Equipment Printing School Mage
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Looking into Shar's eyes, one will fall for her charm.
To listen to Shar's song is to succumb to her will.
Kiss Shar's lips and you will become her captive.
Shar is the goddess of darkness and deceit, so the power she incarnates does not tend to overwhelm people with absolute force, but rather tends to confuse and seduce.
——Because of this, the consequences of defeat at Shar's hands are far more serious than being killed.
If Metatron's will shows even the slightest flaw, the next time she regains her self will probably be when she personally beheads her own students.
The moment she saw those eyes, Metatron felt an immeasurable spiritual torrent roaring towards her.
...Shame on you, Metatron thought to himself.
Eighth-ring arcane, mental barrier.
Both mages and priests are extremely powerful spellcasting professions. They each have their own strengths, but each of them inevitably has some omissions in their abilities.
Mind Barrier can block almost all spells that affect the mind, which is the priest's shortcoming.
Even though she was a servant of the Seraph God and possessed a willpower far superior to that of mortals, she did not dare to say that she could resist every temptation of Shar.
However, she doesn't have to worry about Shar seeing through her true identity now.
——Now, all the arcane arts of Metatron have been specially adjusted by a girl called Silver by Emilia, who spent some time to adjust them. The aura emitted by them is completely different from the common form, enough to deceive the incarnation of the god who did not deliberately explore.
This is crucial - Shar's incarnation is only specialized in charming people, but that doesn't mean that his other abilities are weaker than Metatron's. As long as Shar realizes that Metatron is practicing arcane skills and changes his tactics, Metatron will immediately be in a difficult fight.
Metatron pretended to twist his face, then shook his wings behind him, and the giant sword in his hand flew out, roaring and slashing towards the pair of purple eyes.
To Metatron's surprise, this tentative suppression attack was unexpectedly successful.
The giant sword danced in the sky, drawing a graceful arc, and in an instant it was close to the eyes.
——Except the last step.
At the last moment when the giant sword was about to chop off those beautiful eyes, the true appearance of the owner of those eyes and eyebrows emerged silently from the darkness.
She was a tall woman with fair skin. She looked very heroic. Although she was wearing a robe, her body was full of indescribable dynamism.
——That is the body of the third generation magic goddess Midnight.
The greatsword slashed through, blood gushing out with incredible realism, as if Metatron's sword had truly split midnight in two. However, the tumbling pieces of flesh twisted into a mottled phantom midway, annihilating into the darkness.
“…It’s really neat and tidy.”
Just as the giant sword shattered the virtual midnight and the pair of purple eyes, Shar's voice rang quietly in Metatron's ears: "Meta, after being shocked to discover that you had actually arrived in the material plane, I have been wondering the same thing."
"Why did you choose to appear in the material plane at this point in time, after the deaths of the two subsequent goddesses of magic?"
Yes, everyone who knows Metatron will want to ask this question after realizing her appearance.
Resurrecting Mystril? She should have started this as early as the Year of Troubles. At the latest, she should have started taking action after Midnight's death in the Year of Blue Fire.
Now, Midnight has been dead for a hundred years, and she just appeared...why?
Metatron replied, but she immediately swung the massive sword, as huge as a roof beam, into a whirlwind of steel. "Why don't you ask yourself? Why did you suddenly show up now?"
This was naturally sophistry - Shar had delayed appearing until now because she was severely injured by Midnight's fatal blow before her death, and it took her nearly a hundred years of recuperation before she finally recovered... After losing the Shadow Demon Net, she was not even the same as before.
However, this is obviously not Metatron's reason.
"It seems you've experienced a lot over the years—I thought you would refute me righteously and then launch an even more furious attack." Shar paused and asked meaningfully, "When did you learn sarcasm? And from whom did you learn it?"
"What have you been doing all these years?"
This time, Metatron really didn't dare to answer.
A certain red-haired wizard who seemed to be very strict in his work actually did a lot of harm to others.
On the surface, he and Metatron had similar personalities, but their speaking styles were too different. It just so happened that the red-robed wizard's speaking style, a mixture of bluntness and sarcasm, was too advantageous in bickering, and Metatron had been greatly affected by their daily interactions over the years.
At this moment, a voice that Metatron was very familiar with, yet extremely weak, suddenly rang in her ears: "...Teacher."
Lunia's Emiya was standing beside her, but her eyes were not like Emiya's, which seemed to be golden amber that had been silent for a thousand years. Instead, they emitted a wonderful dark purple light.
Metatron's body froze, and the giant sword he was swinging towards the fake Emilia slowed down for a moment.
There was no gap in her sword, but there was in her heart—or so it seemed.
Therefore, the sword could no longer be swung.
The flood of divine power instantly came from
Metatron met Shar's eyes again, and the sword finally stopped before it was about to shatter Emya.
Finally, Shar chuckled softly, and her voice echoed again from behind Metatron: "—What a pity, Metatron. I thought we had to have a passionate kiss before you would willingly submit. You've only just taught an apprentice, and he's become your weakness?"
The Dark Goddess gracefully floated from behind Metatron to his front. She stroked his cheek with her fingers and said, "Are Mystril's followers really that simple? I doubt it. So, Metatron, prove yourself."
