"This has nothing to do with you. When will you feel that everything is out of control?"

"For example, during one of your past lives, you were captured alive by the devil and bound to hell?"

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"...Why hasn't the transformation started yet?!"

The red-robed wizard Nickman almost shouted.

Apodel Adrian just sat there, even struggling to hold the powerless Holy Avenger in his hands. The slightly twitching muscles on his face proved that he was in great pain at this moment.

But he still hadn't transformed yet. Sitting there was still the human paladin.

The red-robed wizard looked around with some dissatisfaction at the dark gun muzzles and scattered sparks, and uneasily added a layer of protection against arrows. "I just want Apodel to disappear from this world. I think this alliance goal is already very easy to achieve!"

Raphael's expression turned grim. He was silent for a moment before replying, "I believe we should show due respect to the strongest paladin in Faerun. You Cyrans should be the most aware of how dangerous he is."

"I've heard that the reason the necromancy is becoming increasingly powerful among the Cyrans is because many factions' red-robed mages are practically powerless against Apodel. As long as he gets close, they're doomed. Conversely, the undead can act as human shields against his holy sword, buying precious time... If you can eliminate this formidable foe, the achievement will surely catapult you to a high position in Cyran. Why worry about a few mere minutes?"

Before the devil could continue his persuasion, the expression on Grand Duke Silver Shield's face had already turned unfriendly.

Grand Duke Silvershield glanced at his ancestor, Anta Silvershield, then at the already wavering people of Gond, and heaved a sigh of relief: "If Mr. Apodel will not transform into Baal, then we should instead assist him."

Raphael looked back at the people of Gond present.

They all breathed a sigh of relief.

Raphael shook his head slightly, a smile on his face. "Grand Duke Silver Shield, you have been trying very hard to sway between the two sides. Shiji Silver Shield is the last descendant of Anta Silver Shield. Her death also means that the last descendant of Anta I has died for some reason, and he has not had any children since then. Your family has gradually become the dominant one in the Silver Shield family after being recognized by Anta Silver Shield. Your family has received great favors from Anta Silver Shield, so you are willing to work hard for him. But you don't trust us that much, so you try your best to control our cooperation to a minimum -"

Raphael smiled broadly and pointed eastward. "However, unfortunately, this afternoon, one of the carriages in the Gond Church's convoy, traveling through the Cockatrice Gate to Flying Dragon Rock, broke down midway and was forced to rest. During this brief moment, the gunpowder barrel aboard fell into the hands of Grand Duke Valakon."

"..." Grand Duke Silver Shield was startled and shouted angrily, "Nonsense! Gunpowder is a taboo of the Gond Church. I didn't send any firearms or gunpowder to the Flame Fist at all!"

"Ha!" Raphael couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this. "If you can abuse your power to produce firearms, then this gunpowder naturally can't be completely under your control. So, it's not inconceivable that the holy water bucket was replaced with a gunpowder keg."

The devil clapped his hands. "By now, a cart of gunpowder has probably been dumped at the Cockatrice Gate, and Grand Duke Valakan has probably begun to march towards Baldur's Gate—"

Almost at the same time, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in the east of them. Soil and bricks rushed into the sky like blooming flowers, and wisps of white smoke rose slowly in the distance like clouds.

The face of Grand Duke Silver Shield instantly turned as pale as the smoke.

Raphael said leisurely, "We've been preparing for this day for eighty years. We've mobilized our Lord's power to find every surviving Son of Bhaal, assessing their circumstances one by one and bringing them under control. They might not have sired a few illegitimate children at a party, but we have to find them one by one! It took us a full eighty years, and we've brought all the Sons of Bhaal under control, save for Apodel and Imoen. We've invested so much energy, and we won't allow anyone to disrupt our plans at this time."

He clapped his hands and said, "-- Your Excellency Anta Silvershield, let me remind you of one more thing. Indeed, Shiji Silvershield's soul is in that dagger. However, we have not yet told you how to free your soul from that dagger."

Anta Silver Shield suddenly raised his head.

Raphael's smile widened. "I'm sorry, I can't tell you now. Once we bring Baal back to Baator, we'll have the solution."

After saying all this, Raphael said slowly, "Grand Duke Silvershield, you have no way out. The entire Baldur's Gate was in turmoil during the Arcane Scourge, and we have done a lot for the Silvershield family. You can't just jump ship if you want."

The Grand Duke of Silver Shield didn't answer immediately. After a long pause, he spoke in a dry voice, "...Set up defenses around here. No one is allowed to approach. If anyone insists on approaching, alert me immediately. This is... my order as the Lord of Silver Shield... No, this is my order as the Grand Craftsman!"

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The old man stepped on the rock floor of the waiting room in the side hall, and the crisp echoes repeatedly floated in the narrow room, as if the heart was beating continuously pumping blood.

Finally, he asked, "What if I still refuse?"

Emiya was silent for a moment, then replied, "Then there's nothing I can do. I can only look for other fighting forces I can find, and then go to the Silver Shield Mansion and fight to the death."

