——In other words, the previous Emiya was simply good at making money.

This capability is of course equally important and not without strategic significance.

But is it good enough to serve as bait to lure out Zariel?

Elturgard is a land of experts. Even Zariel, a formidable figure among the most powerful of the Devil Dukes, is not intimidated by Elturgard's might. However, with Elturgard's forces surrounding her, the chances of her capture are at least non-zero.

For an immortal creature whose lifespan may be measured in tens of thousands of years, is it worth taking the risk for Emiya?

"No, there's a more important issue. I'm not against taking risks, but we can't ignore the risks themselves." Elastrid was much more perceptive about risk. She said bluntly, "Zariel was once a Servant of the Seraphim. After her fall to the devil, even if she didn't become stronger, she's unlikely to become weaker. What is she going to do? Can we stop her? I think this is also a point that can't be ignored."

Lulu nodded, her head almost completely covered in afterimages. "That's right, that's right. No matter how you look at it, this plan is extremely... bold! Tell you what, there's not a single word Bayer said that you can trust. Just pretend you didn't hear it! Zariel is so strong, how could we organize an impromptu ambush now? We'll die!"

If Zariel really came, could they win? Could he really escape his clutches?

The devil told him that Zariel might come to get him, and then he foolishly let himself be taken away...

Emilia is not afraid of death, but she really doesn't want to die so stupidly.

"If you ask me, Bayer, it's reasonable for him, as the former Devil Duke, to have an irreconcilable feud with the current one. But he is still Zariel's subordinate after all." Mars thought of Baldur's Gate. "We want to capture Zariel? We can't connect all of Elturgard by ourselves. We don't have the prestige to do so. And if we contact Baldur's Gate, Baldur's Gate will be empty."

So, it could also be a diversionary tactic.

In the absence of sufficient intelligence, one is truly helpless.

"We must see the essence through the phenomenon. The focus of this matter is only one, and that is whether the force you can mobilize is sufficient to capture Zariel. If..." At this moment, Metatron suddenly walked up to him and patted his shoulder, "Your biggest problem now is that your value has exceeded your own strength. Therefore, the dangers you encounter are all beyond your ability to deal with alone - in the final analysis, it is just a lack of combat power.

"Instead of continuing to intrigue with the devil, why not try to contact all parties first to see if they are free to come to support? The siege and killing of Zariel is such a shocking matter, it is still worth asking."

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[…Dear Mr. Emya, I’m very happy that you are willing to contact me. Now I have good news and bad news to tell you.] Imoen, who was far away in Baldur’s Gate, received the communication and could only sigh.

The bad news is, we can't go to Elturgard right now. In any case, we won't be able to leave Baldur's Gate for a few days.

[The good news is that another famous lich master is also unable to go, so your teacher should be able to rest assured for the time being. If there are any changes, I will inform you immediately.]

Imoen ended the call and silently looked towards the ridge of Mount Amnesia.

There, two or three liches were following another undead dressed in luxurious antique clothes.

Baldur's Gate has been fully mobilized, and all churches have entered a state of combat readiness, facing this group of liches from a distance.

Apodel Adrian rode on Pegasus, holding the Day Star in his hand, circling quietly in the sky, maintaining a considerable distance from the group of liches, but ready to swoop down at any time.

Surrounded by liches, the Lich Lord Larok silently observed the sea of ​​people on the mountain and shook his head slightly.

He was only a hundred meters away from the top of Amnesia Mountain, the magic network node, but it was obvious that the enemy in front of him did not intend to let him pass.

Negotiate? A paladin and a lich negotiating? No one would find this joke funny.

The reflections of the holy emblem sparkling in the moonlight merged into one, forming a long rainbow in Larok's eyes.

No one wanted to escalate the situation by taking the initiative, as this would only lead to an all-out fight to the death. No one wanted to see this outcome.

Unfortunately, no party is willing to back down at this time.

This confrontation will probably continue until the external situation changes again.

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"Larlok went to Baldur's Gate...?"

This news is bittersweet for Metatron.

Her gaze lingered on Yin for a moment, then she said, "In my opinion, this is good news for us. The biggest uncertainty has been eliminated, so we can focus on the current situation. Although I would rather he stay in the nest and not go anywhere."

Sig curled his lips and said, "We've destroyed two of their nests. It's reasonable for others to come out and take a look."

"It makes sense." Metatron didn't deny it, but then said with unusual determination, "Unfortunately, liches are not only the most powerful undead creatures, but also the most evil and the least tolerated by the mortal world. If the eyes Larloch had stationed at the outposts were other undead creatures, I would probably have tried my best to turn a blind eye to them so as not to alert Larloch. But liches?"

