Equipment Printing School Mage

At the same time, as a ghost, she can also completely transform into an incorporeal being and travel between caves at any time.

Too careless.

This was Milim's true home turf. Her familiarity with the terrain and the complexities of the environment allowed her to unleash power that surpassed even that of a true silver dragon.

They should have taken precautions against Milim the moment they were forced to fall here.

Now, Emilia can only do her best to make amends.

Emilia looked at the sharp teeth looming in Milim's mouth, took a few quick steps forward, stood in front of Sieg, and recited the command.

The ivory statue around the waist shattered, and the trigger technique was activated.

Almost at the same time, a breath of dark negative energy roared out along with Milim's roar, and the black cloud slammed heavily into the magic ball on Emiya's body one after another.

Otiluk's bouncy orb, a permanent spell in Emiya Trigger, once again saved his life.

If he were to take a direct hit from the Dark Dragon's Breath, he would probably lose his combat effectiveness immediately.

Silver and Sig were petite, and the two girls were just able to hide behind the coverage of the elastic ball, but Mars and Elaster were not so lucky.

The dark breath passed through the cover of the elastic ball and surged away silently and resolutely like an iceberg.

The terrain here was too narrow, leaving them no room to dodge. Emiya relied on this terrain to protect Yin and Sig, but for the same reason, Mars and Elaster had nowhere to hide and were about to be completely swallowed by the dragon's breath.

At this moment, the cloaks behind the two priests disappeared silently into the air, and transparent shadows came to life, instantly passing through their bodies and blocking the two of them.

What's even more amazing is that the shadows cast by the Shadow Sand seem to have some special resistance to the Breath of Darkness - the Breath of Darkness, which can instantly turn the living into withered corpses, is extremely weak when it comes to corroding shadows. The breath of an adult ghost dragon actually held out against the shadows for a long time, until its strength was almost exhausted, and finally it completely submerged the shadows of Baal's incarnation and Star Song.

By the time the dragon's breath hit Mars and Elaster, the negative energy could only make them shiver.

——Although Xingyong was not satisfied with her appearance, she glared at Milim coldly before completely disappearing into the darkness.

The shadows created by the Shadow Sand Cloak have no real life or death - even if they are destroyed, they will only take a certain amount of time to recover.

However, Milim’s killing intent today was shockingly strong.

After a moment's thought, Emiya understood where the murderous intent came from.

The great wizard who had kept her trapped in the world for a thousand years had transformed into a lich and was taken in by Larloch.

Then her only possibility of being saved is to die for Larok - no one else can save her.

Even if there was one, that person wouldn’t be able to convince Milim to give up the hope that was within reach and pursue an illusory possibility.

Even her coffin may have been taken away by Larok.

In this case, there is no way out for everyone.

After thinking this through, a rare murderous look flashed in Emilia's eyes.

“…Elastrid, Mars, Milim is in your hands!” he shouted in his mind.

[Silver, cancel the Disintegration spell I just prepared and prepare the Scattering spell.]

[Sieg, if a shadow spirit appears later, use the command: Silence immediately, even if it's an illusion!]

Priests and paladins are the professions in this world that are best at dealing with undead creatures, and paladins are even more specialized in killing the elite among undead creatures.

As for Scatter? He now had an idea. Scatter might be the best lead.

And Sig was responsible for a last-ditch resistance.

No matter how you look at it, this battle is a trap.

But is there any safe place inside or outside Candlekeep now?

He had just felt the earth-shaking magical power burst from the sky, which almost penetrated his limbs and bones. The fighting inside and outside Candle Castle was probably in full swing.

The battlefield was everywhere now. It made no difference whether they left or went, or where they went—and at least they knew who they were facing and had a rough idea of ​​the surrounding terrain. If they forced their way out using teleportation, they might be surrounded by a dozen liches upon landing—and then, they would truly be dead without a burial place.

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“…Dragon roar?”

Milim's cry caused the shadow spirits on the other side of the wall to look at each other in confusion.

Halffont paused his spellcasting and asked, "Did the Lich King tell you he would send reinforcements?"

The Shadow Spirits had already split up, and a priest from the same team as Haffont replied, "No, it's just that our actions were reported in advance. However, Larloch's actions were not reported to us."

The shadow spirits are nominally only subordinates of the Ghost City and do not have much say.

But even so, it is still a bit strange that they were going to send reinforcements without even informing us.

Haverfont was silent for a moment, then snorted coldly: "Gwei, move slowly. That ghost dragon named Milim might actually be coming for us."

[Huh? At us? Why?] Her fellow tribesmen asked in astonishment.

"Larlok's reputation is so great that even I've heard of it from my teacher!" Halffont shouted over the telepathic link. "He commands more liches than our entire tribe has combatants! Such a monster wouldn't cooperate willingly. He probably wants us to perish with Emya and the others underground, just as a legitimate cause."

[Fuck, that skeleton, his brains are all dried up, but he's still full of evil intentions!] Gewei was obviously not a smart and capable person, and almost subconsciously asked, [What should we do then?]

[…Control the intensity of the battle.] Haffont pondered for a moment. [Observe the strength of Emiya's group, then execute the plan. If they are killed or repelled by the ghost dragon, we will retreat immediately. If they are seriously injured by the ghost dragon and ultimately win a tragic victory, we will immediately gather and prepare to attack. If the ghost dragon is easily slaughtered, then we should not fight too aggressively and be ready to retreat at any time.]

【you mean……? 】

"Once the blood has flowed out, it cannot flow back—so be careful, observe first, and test first." Haffont replied.

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After just a few rounds, Emiya and the others became extremely embarrassed and exhausted.

Dragon slaying is a familiar term in Faerûn. The number of people who have faced dragons in every era is likely in the triple or even quadruple digits.

