Equipment Printing School Mage

The Moonlight Sword couldn't block physical entities, and conventional power wasn't enough to instantly sever an enemy's weapon. In this sense, this energy sword was the ultimate drag-slashing weapon—mere contact with the enemy's body could inflict full damage without compromise.

In this case, this light Moonlight Sword can be said to be an offensive defensive weapon - there is no need to block the enemy's weapon, being able to force the enemy back is also a form of defense.

However, Mars had just taken a step when he was surprised to find that the figure of Metatron in front of him blurred.

"Ding, ding."

A blow hit Mars's giant sword, and the clever timing of the cut made Mars' hand tilt slightly outward, giving up the middle road.

A blow swept across the hilt of the Moonlight Sword.

With just two swords, Mars opened the door wide.

He is half dead now.

Mars' breathing almost stopped.

Now he had no time to exert force to adjust the greatsword.

He turned the hilt of the Moonlight Sword upside down with his left hand and forcibly created a clear wall of light in front of him, trying to stop Metatron's attack.

But the next second, the tip of Metatron's sword passed through the gap between his wrist and palm like a ghost, and hit him hard near his armpit.

That was one of the weakest points in the armor that was least likely to provide effective protection. If it had been slightly off, Mars's armpit would have been bleeding profusely.

Now he was completely dead, and he had no power to fight back from beginning to end.

The paladin was silent for a moment, then said stubbornly, "You're quite agile, but your pace is a bit lagging behind."

"You have a good eye." Metatron had no intention of refuting and readily admitted it.

Mars took a few steps back in silence: "I want to play again."

"Okay." Metatron said seriously, putting distance between them again.

Before starting the battle again, Mars cast a probing look at Emiya and Yin.

——Probably I can only use the Wukong Yuehui Sword.

But can it change the outcome?

And Emilia looked back calmly.

He also didn't know that his teacher's swordsmanship was so powerful.

But even so, he still had considerable confidence in the Wukong Yuehui Sword.

In the second game, Mars silently swung his left hand back.

"...Oh." Metatron was slightly stunned.

The next second, Mars hurled the Moonlight Sword like a flying axe. The long blade of light formed an almost impenetrable circle in mid-air, whistling and slashing towards Metatron's upper body.

Unlike ordinary throwing weapons, the flying Moonlight Sword was only physically solid at the tiny hilt in the middle. Traditional methods were ineffective in deflecting or blocking it. Ordinary swordsmen could only attempt to dodge this move, losing the initiative.

Almost at the same time, Mars's gauntlets also tightly grasped the blade of the giant sword, and under the cover of the Moonlight Sword, he began a fatal thrust.

This is already a semi-cheating way of fighting - as a senior, Metatron naturally cannot really use heavy hands on him, so Mars can use this to gain an advantage.

"Ding."

However, the despairing sound of metal colliding rang out again.

The high-speed flying Moonlight Wheel was accurately pushed aside by Metatron's sword, and fell heavily to the ground, leaving a long burn mark on the floor.

But at the same time, Mars shouted: "...Dance!"

Once the activation words were spoken, he no longer needed to throw the weapon himself. The Wukong Yuehui Sword on his waist flew out of its slot on his belt.

When the Sky Dance Sword is activated, it is as if it is being controlled and used by the person himself.

Therefore, the Wukong Yuehui Sword did not foolishly attack the target directly, but instead changed its angle and launched the first attack of the night.

"--boom!!!"

The Moonlight Sword's overload bombardment stopped the two of them, blocking Metatron's perfect time window to counterattack Mars, and incidentally opened a big hole in their residence.

"when!!!"

Tonight, Mars' sword successfully made contact with Metatron for the first time.

Then, he realized one thing - Metatron's power was definitely not weaker than his.

He accelerated and thrust with all his strength, but only made Metatron retreat a few steps, and his posture showed no sign of confusion.

But it didn't matter. Judging from the Dance Sky Moonlight Sword's choice of attack in its first attack, it truly lived up to its name—its wisdom was no different from that of Mars himself. If there were another Mars nearby, they would undoubtedly make the same choice as the Dance Sky Sword.

So, Mars began an almost reckless pursuit.

Taking advantage of this disadvantage that he had managed to gain with great difficulty, Mars swung the giant sword almost like a windmill in a hurricane, with the sharp blade spinning and flying until only an afterimage remained, and it slashed towards Metatron continuously.

