Equipment Printing School Mage

The same spell emerged from the lich's fingertips, and the same magic web fluctuations intertwined in the air, resonating with each other, and then were about to dissipate together.

Then, Metatron snapped his fingers: "——Counterspell!"

The fluctuations of the magic network blocked the disintegration technique in advance, opening up the final path for the disintegration technique to advance.

Metatron chose to use his own body to withstand the devastating damage of the meteor explosion, just for this moment.

"You were able to withstand the meteor blast, which really exceeded my expectations!"

Meteor Explosion is one of the most destructive and lethal spells in the world. It should leave only ruins wherever it reaches. Even if one is fully prepared, they will still be killed by the flames and impact of the meteor explosion.

And the wild wizard in front of him, who came from nowhere, actually dared not use the absorption elements to reduce the power of the meteor explosion. He just rolled on the ground and tried to avoid the moment when the meteor explosion was most destructive!

An ordinary mortal, even a nine-ring wizard, should be turned into ashes because of such a foolish act that doesn't care about his own life!

However, it is also a fact that this wild mage is still alive.

The lich gritted his teeth, and his sharp teeth moved up and down, and short starting words popped out.

An ivory statue on the lich's waist successfully completed the activation before the disintegration spell arrived.

At the same time, Metatron even recited two activation words in succession.

The Nine-Ring Spell represents miracles in this world, and there are countless powerful spells among them.

And which nine-ring spells are the most versatile and most praised?

At least the Lich and Metatron gave exactly the same answer at this moment: chain trigger.

Stores three spells of level eight or below, which will be automatically activated when the activation conditions are met.

The two ivory statues shattered one after another.

The lich's statue spewed three spells from his waist.

A crimson beam of light, a slender dark green ray, and a mist that snatches life force.

The lich murmured, "Ruby reversal ray, disintegration, and abidach withering."

As a counter-spell, the Ruby Reversal Ray can reverse petrification and deformation, open channels in indestructible force fields, and dispel illusions.

The effect alone is not very powerful, but its biggest feature is that the ray flies at an extremely fast speed. As long as the spell is completed, it is declared a hit and there is no possibility of dodging.

Disintegration, however, would be able to penetrate the path opened by the Ruby Reversal Ray, blasting everything in its path to dust. Even if Disintegration failed, Abidach's Withering would drain the last of its life force. A mage who had already forcibly withstood the meteor blast would have little chance of surviving this one.

Metatron's chain triggering techniques are almost identical - Disintegration, Disintegration, and Sunburst.

The trigger spell she released was the Otiluk elastic ball that surrounded her.

——At this moment, the head-on confrontation between the two top mages ended the first round.

The ruby ​​ray, like real light, opened a hole as high as a person in the Otiluk elastic sphere. The elastic sphere that was originally used for protection turned into a cage at this moment, making it impossible for Metatron to avoid the dark green disintegration ray. She could only let the disintegration hit her accurately.

Abidach's Death Spell was poured into the remains of Otiluk's elastic ball without reservation.

And the outcome for the Lich will definitely not be any better.

At this moment, the effect of Mordenkainen's Disintegration finally came. This most domineering spell stripped the lich of all protective spells and turned all the magical items it brought into ordinary iron again, including the trigger spell that had not yet taken effect. The Ioun Stone on its head fell to the ground with a clang.

Metatron's disintegration technique displayed a precision and speed far beyond that of an ordinary mage, and successfully bombarded the lich with lightning speed. The brilliant solar storm completely engulfed the lich, causing it to emit a shrill wail.

He is blind.

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The portal ended, and Emiya led the group into the battlefield.

The moment he arrived here, the scorching air rushed into his mouth and nose, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

The heat generated by the meteor explosion almost turned the underground palace into a crater. Even if you just open your eyes, it feels like tongues of fire are licking your eyes.

He immediately followed the screams and confirmed the direction of the lich.

The lich didn't even look at Metatron again, but immediately relied on the negative energy creature's ability to perceive living things to confirm the direction of Emiya and his group.

Even if Disintegration didn't work... a human mage couldn't possibly withstand Meteor Blast and Abidach's Death Spell. This was the upper limit of mortal life force.

It struggled to turn around and headed in the direction of Emiya and his group.

Emilia had no time to hesitate, nor would she hesitate.

The teacher's bow might be stronger than his compound bow, but since he had never used it, it was not suitable for the current situation. He still used his old bow.

The Demon-Breaking Arrow was already on the bowstring. He only needed to take a step forward, turn sideways, and position himself in an all-too-familiar position before drawing the bowstring.

If you can't open your eyes, just confirm the general direction.

In traditional bows and arrows, the effect of the eyes is not that important.

To hit the target, you need your body's familiarity with the bow and the reactions buried in your body from long hours of practice.

