Equipment Printing School Mage

The fountain of youth, also known as the elixir of youth.

As the name suggests, this magical item of treasure is one of the most effective and safest items for prolonging life.

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With almost no hesitation, Emya teleported to the walls of Baldur's Gate.

If it weren't for that trip to the Gear Shop, he would never have had such a bad association.

But now he knew that Feren had firearms, and it seemed that the development progress was actually quite good - at least the gear workshop obviously had the technology to prepare gunpowder on a large scale.

In this case, the black powder with its unpleasant and strange smell did not allow him to not think too much.

Emiya shouted loudly to the city wall, "Excuse me, everyone from the Flaming Fist, was there a pile of barrels piled up next to the city wall just now?"

His arrival naturally attracted the attention of the Flame Fist soldiers. Glinting crossbows were almost immediately aimed at the city walls. Several Flame Fist soldiers shouted, "Mr. Mage, the city walls are on guard right now. Please refrain from making such suspicious movements!"

Of course, Emilia knew about this, but if there really was a powder keg under the city wall, he wouldn't care about it.

Emilia raised her hands and stepped back, saying, "I was too reckless. But could you please do something about those barrels? I have some connection to that cargo, and I hope it's properly disposed of! At least not piled up under the city wall?"

"No!" the Flame Fist soldier replied with remarkable decisiveness. "We're on guard duty. Now's not the time to be helping others protect their cargo. Also, please don't act rashly. While we're not allowed to move around freely, we can't let you do anything under our watch!"

Emiya's face darkened.

It was a difficult situation. Furthermore, this was a secret of the Gond Church. Even if he explained the power of the powder keg, he might not be able to convince the Flaming Fist soldiers.

The power of black powder is limited. Now that it is scattered under the city wall, even if it is ignited, it will not cause significant damage to the city wall. It can also make Flame Fist realize how dangerous those things under the city wall are.

In this case, why the powder keg of the Gund Church appeared under the city wall is something to be considered later.

Ninety-two Murder Resurrection Days

Anta Silvershield managed to survive the long arcane disaster.

Even though the old man was so old that he seemed like he would die at any moment, he was still alive after all.

Apodel Adrian was so shocked by this fact that he was speechless at first. It was a long time later that he realized that the biggest gap between him and the old Grand Duke had not yet been bridged.

He had promised to work hard to retrieve the dagger that was said to have imprisoned Shi Ji's soul. But in the end, he succeeded in killing the mastermind behind all this and beheaded June Ernicus.

However, he did not find the dagger called the Soul Reaper.

"Ah, I can tell from your expression." Anta Silvershield was clearly suffering from asthma, and his breathing and speaking seemed to be accompanied by the sound of a bellows. "You think you've done everything you can to save Shi Ji, don't you?"

"Yes." Even though Apodel Adrian was a paladin and couldn't easily express certainty, he answered decisively. "I killed the ultimate murderer and commissioned the Harpers to find him. I even made the highest promise to do so. I interrogated all the enemies I captured. With no idea where the Soul Reaper is, or even what it looks like, or who holds it, and with the Soul Reaper's owner remaining silent for centuries, I truly have no way of finding any leads other than some charlatans."

"Ah."

Apodel had anticipated the reaction of Grand Duke Anta Silvershield. But the dying old man simply laughed and said, "It's okay. Please follow me—"

The current Grand Duke of Silver Shield pushed a wheelchair out of the house. Apodel wanted to go forward to support him, but was slowly and firmly pushed away by Anta Silver Shield.

Anta Silver Shield was so old that even moving his body would cause his face to twitch due to the pain in his joints, but now he had an energy that came from nowhere. He sat in the wheelchair and walked straight out.

His destination is a strange open-air mausoleum located behind the mansion.

It is made entirely of fiberglass and looks like a magnificent temple.

The only object enshrined in this mausoleum is a female corpse lying quietly in the ice.

The body of Shiji Silvershield.

A century passes quickly, but human emotions can be stronger than time.

And Apodale frowned.

Near the crystal coffin, a man in a black robe was standing there silently.

The strange thing was that the figure in the black robe seemed to be invisible and seemed to be unusually transparent. This showed that he was invisible, but was only seen through by Apodel's True Sight.

The man in black robe was wearing almost no clothes and was almost naked under the robe.

Apodel had seen such an enemy a few days ago.

They attacked the Emia team a few days ago.

As expected, these people are the priests of the Gods Not Gods Church and the minions of the devil.

This invitation is a trap.

Apodel did not continue to follow Anta Silver Shield forward, but silently drew out the Holy Avenger, and the magic-destroying aura roared and spread out with him as the center.

