Equipment Printing School Mage

Archdruid Fenwë, who had not been very active in the past, suddenly spoke up, "I approve of this plan, but I wonder if I am qualified to offer some suggestions or make some minor additions to it?"

"...?" Craig's pupils trembled. He turned around and said, "Of course. Go ahead."

She leisurely walked to the table and pointed at the vast area carved out. "Right now, the most troublesome thing about those demons is that they hide deep underground, and they have a group of skilled burrowers at their disposal. This has caused us to be blind and deaf underground, and even movement is quite inconvenient. And the demons not only know our movements well, but they also have digging worms as helpers... right?"

Craig and Dregos II looked at each other and replied, "Yes."

"So, no matter what, we have to eliminate the diggers first, right?"

Craig's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

——In this kind of situation, druids should be the least active group of people!

But he still said, "Yes."

"Well, I have one last question - is there enough water in Hell?"

This question stunned everyone present. Then, Asur replied, "According to the records of pioneers who have entered Avernus, the environment there is extremely harsh. All you can see is sand, tar, and sulfur. There are only two sources of water: the fetid River Styx and the bodies of the recently deceased."

"Very good." A smile appeared on Fenwei's face. "Yesterday, it rained quite heavily here. Even those of us in the material plane were soaked. This also gave me some inspiration."

"......?" Asul was stunned for a moment, "So?"

"So, I suggest, why don't we make it rain harder first!" Fenwei slammed the table, and his true intention was finally revealed.

"The digging of the burrowing worms does loosen the ground, but this actually refers to the upper soil layer they pass through. The landmarks of the burrowing worms will be compacted by the heavy bodies of the burrowing worms!"

"Most of the water that falls will be collected by their carefully constructed underground palace, without a drop left behind!"

Fenwë finally showed her most druidic side.

"I suggest that before we begin the training plan, we start calling for a rainstorm!"

"Druids, mages, and priests can do this kind of thing! I suggest that, starting today, from now on, we spread out to all corners of this land and unleash an endless torrential downpour on the Devil's catacombs! Isn't the Chongsa River near Berdusk? Why not just pour its turbulent waters directly into the earth?"

"Guests from Hell have come to the material plane after overcoming countless hardships. How can we not treat them well with what they need most?!"

Finally, she summarized her opinion in a short sentence: "Let's completely flood this underground palace."

In an instant, the hall was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard, and the audience almost subconsciously held their breath.

After an unknown amount of time, the Paladin Asur was the first to break the silence. "Great! Great! This way, the most annoying diggers will either drown underground or crawl to the surface! And the devil will have to leave his lair! What good are those elaborate underground palaces and nests full of dangers once they're filled with water?!"

Emiya, who had remained silent throughout the entire process, silently closed the book. Slowly, as if hearing this idea for the first time, she looked towards the Supreme Observer and said, "I think this suggestion is very constructive. Perhaps you could consider it."

There is only one problem with this plan that cannot be ignored.

This is not a supplement to the training plan at all.

Instead, Craig's training plan became completely useless.

It will rain in the fifty-nine days (Part 2)

Asur expressed his support immediately, but the others present did not express their support immediately. Instead, they looked at the Supreme Observer.

The Paladin has been a frontline commander for too long, and at this point, his thinking is inevitably limited to the battlefield itself.

Senior pastors are almost all political animals, so they are naturally aware of the risks of this proposal itself.

The first person to jump up and express his opposition was Norwich, whose face was full of shock and disbelief: "-I think this plan needs to be discussed!"

"..." Fenwei turned his head away. "Oh, very good. I'd like to hear more about it. I was also worried that this plan might be limited because I am a druid."

Norwich opened his mouth, his eyes flickering several times before he finally said, "...I believe this plan would require the spellcasters to be spread out over dozens of square kilometers. Such a dispersion might put them in danger of being individually defeated by the demons."

After starting, he took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and spoke more and more fluently.

"Secondly, the flooding of the underground palace didn't happen overnight, and the noise was so devastating, it's impossible for the demons to be completely unaware. Furthermore, the demons must have immediately realized the danger behind this incident. Given this situation, we used such a devastating noise, but all we harvested were the corpses of a group of earthworms—"

His voice grew louder. "Even the burrowing worms can sense danger and crawl out of the ground. They won't drown in the underground palace, but will flee in all directions—perhaps towards the camp, towards Berdusk."

