Equipment Printing School Mage
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"No," Emya said calmly. "All the weapons and armor I gave to the Hell Knights were made with my own money, purchased the materials, crafted, and gifted at my own discretion. Zariel and Elturgard have nothing to do with me. I have never formed any alliance with Elturgard beyond normal trade, and there is no question of any affiliation. These items were all given at my own expense. Over a thousand sets of armor and weapons, the materials cost only tens of thousands of gold pieces, which I could afford personally."
The Hell Knights had already fallen into despair, but at this moment, a gleam finally appeared in their eyes.
"It's all in vain." Zariel sighed and shook his head. "Unfortunately, according to the Code of Fortitude, even if you resign from the Hell Knights, you still cannot attack or sabotage the work of those in Elturgard."
Just then, Craig took off his helmet and threw it to the ground, revealing his graying hair.
He finally spoke.
But, for some reason, there was an unconcealable sense of relief and ease in his voice.
"Yes. As long as I am the leader of Elturgard, you will be powerless."
The Supreme Observer said silently, "I am not a good man—I will readily admit that I have spent considerable effort trying to make others serve as Elturgard's minions—if all had gone well, I would have used outsiders to try to buy Elturgard's freedom. But I have failed. So, I must make one last attempt."
Then, Craig drew his own weapon.
A heavy, lightning-glittering thunder hammer.
At this moment, Zariel realized that something was wrong, glared and shouted: "Craig, what do you want to do?!"
Craig replied, "Normally, national leaders cannot claim to own a country. However, I leveraged my prestige to expand the power of Elturgard's national leader to near-infinite power on paper, though I've never used it. With the help of the demons, Elturgard has previously operated with astonishing efficiency. Even the Church of Tyr was forced to acknowledge my morality and talent, repeatedly making legal concessions to me. Ultimately, I truly did own Elturgard."
"So, the power of Elturgard is transferred to you through me, Master Zariel. However, possessing it also means I have the right to give it up."
Craig glanced at Asur and said, "I'm leaving. Don't let me see you in the Styx."
Then, he shouted to Emya, "...You idiot boy, if you have any cards up your sleeve, hurry up and use them! Not for me, but for the innocent people of Elturgard!"
Then, he took a deep breath and shouted, "As the Supreme Observer, I hereby declare that Elturgard and Eltoril are officially dissolved and cease to exist!"
Zariel froze for a moment, finally understanding the lengths to which this previously subservient servant would go for Elturgard. Her eyes immediately darkened with murderous intent. "How dare you—!"
She was just about to move when suddenly, a bone-chilling chill from the sky made her whole body numb, and her movements slowed down for a moment.
Craig did not miss this extremely precious opportunity, and smashed his war hammer towards his head with a clean and decisive move.
With a crisp shattering sound, the Supreme Observer's head instantly shattered into pieces like a melon or fruit.
From this moment on, Elturgard and Eltoril ceased to exist.
Then the oath sworn to Elturgard would be meaningless.
The insurance that seemed unbreakable just now was instantly reduced to just the last layer of protection.
This sudden scene shocked everyone present.
Asul stared at Craig's body in silence.
There was no crying or screaming.
The Hell Knight leader took a deep breath and said, "Everyone."
"As you have heard, Elturgard has been disbanded. Our code of fortitude has failed."
"The blood of our predecessors and the kindness of our friends have once again paved a path ahead of us in the darkness—our armor is still there, and our hands are not empty!"
"Now, draw your swords!"
"Om."
The magical humming sound when the Moonlight Sword was activated became one.
In the deep darkness, the Knights of Hell drew forth the gift they had been given only moments before.
The clear moonlight tore out pieces of white light in the darkness, as smooth as spotless silk.
Within it, murderous intent was boiling.
At this moment, Bayer, who had always been extremely submissive, finally raised his head.
He originally thought that he had suffered a complete defeat today.
But now he finally realized it.
Today's battle has just begun.
The inflexible devil made a decision immediately.
He said, "...Lord Zariel, it seems these mortals still have ulterior motives. I will return to Hell immediately for help!"
Bayer recited loudly at lightning speed: "I pray! I engrave the runes of the forbidden spell under the companion sun. The triggering condition is after I return to Hell and call for help!"
Then, a spell pattern suddenly appeared under the sun, and then the figure of the big devil disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving Zariel alone in the camp.
The moment his figure disappeared, the conditions for releasing the spell engraving that had just been cast were met.
The restriction spell that had just dissipated not long ago was opened again, and everyone in the camp lost the ability to teleport again.
At this time, Zariel had no time to distract himself and deal with this series of changes.
At this moment, she was staring at the sky.
A certain pressure was locking Zariel tightly from thousands of meters above.
Somehow, Zariel was aware—
If she dared to lose focus even for a moment, she would be instantly pierced by some attack.
At this moment, a figure finally appeared in the sky.
The blazing, dazzling light instantly tore through the dark sky, and the lightless darkness instantly turned into daylight. The brilliance was so dazzling that it was even far less dazzling than the companion sun at its peak.
The figure was at least 70% similar to Zariel's own - a woman with wings as broad as clouds, a face that could shame a flower into withering, a body filled with indescribable power, and not wearing armor, but robes like a wizard.
Zariel looked at that face and frowned: "...I remember you. You are the teacher of Eimia in Lunya."
Something like...The Abandoned One?
Then, Zariel's pupils shrank.