Grand Duke Silver Shield hesitated when he saw this scene, but Anta Silver Shield ignored him and pushed his wheelchair into the mausoleum, while the man in black robe walked towards Apodel casually.

Apodel gestured to brandish his sword and asked doubtfully, "The Silver Shield Family has come this far thanks to the hard work of countless people. Even if there's an irreconcilable grudge against me, it's only natural for me to spend all my wealth on this—but is it necessary to collaborate with the devil for this?"

The devil will always take more from you than you are willing to give.

"I don't want to speak for those bastards." The man in black robe was unexpectedly familiar and took over the conversation. "Since you can see me, then, Apodel, please look at this."

The man in black robe pulled out a light dagger from his waist with ease.

It was light, short, and pitch black. The golden sunset light that shone on it was almost completely absorbed in an instant, as if it were some kind of mysterious celestial body.

Apodale's brow furrowed.

A glimpse of something that had been dormant in his mind for a century slowly surfaced, causing him to hesitate and say, "...Soul Reaper?"

The black-robed man said calmly, "The truth is simple—the Soul Reaper has always been in the hands of the devil. It's just that to them, Apodel Adrian was a hated creature they avoided the most, so for a hundred years, he has disappeared from the material plane."

Yes, the soul of a paladin was originally the target most coveted by the devil: powerful, noble, and steadfast. The difficulties and obstacles that tempted the paladin only became a sense of accomplishment for the devil.

But with a Bhaalson paladin, everything suddenly became disgusting—not even demons could steal the soul from the Son of God. The moment of their death, their souls became food for the deceased god. Consequently, if they tried to deal with the Son of Bhaal, it would be a complete loss.

In this case, today's scene becomes even more bizarre.

Apodel wasn't panicked at all. Instead, his face showed more confusion. "--So? Where are your manpower? Multiple Pit Fiends, or simply opening the gate to Hell... If they want to kill me, at least one of these two will be needed, right?"

Just a few people present wanted to kill him? As an ambush, it was a bit too poor.

He is now striding out. Is there anyone who can stop him?

Anta Silvershield didn't show any dissatisfaction, but shook his head. "You may have some misunderstandings—the Silvershield family has nothing to do with this matter. We were simply asked to prevent the resurrected Avatar of Baal from escaping and to protect the citizens of Baldur's Gate."

At this moment, the man in black robe finally let out a long sigh.

He took off his hood, revealing a tired and scarred face.

Every bit of flesh on his face had been torn apart in an extremely vicious manner and then sewn back together in the most clumsy way, causing the flesh on his face to be tangled together like dozens of centipedes, and his facial features had been completely pushed aside by the new flesh.

"My name is Weiyekang, and I have met you twice."

"My brother. Actually, if I wanted to kill you, there's a way you've probably already forgotten."

Then, the black-robed man, Viecon, raised the dagger with a sigh of relief: "--Finally, it's over."

A certain word in this sentence made Apodale's hair stand on end.

The next moment, the Holy Avenger swung out like a thunderclap, and the black-robed man's right arm holding the dagger flew into the sky almost instantly.

However, Viecon did not attack Apodel, but instead wielded the Soul Reaper to cut open his own neck. The Soul Reaper cut through his body as if it were cutting through clear water, and in just a moment, blood from his arteries gushed out like a fountain.

Weiyekon's arm fell to the ground, but he seemed to feel no pain. He said in a hoarse voice, almost like crying, "Why hasn't my soul been sucked away?"

Then, the blood that rushed into the sky dripped onto the ground, outlining the holy emblem of Baal and a scarlet number.

two.

Viecon was not lying, he was indeed Apodel's brother.

At the moment of his death, the power of Baal in the deceased's body spontaneously surged into Apodel's body like a raging tide.

Almost immediately, the sky was lit up by a fiery blaze of burning sulfur. With Silver Shield Mansion at its center, crimson clouds of fire erupted endlessly, enveloping Baldur's Gate in an instant.

Then, two beams of light, one thin and one thick, descended from the sky, one landing on Apodel, and the other landing on the top of the wizard's tower in the Witch Grocery Store.

Apodel tried to dodge, but the beam of light was much faster than him.

The moment the beam of light touched Apodel, he immediately experienced the pain that he had not felt for a hundred years.

It was a pain that made my blood boil.

The blood of Baal in his body began to become active again.

The death of another son of Bhaal wasn't enough to cause him such pain. The real problem was the sulfurous clouds in the sky.

The blood in Apodale practically came alive, piercing through him like a blade, ready to transform him into another monster.

"Dang Cang."

In the agony of being shattered to pieces, Apodel could no longer hold the holy sword in his hand. Cassomir fell helplessly to the ground.

