase, Gracia's breathing gradually became more rapid.

She didn't understand what had happened... Before setting off, the briefing she'd received was supposed to be a simple mission: leave the property behind and bring back victory! Why had Lyra and Elastra betrayed their position? Was it just because their sisters had come?

However, she also understood one thing: the devil's delaying tactic had failed.

At this moment, the black-haired assistant sighed deeply, changing his cautious attitude. He patted the sword at his waist, stood up casually, walked around Gracia and walked to the center of the venue: "Although it is against the rules, I want to say something here."

Lyra Silverhand frowned and said, "Please return to your seat."

"No need, no need." The black-haired assistant patted the scabbard, "It's just one sentence. That sentence is..."

Then, the black-haired swordsman drew his sword neatly: "—You are a bunch of idiots. You are wasting my time."

In an instant, the black-haired swordsman "burned" in Emiya's eyes.

Magical power far beyond the capacity of a mortal instantly burst out from his body. The black-haired swordsman's appearance remained unchanged, but something else had suddenly changed inside him.

A terrifying creature that is extremely huge, extremely powerful, and does not belong to this world.

At the same moment, Asur suddenly jumped up, drew the sword at his waist without hesitation, and slashed towards the nameless black-haired swordsman like a meteor.

And Emiya saw that exactly the same phenomenon occurred to Asul.

Om-!

The two swords only touched lightly.

However, the power contained in the swords made the two seemingly ordinary swords emit a piercing noise like the roar of a dragon, and the sharp whistles instantly destroyed the hearing of the few ordinary people on the scene.

The two men stepped on the mud, and then the earth shook. The entire park and even the entire Silvermoon City shook because of this blow!

"Xirik, you are as shameless as you were a hundred years ago." [Asur] said with a sneer.

"I think we're on the same page," Cyric replied. "At least I'm not thick-skinned enough to gather five or six gods before I dare to besiege the enemy."

"You must have friends before you can stick together with them." Tyr, who was using Asur's body, retorted.

Then, time seemed to stop.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying pressure fell on everyone almost instantly.

And Emilia felt like her heart was about to stop.

What exactly is happening on the field at this moment? This one glance tells you.

Fortunately, he didn't let Yin come along.

Two powerful gods have descended here!

And they obviously don't intend to just go through the motions, but to have a real fight!

The exchange of fire between two powerful divine powers is enough to turn the entire Silvermoon City into ruins!

Eighty-two Days of Conflict

In order to know what would happen on this day, Emiya even visited Elturgard before setting off to discuss with the current commander-in-chief of the Hell Knights.

However, Grimnir did not give simple and crude but to the point advice as usual, but looked at Emya with pity and sympathy.

"Isn't this look a little too hurtful?"

At that time, Grimnir patted Emya's shoulder firmly. "Only at this time do you act like a child in your twenties. But unfortunately, this is the time when you can least tolerate your childish temper. People are born without freedom. When the wheel of time rolls on, what they do and what they don't do is out of their control. And you are even one of the main drivers of this trend."

"You hold a concave-convex mirror, facing the blazing sun, converging the endless beams of light onto a single point. Now smoke is rising, the hay is scorching, and only now do you begin to wonder if your firewood is insufficient, if your bonfire will start a wildfire, and attract druids and enemies... Too late! Too late!

"You might think that this matter is a matter of life and death, and that you must be cautious. But unfortunately, death doesn't come when you are ready.

"Let's make a bet, Emiya."

Grimnir said, "If this meeting of yours ends peacefully, I will grant you one favor. If it breaks out into a brawl, or even becomes the beginning of an all-out war, you will make a suit of armor for me and my horse."

"Why are you so sure?"

"The key to victory in war lies in the balance of power, but unfortunately, the key to victory in battle is often simply timing. The demons and the remaining churches should have realized the rise and fall of power. If they have a good understanding of you, they will probably not allow you to win over more forces and allow their strength to explode again."

"Baldur's Gate, Elturgard, Halruaa... one power after another has become your ally because of your efforts, and their strength has skyrocketed with your help. If the devil still doesn't learn from his mistakes after suffering so many losses, then Asmodeus will only be a name in vain."

Now, the incarnations of powerful divine power had only made their first test with each other, and the blast they created almost blew away the entire park.

