Equipment Printing School Mage
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And Emiya, as a matter of course, reached into the dimensional bag, pulled out the second Moonlight Sword, and slapped it into the hands of a Hell Knight.
"……what?"
Asul watched this scene, he felt as if his worldview was about to collapse. He could practically hear his own jaws and those of his subordinates hitting the ground.
He grasped the Moonlight Sword in his hand in astonishment and swung it slowly.
Because there was no blade to act as a counterweight, the hilt was surprisingly light. Swinging it felt like flipping his palm, requiring no effort at all.
The sword's edge sliced across the ground, leaving a bright burn mark of radiant power on the soil.
This is a magic weapon, a powerful magic weapon, and even if we put aside the magic power and only discuss the weapon itself, it can be called a masterpiece.
In the past, such a magical item might be worth thousands, or even tens of thousands of gold coins. It was also in short supply, and to obtain it, one had to make the other party owe them a big favor.
Or perhaps, this was a warrior who completed a difficult task given by the gods, and the gods gave him such a treasure as a reward and a commendation.
But now, what did Asur see?
He wiped his eyes in astonishment.
He saw with his own eyes that Emiya had no intention of stopping.
He simply walked up to each Hell Knight, pulled out a Moonlight Sword from his Dimensional Bag, and slapped it into the Hell Knight's hand. Then, without even looking back, he walked towards the next person, as if he was distributing a cheap dagger!!!
Every Hell Knight reacted in the same way.
They couldn't believe their eyes and turned the hilt of the sword in their hands several times.
It was not until they saw with their own eyes the clear moonlight gushing out from the hilt that their reason finally defeated their emotion.
Seeing this scene, Asur opened his mouth wide and let out a silent scream towards the sky.
He heard that although the Gond Church was theoretically a half-affiliated church of Oghma, the important faith center of the Oghma Church had always disliked the Gond Church.
The Church of Gond has always wanted to promote their printing presses, freeing scholars from the quill and ink of handwritten manuscripts. However, Candlekeep believes that this process is a core part of the dissemination of knowledge and should not be replaced by the whims of a single craftsman.
Printed or handwritten? Asul actually prefers the former.
But the paladin could now understand how the scholars of Candlekeep felt when they first saw the printing press.
Tyr!!! Is the world about to turn upside down?!
Emiya looked at the shocked expressions of the Hell Knights and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected, the Hell Knights' equipment all came from the official Elturgard.
If a war really broke out, they obviously could not continue to use Elturgard's equipment.
In this way, Emiya took the first step.
As for where did so many Moonlight Swords come from?
That was what happened last night, when he finally realized why the bottle of Moonfire came into his hands through his teacher, a chosen one of the Magic Goddess.
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Emilia looked at his teacher's face and whispered, "...Teacher, can you say it again?"
"Okay." Metatron spoke each word with an extremely serious voice. "You think there are only three portions of this bottle of moonfire? You are right and wrong."
She held the bottle mouth and turned the already empty bottle upside down: "The reason you are wrong is that you still have one last chance to refuse."
Naturally, nothing comes out of the bottle this month.
At this moment, the two of them were in Metatron's own mansion. There was no one around, not even Silver. This was a secret conversation between master and disciple.
Metatron took a deep breath and said, "I never wanted you to reach this point. But you are already an adult and have already overcome all the difficulties on your own, so I can no longer make decisions for you."
"This bottle of moonfire is an unprecedented gift, but the goddess Selûne gave it to you for a single purpose," Metatron said. "She hopes you'll attract attention and draw the attention of ambitious men to you. To that end, she will help you at any cost."
"But if you say you're unwilling to face this danger, one that has no real connection to you," Metatron said firmly, "I will return the goddess's blessing on your behalf. Three portions of Moonfire are a reasonable reward for your previous assistance to the Church of Selune. She has her own agenda, but she's not an evil person who takes human life lightly. This is a gamble. You might—no, you very likely—die, but as long as you live, the Church of Selune will provide you with unlimited assistance."
"I don't mind helping." Emilia frowned, "But I want to know what the goddess wants to do. I don't want to be driven by others for no reason."
