Equipment Printing School Mage
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A large piece of iron ingot that was already red-hot was sent into a furnace as hot as the surface of the sun by Gunde's mechanical arm. After a few seconds, it was taken out directly and placed on the anvil in front of Gunde.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The hammer in Gonde's hand might have weighed nearly a hundred kilograms, but in the god's hand it felt as light as a dagger. With a few lightning-fast blows, Gonde had already hammered the iron ingot into a neat plate.
The basic material for making plate armor is countless iron plates like this. The blacksmith will cut the iron plates, then bend them into the shape they need with a hammer, and finally piece them together. This is the most simplified description of the plate armor production process.
The countless repeated hammering during this period should be the difficulty in making plate armor.
But this problem is being solved by Gunde in the most brutal way.
The purest control of power, the extreme speed brought by the most proficient proficiency, and the infinite physical strength brought by the body of a god.
The heavy hammer that was powerful enough to split mountains and rocks now fell on the iron like a meteor shower.
The most outrageous thing is that this heavy hammer can actually emit blue lightning and white frost. This seemingly lethal force is used by Gond to cut and cool steel under his control.
To outsiders, the solid steel looked like wet clay, which Gunde could manipulate into shape at will.
All the processes that require a long time are completed at an astonishing speed under the skills and tools of the God of Craftsmen.
"Oh, Emiya, I have some bad news." Sig's message also arrived. "—It's not just Gond working; all the robotic arms are working simultaneously. While their efficiency is much lower, combined, I estimate their efficiency is about half that of the god Gond."
Only six seconds had passed, and Yin hadn't even had time to start casting the spell.
Boom!
In this incredibly short period of time, a breastplate had left the Gond Anvil.
Based on this efficiency, even conservatively speaking, Gund's armor manufacturing speed is more than three times that of Emya.
Not to mention, even if calculated at the speed of one piece of plate armor per minute, it would still take Emilia an exaggerated 450 minutes to complete the task. She would have to cast spells continuously for nearly eight hours, and the consumption of physical strength and energy during this period would inevitably lead to a further decline in efficiency.
And Gond? Firstly, a god's physical strength would not be completely exhausted in just eight hours. Even if we take a step back, it wouldn't take him that long to complete these 450 sets of armor.
——There is no way to compare!
"Here it comes!" Yin stared at Gunde's hammer as he quickly retreated to Emya's side and placed his hand on his back. "I like this kind of competition, but that hammer is a true weapon used by the gods themselves. It's a huge improvement for this God of Craftsmen."
The power of silver is immediate.
The moment his hand touched hers, everything around him seemed to slow down, only Yin's voice still reached his ears smoothly.
He couldn't confirm whether his production speed had increased, and had to rely on confirming other people's reactions to accurately estimate the effect of Silver's ability.
Emiya withdrew from the structural senses for a very short time and observed the direction of Gond.
Time seemed to really slow down, or perhaps he was speeding up.
...The scale of time speed change is approximately between two and three times.
He could even barely see the process of Gond's steel hammer spewing lightning and frost.
...sledgehammer?
A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind. He didn't have time to elaborate. He only had time to shout to Sig and Mars: "Gund's hammer is wrong!" and immediately threw himself back into making the armor.
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[…Huh? Something wrong?] Higg painfully shielded his eyes with his hands to avoid being burned by the jumping sparks, and asked in confusion, [What's wrong?]
Mars was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly, and slammed his right fist into his left palm: "That's right... it's wrong!"
He didn't have time to explain to Sig. He rushed to Gunde at the speed of a 100-meter sprint and shouted amid the roar of thunder: "God Gunde, you cannot use your hammer in the competition!"
"...Huh?!" Even though the god wasn't distracted and the speed of crafting the armor didn't slow down at all, this bizarre statement still made Gunde turn around and ask, "It can't be used? Why?"
"Because you explained it very clearly!" Mars raised his voice, "The materials are provided by the Gonde Church and taken from the warehouse of this gear workshop. You will be the only one participating in this competition, and--"
He spoke clearly, as if worried that Gond would try to get away with it. "Only use the tools in this gear shop! So you can't use this hammer!"
"——Fuck!!!" The God of Craftsmen was no gentle man. Upon hearing this sudden question, he couldn't help but curse out loud, "This is my own fucking sledgehammer! Why can't I use it?"