The old man took a few steps closer and said, "You are different. With your talent, the wiser choice would be to withdraw now. Your life is more valuable than you think. You shouldn't so easily spill your blood here."

"First, one of my team members is involved, and according to the agreement, I can't abandon him. Secondly..." Emilia shook her head firmly, "If I want to save people, then naturally I should also bet my life on it."

"…………!"

The old man stopped answering and tugged at his hair which was tangled with his beard in annoyance.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man finally walked to Emilia's side and whispered in his ear, "The power of the gods is beyond mortal imagination. But gods are by no means omnipotent. Even when gods act in the mortal world, they must consider the loss of their own power. Since the Omniscient One is still trying to capture another god, his power is limited."

"So, even God needs to consider living within his means. If you want to reverse this crisis, you should start here."

"The greatest difficulty you are facing right now is the entrapment of Apodel Adrian. Your first goal is to free him from the influence of the All-Knowing One's divine power."

"Gods need anchor points to perform miracles—someone mentions their name, a believer appears near the target, or a statue or temple is nearby. These can help reduce the loss of miracles."

In other words, when all of the above do not exist, the so-called omniscient and unique one has to consider whether he should continue to consume his divine power on this battlefield and whether he can still recover the cost.

Emilia stood up suddenly.

Then, what he had to do was clear - to raze Little Calimshan to the ground and send all the demons inside, and all those who might be related to the Gods and Non-Gods to hell.

Then, at Silvershield Mansion...

Do the same thing.

"Thank you for your guidance. I'm going to set off now." Emilia bowed to express her gratitude and immediately rushed out of the Gond Temple.

Next, it’s really a race against time!

Behind him came the old man's final instructions: "The sword I gave you will be more powerful if it relies on magic."

Emilia turned around to express her gratitude again, then strode out of the Gond Temple.

The magic power carried the message and began to fly to different corners of the world.

He hoped to get some reward for his hard work in Baldur's Gate over the past few days.

[Carcorros, something unexpected has happened in Baldur's Gate, I need your help.]

[…Fenwei, I hope you can help me.]

In the Wangyang Tower, Elios de Karkoros was stunned for a moment.

He glanced at the crimson sky and sighed, "So that's how it is. These red clouds are coming that way."

Without hesitation, he sent another message to Chult: "Something has happened at Flaming Fist headquarters. I must withdraw the simulacrum immediately. Any difficulties can be resolved tomorrow."

He ignored his colleagues' roars. The Flaming Fist's deputy marshal pulled a scroll from his waist and read aloud before him. Amidst the storm of magical energy, a mass of ice slowly took shape in mid-air, then transformed into a brand new Karkoros.

In the Sharptooth Forest, Fenwei was stunned for a moment. She didn't answer, but simply blew a kiss in her heart: [?~]

Take a day off

First of all, I slid to my knees. It was really outrageous to ask for a day off at this stage when the climax was about to come.

Secondly, let me explain the situation. A few days ago, my hands suddenly started shaking and I felt chilly. I think I had a fever. I felt better the next day, but by evening, the symptoms had worsened. My head was aching again, and it was heavy. I think I'll have to rest for another day. I'll also use this time to gather my thoughts.

So I have to take a day off due to health reasons. I am very sorry!

Ninety-five Fantasy Blade: White Robe

A flash of fire roared down from the crimson clouds and accurately hit the tower of the Chicken Snake Gate.

Almost at the same time, a deafening explosion shook half of the houses in Baldur's Gate.

Along with the smoke and dust, several pieces of bricks and stones from the Chicken Snake Gate also rose up.

This unusual and bizarre sight is like a huge stone falling into a calm lake.

The people of Bod in the lower city were originally discussing today's long four-member council and the rare scene of a Grand Duke presiding over the entire meeting. But the earth-shaking explosion interrupted all the gossip.

After a brief silence, screams of terror echoed throughout the Lower City. Almost instantly, the Flaming Fist's Ocean Tower exploded. The crash of Flaming Fist's greaves against the stone pavement echoed across the surging sea of ​​swords, surging into the Lower City of Baldur's Gate and then northward toward the Cockatrice Gate.

However, today they did not adopt the usual neat formation, but instead gathered in small groups.

Each team consisted of five to seven men, and was fully armed to the teeth, each man equipping brand new full-body plate armor.

However, in every group, and almost every two groups, there is one person holding a special shield.

—A shield inlaid with the holy emblem.

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"...They've really come out in full force. In this small town of Baldur's Gate, everyone has a lot of cards up their sleeves." The simulacrum of Imoen looked out the window and sighed.

The Witch Grocery Store was less than a hundred meters away from the Cockatrice Gate. She could easily see the latest movements of the Flame Fist.

The Cockatrice Gate came under attack. The attackers used the fifth-ring priest's Flame Strike technique to remotely detonate the powder kegs beneath the city wall—unfortunately, Emilia saw through their plan early on, and the Cockatrice Gate only lost a few insignificant bricks, remaining trapped between the enemy and the Flame Fist.