He let go and spun the bow in his hand, but the arrow had already flown out.

At this moment, the lich's spell on them was about to end. "...Meteor Explosion!"

The area of ​​this underground palace is limited. After confirming the direction, you only need to randomly choose a landing point to ensure a hit. Enemies coming from a certain direction have nowhere to hide.

Judging from the sound of their footsteps, the new enemies arriving weren't even wearing armor, so they probably wouldn't be able to survive the meteor explosion.

Of course, the lich didn't have time to hide out of the range of the meteor explosion.

What about the lich himself? He would be resurrected in a few days, and then he could slowly collect the bodies of his enemies and clean up the battlefield again.

For a lich with a long lifespan, a few days is nothing.

But just as the meteor explosion was released, an arrow accurately hit the lich's empty eye socket and penetrated its skull.

Soulfire is not the lich's weak point, and this terrifyingly accurate arrow is not enough to cause the lich serious injuries.

But immediately, the magic contained in it exploded.

Creatures like liches, completely saturated with magic and negative energy, are naturally more sensitive to certain types of magical effects.

Its power that frightened mortals was gone without a trace. It could still move freely, but now it was no stronger than an ordinary skeleton.

"Demon-breaking Arrow?!"

The lich couldn't help but scream. The creator of this magic item must be a wizard, but what wizard would be willing to create such a magical item that would be extremely deadly to himself and he wouldn't even need it? So, putting aside the difficulty of making such a magic item, the stock of it was truly extremely rare.

At the same time, the whistling sound of something heavy tearing through the air finally came.

The previous meteor explosion almost lifted half of the underground palace into the sky, so this underground palace deep underground has seen the light of day again.

And the Druid's comet will naturally fall again.

The comet weighing several hundred kilograms easily targeted the slow-moving lich, and before the blinded lich could react, it had already crushed it to the ground. With the sound of teeth-grinding bones breaking, the lich's body was almost instantly reduced to a flattened piece.

The outcome has been decided.

"...Damn it!" The lich's body was almost reduced to a head, but it laughed loudly. "You win today! But you better have this kind of power waiting here every day, with countless magic-breaking arrows and countless Nine-Ring Mages! No matter how many times, I will return here again! This time, the wild mage was reduced to ashes, and next time it will be your turn!"

Shig bared his teeth and rushed to the lich without hesitation, dislocating its jaw and depriving it of the capital to continue shouting. In this way, even if the anti-magic field lasted until the end, the lich would lose the power to continue causing harm.

Emiya's hair stood on end at this moment. She didn't care about dealing with the lich who had lost its ability to resist and rushed towards Metatron: "...Teacher!"

However, to his surprise, before he could even finish his second sentence, Metatron's voice rang out, "Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just that you guys were too quick, and I didn't even have time to hit you again."

The slender woman threw her tattered robe aside, leaving only her underwear on her body.

——It was also the first time that Emiya saw Metatron’s form.

Metatron is a ninth-ringed mage. This is an achievement that will surely amaze the world. Even the most gifted mages would dedicate their entire lives to this goal. While some exceptionally gifted mages can achieve this at a very young age, they do so through a sound education, a passion for the arcane, and undivided attention.

And Metatron?

Simply put, that didn't look like the body of a mage at all.

Her arms are well-defined, and her biceps and triceps are clearly visible in every move she makes, showing her amazing strength.

Her core muscles are sculpted to perfection, with distinct abdominal muscles forming six distinct muscle groups. With each breath, her muscles rise and fall rhythmically, demonstrating her immense inner strength. Her back muscles are equally well-developed, with a broad backline contrasting with a taut waist, demonstrating both strength and flexibility.

She was seriously injured by the meteor explosion, but the lich's chain trigger, disintegration and Abidach Withering spells barely left any marks on her.

"......?" Emilia was stunned.

The teacher's life seemed to be much tougher than he thought.

At this moment, Fenwei also saw Metatron's body for the first time. He couldn't help but cover his mouth and exclaimed: "...Ms. Forsaken? Are you really a mage?"

Metatron lowered his head and glanced at his body, a hint of embarrassment on his face. "...I switched careers from another profession. That lich kept calling me a wild mage, and that's actually true..."

"I don't have a teacher. I've been learning by myself through various spellbooks. So I've always been worried that I'm hindering Emilia's progress."

"No teacher?!" Although Fenwei was a druid, he also knew what this meant. "A completely self-taught mage who became a Ninth Ring Mage halfway through his studies? How long have you been studying? How many years have you been here this year...?"

"You've suffered so much." Metatron obviously had no interest in discussing this topic in depth. She just shook her head and walked to the side of the lich.

The lich's blindness hadn't worn off yet, and it could only rely on its hearing to realize that its enemy was actually intact. But by then, it had lost the ability to speak, and when it tried to speak, it could only bang its jaw against the ground.

