Equipment Printing School Mage

"Earthquake!"

Or perhaps the earth really began to get angry.

The burrowing worms, which had been advancing continuously, began to sway uncontrollably from side to side. Their claws, which supported their massive bodies, kept tapping the ground, trying to maintain their shifting center of gravity.

However, just as they managed to maintain their center of gravity, the next wave of vibrations would hit their supporting feet again through the ground.

In just a few seconds, large groups of burrowing worms collapsed to the ground. The few burrowing worms that were lucky enough to maintain their balance found themselves awkwardly stuck in the middle of the formation, almost completely unable to move.

The advance of the digging worm tide encountered its first serious obstacle.

At the beginning, the Digger Tide tried to follow the previous strategy and make the Digger that was originally paralyzed on the ground

Under the continuous earthquakes, the center of the formation collapsed completely. Unlike the thorns, even though the subsequent burrowers were not affected by the earthquakes, they could not imitate the previous strategy.

The vibration will not disappear just because there are digging bugs lying on the ground.

The burrowing worm that had successfully climbed onto its fellow burrower was immediately knocked over by the next wave of vibrations. Now there was a problem.

——Are they going to force their way forward?

Even if they forced their way forward, their speed wouldn't be very fast. A significant delay in their progress was inevitable. If they stopped advancing and bypassed this area, that would be the beginning of the complete collapse of the burrowing worm formation.

Just as Fenwë was delaying the advance of the burrowers, the River Forest Druids finally arrived.

Fenwë hadn't seen the druids for some time—they were quite addicted to pouring down the might of nature upon the land with heavy rain, and they had been working very hard lately. Furthermore, her previous deception in bringing Woods to Baldur's Gate had damaged their relationship. There was no personal connection between the two now.

A large group of birds landed beside Fenwë and transformed back into human form.

Fenwei was just about to say hello when he was attracted by their attire.

The clothing that druids usually wear is made of various plants and untanned raw hides, so their protective power has always been far inferior to those of the steel-armored priests in secular civilization.

However, today, the River Forest Druids actually wore armor.

Diggerworm Armor.

...No matter how I look at it, it seems wrong?

While maintaining his spell, Fenwë used Earthquake to tear cracks in the ground, disrupting the movement of the burrowing worms. He asked, "...Is this 'your' burrowing worm armor?"

Woods snorted coldly, his smile forced. "Archdruid Finwë, I don't understand what you're talking about. Aren't all the over a thousand suits of burrowing worm armor that Elturgard has conjured up from thin air the work of Mr. Emia of Lunya? What do you mean by 'ours'? You're wearing one too, aren't you? He even specially engraved the sacred oak emblem of the Sharptooth Forest on you."

These armors in the River Forest were definitely not made by Emya. Fenwe had already made up his mind.

Emia products have always been surprisingly regular. To exaggerate a little, they generally look natural and it is difficult to find any traces of artificial production.

The River Forest druids' armor bore too many marks of cutting and sewing, completely un-Emia style—not to mention the quality. Emia's burrower armor was close-fitting and fully protective, but the druids' gear simply couldn't meet that standard.

Judging from the average quality of Emia's creations, the armor worn by the druids could only have been made when Mr. Emia drank two barrels of beer, smoked three cigarettes, and hugged four women, and went without water for five days, six days, or food for seven days.

To put it mildly, the production of these armors is equivalent to the level of Mr. Emiya more than ten years ago - although he is only twenty-one years old this year.

Finwe smiled and simply followed his words and said, "You received the armor, why are you not happy?"

"Of course I'm not happy," Woods said coldly. "I have a hoard that's now ready to be seen. The bad news is, given its current value, it can hardly be called a hoard. In Elturgard these days, a pine cone falling from a tree can hit a man in burrower armor."

"..." Fenwei suppressed his laughter and said seriously, "If you are not satisfied with the quality, I think he would be willing to make you a new armor for free. He never takes advantage of such small things."

"You know him very well," Woods said indifferently, waving his hand forward. "Enough of the idle chatter, druids. Before the snow clouds dissipate—"

"Thunder Summoning! In the next few minutes, I want to see any burrower that dares to raise its head be struck by lightning and turned into charcoal!!!"

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"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Although Elturgard had been experiencing heavy rain for half a month, with a lot of thunder and lightning during that time, the intensity of the lightning was far less than what it was at this moment.

Continuous thunder roared and fell from the clouds like a torrential rain.

The last time Emya witnessed this relentless bombardment was in the ruins of the Friendly Arm Inn. However, this time the frequency of the thunderstorms summoned by the druid was several times higher than that time.

"The druids of the River Forest have truly come out in full force." At the temporary logistics camp, after confirming that a burrowing worm's corpse had been sent to the incinerator, Bishop Tani raised his head and gazed at the horizon. "This is the only thunderstorm I've ever witnessed... Fortunately, I wasn't standing beneath the snow cloud."

