Equipment Printing School Mage
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"...!"
This couldn't go on, or they would all be trapped here—Emia had already understood this.
If they can't make a breakthrough, they will have no choice but to withdraw.
At this moment, Archdruid Fenwë suddenly said to the Hell Knight and Emya and his group: "You should retreat."
This sentence caused everyone to fall into silence.
Fenwei said calmly, "It's clear now—this is an illusionist, and we lack effective countermeasures. But I have considerable control over the Sharptooth Forest. If she dares to enter, I can use the forest to deal with her. The worst she can do is set the forest on fire. We are quite experienced in fire control. As for events like yesterday, they are indeed troublesome, but we can simply stay indoors from now on."
"Take the injured and dead and evacuate now. You should still be able to rescue them."
"I cannot agree to this," Asul objected without hesitation. "We misunderstood the Sharptooth Forest and have yet to make amends. We can't continue to harm our neighbors."
Fenwei smiled and said, "If that's all, then if you can make the Goddess of Night bleed more in Candlekeep, it will naturally relieve our pressure."
Emiya pursed her lips.
Moreover, running away can only solve the problem temporarily.
Now the mage was fighting alone, and they were already at a loss. Could this problem only be solved when the enemies gathered in groups and the illusionist had hundreds of liches to protect him?
Now, what makes them most helpless is the shadow matter itself.
Either making the shadow matter ineffective, or finding the wizard whose location has been elusive, could help them break through the current predicament.
The Moonlight Sword is good enough to destroy a forest, but it is not enough to find a specific enemy in the vast sky.
Then, Emya said to Fenwe, "...Fenwe, wind is one of the druids' greatest areas of expertise. How big a storm can you summon?"
The Archdruid tilted her head, her lips curled slightly, pleased with the title. She replied, "A storm with a radius of nearly ten meters and a height of forty meters is within my capabilities. However, the whirlwind might obscure my vision. Furthermore, the meteor burst has a long range, so she might not be nearby. If the whirlwind doesn't envelop the enemy, I have no other options."
"Besides, can a cyclone destroy this substance? I'm not 100% sure."
"...Let me choose the location," said Alestria.
This kind of situation where one has to guess blindly is naturally what the Lucky Priest is best at.
"As for the shadow matter... I actually have an idea." Emiya said, pulling out a metal bucket with a capacity of several liters from her dimensional bag. "If it's used against Shar, I guess the Lady of the Moon won't mind."
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The brilliant light of the Moonlight Sword soon shone in the sky.
Destructive gunfire was poured into the sky without mercy, and wherever it passed, the black sand would lose its power and slowly fall in the sky.
Haverfont felt a cold sweat on his head as he watched this almost lucky shot.
She had originally thought that this mysterious ray was the trump card of the Elturgard Hell Knights, but now it seemed that this was not the case at all—my god, that kind of magic sword was actually carried by every Hell Knight!
She knew that the Church in the Material Plane was definitely much wealthier than the City of Ghosts that was chewing black sand in the Shadowfell Underworld...
However, seeing the blazing white moonlight piercing the sky with holes, she could only complain in her heart: Lord Shar, you are a little too stingy.
Moreover, the firepower was far beyond her expectations. She could only wait stiffly in mid-air, praying for better luck.
But she would be unwilling to be scared away like this.
She was the one with the advantage, how could she be scared away by a random shot with her eyes closed?
Just as she was about to cast her next spell, she noticed the red-haired wizard sink a barrel into the ground. He uncorked the seal and stepped back.
"...? What are you doing?"
Then, she was surprised to see that a wizard among the Hell Knights pointed lightly at the wooden barrel, and a ball of milky white liquid suddenly rose into the air along with the barrel and fell into the sky.
The moment this ball of milky white viscous liquid came into contact with the air, it immediately began to hiss. Large pieces of black sand lost their power and rose into the sky along with the milky liquid.
So what the hell is this?! It can't be Moonfire! In her opinion, Moonfire is a very meaningful blessing even in the Church of Selûne. How did that mage manage to bring out a whole bucket in one go?!
However, this was just the beginning of the plan.
Immediately, the Archdruid lightly tapped the sky.
At that moment, the most violent cyclone suddenly emerged, centered on that point. It was as if all the forces of heaven and earth were being guided by an invisible hand, rapidly converging towards this point. Every breeze in the air instantly transformed into a roaring gale, and the wind speed skyrocketed dozens of times in just a few breaths, as if nature's fury had been completely ignited. Everything around was swept away by this fierce force. If the cyclone had not occurred in mid-air, those present would have surely witnessed the tragic scene of broken grass and trees, and flying sand and gravel.