Her breathing quickened for the first time, and she gritted her teeth as she spoke, "...Back then, I did hear in Elysium that there was a wonderful legend about Lunya, the first level of the Sevenfold Mountain of Goodness and Order. There was once a masterless Seraphim servant of unknown origin who moved to Lunya from a strange plane. She was clearly already at the pinnacle of the world, yet she abandoned her name. For some reason, she became particularly interested in the arcane, gathering information and attempting to learn it, but her progress was laughably slow."
You can't...
For the first time, Zariel realized that there might be a big flaw in his plan.
Emia of Lunya.
Lunia.
Lunya?
There can't be such a coincidence in this world, right?
The Day Eighty Suns Fell (End) (Large Chapter)
Zariel knew very well that although the Seraphim transformed by the mage was also very threatening, it was still completely different from the real Seraphim.
What exactly is the symbol of the Seraphic Servant?
Do they possess terrifying strength that rivals that of giants, and flying abilities that even dragons cannot match?
Neither. Just like this, the Seraphic Servant is far from enough to stand proudly in the world of giant ships and become the most terrifying creature under the gods.
They are noble creatures born with divine power, and they are all the most powerful priests.
The combination of many factors makes the Seraphim Servant so powerful.
but……
Something was wrong with her—Zariel realized it.
She had originally thought that this trip out of Hell was just a short formality, so she had only made basic preparations—enriching herself with enough spells, and equipping herself with weapons, equipment, and magical items. She had not brought any more subordinates with her.
Such preparations were actually sufficient to deal with most situations. Even when she was still a Servant of the Seraphim, this level of preparation was enough for her to utterly annihilate Avernus and then return to Paradise unharmed.
In fact, even though she was backstabbed by Bayer again and had lost her crucial mobility, and even the diggers that were supposed to attack the camp were now patrolling the perimeter of the camp instead of rushing in - she was still far from being in danger.
If the enemy was only within her sight, she had every confidence she could repel or even annihilate everyone present. At the very least, if she wanted to leave the range of the forbidden spell, no one present would be able to stop her.
——However, the appearance of another Seraphic Servant is enough to completely break this balance.
The difference in power between Seraphim servants is not significant. The difference in power between them is likely more reflected in their abilities as priests—serving different gods grants them different powers. Their combat habits may also differ slightly as a result.
For example, Zariel himself was very inclined towards close combat. But no matter what, the difference in strength between them was only 60-40 at most.
In other words, if the Forsaken One was really the mysterious man Zariel thought he was, Zariel would not have been able to win tonight.
All kinds of misleading tricks are everywhere in hell. If she lost her composure so easily, she would have been kicked out of the position of Grand Duke long ago!
And more importantly——
"So what if you really are a Servant of the Blazing God?!"
He is just another person who has power but only sits in the peaceful and tranquil Tianjie Mountain and watches the blood and corpses being slaughtered in the abyss of hell.
Zariel made up his mind.
She could feel that she was still being firmly locked by someone from several miles away.
However, the Devil Grand Duke's body was not killed by this blow.
——Even if the unidentified Seraph Servant really used the signature weapon of this race.
An incredibly powerful bow of vengeance.
All arrows shot from the bow become killing arrows capable of killing their targets.
This weapon was a mortal threat to any creature weaker than himself. A Seraphic Servant could instantly destroy an entire demonic army simply by standing still and casually unleashing a torrential downpour.
She decided to take action.
Because she suddenly figured out something.
She is now a devil, and she is the powerful Grand Duke of Avernus.
The so-called evil demons have to wait a long time before they can be resurrected after returning to their original plane due to death - this kind of thing only happens to low-level evil demons.
For a devil like Zariel who can hardly leave her post for a moment, she will be resurrected by her boss Asmodeus the next moment she is in the material plane.
In that case, she could just run rampant in the material plane—
The best outcome would be a successful escape back to Avernus. The worst outcome would be resurrection in Avernus.
Once you understand this point, the feeling of danger like a thorn in your back will no longer be worth mentioning.
——Then, the dark wings behind Zariel trembled.
In an instant, the fallen angel's figure turned into a flash of lightning.
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Banri is still trying its best to absorb all the light in the world, as if it is trying its best to emit a dark shadow.
But even so, its presence is becoming increasingly weak - in the brilliant light in the sky that far surpasses the scorching sun, the darkness accompanying the sun is almost completely melted.
This gap also means that the power of the Sun Companion is far inferior to that of a true Seraph God Servant.
Zariel had soared into the sky, his broad wings almost becoming part of the light and shadow.
Her target was Emiya and her group.
This was something Emilia had expected.
Emiya is Zariel's first target and Metatron's student. No matter from which angle, attacking Emiya will be Zariel's first choice.
【Mars, Elaster! 】
The two front row players in the team naturally knew that now was the time to give it their all.
Fortunately, although Zariel was extremely fast, it was not so fast that the two of them could not keep up.
The two clergymen gripped their weapons tightly, staring intently at Zariel's afterimage.
Elastrid's eyes narrowed slightly.
She took a step forward wordlessly, lowered her body, and suddenly swung the hammer in her right hand like a whip.
Is it lucky?
The hammer's upward strike hit Zariel's right hand hard at the perfect timing.
Emiya and his team had already made sufficient preparations before the battle, and all available spells were currently in operation. It could be said that in normal battles, they rarely had the opportunity to have such a complete range of spells as they did today.
For Emiya and her group, this was their best chance, and Elastrid successfully landed a hit on the enemy with her first strike.
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