Norwich approached Archbishop Woods, who had remained silent. "It's even possible to head straight for the River Forest. If that happens, don't blame Elturgard for harming its neighbors."

"Finally, and most importantly!" Norwich strode through the hall, unfazed, meeting everyone's gaze. "In the pouring rain, we've also lost our sight! In fact, if we follow this plan, we can only assume the demons will remain in the crypt and wait for the flood to drown them, even though that's impossible! If the demons leave the camp and escape without a trace, are we just going to pretend this matter is over?"

Finally, Norwich stopped and slammed his palm on the table. "If this battle ends like this, the devil can come back at any time and anywhere! So instead of fighting this battle, I might as well buy an eye mask and earmuffs and pretend that the devil no longer exists! That way, at least I can get a good night's sleep before I die!"

At this time, Craig did not speak to express his opinion, but looked at Emilia and remained silent.

The Archbishop of the Church of Amaunator bowed his head deeply, hiding his expression completely in the shadow of his crown.

At this moment, a person who was completely unexpected by everyone present stood up and took over Norwich's words.

—The Archdruid of the River Forest.

Before Archdruid Woods stood up to reply, he subconsciously cast his gaze in the direction of Emya, but he retracted his gaze in time.

"As you've probably guessed, Archdruid Fenwë's plan, while sudden, wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision. I'm aware of it and have seriously considered it," Archdruid Woods said slowly. "From the moment the demons were discovered, the River Forest was destined to be involved in this battle. The demons dared to exploit our concern for the burrowing worms and grow stronger right under our noses. This was truly an oversight on our part, and we're determined to return the humiliation they inflicted upon the demons. Therefore, we don't mind adopting a more dramatic plan."

Emilia remained silent.

Naturally, Riverside Forest's active assistance stemmed from a more shameful secret—the druids of Riverside Forest had maintained the burrowworms several times to ensure they would have a sufficient supply of burrowworm armor for the future. This was arguably entirely out of selfish motives. If this were to become public, it would undoubtedly severely damage Riverside Forest's reputation—both within the secular world and among the druids.

Emiya and the others confirmed this matter, but concealed it.

In exchange, Riverside Forest distributed part of the armor stored in Moti's collection to Emiya and others, and fully joined the war.

Not to mention, although Fenwë's plan was contrary to Elturgard, it was indeed a very pioneering plan, and Woods himself appreciated this proposal very much.

Woods said calmly, "In the eyes of the druids, those who run in the woods and live in the wilderness are all children of nature. But those who come from Hell are not. Therefore, we believe that now is the time to call upon the wrath of nature."

At this moment, Emilia slammed the notebook shut, the pages clashing against each other with a dull thud. "I'd also like to explain why I agree."

"We abandoned the beheading plan because of the existence of the Devil's Dungeon. And the reason Archdruid Fenwei claimed this plan was just a supplementary plan—"

Although she had known that this plan would be opposed, Emilia still couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Although Fenwei's plan was intended to go against Craig and others, the plan itself did not contain any personal agenda and would definitely not have any adverse effects on the battle situation.

——Even so, it still encountered opposition.

Emiya silently classified Norwich as an enemy and shouted, "The three problems you mentioned also exist in the training plan! Now, we can fight the devil because the devil also wants to fight, that's all!"

He no longer feigned deference to Norwich, not even bothering to glance at him. He simply stated, "The situation is far worse than it appears! Demons have appeared in large numbers on the Material Plane. I was there during the Late Summer Rebellion at Baldur's Gate and saw with my own eyes that demons came and went freely in Baldur's Gate. Now, Elturgard is about to be, and has already been, shrouded in the shadow of the demons!"

"Let me be frank, everyone!" Emilia said bluntly. "If we follow the original training plan exactly, the demons will already have the initiative: they can retreat and reinforce at any time, and we won't know anything about it! And flooding the underground palace will at least force them to the surface!"