Even the normally gentle sunlight wasn't immune, shattered by the raging storm, leaving countless tiny specks of light drifting through the air. The entire world seemed to be plunged into chaos, the wind howling, and the power at the center of the storm seemed to spread endlessly, reducing everything to ruins.
Fortunately, Haverfonte was lucky enough to be some distance away from the tornado.
The bad news was that she wasn't far enough away, so she had to immediately use shadow matter to build a makeshift windshield in front of her, and then she had time to think about her next countermeasures.
Even so, she couldn't help but curse inwardly: Such a vast sky, and with just a casual gesture, a tornado happened to be released right next to her? What kind of luck is this?
Want to retreat?
In the moment she tried to think about this, the wooden barrel filled with moonfire was ruthlessly swept into the violent whirlwind. The outer wall of the barrel was not very strong to begin with, and now under the strong airflow, it was as fragile as a dead leaf and almost instantly collapsed under the weight.
As the storm intensified, rivets flew from the joints of the planks, as if torn apart by a tremendous force, making a sharp sound. The wood began to crack, and the cracks spread rapidly. In an instant, the entire barrel was in tatters. The moonfire gushed out like a spring from a deep well, rushing out with unstoppable momentum, illuminating the entire whirlwind with a silvery white.
And the shadow matter finally met its end because of this.
The moonfire splashed in all directions and instantly ignited the entire sky. Haverfont, who was close by, was caught off guard and was splashed all over by the moonfire almost instantly.
For the first time, her figure truly appeared in the sky.
She was a young elf with pale skin.
However, her skin color is different from that of the moon elves.
——If the moon elves’ skin color is closer to the moon and silver...
Then her skin color would be closer to that of a dead person...or bones.
However, these things can't save her now.
She was too confident in the shadow matter to use invisibility on herself.
All the Moonlight Swords were now aiming at her location.
She had seen the power of the Moonlight Swords before. Before she could make any move, they would shatter her into dust—the mage's frail body could never withstand the onslaught of the Moonlight Swords.
But there are worse things.
She also relies on shadow matter to transfer between the material plane and her hometown.
And these shadow substances have become inactive at this moment.
Without hesitation, she raised her hands and dropped her staff: "...I surrender! I surrender!"
Forty-seven Born in the Shadow
"Quick! Quick!"
On Earth, time is life for the patient, and this is only more evident in Faerun.
If the rescue is fast enough, perhaps only treatment is needed, not resurrection. If the resurrection is fast enough, even the most critical steps can be omitted.
After confirming that the illusionist had obediently descended to the ground under the threat of countless moon swords, all the Hell Knights' priests immediately rushed to the injured's side and began chanting divine spells. Soon, the nearly stagnant breathing turned into painful groans. The still silent dead were covered in diamond dust and began to try to resurrect.
However, although it was the first time that Emilia officially saw the priest preparing to resurrect the dead, he now had more important things to do.
They couldn't stay in the wild any longer. Candlekeep, Sharptooth Forest, anywhere else was safer than here. If anything went wrong, it wouldn't just be a matter of the captives being freed—it wasn't certain many of them would even see the next day.
The method used to knock down Haverfont this time may not be used a second time.
Therefore, even though Haverfont had a pretty face, with beautiful features that could not be concealed even by his rather poor skin, it did not make Emilia soften her heart in the slightest.
“Woo-wooo-wooo!”
They cast her hands into blocks of iron, gagged her mouth so tightly that she couldn't utter a single clear word, and even covered her eyes tightly to ensure she couldn't see anything.
Treating a great wizard of Haverfont's level as a weak girl is simply playing with everyone's lives.
This is an extremely valuable prisoner, but also an extremely hot prisoner.
If anything goes wrong, they will all pay a heavy price for it.
After confirming that she had done her best, Emiya shouted to Asur, "Hell Knights, please notify us immediately after completing the rescue. We cannot stay here for long!"
Of course, there are always people who seriously lack a sense of crisis.
"——Why, are you in such a hurry to leave?!"
Yin had been excitedly prodding the black sand, wondering what she could use to rekindle its previously marvelous properties. Hearing Emilia's cold tone, she immediately grew anxious: "We haven't even got our spoils yet!"
spoils of war.
Emiya hesitated for a moment, glanced at the shadow material that had merged with the earth, and finally shook her head: "...I'll have to come back to get these later."
"No !!!!"