Gond's roar echoed in Mars' mind, making him dizzy, but he still gritted his teeth and replied, "You said it yourself! Does that mean this hammer belongs to the Gear Workshop and that every Gond citizen can use it on a daily basis?"
This is of course impossible.
Faced with such controversy, even Gond hesitated and was forced to stop his forging - of course, the magical machinery around him continued to work non-stop -
"That's true, but isn't it the default to be able to use your own equipment?" Gonde pointed at Emya angrily, "Don't your mages use their own staffs..."
Halfway through his speech, the God of Craftsmen's voice fell silent.
If the divine craftsmanship requires any materials, they are only the materials used for making it. No additional casting materials are required.
In other words, Emiya really didn't use any extra equipment. Even their entire team did the same.
Then naturally, Gond should not be like this either.
"Fuck..." This blow really caught Gunde off guard. He slapped his face and said, "Okay, okay, I'm being negligent! I really didn't mean to do that."
He angrily threw the sledgehammer to the ground, then his figure disappeared and reappeared at the same place with a large box of tools.
This time, the toolbox in his arms was engraved with the emblem of Gond. Obviously, these were the tools that really came from the Gear Workshop.
"That violation..."
"Don't push your luck!" Gond immediately followed the paladin's pedantic approach, "Violation? Did I mention the penalty for violation before? If not, then there is none."
Not everyone considers the rules as carefully as jurists, paladins, devils, or the Church of Tyr. Rather, it's those who prioritize rules that are the outliers.
At this point, Gunde was stunned for a moment: "Does that mean I can even get the hammer back...?"
Seeing the God of Craftsmen starting to think crookedly, the bard coughed and said, "If you had done that, today would have turned out like this: the blacksmithing skills of Eimia of Lunya have reached such a level that even the God of Craftsmen, Gund, would have had to resort to serious cheating to win."
A god has to cheat to defeat a mortal in his own art?! This is worse than losing!
Gond cast an angry look in Emya's direction.
The paladin and bard managed to tangle with him for several minutes, rendering him completely incapable of action. Even the God of Craftsmen couldn't help but check on his competitor's progress.
Then he couldn't help but take a breath.
In just these few minutes, nearly ten sets of armor stood quietly behind Emilia.
How the hell is this possible? According to his estimation, that kid can only complete one set in one minute. Although this efficiency is enough to shock the continent, it is still not enough to surpass him!
Why did his efficiency suddenly double?
Gond's eyes met Silver's, and Silver stared back fearlessly, but his hands remained on Emya.
Gunde's body trembled slightly, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.
There can be no more delay.
"Oh!"
Gond ignored the paladin and the bard, and smashed the hammer in his hand onto the steel like a meteor.
As one gains strength while the other loses, if he keeps stalling, he might really lose!
Things are turbulent in Baldur's Gate, so what is the Church of Gund in Baldur's Gate doing?
Are they watching their main god being beaten on a blacksmith's table by a twenty-year-old young wizard?
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Just as the gear workshop in the northwest of Baldur's Gate was literally in full swing, Apodel and his shapeshifting followers had already arrived at the corner of the city wall in the lower city.
This is where the Lucky Church was originally located. The main believers of the Lucky Church are gamblers and adventurers, and they are not upper-class people.
The location of the church is naturally the center where believers gather.
"There's still no new sign hanging up." Apodel frowned as he looked at the church door.
He knew what had happened here. However, this former church should have been deserted, perhaps even torn down to ruins by the newly arrived Chamber of Commerce, with a new building rebuilt on the foundation.
But its new owner seemed quite kind and chose to preserve this cathedral, which was once quite prestigious in Baldur's Gate.
However, the Frostfire Merchant Guild had apparently not yet moved in, causing the cathedral to experience a depression unprecedented in centuries.
In front of the empty church gate, there were only two underage children, a boy and a girl, pasting posters on the church wall.
It depicts the eldest son of Grand Duke Valakan.
Apodale pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and said hello: "The two in front..."
However, this ordinary action caused an extremely intense reaction. The two children shook almost at the same time, almost jumped up, and almost ran away immediately.
Apodale narrowed his eyes slightly—a familiar reaction. Children with such vigilance often had a shady record.