"Then let's hear what others have to say! Every plan needs people to execute it!" Norwich took a deep breath. "This plan completely eliminates Sunlight and Dawn. Will the Church of Amaunator agree?! Such a large expanse of fertile land will be flooded with water. It might be uncultivable for years, and it might even become a breeding ground for locusts. Will the Church of Chauntia agree?"

At this point, Mars finally lost patience and spoke up, "Norwich, this isn't locust breeding season. Even if there's a lot of water, there won't be a locust plague. Besides, locusts only eat fresh, tender plants. They pose no threat to Elturgard's food supply."

The Archbishop of the Church of Amaunator could no longer sit still when he heard his name. He stood up and replied, "Of course we revere our Lord Amaunator, but we absolutely do not demand that our Lord appear at any time or place!"

Tera, the High-ranking Harvest Master of Chauntia, echoed this sentiment: "The inability to farm isn't a problem. Clearing land is incredibly arduous, and it's not particularly popular to begin with. Furthermore, northern Berdusk is too close to the riverine forests. Unless Archdruid of the Woods personally appears to encourage clearing land, there's no way anyone can safely pursue it."

Naturally, the Archdruid was already enlightened by not stopping the land reclamation, so how could he possibly encourage it personally?

Norwich was clearly surprised by the level of opposition. He looked incredulous, his gaze lingering a moment longer on the Amaunator Church.

Norwich wanted to say something else.

The drizzle has stopped now, but there are still some dark clouds.

But suddenly, a crack appeared in the gray sky and poured into the hall.

Gazing at the ray of light, the Supreme Observer finally stood up. "—Well, then, let's put this to a vote. Setting aside the military training plan, this Flood Plan is truly groundbreaking and has a monumental impact, inevitably affecting all of Elturgard. Thankfully, all the influential figures in Elturgard are gathered here. Now, each of you will vote on behalf of your organization. Only up and down votes are permitted; abstentions are not permitted. If a majority or more is reached, the Flood Plan will become the Mobile Support Team's first mission."

The mobile support team was simply made a fait accompli. As long as no one objected, it would be a done deal.

Having said this, the Supreme Observer deliberately looked at Metatron and said, "Ms. Forsaken, you don't have an organization, but you are the strongest mage in the reserved mobile support team, so you also have a vote."

"Also, Mr. Emiya, your team is the representative of Baldur's Gate and has the right to vote. As a representative of the Church of Torm, I have one vote."

"Now, give everyone twenty minutes to think, then vote. The war against the devil is of such importance that we can't afford to spend days examining and researching every option. Furthermore, formulating a plan itself takes time."

Twenty minutes passed in a flash, and the Supreme Observer said, "Please raise your hands if you support the flood plan!"

The two archdruids of the ring raised their hands without hesitation, and after a slight delay, Emya and Metatron also raised their hands.

The Keeper of the Tyr Church and Asur looked at each other briefly, then raised their hands together.

Then, Craig actually raised his hand to show his support.

Seeing this scene, the high-level harvest master of Shangtia and the great reader Christine of Candle Castle pondered for a while and raised their hands.

Finally, the Archbishop of Amaunator looked deeply at Emilia and Craig and raised his right arm.

Norwich, on the other hand, naturally had no qualifications to be a representative. Seeing this, he could only stumble back into his seat.

The flood plan passed unanimously.

Sixty Days of Brilliance and Moonlight

"...That guy named Norwich had a rather grim expression when he left." Sig said, looking at Norwich's back, "Originally, it was just a friction. But after all this time, we've become real enemies."

"Who cares what he does." Mars looked at the back of his former classmate and sneered, "We didn't even deliberately target him. His interests were damaged only because we are competitors, and there can only be one winner, that's all. If he wants to hold a grudge, do you think I should apologize to him?"

At this moment, Metatron, who had not yet left, suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Mars, I think you should clarify this. You haven't done anything wrong, but when it comes to potentially causing a greater conflict, it's always right to do what we should do and suppress the situation. As a paladin, you should be more cautious with your oath."

Mars was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "You have a point. But with all due respect, based on my understanding of him, unless I completely admit defeat, even kneeling down to lick his feet, the relationship between us will not change."