Such an attack actually has a lot of flaws and should only lead to his quick death.

——The premise is that there is no Dancing Sword lurking nearby.

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Metatron had never thought that she would lose in this battle, or even be at a disadvantage. But now, she had to revise her view.

When the Moonlight Sword danced in the air, the threat it posed to her increased by at least dozens of times.

An ordinary Dancing Sky Sword, no matter how powerful the blade is, needs to be swung and accelerated to be effective.

Simply put, the so-called "Dancing in the Sky" is essentially like a transparent figure wielding a sword. Even though there's no one holding the sword, its movements always follow a pattern and traces—from a distance, the distance must be shortened; to inflict damage, the sword must accelerate, and the blade is extremely conspicuous.

But when the Dancing Sky Rune and the Moonlight Sword were combined, a strange butterfly effect occurred.

The Moonlight Sword is a non-physical sword, so it doesn't need any speed to launch an attack. It only needs to try to maintain a certain distance from the target, and then drag it up and down at will.

As a result, the Moonlight Sword's attack trajectory was completely unpredictable, capable of striking any part of its target at any time and in any location. Sometimes, it would simply stand still in mid-air, silently aiming its blade at the path Metatron would inevitably take in his counterattack. Other times, it would draw several neat, zigzag lines in mid-air, quickly covering any possible route of Metatron's movement. It switched between these two patterns at random, with no discernible pattern.

As the battle dragged on, the Moonlight Sword drifted further and further away from the battlefield, gradually and silently flying towards Metatron's back, intending to leave a sword mark on her back. Even if Metatron planned to attack it in the same way, it would almost always be able to adjust its flight posture while being knocked away and immediately return to the battlefield - and its range made being knocked away almost meaningless.

This was clearly within Mars's expectations. The young paladin also began to constantly adjust his attack path. Eventually, Mars and the Moonlight Sword formed a nearly straight line, surrounding Metatron in the center and forcing Metatron to completely abandon his attack. He spent a considerable amount of time adjusting his stance to avoid being cut into three pieces by the two swords in the next second.

After a few times, Metatron was sweating profusely.

Mars's actions were indeed still full of gaps in her eyes, but she had no way to guarantee that there wouldn't be a hole on her back when she hit Mars. So every time she tried to knock Mars down, she had to retract the blade to avoid the illumination of the Moonlight Sword.

Yes, the attack of this Moonlight Sword is not a stabbing or slashing attack at all, it is clearly a beam of light.

At this point, Metatron has reached a new conclusion about the Dancing Moonlight Sword.

This is not a sword at all!!!

At this point, Metatron had an idea that she had never thought of before.

—Emiya, I'm afraid it's time to try to repair her sword.

But that was a matter for later. She wasn't ready to lose to the combined efforts of a young man in his twenties and her students.

She lowered her body to the side, allowing the beam of the Moonlight Sword to brush against her neck, and then she rushed forward.

The holy warrior in front of her was almost completely at a disadvantage in the series of exchanges with her. Faced with her long-awaited active attack, he almost instinctively tried to take a step back and create distance to buy time to respond.

Then, she seized the opportunity to attack.

From the corner of her eye, she could see that the moonlight was still moving towards her cheek.

The Moonlight Sword now had only one flaw - the Moonlight was emitted in a straight line, allowing the attacker to determine the position of the small hilt by observing the Moonlight.

Metatron turned around abruptly and raised his sword high without mercy.

The Wukong Yuehui Sword, which had just been showing off its might, was suddenly smashed away like a kite with a broken string and embedded deeply into the roof.

Mars then realized that something was wrong and immediately swung his sword to try to regain the initiative, but it was too late.

Although Metatron was not angry, her competitive spirit was definitely aroused.

The two swords intersected again, changing course in mid-air. However, Metatron's blade was still a split second faster, slashing the back of Mars's hand first.

The outcome has been decided?

Just as Metatron was thinking this, at the same moment, a thick beam of moonlight suddenly brushed past her neck.

The surging magic power practically stirred ripples in the air, stirring wantonly in her mind. Clear light converged on the earth, blooming with a dazzling brilliance.

Finally, the light faded, leaving a large, blazing white scorch mark on the smooth ground.

Of course, Mars couldn't really hurt an elder in the same camp. Such behavior would really break his oath.

However, this attack could obviously hit Metatron himself directly, but Mars did not do so.