But even a paladin wasn't indifferent to priorities. He didn't have time to carefully examine the two children's theft records. He simply asked, "Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong! I'm just passing by and wanted to ask for information. Hello, I just arrived in Baldur's Gate and wanted to visit the Church of Fortune. Do you know what happened to the Church of Fortune?"
Of the two children, the boy was human, while the girl was a red-skinned, horned tiefling.
After being startled, the little boy patted his chest and let out a long sigh, coughing lightly. "What misunderstanding? Kalak and I are doing legitimate work here! As for the Lucky Church? I don't know what happened, but I know they left last night pushing a truck. It seems the Tymora Church has closed down."
Apodale already knew about this, but he continued to ask, "So, do you know where the pastors of Lucky Church have gone? Is the church ownerless now?"
"Don't ask us!" the little boy replied irritably. "I only know the priests have gone outside the city. As for which inn they're staying in, how would I know? Maybe they've gone to Little Calimshan? Anyway, Grand Duke Vallaken wants his eldest son to be Grand Duke, so he's spending money all over the city. He's very generous. He probably doesn't mind having a few more mouths to feed."
As he spoke, the little boy, who was obviously more lively than the little girl beside him, also pasted the last poster in his hand on the wall of the Lucky Church. Instead of continuing to talk to Apodale and his group, he pulled his companion and said, "Sorry, sir, we have finished our work today and need to go back to rest!"
"Sorry for disturbing you."
Strange kid.
This was Apodale's first reaction.
Maybe they really are orphans adopted by the Thieves Guild, so they are unwilling to talk too much with strangers?
If that's the case, if they're too enthusiastic, Apodale might have to be careful with his wallet.
At this moment, the maid following behind him suddenly took a few steps forward and whispered, "They know you, Master Paladin. They are going back to inform you."
...? !
Apodale was stunned for a moment: "Do you know them?"
"No, I don't know them," Lorian replied calmly. "These two children told me in their hearts. They're not from the Thieves Guild. They're from an orphanage called Hope's Residence. This orphanage has been in Baldur's Gate for quite some time. Many of the orphans who came out of it have grown up, and some have even become successful in Baldur's Gate and maintain contact with the orphanage."
There is no statue of Apodel left in Baldur's Gate - after all, he and Grand Duke Anta Silvershield had a really big fight back then.
Many people may know Apodale, but it is unusual that even two children in an orphanage know his appearance.
Apodale pondered for a moment and said, "Then let's change our itinerary. I'm planning to visit the Residence of Hope."
Sixty-Nine: The Power of Gods and the Talent of Mortals (Part 3)
In theory, it wasn't just Emya who was fighting against Gunde, but the whole team working together.
This statement was somewhat flattering, after all, Paladins and Sigs excelled at charging on the battlefield and eloquently debating. They might have a superficial understanding of weapons and armor, but that was all, preventing them from truly participating in such a duel of artisans.
So, at this time, most of the time, they can only worry.
Two hundred and fifty sets.
Mars silently calculated Gond's progress.
When the competition had just begun, Emya could still estimate Gond's progress with a single glance, but now, the armor produced by both sides had piled up into a small mountain, occupying the space where the steel ingots once stood.
Now, the clock is moving again.
Two hours have passed since the game started.
The competition is already halfway through.
Without his hammer, Gunde's speed dropped sharply.
On the one hand, Gond's artifact was incredibly powerful, providing irreplaceable assistance to his forging. On the other hand, Gond was suddenly forced to abandon it mid-game. He clearly had no need to forge armor quickly with ordinary tools, and his experience was limited.
For a while, the progress of the two was inseparable.
But Mars realized that something was wrong.
He and Sig had previously managed to disrupt Gond's rhythm, causing the God of Craftsmen to become somewhat flustered. But now, Gond's movements were becoming more and more coordinated.
——The speed is also getting faster and faster.
Emiya, who had been casting spells for two hours straight, was sweating uncontrollably on her forehead. Even Yin's cheeks were beginning to turn slightly pale.
Mortals versus gods, physical exertion is an inherent part of the competition. Gunde's willingness to help Emya recover before the match was fair enough; it was impossible for him to maintain Emya at her peak.
[Sieg, Gund has reached 250 sets! Where's Emiya?] Mars asked in the telepathic connection.
Emilia obviously no longer had the energy to count the piles of armor.
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