Emiya, however, paid no attention to the lightning. She stared at the newly built incinerator in front of her and asked, "Actually, I'm curious why the Church of Torm is so good at fire?"

During this time, he witnessed with his own eyes the enemy sect of the abyss drawing runes he had never seen before on the frame he made, and summoned strange flames in the incinerator, turning the corpses in the furnace into ashes.

Although the efficiency is not particularly high, far less than the speed at which the bodies are delivered, it is still amazing enough.

Tani's face was filled with understanding. He clasped his hands devoutly and said, "The demons of the lower planes live with fire and are generally not afraid of the very flames that mortals fear most. Our sect's founder believed that attacking the enemy's strengths would be more unexpected and would better demonstrate our faith and wisdom. Fortunately, we succeeded. I suspect our sect's unique divine arts were one of the important reasons for Elturgard's recognition."

"What else are you good at?"

The bishop of the Enemy of the Abyss sect smiled and said, "If the sudden attack of the burrowing worms is really just the first wave of decoys, then you will soon see for yourself."

Seventy-four Frost White, Flame Red (Part 3)

Heavy snow and cold temperatures were not part of the flood plan.

Although the burrowing beetle's shell wasn't enough to insulate the travers from the severe cold, it was still enough to keep them warm. Under these circumstances, summoning a blizzard in the wilderness was hard to say who would be at a greater disadvantage.

The problem was that the mobile support team responsible for the flood plan had to spend time investigating the source of the blizzard one by one. In fact, many members believed that the blizzard was a conspiracy of the devil and should be countered immediately.

"...I told you we can't just sit back and watch." The Keepers of the Church of Tyr remained fully armed on the land. "But they've delayed our retreat until now."

His opinion on this blizzard was the most radical - he suggested immediately stopping the flood plan and evacuating everyone.

The heavy rain has been going on for a long time. It’s not too late to stop temporarily and observe the situation before resuming it.

However, Bishop Tyr's words of self-preservation were considered too conservative, so they were ultimately rejected after a heated debate.

Now the snow has been falling heavily for several days, and the ground, which was originally soft due to absorbing water, has frozen and become as hard as stone.

Thus, the other part of the flood plan, the part that relied on floods to hinder the devil's actions, was also cracked.

The direct result was that the burrower horde launched its attack with ease, completely treading on flat ground. The anticipated scenario of the burrowers wallowing in mud and floodwaters simply didn't occur. They advanced towards Berdusk with the force of a galloping horse, and the existing defenses were powerless to immediately halt their advance. Thus, Elturgard's original lines were instantly overwhelmed.

The few square kilometers that Bolias was originally responsible for were the part closest to the front line. But in the blink of an eye, before he even moved, the front line had already moved away from him.

Normally, he should have left immediately, either waiting for troops to be redistributed or simply following the druid's lead. However, his temper flared up, and seeing that everything was irreversible, he was unwilling to retreat.

The Tyr Church's front was nearby, practically brushing shoulders with the burrowing worms. It didn't take Bolias long to successfully rendezvous with them.

But the question is what to do next.

Bolias, carrying his greatsword, frowned as he gazed eastward at the swarm of white insects rising and falling like a tide. Then, he waved to his fellow believers, "...Spread the word, we'll retreat five kilometers too. If everyone else is advancing and we're retreating, that's cowardice. If everyone else is retreating and we don't, that's suicide."

The Church of Tyr had long awaited this order. They had already made their preparations, awaiting only the Supreme Commander's orders. But one of the priests asked, "Keeper of Balance, should we support Lord Asur? We also believe that protecting Master Emya should be our top priority at this moment."

"A few days ago, we were calling him the mysterious wizard kid..." Bolias glanced at the brand new burrowing worm armor on these people and cursed with a smile, "Now you're calling him the master?"

"After all, forging over a thousand suits of full-body armor by one person in a matter of days is unheard of." The members of the Church of Tyr laughed awkwardly. But the priest who had asked the question earlier couldn't help but say, "... Keeper of the Balance, with all due respect, Master Emia's creative abilities... are truly extraordinary in Faerûn."

Overflow means that his creation speed far exceeds the upper limit of the normal needs of this continent - how many people in this world are willing to spend hundreds or thousands of gold coins to buy armor?

With Emiya's creation speed, even if it is faster, I am afraid that in a few years no one will need to buy full body plate armor.

Strictly speaking, Faerun is not particularly peaceful, but it is not to the point where every country is fighting each other every day. Most of the casualties are still caused by banditry and robbery.

Faerun is considered wealthy, but the demand for weapons and armor is far from being that great.

However, in this vast world, there happens to be a place where the demand for weapons and armor is almost endless.

Moreover, neither side on the battlefield was a good buyer - the side with a more rigorous organization had every motivation to use their brains full of the stinking water of the Styx to make a move on Emilia.

What’s even more coincidental is that the group of sewer rats, who always act in secret, made a rare big move this time.