Metatron turned his head in shock.

The Wukong Yuehui Sword, which had clearly been embedded in the wall, struggled to push aside the brick and stone fragments in the ceiling, barely adjusted its posture, and used the overload mode to deliver a tying blow.

Metatron retracted his sword and sighed deeply: "...It's actually a draw."

Mars also took a few steps back. His legs were already a little weak due to the fatigue of continuous fighting and the constant excessive tension. "...Lucky, lucky."

At this time, the Wukong Yuehui Sword fell from the air and fell into Metatron's hands.

Metatron tossed this unprecedented weapon into Mars' hands and sighed, "From now on, anyone who has seen this sword will probably not want to fight you one-on-one."

Mars, who never cared about wealth, now put the two Moonlight Swords on his waist with great care and nodded in agreement: "...To be honest, Emilia has never had the time to make magic items for me. But with these two swords, I am willing to accept him never making magic items for me again."

Too strong.

Shamelessly strong!!!

"So, it's over?" Emilia asked. "How do you feel about it?"

Metatron turned his head silently and gave a superlative evaluation: "—I want one too!"

"The recasting of the Confessor is enough to achieve this. It has already far exceeded my expectations!"

Just as Emiya was about to answer, he received a communication from afar and his brows immediately furrowed.

[…What unprecedented undertaking? Who are you?]

Sixty-five Greatest Plans

Although Emiya had estimated that after turning Baldur's Gate upside down, his day of fame would probably not be far away.

But he still didn't expect that a stranger would come to his door so soon.

What happened to Emiya quickly captured the attention of everyone present. After just a few words, the usually calm Emiya's expression became extremely exciting.

Killing Grand Duke Avernus? In the Material Plane? Emilia, disregarding other people's feelings, raised her hand to signal her friends and teachers to leave him alone. First, why would she come to the Material Plane?

From what he knew, the Devil Archduke's personal arrival in the material plane was a major event. At least he couldn't think of a precedent for this in the short term.

The Devil's Grand Duke holds a powerful position, enjoying the advantage of home turf in his lair. But if they were to come to the material plane, not to mention the risks they would take, there's only one question that remains unanswered: Is it worth it?

So at first Emiya almost thought that the devil on the other end of the communication had gone crazy.

After another series of conversations, the communication that was filled with an explosion of information ended.

Looking at her teammates, Emya took a deep breath. "Everyone, the Archdevil Bile just contacted me. He said he wants to set up an ambush in Elturgard, where he can strangle the Lord of Avernus, the Devil Duke Zariel, should he make an appearance."

As expected, this news that shocked Emilia had exactly the same effect in their already leaky house. Most of the people present were stunned by Emilia's words.

Amid the howling storm, a deafening thunderclap came from the thick rain clouds in the distance.

"Boom————!!!"

Amidst the earth-shaking thunder, the first person to jump up was Lulu, who had always been relatively honest.

The unidentified Holy Flying Elephant suddenly soared into the air, nearly dealing the final blow to the already dilapidated house. She narrowly slowed down, but still screamed, "Byer?! This guy is considered one of the most cunning among the demons. Can you trust his words?!"

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"'You won't trust the devil, and I, bound by my own limitations, can't say all I can. But that's okay. I'll only tell you things that are easily verifiable, such as what happens if you do seemingly ordinary things. I don't recommend you share this plan with anyone you can't trust. I'm sure you understand that Zariel's influence over Eltoril hasn't worn off. Besides, if you mess this up early, I'll just have to withdraw early, and we'll both be left with nothing.'"

As Emya repaired the ramshackle dwelling, she continued to relay what she had heard. "Bail also said that if I attempt to further demonstrate the prowess of creation in Elturgard, and then publicly announce my intention to leave Elturgard and never return, Zariel will inevitably take action. If I completely defeat all her attempts, she herself might even prevent my escape."

Then, Emilia paused. "To be more precise, they would personally drag me to hell. ... Do you think I'm worth that?"

Just a few days ago, he was still working in an inn. Now, a devil archduke is going to the material plane to capture him...

This is somewhat magical.

He knew that his ability to create should be extremely outstanding, but he still had no definite awareness of how outstanding it was and how important it was to the world and the improvement of many forces.

In Baldur's Gate, it's not so much that he thwarted the devil's conspiracy with thousands of pieces of armor, but rather that he simply disrupted the devil's plan with the devil's unexpected capital injection.