Silvermoon City, one of the most powerful magical cities in the North, is famous for its wizard's maze, which is the result of later humans trying to imitate the elven maze. It is also one of the important supports for Silvermoon City to stand in the North, and it can even be said to be the real city wall of Silvermoon City.

And now, the powerful barrier that had made countless military achievements was trembling under the true power.

In Emiya's eyes, the Supreme Mage of Silvermoon City called for the assistance of the Mage Mystique in time.

Like water droplets dripping from stalactites, lines of protective magic descended from the sky, covering the participants, and magical shields rose in front of everyone.

Almost in the next second, the two gods created the first round of explosions.

The two long swords tore through the air, producing sharp explosions and red-hot flames. Before the dense explosions could be heard, they were covered by even denser clashes of steel.

Every time the two swords touched, a hurricane blast would unleash, shaking the entire park. Most people, even at the moment the two gods' swords first clashed, were swept into the air by the storm, only relying on the Silvermoon City maze to avoid instant annihilation.

Along with them, all the vegetation and soil in the park also went up to the sky.

Every step the gods take leaves a scar on the earth. Every swing of their swords leaves a lifeless being. The aftermath of their battles is enough to shake the entire battlefield.

The trigger spell on Emiya had already been activated by the first wave of storm, and he was now tightly surrounded by Otiluk's elastic shield.

However, this spell has a flaw that shouldn't be so fatal - it can be pushed.

As a result, Emilia was unwillingly swept into the air by the storm and forced to become one of the spectators of the fight between the two gods.

Then, he had to admit: as a mage, he was completely unable to see clearly the battle at this level. Not to mention the trajectory of the sword, even the trajectory of Xirik's incarnation was barely catching him thanks to Tyr's suppression.

He also wanted to cast a spell on the incarnation. When he chanted the spell, the incarnation of the god could go in and out seven times within the limit of the distance where he cast the spell.

If he really encountered an enemy of this level, even if the opponent did not use any additional magic, he would have no power to resist on his own.

But now it's war.

Emiya took a deep breath and called her military advisor via telepathic link: "Your Majesty, over in Silvermoon City, Cyric has directly sent down his avatar, and Tyr is trying to stop him. Has this already started an all-out war?"

Grimnir answered almost without thinking: [Don't worry, this is not an all-out war.]

【no? 】

"Because all-out war doesn't require a divine intervention." Grimnir chuckled leisurely. "Even an all-out war wouldn't begin with a divine intervention—if the other side's divine intervention occurs, it means they've already staked everything on the war table. In this war, each side desires to devour the other's flesh and blood. It's all or nothing."

The negotiation just now was the devil's last chance to retreat. If they admitted the failure of this attack, paid compensation, and left Toril, the people of Faerûn would not really rush into Hell to try to wipe out the enemy. Even the always radical Emya would not make such a decision.

But now, they have no choice.

The war has begun!

[Lady Elastra.] He spoke to the lord of Silvermoon City through the magical Chosen One's ability to summon, saying, "Although the Lords' Alliance is loose, there is still a mutual defense agreement."

Alastro Silverhand, who had also escaped from the center of the battlefield by triggering magic, took a painful breath.

What caught her eyes were flowers and grass leaves broken like gravel, and soil dancing in the sky like a tide.

Her last bit of hope was also shattered.

Silvermoon City had always been reluctant to become the front line of the war, so it kept shirking responsibility. Consequently, the fiercest battle erupted first within Silvermoon City.

Two incarnations of powerful divine power were fighting directly in the material plane. The last time such a thing happened was during the turbulent years a hundred years ago!

Half of the city has been caught up in the storm of gods fighting.

Silvermoon City will become the front line, and the North will become a battlefield.

At this moment, the maze of Silvermoon City suddenly sent a warning to its master.

"Alarm! Alarm! A large portal has been detected. Connected to the plane: the Abyss."

Erastra was stunned for a moment, nearly bursting out in anger. "How could it be so fast? Exactly where?"

Misuo gave the answer.

Elastra felt her blood run cold.

The location is the Harpist base in Silvermoon City.

The consequences of Elminster and a considerable number of high-ranking Harpers not opposing the All-Knowing One immediately began to show their most hideous side.