This campaign has consumed a great deal of the Elturgard's energy, but even now, they are still unsure of the demon's true goal.

Maybe it's a companion day.

But is the Companion more valuable to the devil than the Emilia of Lunya?

Bolias clenched his fists. “If you ask me, I think that for a group of demons who are constantly waging war...Lunya’s Emya is more important than the Companions, or even the entire Elturgard.

The priest who asked the question was a high-ranking leader of the church, one of the Hammer Lords. He then added, "Lord Craig has ordered us to try to fill the gap left by the Cult of the Rising Sun."

"Filling up the front? Where are they going?" This was far beyond Bolias's expectations. "Are they going to stop the Diggers?"

"do not know."

Polias paced the cold ground for a long time before finally making up his mind: "Since we have decided to participate in this defensive war, we cannot openly disobey orders as members of the Tyrian Church. You must act according to orders. I will go to the temporary camp—Asur and I haven't been side by side for almost ten years."

Everyone turned around and prepared to move towards their goal.

Then, they all froze at the same time and looked straight at the western sky.

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At the same time, in the sky above, the demons were looking at the gathering place of the Tyr Church from a thousand meters away.

"...What should we do, Lord Bayer? Should we attack these people as planned? They are the mad dogs of the Tyr Church... They won't let go once they bite." Bayer's deputy, a Pit Fiend, asked, "The intensity of a battle with them cannot be controlled."

"We have to fight then." Bayer shook his head. "We choose a nearby target, and the Tyr Church will definitely come to support us. If we attack the Tyr Church directly, perhaps the scale of the attack will be smaller."

Then, a smile appeared on Bayer's scarlet, muscled face. "Besides, our main force unfortunately encountered the stubborn Tyr Church... Isn't that better?"

"...Oh! That's true!" Bayer's deputy also reacted.

If they were to carry out other tasks on weekdays, the messengers of justice who would not let go unless they were completely exhausted or there was no hope of victory would be a real headache - but now they had no intention of making any substantial progress, and the Church of Tyr had suddenly become their most longed-for friend.

"Let the Devil attack first." Bayer thought for a moment and said meaningfully, "We are embarking on an expedition with little chance of success, so we have to prioritize casualties during the attack... Do you understand?"

"clear."

The rain of arrows from the succubus was certainly quite intimidating to the demon army, but relying solely on the succubus? Their threat to a divine army would be very limited. Even the priests could leisurely heal all the injuries within the team.

That suits them just fine.

At that moment, a faint flash of light appeared in the sky. The devils present were all experienced in battle, so it was impossible for them to miss this strange phenomenon.

At this distance, the brilliant companion sun has become a shining point of light, like a distant lighthouse in the deep night.

It can't bring much light, but at least it can guide the way forward.

Then, the light flickered.

Disappeared.

Instead, there was a dark spot.

“…………”The devils fell silent.

The Tyr Church below apparently also noticed this and disappeared from its original position almost immediately.

But right now the baatezu were in no mood to worry about the whereabouts of their temporary stage partner.

The same question echoed in their hearts: Is it necessary to go to this extent?

"That's why I've never liked her," Bayer said coldly. "She's clearly an immortal angel, but her temperament is as violent and impatient as an orc. She acts without regard for risks and long-term benefits, recklessly relying on her muscle instincts to make decisions instead of her brain—a madwoman whose cerebellum overdeveloped to compensate for brain atrophy!"

"Sir, what should we do now?"

"We have no choice," Bayer chuckled. "Even the members of the Church of Tyr are aware of what's happening. By now, most of Elturgard are probably fleeing to Eltoril—and the Church of Tyr is already the least respected group in Elturgard. So, we're probably left with nothing. Her message is clear: 'The road ahead is clear. Any further delay will result in court-martial.'" Bayer said calmly. "To us, this whole thing is just a common conspiracy, but she doesn't see it that way. Now, she's willing to put far more on the table than we do, so the initiative is no longer in our hands."

Bayer silently snapped his fingers.

“Crack, crack.”

The mouthparts and claws rubbed against the ice.

The burrowers heading towards Berdusk had already suffered heavy losses from the druid's continuous thunderbolt bombardment, and their formation was completely disrupted.

However, at this moment, the new digging worms finally crawled onto the ground with a rustling sound.

Their total number was no less than that of the vanguard group that alarmed the entire Elturgard.

They crawled onto the ground meekly and formed a neat formation under Bayer.

Bayer sighed, stretched out his palm towards the vast earth, clenched it tightly, and then raised it high.

The digging worms all over the mountains were originally crawling quietly on the ground, but now they raised their heads in response to his action.

Even the digging worms that were still far away stopped moving and let the thunder pour into them.

——It was as if Bayer had strangled them all.

Bayer sighed, and then a scarlet light bloomed from his palm.

"Let's get started. Push forward recklessly, our target is the temporary logistics camp!"

"Even if I die, even if my flesh and blood are crushed to ash by the runes, I must bring your bones and shells with me before I die!"

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