Metatron wasn't angry with Sig, but he still said without hesitation, "I didn't know beforehand that this lich from Elturgard was also a subordinate of Larloch. But even if I knew this would attract Larloch, I would still destroy him. I couldn't just turn a blind eye to a lich that constantly devoured souls."

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Sig immediately realized his slip of the tongue and raised his hands in surrender without hesitation. "I just think that, from this point of view, it's only a matter of time before we face that bad guy named Larloch."

"It seems so now." Metatron pondered for a moment and said, "But that's a matter for later. Emiya, Miss Yin, you should go and rest."

Emiya was stunned for a moment and asked, "What about Zariel?"

Metatron was silent for a moment, then replied, "Capturing the Devil Archduke is an opportunity that won't appear once in thousands or even tens of thousands of years. I think the risk is worth taking."

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The heavy rain has continued for several days and nights.

The spellcasters in the entire Elturgard and its surrounding areas are now divided into several groups and scattered around Berdusk, turning an area of ​​dozens of square kilometers into a swamp.

The rain clouds in the sky were already hundreds of meters thick. Even so, the moisture was still piling up thicker and thicker amidst the torrential downpour. The spellcasters were still worried that the rainfall wasn't enough.

Now the raindrops have completely merged into one. Looking up, it seems as if the entire water elemental plane has opened its doors, and a flood that covers the sky and the sun is rolling towards the earth.

——Even so, this is not the most frightening thing for the people of Elturgard.

The most terrifying thing was that the heavy rain had continued for several days and nights. This was enough water to destroy half of Eltoril. However, the ground beneath their feet absorbed all of this thousands of millimeters of precipitation. Even now, there was still little visible water on the ground.

Just what kind of horrific crypts have the burrowers and demons dug beneath the earth? But one thing is certain—if the demons so choose, they can use the crypts to make Elturgard pay an unbearable price.

If this unprecedented flood couldn't destroy the underground palace in a short period of time, even the tens of thousands of men Elturgard had dispatched wouldn't even make a splash. The steady advance of the past few days now looked more like a trap.

The Supreme Observer breathed a sigh of relief.

His shift is coming to an end, but it's worth noting that the person who will be taking his place is the wandering mage, the Forsaken.

Beautiful, tall, mysterious, powerful, gentle yet strong within a soft embrace.

Such a mage likes to hang out with the wooden men of the Church of Tyr. During this period of time, she has become a hot topic in Elturgard for various reasons.

However, the top observer speculates that this handover will probably bring some progress that will make him happy.

"Om."

Amidst the surge of magic, Metatron appeared on the flying carpet of the Supreme Observer as expected.

In order to avoid the devil's sight, almost all rainmakers refused to act on the ground and chose to pour heavy rain from the sky.

Now, dozens of high-level spellcasters were scattered across the rain-filled sky. Not to mention the demons, even those who participated in the flood project had difficulty locating their colleagues.

——Of course, the mages chose a more cunning method: they simply kicked their avatars out to do this potentially dangerous work, while they themselves hid back in the mage tower or camp.

Except for the collaborators who took shifts in the same group.

"Ah, it should be mid-dusk now?" The Supreme Observer stood up and sighed. "This plan is so easy to say. Hours on end, facing the endless rain, with only the unchanging sound of the rain in our ears—only us old guys can bear it. If the young people came, I'm afraid they would find it difficult to endure such loneliness."

"Having no one to accompany me is better than having burrowworms and demons." Metatron shook his head and took off a dimensional hole from his waist. "Well, besides changing shifts, I'm also here on a mission and have a message for you."

"……oh?"

Metatron casually said, "The captain of the team from Baldur's Gate asked me to bring a message: The order has been completed. It's been placed with the materials."

Craig was stunned for a moment, then his pupils trembled a few times: "--Done?! This is...!"

He lowered his head, took a few breaths, and said, "I thought he would contact me directly."

Metatron shook his head: "Different people have different habits."

Although some spellcasters are accustomed to using short message spells to solve all problems, there are still some who avoid this spell and will not consider using it unless they have no other choice.

He didn't bother to exchange pleasantries with Metatron. After apologizing, he couldn't wait to return to the camp using the mantra of return.

Metatron began his work on the spot and at the same time, sent a message to Emiya.

Craig is gone. Whether this Supreme Observer is Zariel's fishing line or not will be revealed tonight.

Sixty-six Fish Lines (I)

No matter how hard you try to track down Craig, it's impossible to get to his residence.

Craig is the leader of all of Elturgard, the head of both religious and secular power. Spying on his residence would only be seen as an offense to all of Elturgard.