"That's his business."

But it was obvious that Mars was the one who really knew Norwich best - even if Mars really followed him in a friendly manner, before he had time to speak, and just tried to reach out and pat Norwich on the shoulder to say hello, Norwich immediately shook off Mars' hand without hesitation, and then left quickly without saying a word.

"Who else can do this?" Sig curled his lips, "Are we his father or his mother?"

Metatron said, "This is how the world works. Mr. Mars, I'm not trying to blame you, I'm just warning you—a paladin's oath is based on himself, the gods, and the world. In the future, when you do things, you must strive to be worthy of the gods and yourself. You are already an outstanding paladin, but don't let your guard down too much in this regard."

"It's common sense to feel sympathy for one's own kind. Norwich and you didn't have a deep friendship, but suppose something happened to him later. Relying on your intelligence, you instinctively realized that you could have easily helped him and prevented the situation from becoming irreversible. You're certainly not responsible, but this may have left a hole in your heart—be careful."

"I would like to be taught."

Although Metatron's identity was unknown, she revealed a wonderful temperament when she said this, so much so that no one thought there was anything wrong with a wizard guiding a paladin.

Emilia shook her head - they didn't owe Norwich any favors in the first place, and Mars had done his utmost, even by the standards of a paladin.

After settling the complicated interpersonal relationships, it’s time to work overtime.

The feasibility of the flood plan was recognized by everyone, but who would be responsible for controlling the weather, how would it be released, whether to simply call for heavy rain, or to lower the temperature to produce freezing rain...

Things like these have to be discussed.

Emilia and her group did not attend.

It’s not that they are not qualified to be advisors, but because they have more important things to do now.

Now that the recipe of the Sunlight Sword has been explained, I have to try making it!

"Then I will go to the meeting. You must remember to be on guard first." Metatron said this and embarked on his journey.

Before leaving, he even gave Emiya a handwritten scroll on two parts of weapons. Emiya could only pray that his teacher did not intend to copy the scroll in the meeting without paying attention to others.

However, to Emilia's surprise, even Craig whispered a few words to him before leaving, and the content of the words made him frown.

After decorating Leo Meng's cabin, the discussion officially began.

——Although their team narrowly took the bait in the extremely risky contract, they could not immediately conclude what kind of fish hook was inside the bait.

But no matter what, thinking that one can completely paralyze the devil's counterattack ability with just one plan is inevitably a bit of an underestimation of these conspirators in hell.

In Faerun, no matter how carefully calculated, it is not as good as being strong within yourself.

Now, the latest harvest is the new treasure obtained from Elturgard.

— and its blueprints.

"Now, we can be sure that the Sunlight Sword looks brilliant, but it's not to say that it's rotten inside, but it's at least a bit fraudulent." Emilia held up her notebook and said bluntly.

Sig curled his lips and said, "What I mean is, if they give it away cheaply, it must be rubbish."

In a sense, this is true - the so-called Sunlight Sword is a discounted item in the supermarket.

It has a serious flaw, or characteristic: its power does not come from the weapon itself.

When the Sunlight Sword is not activated, it is just a small hollow cylinder.

The weapon's true power comes from the contents of the cylinder.

Emiya gripped the hilt, activated her structural senses, and explained to her teammates, "This Sunlight Sword can be roughly divided into two parts: the inner and outer parts. The inner part is the core of its power, while everything on the outer part ensures the normal operation of energy dissipation. But the amazing thing about this sword is that its outer part operates with almost no magic. In fact, I believe that with a little adjustment, this sword can be made completely magic-free."

"And now, this sword works like this." Emilia pointed the hilt outward and recited the activation words. An orange-red light whistled out, illuminating the residence in the dusk. "The activation words will activate the mechanism in the hilt, and then, this hilt will..."

Emiya's face faltered as she spoke of this. "Unfortunately, I must use the rather derogatory term 'damage' to the energy core. Metaphorically speaking, the energy emanating from this sword is the lifeblood of the energy core. At the same time, the sword also provides first aid for the wound, controlling its power and preventing the energy core from rapidly depleting, allowing the sword's core time to... 'heal.'"