The anti-magic field activated by the magic-breaking arrows hadn't yet ended. The duration of this kind of magic item's effects was quite unstable, and it was impossible for ordinary people to estimate how long the effect would last.

Metatron was silent for a moment, then turned to Yin, opened his mouth, and asked with some difficulty, "Miss Yin... How long can this anti-magic field last?"

Silver's attitude at this moment was very unusual. He wasn't surprised by Metatron's survival, nor was he interested in the reason for her survival. He simply nodded and said, "Twelve seconds left."

"Thank you very much." Metatron breathed a sigh of relief. As he cast a spell, he kicked the lich's jaw back into place and said, "Do you have any last words?"

The lich opened his mouth and spoke with a tone filled with resentful anticipation: "Lord Larloch will pay attention to the changes in the magic power of every magic network anchor point... A watcher fell and failed to submit a report in time. He will indeed not notice this at first. But a month, a year..."

"One day, he will find you! Don't be too happy too soon!!!"

"...Larlok." Metatron narrowed his eyes slightly. "...He's paying attention to the leyline anchor. Very good."

"Imprisonment!"

Forty-two Druid's little tail

The lich's attitude was originally very arrogant, but his face changed drastically when he heard the word "binding".

Being able to be resurrected endlessly, unable to truly die as long as the phylactery is not destroyed—this is certainly a powerful ability. But in Faerun, even the most powerful ability may be diluted by other powers.

The lich, already on the brink of death, struggled once more, attempting to wriggle free from the comet summoned by Fenwë. Unfortunately, its rotting cervical vertebrae proved too stubborn at this moment, preventing it from breaking free until it was dragged underground by countless phantom chains.

"...It's only been a short time, and my comet has already taken in two souls." Fenwei sighed softly and walked quickly to Metatron's side. "Forsaken, I will heal your wounds now."

Upon hearing the word "heal," Metatron's face twisted slightly almost reflexively. But after a brief silence, she said, "...Thank you, Archdruid."

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Metatron's reaction was naturally unusual, which puzzled Fenwe. However, she still quickly recited the spell.

Metatron's injuries were even less severe than hers. After just one healing spell, the wounds on the supposedly dying female mage's body had healed completely, as if the battle had never happened.

Lulu, standing by, could hardly believe her eyes. She couldn't help but fly around Metatron several times. "...Are you really a mage? I've never heard of a mage having such vitality..."

Metatron was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and shot out a few silver flames from his palm: "This is not just my power."

Lulu blinked her big eyes, then suddenly covered her face with her ears: "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have questioned the power of the Chosen People of Mystra."

"It was a stroke of luck." Metatron said in a serious tone, but his voice was quite gentle. "If you hadn't come, I would have had to fight with the lich for a while longer, and I might not have had the chance to capture it like I do now. If we were to judge the merits of this battle, you probably contributed more than me."

Yin never liked occasions like this, but at this moment, he rarely waved his hands. "What's the difference between excessive modesty and lying? Once the Disintegration spell is cast, isn't the outcome already decided? The truth is that Emiya successfully prevented the lich from escaping. I really don't want to alarm Larloch right now."

At this point, she sighed heavily, "But that doesn't mean I will let him do whatever he wants, and I certainly won't turn a blind eye to the lich's activities."

When mentioning the lich, Yin revealed a rare expression of disgust and hostility: "What about the king who commands the liches? It's laughable to hear that."

At this point, Yin nudged Emiya's waist with his elbow without hesitation. "I request that we add a target to our team. If that lich dares to cause trouble again, or even brings its leader with it, then we will destroy the lich leader as well."

After thinking about it, she even sensibly offered a second plan: "—Or, we could just go knock on their door."

"Hit Larloch? Me?" Even though Emiya was always calm, she almost fell to the ground when she heard Yin's words. Everyone else present looked... shocked.

Sig covered her face and grabbed Emiya's sleeve. The moment he turned around, tears welled up in her eyes: "...Boss! Boss! It's okay for others! But if you want to beat Larloch, please remind me again when the time comes! I would have fought you at other times! Larloch... Larloch is too——!"

Larloch is like the elephant in the room for Ferren.

Therefore, everyone who knew him wished he didn't exist. It was as if his existence wasn't factored into their decisions and actions, as if Larloch and his forces had vanished into thin air.

But in reality, the wilderness north of Baldur's Gate was still off-limits to the living. Aside from a handful of fearless merchants who dared to pass through, no one with any sense or understanding would approach, let alone attempt to explore the wilderness.

Even if there are said to be ruins left over from the ancient Netherworld era, there must be enough wealth inside to buy several city-states.

Unfortunately, its inhabitants never left, and their power was enough to overwhelm most of the continent.

Most of the time, Larloch's activities in Faerun were not very intense.