Yin usually went with the flow, though she was a bit lazy about things she wasn't interested in. Now, when it came to what she cared about most, a magical medium exhibiting entirely new properties, she was practically jumping up and down in panic: "How can this happen! What if the properties of this shadow substance change again after a few days, or if it's reclaimed?!"
"There's nothing we can do about it." Although Emiya knew that Yin would not be satisfied with this answer, he could only answer this way.
"——!" Yin's face suddenly puffed up as round as a balloon. As soon as she saw Emilia's slate-like face, she knew that it was useless to act coquettishly in this situation.
She glanced around unwillingly, her eyes suddenly lighting up: "--Quick! Sig! Find a way to hold Emilia down. I'll give you my share of the spoils of this battle!"
When Emiya heard this, she almost vomited blood: Why are you using this trick again!
He could only cry out: "There is no time for that now!"
Resurrection requires only one incantation, lasting approximately six seconds, making it the cheapest and fastest resurrection spell among divine spells. Any higher-ranking resurrection spell requires a ritual lasting up to an hour. The bad news is that resurrection also requires the most stringent timeframe after death.
—It must be cast within one minute of the deceased's death.
To Emilia, this was more of a rescue than a resurrection.
Regardless, if the resurrection spell failed, they should have simply retreated, taking the body with them. The gap between one minute and one hour was sixty times greater. They had no reason to persist; they could simply retreat to Candlekeep and regroup.
Sig hadn't done anything in the game, just watching the excitement from the back. Seeing another wave of wealth coming his way, he suddenly perked up. The poet coughed lightly, rolled her eyes, and immediately rushed to the real key here: Elastrid.
At this moment, Alestria was staring at the prisoner's face and skin intently, as if she was thinking about something. Her concentration made Havelfont feel uncomfortable. She never expected that this matter was actually related to her.
Sig had already prepared a plan in his mind as he ran over, and the first thing he asked was a long series of questions: "Alestria, have you found your new armor?"
As soon as Emiya heard this sentence, she immediately knew what Sig wanted to say.
The Alaster Armor was indeed hampered by its material: he was no master of armor, merely able to easily reach the upper limit of known technology through his uncanny craftsmanship. In this situation, achieving a breakthrough beyond the existing framework was incredibly difficult.
As expected, Alestria replied, "Emmya has already informed me in advance—if there is no other way, he will try to make the first version using mithril, cold iron, and burrowing beetle shells."
"That's why it's not possible?" Sig's lips curled up. "Now, it's like this: if it's for your own use, then it's fine if the armor doesn't fit. But if it's a gift to someone else, then a defective piece that's missing something is obviously not presentable, right?"
As he spoke, the poet turned and waved at Emiya, then began to push him up against the wall, determined not to let him get down. "Emiya! You've already said those big words, you're not going to try to deceive yourself with all sorts of tricks, are you?"
Mithril and cold iron were both extremely expensive high-grade metals in Faerun. Even if he ended up trying to hard-carve armor out of these special metals, it wouldn't be considered shameful.
"No, you totally misunderstood me." Sig smiled brightly, "-- Of course, if we spend a few more minutes collecting materials, there will be risks. We have to find someone to share the blame, preferably someone who doesn't think it's their business.
"—For example, the one in the sword of Elastrid!" Sig called out to Elastrid, "Miss Xingyong! You've seen the peculiarities of this shadow material! If you really want to try that armor, you'll have to put in some effort!"
Xingyong doesn't like to show up in public - Elastrid's possession of the Moon Blade is her biggest secret, and she doesn't want it to be exposed in public.
However, as long as the chips are enough, she may be shaken.
Emiya understood what Sig meant.
The nature of shadow matter is still unclear, but who says it can't be used to make armor?
This half-solid, half-virtual material is perfect for improving the flexibility of armor.
Maybe that's really the answer to this question.
He pondered for a moment and glanced at the Hell Knight.
They were placing the bodies of their companions in a dimensional cave so that they could be taken to the church and resurrected later.
Emilia shook her head. "Elaster? Miss Xingyong's opinion?"
The pastor sighed: "She... is also interested in that shadow substance."
The Swordsinger is also a mage.
Now it's three to one.
Emiya shook her head, stopped arguing, and opened the dimensional hole.
He certainly didn't have time to identify the shadow matter. He and Fenwei used magic to roll large tracts of floating soil mixed with shadow matter directly into the dimensional hole, while saying loudly: "After the business of the Hell Knight is completed, we must leave no matter what! When the time comes, we will take as much as we can.
"besides!"
He reached out and grabbed a woman named Yin who was cheering and saying, "You can't just stand by and watch. You have to come and work too!"
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