The consequences of betraying Shar were, of course, dire.

However, Shar is no more terrifying than death.

They fought for Shar not just for the promise of death. Not fearing casualties and not fearing total annihilation are two different things.

Haverfont has come to understand the way this group of people behave.

In the most vulgar terms, the personality style of this group of people can be summed up in one sentence: Don't be shameless when given the chance.

If Shadow Spirit dared not surrender, she had no doubt that the holy warrior with murderous eyes would really start beheading his companions one by one.

"...Yin, I don't know what you did, but the effect is obvious." Emiya held the Holy Avenger tightly, making sure that Haffont had no room for resistance. Then she said in her heart, "Haffont has surrendered."

The next second, two slender figures came through the portal and came to this side.

However, Emiya was stunned for a moment.

Beside Yin was a black-haired girl of similar build. Her eyes and eyebrows were curved, and she wore Xige's strange long gown. However, even though she was nearly thirty centimeters taller than Xige, the gown, which usually dragged on the ground, naturally seemed much more fitted.

Then he heard Sig say: [What! Lord Yin and I have combined our blood-boiling noise spells. Let's see who dares to say I'm not putting in enough effort!]

As she spoke, the black-haired girl tilted her head.

[Huh? Emiya? You've gotten shorter? Elastrid and Mars are shorter too...]

Halfway through the mind connection, Sig's connection was suddenly severed.

The expression on the black-haired girl's face froze, and silently changed from elation to horror.

Emiya pointed to the top of her head expressionlessly, then to her ears.

Now, within a few minutes, Sig had grown nearly thirty centimeters taller—and there was something more noticeable. Her pointed, dwarf-like ears had disappeared. She now looked like a truly beautiful human girl.

With an awkward smile on her face, she took a few steps back, then suddenly grabbed Miss Yin's shoulders and shook them violently: [I... I grew taller?! How come I'm still taller after I transformed back?! Why didn't you remind me?]

Yin replied nonchalantly, "You should have grown taller a long time ago. It was that blue ribbon that temporarily suppressed the growth of your human form... As for the reminder... you didn't ask me to remind you."

Sixty tides ebb and flow

Emilia really wanted to grab Sig's ears and force her to tell her more, but this was not the right occasion.

He confirmed once again that the Holy Avenger was still in his hand.

But the remaining time will not be long, only a few minutes at most.

Things between them and Haverfont had to be resolved.

Emiya would not consider killing the prisoners, but if they had no way to eliminate the prisoners' ability to resist, it would be really troublesome.

[I'll settle the score with you after Candlekeep is over——]

Emiya couldn't help but look at Sig's face again.

Originally, Sig's appearance was actually a bit strange - to be more precise, her face was not the typical appearance of a dwarf.

The so-called strangeness refers to a dwarf with cute cheeks that are extremely in line with human aesthetics - this is somewhat indescribable.

However, the disguise of this guy's pointed ears has been peeled off, and the greedy poet lady is now a real rare beauty.

Even after her height suddenly increased by 30 centimeters, she has officially transformed from a petite and cute little girl to a stunning beauty.

——Although in terms of beauty alone, it cannot be compared with silver.

Emiya was silent for a moment, then pointed at Halffont: "...In three minutes, the effect of the Weapon Divide will end. By then, I won't be able to suppress Halffont. If you can't completely eliminate their hostility, then we'll have no choice but to stay here and watch over these shadow spirits, unable to participate in the battle on the surface."

He spoke meaningfully, "We received a massive reward in Baldur's Gate because we made a significant contribution that turned the tide of the war. If we were to be dragged down by Halffont this time, we'd likely be left with the same rewards as ordinary adventurers, with the team receiving a maximum of tens of thousands of gold coins... or perhaps even less, perhaps only a few thousand."

[Thousands of gold coins!? That's a lot to pay a beggar! ! !] Sig's eyes were darting around, obviously trying to figure out how to get away with it. When he heard the reward figure, he almost jumped up.

"A normal adventurer would be well rewarded with this amount," Emiya replied. "Now, if we simply subdue the Shadow Spirit, we'll be lost in the crowd, completely different from the battles at Baldur's Gate and Elturgard."

Then he simply placed his free hand on the pulse and began counting.

[Hiss——] Seeing this scene, Xige's hair stood on end.