"..." Metatron was silent for a moment, then walked to the mansion's door. After confirming that no one was eavesdropping outside and that there were no prophetic spells, he turned around again and put his mouth close to Emilia's ear. "Goddess Selûne hopes that you will be the most eye-catching member of the team. Ideally, you will be so famous that the others in your team will be almost forgotten - even if each of them can actually make a career on their own and become famous on the continent of Faerûn."
Metatron clapped his hands. "Emmya, I know you. Even without this incident, you would have stepped forward and protected everyone on the team without hesitation. However, you don't care about reputation. Now, Goddess Selune hopes that you can conceal their extraordinary qualities with your own skills, so that outsiders and enemies will only see you, and subconsciously ignore the existence of others."
...!
In other words, Emiya has to be a shelter for his teammates, shielding them from all the storms.
After learning this answer, Emiya was silent for a moment and said, "...I guess Mars doesn't need my protection."
Metatron was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Yes. It's not Mars, it's her. You know best how lawless she is."
"Then this attempt is completely unnecessary," Emilia said coldly. "Even without the goddess Selune forcing me, I wouldn't put that guy in danger."
"...Are you sure? You still don't know what kind of support Goddess Selune will give you."
"I'm sure," Emilia said flatly. "Since she's in danger and needs my help, I'll do it. I don't need any inducements."
Instantly, the mansion fell into a long, seemingly endless silence. Even the two people's breathing almost stopped.
After an unknown amount of time, Metatron sighed deeply, "...Ah. Did I kick you out too late?"
Then, the mysterious Metatron stood up, grasped the seemingly ordinary Moonfire Bottle on the table, took a large basin from the mansion and placed it on the ground, and said softly: "-stream."
Emiya was confused at first, but then her eyes widened.
The moon fire bottle, which should have dried up, began to gush out streams of moon fire again.
Almost instantly, the amount of Moon Fire pouring out exceeded the volume of the bottle itself. And the Moon Fire in the bottle didn't even show any signs of stopping!!!
"Then, this bottle of endless moonfire will be yours from now on." Metatron wiped the pity from his eyes and said solemnly, "I hereby convey Selûne's oracle: [This means that the moonfire of the Church of Selûne will be supplied to you in unlimited quantities. You can use as much as you want, create whatever you want, and make as many magic items as you want. As long as you don't sell these magic items to Selûne's enemies, these moonfire magic items will function normally. As long as you uphold your promise, this rule will be effective forever."
"[Didn't you develop a magical weapon that requires Moonfire? Very good! Ten Moonlight Swords, a hundred Moonlight Swords, a thousand Moonlight Swords, even ten thousand Moonlight Swords! You can create them!]"
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"Mr. Asur, the weapons have been distributed. I will gradually distribute them to other Hell Knights." Emilia turned around and extended her hand to Asur. "Give me the Hell Knights' physical data files. I'm going to prepare armor for you."
Author's Note: One million words in, the title is officially online. If this were the college entrance exam, my essay would probably be doomed.
Seventy-two Frost White, Flame Red (I)
As Lunia's Emia chanted, the burrowing nymph's strange carapace was slowly peeled away by arcane magic, splitting into several parts mid-air. The broad, tough parts were placed on the chest and back, becoming the breastplate and skirt armor, while the smaller parts were cut into countless plates, becoming the neck guard, arm armor, gauntlets, and greaves.
"...Is this the legendary Diggerworm Armor?"
A soldier looked at his equipment in surprise.
The green-brown armor now clung to his body like an exoskeleton. The ingenious design of the armor allowed ample room for a wide range of movement. Even as the warrior excitedly completed a full set of squats, he felt no noticeable sluggishness.
The movement was smoother than expected! It was a world of difference from the old armor he had worn before, which could turn a person into an inflexible stick!
"That's right, this arm flexion and extension..." The soldier raised his right arm and flexed his biceps.
With an extra layer of thick carapace armor between the upper arms, the maximum angle of lifting is inevitably affected.