Anta Silvershield looked up at another beam of light at the end of the sky and said expressionlessly, "That Archduchess is actually the last Son of Baal that the devil has been unable to find. It's amazing."

As he spoke, he waved his hand towards Grand Duke Silver Shield and said, "Call on your disciples to protect Mr. Apodale and forbid anyone from approaching. Also, inform the Frostfire Merchant Guild that we may have a Slayer incarnation here. I hope they can help us."

Almost at the same time, two scarlet figures appeared above the mansion and slowly fell from the sky.

A man was wearing a red robe, and his exposed forehead was covered with tattoos. It was the red-robed wizard Nickman.

The other one had horns and wings and fiery red skin. He was the devil Raphael who had visited the Council of Four.

Apodel fell to the ground with great effort, trying to hold onto Casomire again. Before that, the red-robed wizard had already opened his mouth mercilessly: "—Time stops."

Then, time stopped.

Battles between mages are often filled with intrigue and are extremely complicated.

Among them, there was one spell that was a sure-kill move that could nearly flip the table. Unless there was no chance of winning, or victory was absolutely necessary, no side would consider using a spell that could break the magic.

It can override the level difference between spellcasters and unconditionally destroy almost all magical effects and even magical items. Only a few force field spells and artifacts can survive.

It represents the determination to make the target lose all ability to resist, even if the battle ends in failure.

The red-robed wizard landed quietly and leisurely in the stagnant time, walked to the side of Apodel, and released the devastating blow: "Mordenkainen Disintegration."

A storm of magic blossomed from his fingertips.

The first to suffer were almost all the protective spells in the Silver Shield family's backyard. These spells had provided protection for the family in the past, but at this time they became stumbling blocks to the disintegration spell, and were ruthlessly torn into pieces one by one.

Next up is the Holy Avenger.

The sword is a weapon.

If the Holy Avenger was still held by Apodel, the magic-breaking aura it and Apodel would emit together could counteract or even block the effects of the Disintegration spell. If this happened, any wizard who dared to approach Apodel would be instantly split in two.

But now, the Holy Avenger lying in the mud is just a sword.

After the spell of disintegration passed, Casomire, which had once destroyed countless evils, lost all its glory and officially became history.

What remained was just an ordinary, weathered steel sword.

The red dragon scales lost their power and transformed into a useless object made of protein. The Ioun Stone on Apodel's head lost its magic and rolled to the ground with a clang.

Finally, the huge rock in the dimensional bag he carried tumbled out, crushing all the other items that had been placed inside. The huge dimensional hole lost its ability to connect spaces, and all the items within it poured out like a fountain, their luster fading in the storm of disintegration.

How much is the value of Apodel's belongings? Perhaps enough to buy half of Baldur's Gate.

And all of this turned into waste in one spell.

"A spell that makes both enemies and friends cry..." Raphael turned his eyes away reluctantly, "This is wealth that can buy the souls of thousands of people—"

However, the Red Mage also used this opportunity to completely eliminate Apodel's last chance of resistance. He looked up at the sky coldly and said, "Even if we use all these treasures, it will be difficult to make the All-Knowing One take action again. How much time does he have?"

Raphael said calmly, "My Lord said that when only the last two Sons of Baal remain, he can raise this threshold and allow the transformation to begin earlier. Even Apodel Adrian, faced with the blood of his father, could only sustain himself for two more minutes at most."

Listening to the words, the Son of Bhaal silently watched his life's work go to waste. He squeezed out a breath from between his teeth, suppressed the pain, and sat on the ground, maintaining his last dignity.

At the same time, Pastors Gunde, carrying muskets on their backs, rushed into the house in an orderly manner. Looking at the scene in front of them, they were a little at a loss.

The Silver Shield Duke was silent for a moment, then spoke, "People of Gond, the Son of Baal has fought the murderous blood within his body his entire life, but unfortunately, today, he has been defeated for the first and last time. Prepare your weapons. If he transforms into Baal here, attack the former Lord Apodel immediately."

"As a paladin, he certainly wouldn't want to lose his dignity."

"People of Gond, light the matches, raise your guns, and prepare to send Mr. Apodale off."

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"Alright alright!"

On Emiya's side, things took an unexpected turn.

Wagner and Schwartz, who had met them briefly before, were also on the city wall. Due to their past connection, the Flaming Fist soldiers finally agreed to push the goods away from under the city wall.

However, at this moment, Sig's message reached Emiya's mind: [—Help! Emiya! Big Sister Imon's true form has gone mad! Yin has immobilized her. Come back quickly and think of a solution!]