Emiya was serious.

Killing those who have surrendered but may rebel will of course make Mars break his oath on the spot. Emilia would never choose this method, and it would be too much anyway, and Sig himself could not accept it.

However, leaving the battlefield just to look after these shadow spirits was definitely not what Sig wanted to see.

This is the time to put all your life's learning into practice.

What if I succeed?

"You've concealed such a serious matter before, so I'll let it go." Emiya glared at her. "No extra compensation—still 20%."

But for Sig, who had already taken away the right to distribute the spoils from Yin, that was a fucking 40% of the spoils!

Her money!!!

If you earn less, you lose money!!!

If she had known not to take the share of the spoils from Yin, her heart wouldn't be bleeding like a flood.

Elastrid naturally maintained her Silence spell, so Sig could only say: [Now that things have come to this, there's nothing more to say... Help me connect with the mind.]

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"...The distance between the undead army and the castle is only two kilometers!"

A Gond man who had been using a telescope shouted loudly from the top of the city wall.

The sound of bones colliding became clearer and clearer. The vanguard had already entered the range of the heavy artillery, and now the guards on the tower of Candle Castle could not even see the end of the army.

The terrain of Candlekeep is extremely dangerous: it is backed by cliffs on almost three sides, and there is only one road called Lion's Pass leading to Candlekeep.

In a fantasy world, the biggest weakness of this terrain, the supply problem, can be easily solved by the large number of priests in the castle.

Ultimately, Candlekeep is effectively an impenetrable city that is impossible to capture by conventional means.

However, they now faced the most unconventional enemy in Faerun.

The undead creatures a few kilometers away are enough to flood a city, but the group of liches that still maintain a distance of about one kilometer are the real threat.

Now, the entire city was filled with smoke, and countless priests were breathing heavily from exhaustion.

The elite undead creatures brought by the liches have been repelled.

Now, the city walls that were originally almost spotless were covered with glittering vampire ashes and ghost dust. If there were not even a trace of breeze above Candle Castle, the city walls would have been covered in dust.

However, even after repelling one group, there was still another group.

By now, the priests' power to dispel the undead had almost been exhausted. However, the battle for Candlekeep had just begun.

Stars of green phosphorus burned in their eye sockets, surrounding Candle Castle. From a distance, it looked like layers of aurora at the poles.

Not to mention, the Ghost City is still hanging upside down in the sky at this moment.

Faced with this serious situation, the people of Gond on top of the city wall couldn't help but look at the same person.

While he is the leader of this section of the city wall, he also has an extremely special identity.

He had red hair and a tall figure. Even though he was wearing the most ordinary wizard robes, he still looked very heroic. However, he had almost no magical items on him, only a space item tied around his waist, which was a bit too simple for a wizard.

He is the very image of Emilia of Lunya.

Simulacrum, a seventh-level spell, requires considerable resources and time to create a true clone.

It's just that this body is slightly weaker than the original body, and there is no telepathic connection between it and the original body. They are simply two unconnected bodies.

However, other than that, the personality, memory, talents, and even the prepared spells are exactly the same, and they will indeed obey the original body's instructions unconditionally.

It can be said that even if Lunya's Emiya herself were here, she would not be able to do better than the simulacrum - in fact, because the simulacrum clone does not worry about being injured or killed, it can often burst out with more astonishing combat power in a short period of time.

Therefore, it was almost natural for the simulacrum to gain command of this defense zone.

But now, the defenses on the walls of Candlekeep were almost paralyzed - because the most critical link was missing from the very beginning in their pre-planned battle plan.

Team Emia, who had only gone to the prison temporarily to change guard, was suddenly plunged into the ground by an earthquake, causing the already shaky Candlekeep defense to suffer another heavy blow.

At the moment, the liches remained on the sidelines, showing no intention of taking action. However, most of Candlekeep's top combat power had already been drawn in: Apodel had flown into Shade City, the Holy Avengers were already engaged in a round-the-world dance within the ancient city of Netheril, and Metatron was watching from the sky—Sha'r's forces were poised to be dealt with by these two.

But this is not enough. The remaining enemies alone are enough to make Candle Castle like a candle in the wind.

The card they used to test Candlekeep was the army of undead creatures that were heading towards Candlekeep.