"I really can't help you on this one," Emiya said unhappily to her new client. "The thickness of the armor plates is directly linked to physical defense. It's impossible for armor to completely prevent movement. As agreed, two sets of armor, 1600 gold coins in cash; and your previous spoils, the five burrowing nymph corpses, will be discounted by 400 gold coins, for a total of 1200 gold coins."
The group of adventurers currently interacting with Emya was quite capable. In a recent raid, they had teamed up with other adventurers to slay over twenty burrowing nymphs. Even after splitting the spoils with other groups, they still managed to claim five corpses. Had they not arrived in Elturgard relatively late, this feat might have been even greater.
"It's great to get a discount." The adventurers were grinning. "When I saw these burrowing worms were so small and covered in cracks, I was really worried no one would be interested and they would just be wasted. Then we'd have wasted all the effort to bring them back."
At this point, the warrior who had just received his armor pointed at the red crack on his armor with a bitter face and said, "Master Emiya, will this crack have any impact?"
"I've studied it, and this crack is thinner and shallower than it appears. It won't have a particularly significant impact on defense. But according to my research, this special burrowing beetle's shell has excellent thermal insulation properties, and it heats up and cools down very slowly," Emiya replied. "First, it protects against the sun, and second, it should be able to block out heat and cold to a considerable extent. Of course, I still don't recommend trying to rely on this armor to withstand the devil's fire and frost - you still have to hide when you need to."
"Sun protection is the biggest damn benefit! That Iron Oven Plate Mail costs 1500 gold coins! What else can I choose?"
In this way, another team of adventurers put on new equipment.
However, the soldier who had just changed into the new equipment took a few tentative leaps and nodded with satisfaction: "After putting on the clothes, I even feel a lot warmer!"
……warm?
After hearing this word, Emiya looked up at the sky hesitantly.
It was still the first month of autumn, far from the time when even the most robust adventurers would feel the cold.
Could it be that he is overthinking it?
"Speaking of which, Master Emiya, I reckon even if the devil's lair is deep, the diggers underneath won't be able to hide for many days. Will you still collect the bodies then?"
"Don't be ridiculous. If I were to pay for a drowned corpse like this, it would be the druids and priests, right? Then the only money I'd give you would be the labor costs for moving it."
"Forget it. A single nymph weighs nearly as much as an elephant," the adventurers sighed. "Besides, the area is incredibly muddy right now. Dragging a single burrowing worm would probably require a hundred kilograms of mud. Let's just let the carcasses rot in the water."
Naturally, no one wants to do this kind of hard work with no income.
At this moment, Emilia suddenly felt something touching her hair, and her forehead felt slightly cold.
He stroked his eyebrows in some surprise.
What caught my eye was a small piece of ice crystal slowly melting in my palm.
...It's snowing?!
At the same time, the devil's hoarse voice sounded in Emilia's mind: [Mortal. Whether you are interested in Zariel or not, I only have one thing to say now.]
【Don't die.】
Several huge figures slowly emerged from the cave.
The originally strong body has been severely deformed, and the huge and swollen body is almost about to burst the shell.
That was the target they had been waiting for. It was the corpse of a burrowing nymph that had been drowned alive. In just a few breaths, several drowned burrowing nymphs were pushed out of the cave.
Emiya realized something.
The devil is clearing the way for the attack.
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"By now, our goal should be clear to everyone," Bayer said coldly in front of his personal soldiers. "Zariel found no evidence of our unauthorized actions, but she used her authority to solve the problem with a simpler and more drastic method—she directly ordered me to fight Elturgard, and she watched us fight from behind.
"The Grand Duke has given the order, so we can't afford not to fight." Bayer waved his hand heavily. "Retreating without a fight would violate Zariel's military law, and the consequences would be more serious than dying in battle."
"So, you all listen to me."
Bayer said coldly, "Our battle will be divided into three phases. First, we'll push out the bodies of the burrowing worms that have drowned in recent days, clearing a path for our attack. Simultaneously, internal forces will begin to alter Elturgard's weather, freezing the floodwaters and facilitating our movement. However, during this phase, we won't launch a formal attack, allowing the people of Elturgard to remain in fear for a few days."