Emiya had returned from the Gond Temple, and although her expression was as serious as ever, at least she didn't show anger.

The Imoen Simulacrum sighed, "It seems you haven't changed your mind."

"No. I will be leaving immediately. Please stay in the Mage Tower to provide support—and watch over Miss Imoen."

The exact function of a mage's tower was a matter of debate in countless legends, but from what he knew, the power of a tower was extremely personal.

Coincidentally, Imoen's wizard tower is a more brutal one.

"You're lucky. I'm probably not a traditional wizard." The simulacrum of Imoen looked at the Silvershield Mansion.

Previously, the Red Mage had destroyed many of Silvershield's protective spells. Silvershield's backyard was practically unprotected. The people of Gond were still wavering, undecided about standing firm against the devil.

In this case, letting them restore the protection of the mansion and be responsible for security is the best outcome after compromise.

"...Then there's nothing more to say." The Imoen simulacrum looked into his eyes.

Emiya's eyes were a pale gold like amber—usually a positive description. However, paired with his expressionless face, the pupils in his floating golden irises truly looked as if they were condensed in tree sap.

She sighed and said, "While you were out, Sig had already prepared everything."

Only then did Emya notice that there was a high chair next to Imoen. A loose white robe, identical to the one worn by Karkoros, was spread on it. Atop it were piled a dozen rune-covered stones and a long staff.

In addition, the eyes of the two young ladies in his team were now fixed on this direction - but one was probably obsessed with the magic web on it, and the other was obsessed with the value behind these magical items.

"There's no time to explain—" Imoen spoke very quickly. "In short, the robes of the good archmage, the staff of the sage, and the highest-grade Ioun stone. Put them on."

To put it in simpler terms - this is the top-notch collection of items that a good-aligned mage would always have.

Emiya didn't hesitate.

His arms extended from his long sleeves as silver runes quietly lit up along the fabric fibers, and a dozen Ion stones floated above his head.

Mages' robes are always loose and almost universal, with no specific styles for men or women. As long as one's body shape is not too different, it won't make much difference if they wear it.

When Sig saw him wearing the white robe, he nodded repeatedly with a serious face. "Mr. Emiya, this white robe suits you very well."

"It doesn't matter what you wear," Emilia responded. "Besides, what's the point of dressing up when there's a paladin on the team?"

Imoen snorted in annoyance. "It's better to be close. Although I think it does fit. Besides, a guy like Mars who likes to wear a helmet shouldn't be able to stop you from attracting men."

"The term 'attracting bees and butterflies' is too much."

But at the end, Emilia couldn't help but say: "...However, this staff may be very powerful, but I may not be able to use it."

When using the two-handed sword, he had to keep at least one hand free. Adrian was used to using a two-handed sword, so when forced to use the two-handed sword, using the greatsword with one hand was bound to be awkward.

He thought for a moment and gestured to the most bizarre mage on the team: "Silver?"

"Then I'll just leave it alone!" Imoen's attitude was almost desperate at first, but now it turned into a straightforwardness that was almost unwavering. "Miss Yin over there, can you support Emiya while maintaining your main body?"

She admitted, "My willpower is no match for these two paladins. Perhaps I won't be able to resist the erosion of blood once I leave that stasis."

"No problem." Yin held the Sage's Staff in his arms without hesitation. "Focusing on multiple spells is no pressure for me."

Yin was as arrogant as ever, but in Emiya's impression, she had never been so arrogant.

Sig coughed lightly. "Before, it was just a simple money-for-goods transaction, or even a teammate's cooperation. But starting today, it's a formal investment in our future, Mr. Emiya? If you want to kick me out of the team again after today, you'll have to pay a heavy price."

"I had no such plan!"

At the same moment of departure, Emilia looked towards the east.

A hurricane that penetrated the sky and the earth had formed in the upper reaches of the Chongsa River at some point, and was roaring towards Baldur's Gate.

Author's words: Author's note: If the word count remains the same and I post two chapters a day, does that give people the impression that I'm twice as diligent?

Ninety-six Fantasy Blade Druid

How strong is the defense of Silver Shield Mansion?

Emiya had a clearer understanding of this from the moment the first guard patrol came into view.

From a distance of several dozen meters away from the mansion, teams had already begun to closely monitor the people passing through the streets.

The gears of Gond are set on the shield, and the crest of the Silver Shield is engraved on the hammerhead of the Leaf Hammer.

A priest who looked the oldest stood in front of the Silver Shield gate, saying nothing.

"...In terms of mid- to high-level combat power, the Silver Shield Family is probably no weaker than the Flame Fist Army that just charged out." Yin took a quick glance and concluded, "Everyone in the patrol team is at least a second-ring priest."

"And the one at the door is a sixth-ring priest, maintaining true seeing. Illusions are invisible to him. Furthermore, the Silver Shield Mansion is under a restriction spell. The only way to get in is by walking—of course, the restriction spell in the backyard has just been broken. If you're not afraid of being surrounded by dozens of enemies at once, you can try teleporting in directly."

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