Although it was a preliminary expedition, it was enough to overwhelm the current defenses of Candlekeep. Emya's simulacrum had to consider adding the special shells originally prepared for the lich to its chamber.

This was probably Larloch's goal. They might not know Candlekeep's trump card, but they could force it to use it in advance.

Now, although Emil's body is not in danger of life, he is unable to free his hands and return to the surface in a short time, so he can only use the backup plan.

...We can't wait any longer.

The simulacrum shook its head and shouted through the telepathic link: [Half-salvo mode! Team Two, first calibration point! Mark the attack direction with tracer bullets, use blooming holy bullets! I am about to release Mirage!]

The people of Gond on the city walls had been waiting for this order for a long time.

Almost at the moment the command was given through the mind connection, the entire city wall came into action.

The people of Gond once again estimated the distance to the distant enemy, consulted the firing table, poured gunpowder, and then placed dark metal balls from their personal space items into the barrel of the gun, letting the flame begin to burn on the fuse.

The Gondians who arrived at Candlekeep were veterans of firearms, their procedures flowing smoothly. Furthermore, the adjustments Emya suggested were methods proven on another planet. Far from restricting the Gondians, these methods only made their artillery more accessible.

——In fact, this was the first time that they had truly played their role since they learned about the path of smoke-generating drugs.

For a long time, they have been the frustrated part of the people of Gond.

Of course, this is not so uncommon among the people of Gond - there are a large number of artisan priests who consider themselves talented, but when they produce results, their skills and hard work are only recognized by their peers.

The people of Gond, who made firearms, were even more special: they did so not because their creations were useless, but because their creations were too useful.

As a result, only a very small number of Gond people are allowed to equip and use firearms.

In other words, they are just like their colleagues who invented the printing press. If they don't give up their efforts, they may never see their creation recognized by the outside world in their lifetime.

——However, seeing the sparks hissing on the fuse, the people of Gond present all had the same feeling.

This is not just the sound of burning flames, but also the sound of the wheel of time rolling forward.

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"...Oh, the woodcutters of Gond finally can't sit still anymore." A lich sighed.

"It's beyond my expectation that they could wipe out hundreds of vampires without any casualties." Another lich beside him replied.

The liches naturally observed every change on the city walls. They didn't care about the casualties of their own men—in their eyes, vampires, the dominant undead creatures, were just high-level servants they could create at any time, more valuable than skeletons, but not nearly as valuable.

What surprised them was that Candlekeep destroyed the vampires and ghosts without suffering many casualties.

The firearms used by the Gond people were somewhat strange, and were unusually powerful when bombarding vampires and ghosts. Many vampires, after being hit by the Undead Exorcist, had just turned to flee when the Gond people shot them in the back and turned them to ashes.

Even if a few vampires claimed before their death that they had run into some barriers and were seriously injured, the results of the battle should not have been so exaggerated.

But it doesn’t matter. No one thought that they could capture Candlekeep with this attack.

Consumption and testing were the reasons why they ordered their subordinates to launch an attack.

At this moment, the situation above Candlekeep finally changed.

Silently, a small hill rose from the ground, connecting with the Ghost City from top to bottom, while the original Candle Castle disappeared into the interior of the mountain.

"...Mirage." The liches immediately came to the conclusion.

They can see through the seven-ring illusion.

——However, it was impossible for them to see through this illusion from a kilometer away, within the extreme range of the meteor explosion.

And what if you try to get within the range of True Seeing?

Before that, they would be within range of the Gond's muskets.

Although liches are stronger than vampires, their bodies are not much stronger. The people of Gond can kill vampires as easily as killing chickens, so their weapons are equally deadly to liches.

Not to mention, that giant black iron pipe seemed to be aimed at them.

Now, they are blind.

At this moment, streaks of platinum light flew out from the mountain and landed on the ground in the distance.

"...Tracer?" This inexplicable spell naturally baffled the liches. However, the next second, earth-shattering thunder resounded across the bay. Dozens of transparent, pale-glowing metal cones suddenly flew out from the mountain amidst the noise.

The metal ball, which was faster than an arrow, spun at high speed in the air with sparks, and landed in the middle of the skeleton army with an accuracy that left the lich dumbfounded.

At the moment when the shell fell into the gray army, the burning sparks on it finally penetrated into the interior of the shell.

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