"In the second phase, we wait for the ground to freeze over, gather the burrowers in poor condition, and have them charge recklessly towards the logistics area. Let them remain in fear for a few more hours."
"Finally, after Elturgard has been provoked to exhaustion, we'll give it our all. But remember, at this stage, we need to make a splash!" Bayer enunciated each word. "Momentum! Got it?"
"Deploy in full force, using the loudest, most fear-inducing, not the most lethal, fighting style. Sheath your weapons, unleash your magic! Let all Elturgard be aware of our attack. But do not advance, do not attempt to split the Elturgard lines. Simply maintain a presence before them, harass them constantly, and prevent them from resting. If they attempt a full-scale attack, then we will continue to retreat, spreading their lines further and further away from the center."
Those present were all Bayer's long-time confidants, demons who had remained loyal even after he lost his Grand Dukeship. One succubus praised him, "Grand Duke Bayer truly has a well-thought-out plan... This way, we'll keep the Elturgards busy while minimizing our own casualties."
"More than that." Bile shook his head, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "If I'm right, Zariel's core group should already be in place. If we can push the Elturgard forces further away, giving them a less-favorable opportunity, they'll be forced to attack—though Zariel is singularly targeting me, she's equally strict with everyone. She won't tolerate my inaction, but her cult of the Abyssal Enemies is no exception. We'll likely receive the same orders, but at least we won't be fighting alone."
"If this happens, we won't be the only ones forced to act under military orders." Bayer snorted coldly. "Of course I don't want that Emya to fall into Zariel's hands, but strength is respected in this world. I've warned him so many times, and even then, he was still captured by Zariel. He's just too stupid. It's only fitting that a foolish blacksmith falls into the hands of a foolish angel."
"..." At this time, a Pit Hell Fiend said, "That Emya is still staying in Elturgard. Could it be that he really plans to...?"
"Everyone has a plan," Bile replied. "Whether he's a genius or a fool depends entirely on the outcome of that plan. He better have a strong hand."
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The once bustling Tyre camp finally became less crowded. However, the camp became even more crowded than before.
——Because, large numbers of digging worm corpses are being transported to this camp from all directions.
After many days, the efforts of Elturgard and the druids finally bore fruit - thousands of burrowing worms had been transported to the side of the camp by team after team of convoys.
The results achieved by the entire Elturgard in full force before could not compare to the results of this rainstorm.
Countless corpses had piled up like mountains. Their already enormous bodies swelled even more after absorbing the rainwater.
Even more devastating was the fact that many of the burrowing worms' bodies were visibly mutilated. Judging by the wounds, parts of their bodies had clearly become their own kind's dinner. And these leftovers, eaten by the burrowing worms, now became the first spoils of the flood, being transported to the surface.
Perhaps thousands of tons of water-soaked corpses were gathered near the Tyre camp.
The war hadn't even begun yet, but Elturgard had already had to start thinking about cleaning up the battlefield.
"This is all thanks to a kindhearted wizard blacksmith eager to profit from the war," Norwich said indifferently in Craig's residence. "Before the war, he enthusiastically replaced the soldiers on the front lines with burrower armor. Now the news has spread throughout Elturgard: Bringing burrower carcasses will buy burrower armor at a 40% discount, even better than fine steel plate. Each piece is custom-made by the wizard. As a result, when the carcasses are found on the front lines, their first reaction is to send them to the camp. I'm wondering if these waterlogged carcasses can be used as armor material. If there are enough, can the armor be used to cover the price?"
The priest of Oghma pointed outside the camp and said, "Congratulations! There are at least a thousand bodies lying outside Tyr's camp, their shells still intact."
He clapped his hands. "Mr. Emia, you'd better hurry. Otherwise, you might not be stripping armor from flesh, but grabbing shells from flies and fermenting corpses."
At this point, a look of sudden enlightenment crossed his face. "However, the shell does decay much more slowly. Are you planning to wait until only the bones and shell of the burrowing worm remain before taking action?"
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