But killing the ghost dragon went from being a tavern topic to a horror story that could stop a child from crying.

A showdown with a ghostly dragon in a cramped crypt?

This story usually appears on epitaphs.

Mars had once defeated Milim. But now, it seemed that the Milim he had defeated was merely an illusion conjured by Kelemvor's power. She couldn't compare to the real Milim's agility.

For several minutes, they were left tumbling on the ground. Mars's repeated attempts to control Milim ended in her punches slamming against the rocks. The disintegration technique he used to destroy Milim became a mere excavation, giving the team a little more room to maneuver.

For a long time, their team's means of dealing with such large-scale attacks has been an indestructible force field wall. However, this long-reliable method finally met its match today.

Milim can even teleport through space, even though she's not very big, walking through rocks.

If they were on open ground, they could still rely on aerial maneuverability to create distance. Now, rather than slaying a dragon, they were engaging in the most brutal game of whack-a-mole.

As long as the attack misses, the ghost dragon's death breath will immediately cover the sky and the sun.

He mentally checked Haverfont's location again.

She barely moved, remaining motionless.

——This is the only good news now.

They were actually not from the same faction. Otherwise, Haverfont would have no reason to miss this opportunity to kick someone when they were down.

But now, just Milim is enough to make Emilia extremely anxious.

[Emiya, it's almost time, and you need treatment too.]

Yin, who was usually unhurried, was now unusually disheveled. Her robes had been corroded by the undead dragon's breath and were now withered and tattered. She cried out in her heart.

Emiya glanced to the side.

The heavy artillery he had just made was now standing quietly beside the force field wall.

On the side of the barrel, the fuse had burned out and sparks had already burned into the barrel.

Under these circumstances, the shell should have been fired long ago, but several minutes had passed and the heavy artillery remained motionless.

Emiya gritted her teeth and raised her left hand.

His left arm, which had been quite strong before, was now as withered as a lich's arm, and as dry as a dead branch.

It would be more accurate to say that he used his remaining upper arm to pull his left hand up rather than raising it.

The mage can deal with bombardments from various elements, but he is powerless against the ecliptic force of negative energy.

His triggering technique was used to resist the first dragon's breath, and when he was hit the second time, he almost lost half of his body.

If he is hit by the dragon's breath again, he will die here.

If the leg was hit, he would probably have to let Yin lead the entire team to evacuate.

But now, it is not time to escape.

What's even more interesting is that after Milim successfully hit him once, she slowed down her attack rhythm and even fell into an eerie silence for a while, as if Milim had left the battlefield.

But in Emilia's view, this is precisely a trap.

The entire team remained on high alert, and Milim's attack was not without risk. Milim's breath was certainly a threat, but if she relaxed even for a moment, a blow from the holy sword or mace could kill her instantly.

Although Milim looked quite eager to fight, she also seemed to feel pain and definitely did not want to experience the pain of being chopped to pieces by the Holy Slash.

In this situation, if Alestria couldn't help but come over to heal him, the two of them would have to bathe in the dragon's breath together.

The elf lady observed her surroundings, wary of Milim's attack, and looked at him anxiously: [Emiya...is she really okay?]

How could it be okay?

Emiya was certain that her left arm was broken. A mage's spellcasting required both hands.

In other words, seven or eight out of ten of the spells he could cast now had been eliminated.

The good news was that his serious injury must have made Milim relax her guard. It had been a while, and the heart-wrenching pain had become accustomed to her mind.

This is enough.

Emilia exhaled cold air from between her lips and teeth, chanting a spell with a trembling voice, while saying in her heart: […Alestria, please come and help me heal.]

Hearing this, Elaster rushed to Emilia's side almost like flying, while Emilia lowered her head weakly.

That should be enough.

Even this isn't entirely acting.

He felt as if his left arm had become a black hole, and his vitality was being continuously devoured by the wound.

At the moment when Elastrid's breath reached his mouth and nose, Emilia said with heavy eyelids: [...Elastrid, advanced restoration technique.]

[Advanced Restoration Technique!? Are you serious?]

Advanced Restoration is a spell that eliminates negative states, rather than a narrow-sense healing spell.

In this situation, the greatest effect of this spell is to restore the ability of Emilia, who is like a candle in the wind, to cast spells.

Emiya didn't answer her, but gave her a determined look.

Elaster bit her lip and knelt in front of him so as not to block Emilia's view.

Milim was cautious.

Even at the beginning of Alestria's prayer, she remained motionless, as if she had already left the battlefield. It was not until Alestria's prayer was about to end that a faint green shadow finally emerged from the rock wall.

"......!" Emilia's eyes, which had been closed, opened instantly.

Alestria's divine spell had not yet ended, but his arcane spell had already been completed, but was firmly trapped by his mind at the moment before the firing.

And this was the moment he had been waiting for with his injured body.

"...scattering technique."

Just before the dragon's breath was about to burst out, the invisible air like a cage bound Milim inside the rock.

Scatter has only one effect: it teleports the target within the line of sight to another nearby location.

In other words, it is a spell that rearranges the battlefield.

And this is exactly the effect Emilia wants.

Milim disappeared.

And the place where she appeared again was in front of the black muzzle of the heavy artillery.

【silver!!!】

Emiya used all her strength to issue the most urgent command in her heart.

Almost at the same time when the mind connection was transmitted, the time that had been locked in the heavy artillery suddenly began to flow.

The spark fell into the dense gunpowder, and all the propellant was completely burned in an instant, releasing a huge amount of gas. The pressure caused by the surging air pressure was instantly transmitted to the shell.

It was a cylindrical object made of strange metal with a conical warhead, a prototype made by Emiya in preparation for war.