If Craig really had ill intentions towards them, then from then on, Craig could justifiably expel them from the battlefield - even if any accidents happened to Emiya and her group, some of the friendly forces would just turn a blind eye.

But mysteriously, there seemed to be no other devil followers among the publicly visible forces of Elturgard. During their time together, Emiya and his companions had spent considerable effort secretly observing, but they had truly found no trace of them. Even the devil who called himself Bayer had occasionally mentioned this.

What had the devil done in Eltoril to be able to infiltrate it without involving any mortals in the open?

In any case, this brought about one consequence: if Craig wanted to do anything, he had to avoid his nominal subordinates.

Therefore, if Craig wanted to do anything, he could only do it in secret, and Emiya and his group only needed to try to track him down.

—Or more accurately, let Silver and Sig track it down.

Now, a day has passed since Emiya completed the two Moonlight Swords. They have finished their rest and expelled the fatigue from their bodies. Then Emiya spent some time to complete the twenty sets of Burrowing Worm armor.

Moti's crafting of the burrowing beetle armor wasn't easy to master. His true achievement lay in his meticulous analysis of each component of the burrowing beetle's carapace, greatly improving its utilization.

The shells of digging worms are not always the same. How can one discern the differences between them? This skill is far beyond the reach of ordinary people to learn by just looking at the finished product.

——But Emilia is not an ordinary person.

As long as there is a ready-made armor as an example, he can still barely learn some of the essence in a short period of time.

More importantly, adventurers and Hell Knights had recently killed hundreds of burrowing nymphs, leaving them piled up in the warehouse with no clear purpose. Emiya now had the authority to freely utilize these shells, so twenty burrowing nymph armors were more than enough.

Even Emilia deliberately showed off her skills a little when making the armor - this batch of vests used large pieces of digging beetle shells, completely retaining the flexibility and strength of the shells themselves, while also meeting the size requirements with incredible precision, almost to the last detail.

In addition, Emilia also stuffed a small gift.

If there is really something hidden behind these orders, he believes that the people who actually placed the orders will be satisfied.

"coming."

Even if they remained invisible, they were still several dozen meters away from the warehouse where the burrowing worm armor was stored, with several more warehouses in between.

But this is not a problem for silver.

She said confidently that as long as she concentrated, she could still detect the movements in the warehouse from this distance.

She said she could, so Emilia had no choice but to believe her.

And Yin did not lie.

After noticing Craig heading towards the warehouse, they went on alert. After waiting for more than ten minutes, Yin's eyes suddenly lit up.

She pointed to the west. "—Teleportation. He used teleportation. His target was Eltoril."

However, one word she said startled the knowledgeable people present: "Teleport?! This spell isn't divine at all! If Craig were Torm's priest, he wouldn't know this spell!"

"Then I don't know. I'm not familiar with Thom." Yin was extremely confident in his judgment. "He just used teleportation."

Elastrid also took a deep breath, realizing the seriousness of the situation. She said, "Well, everyone, I'm going to use the Mantra of Return to return to the Moonfire Clock Tower. Be prepared!"

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Draw a magic circle on the altar and place the dimensional hole in it.

Chant the spell and complete the ritual.

This process is more accurately called sacrifice.

However, ordinary sacrificers have almost no direct connection with the end of the ritual. It is more like a blind prayer that is likely to go unanswered than a sacrifice.

But Craig knew he was different.

Eltoril was already a city of perpetual daylight. However, at dusk, the population was inevitably much sparser. Furthermore, with the surrounding areas of Berdusk awaiting the outcome of the flood plan, everyone was on high alert. Eltoril was practically deserted.

Now, there are only ordinary people who have nothing to do with the battle and a very small number of priests who maintain operations and security in Eltoril. Even most of the hotels have moved to the vicinity of Berdusk.

It is also because of this that a secret space under the sun has become an extremely hidden place.

There is no light here. There are thick stone slabs above the head and solid soil around.

The only way to enter and exit this place is to use various space spells - but if you don't know this space, no one would like to use space spells to crash themselves into the ground.

The most powerful illusion is not one that cannot be seen through, but one that makes people unaware that it is an illusion.

The most secret space is not the space that cannot be found, but the space whose existence is unknown to people.

And in this extremely secret space, Craig made his decision.

The Lord of Elturgard, the Supreme Observer, who commanded nearly a hundred paladins and hundreds of priests, bent his knees without hesitation and knelt on the ground without any hesitation, letting his forehead hit the rock.

Even though there was nothing in front of him.

Just a few minutes later, a ball of fire with a smell of sulfur suddenly lit up in front of Craig.

The flame deformed slightly, twisting into a hairless female face. But surprisingly, even so, the face still retained the stunning beauty of its owner.

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