It's the annual visa extension day again

I went out to queue at six in the morning, and then waited in line at the city hall for seven or eight hours before I got to my German entertainment. I was completely burned out after spending the day there... I can't have it this morning, I'm very sorry.

At the same time, the next chapter will likely be the book's final battle, and I'll have to think over how to unfold the story. I'll try to update on the evening of the 16th.

Total War: Faerûn (Part 1)

With the sound of another dense metal friction, another round between the God of Lies and the God of Justice ended.

The holy sword of the God of Justice grazed the neck of the God of Lies, leaving an unusually clear red mark on his body.

Centuries ago, Lathander, the God of the Morning, descended to slay the corrupted Sammaster. This former Chosen of Mystra wielded a scroll imbued with the power of the Goddess of Magic, wounding the god's avatar. The blood shed during that battle remains a sacred relic of the Church to this day.

And now, in the ruined park, crimson blood was gushing out from Xirik's neck. The most precious divine blood dripped onto the ground like the blood of a slaughtered pig.

After all, Cyric was a god more adept at scheming and intrigue. Fighting Tyr, the god of war, on the battlefield was simply too much to ask.

However, the fact that Xirik fell into a disadvantage so quickly was to verify another thing.

The God of Lies touched his neck and nonchalantly smeared the blood on his face. "Tyr, there are more than just one or two pairs of eyes looking at us."

And Tyr also silently stopped and did not continue the attack.

Cyric said casually, "All the gods have humiliated themselves for too long, all have licked their wounds. All are eager for revenge and vengeance... but they still remember the pain of the Year of Troubles, so they have to wait for an answer. You and I are the only exceptions: I fear nothing, and you scorn fear."

"But now, this is a major event that will soon sweep across Faerûn, and too many gods want an answer. And they know that the only one who can decide the question will never give a direct answer. Therefore, they are waiting for our results."

During the few rounds of battle with Cyric, the God of Lies talked almost non-stop, and Tyr never spared his words. Only on this topic did he not refute him.

Now, all the gods are waiting for the answer to a question: Gods, can you now send down incarnations at will in the material plane and start a war between gods?

The screams coming from all around had become insignificant background noise, and the storm caused by the battle between gods had crushed the snow clouds in the sky.

Glistening ice crystals began to drift down along the gradually subsiding storm. The pure crystals, whipped by the roaring divine power, drifted through the sky, gradually becoming stained with blazing gold and a dark crimson tinge.

But other than that, the world was surprisingly quiet.

No one came to interfere in the battlefield, even though two powerful divine powers were now appearing in front of all living beings without any cover, and this news was likely to have spread to every corner of Faerun.

There was no need to even ask for the possibility. The two powerful gods knew very clearly that now all regions in Faerun were spreading this news with various emotions: the two powerful gods had descended, and at the same time they were not simply trying to intimidate each other, but had really started fighting.

But at this point, [He] still did not appear.

Snowflakes fell, about to pass through the eyes of the two gods. But just before that moment arrived, the two gods simultaneously transformed into streams of light and charged towards each other, sweeping up the scorching air and instantly burning away the last bit of cold air in the park.

The howling storm rose to the clouds and set the sky on fire.

All the gods already know the answer.

Then, a voice began to echo along the magic web and echoed in every corner of Faerun.

It was a gentle and warm yet surprisingly firm female voice.

"I am Mystra, the goddess of magic, and the all-knowing One of the gods and non-gods. Now, I must make a difficult decision and announce it to the world.

"For a long time, a small number of churches have completely controlled the operation of the world. They define good, evil, and even survival.

"The Church of Tyr claims to uphold justice, but they are nothing more than heavily armed, rampaging through remote villages that are powerless to resist them. The Church of Torm advocates enthusiasm, but it only makes things worse. The Church of Ilmater boasts of sympathy for suffering, but it only demands patience.

"They claim they don't spread their faith through fear, but they've simply learned how to define their enemies and see slaughtering them as glorious. Finally, they shamelessly claim they're ridding the people of harm, yet ultimately demand taxes from their own followers. That would be fine, but even if you've become a believer, you're still divided into different classes. Ordinary believers are always lambs, while priests wield whips."

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