"I really don't like your white wings."
A cruel smile appeared on Shar's face. "Tear them apart—with your own hands. Then, I will take you to see him."
Sixty-two Dark Embrace (Part 2) (9000)
Above Candlekeep, the City of Ghosts has been silent for quite some time.
Larloch's undead army has already squeezed out most of Candlekeep's regular defensive forces, but the Ghost City, which took the lead, has not made any further moves since its appearance.
The reason was simple—except for the Shadow Spirit Tribe where Haverfonte was, the entire city now had to be fully mobilized to deal with the uninvited guest who broke into the city unscrupulously.
Apodel Adrian.
This name had been circulating in Faerûn since the beginning of Shade City in 1372 AD. As part of the internal strife among the Sons of Bhaal, Apodael's brothers and sisters fabricated countless rumors about him, attempting to suppress the paladin's reputation. Although those Sons of Bhaal ultimately fell to Cassomir's blade, Apodael's fame only fueled the spread of these rumors.
The place where the Ghost City appeared was far away in Eonok, thousands of kilometers away from the Sword Coast. When the news reached the Ghost City, it had already become bizarre.
Rivaren Tantur wiped the sweat from his forehead.
They had heard of this name, but didn't really care much about it.
Every year, new heroes emerge in Faerun. Countless people rise to fame and then become ordinary people, becoming one of the countless people in Faerun.
But now, Apodale is proving that he is definitely not one of those people.
The Lord of the Ghost City, Tantamut Tantur, has more than a dozen sons, all of whom are powerful professionals, and they are also the most respected princes of the Ghost City under the city lord.
Warriors, mages, priests—all are involved.
Among them, the one with the highest status is the second prince, Rivaren Tantur.
On the one hand, it was because he was strong enough. On the other hand——
This Rivaren Tantur is none other than the most high-ranking priest of Shar above Faerun.
However, Pastor Shar felt that breathing became difficult.
The Paladin's attack was undisguised and went straight into the middle gate, which was within their expectations.
But the paladin ignored all of the City of Ghost's defensive spells. No matter how the magic web roared, it could only be eliminated within a few meters of him - this was far beyond their expectations.
Of the twelve princes, four had already fallen by Apodel's sword.
Among his brothers, some might have been as skilled with a sword as Apodel. But before the Holy Avenger, their former arrogance had become retribution, leaving their weapons and armor vulnerable to Apodel. Two of the four were chopped to pieces by Apodel, armor and all.
Tall, brave, cautious, cunning, resourceful—
These labels that once existed on them were transformed into pools of scarlet blood in front of the sharp blades and force fields of the Holy Avengers.
Soon, the troops of Shade City that were originally prepared to invade Candlekeep had to turn around and try to stop the paladin from continuing to advance towards the center of the city.
Then, within just a few minutes, the name Apodel Adrian had become the number one nightmare of Ghost City.
Fortunately, the turning point finally came.
Endless darkness also descended upon the City of Ghosts.
Both the ghost man and Apodel Adrian lost their sight at the same moment.
And the Holy Avenger, who had always been shining brightly, lost its luster for the first time.
This scene was beyond the expectations of everyone present: the ghosts had seen this scene before, but they did not know that the goddess would actually display her divine power on this battlefield.
——But no matter what, their reaction was much faster than Apodel’s.
The Tantur brothers had naturally already established a mental connection, so Rivaren almost immediately shouted, "Desed! Quick!"
This is an extremely precious opportunity!
The essential principle of the Holy Avenger is closer to a magic-removing generator that is constantly roaring towards the outside world.
Therefore, the stronger the user, the more obvious the suppression effect on external magic items and spells.
If you want to suppress Apodel, the method is actually very simple: just be stronger than Apodel.
This is also the reason why the twelve princes of Tantur did not take Apodel seriously at the beginning: they did not think that they were weaker than a holy knight who had lost his church and was like a stray dog.
By the time they realized something was wrong, one third of their brothers had already been killed.
However, dispel magic, a versatile and powerful spell, does have weaknesses.
It can prevent certain spells from being cast successfully, but some spells that have already been cast will not be affected by dispel magic. The Holy Avenger also has this weakness.
Specifically, there are only a few of the most common spells that appear in this scene.
Before darkness fell, Desed Tantur's preparations were indeed nearing completion.
The necromancer snorted coldly in his heart.
Even in the darkness, the prince of Ghost City completed the spell with incredible success.
Force field prison.
Yin, who was just beneath the ground, had originally planned to use this spell to kill the attacking Shadow Spirit Team.
The magic unfolded, and a transparent and invisible force field firmly sealed Apodel inside. At the same time, the area of this force field was a circle larger than the effect of the Holy Avenger, thus successfully avoiding the suppression of the Holy Sword. However,
Now, the Holy Avenger can no longer break through the wall of the force field.
The unbreakable force field finally succeeded in binding the reckless holy warrior inside it.
However, facing the solid force field prison, even though it was pitch dark, Apodel began to chant the spell in an orderly manner, even too skillfully.
He had experienced being besieged so many times that he had become numb to it. Not to mention being terrified, he didn't even feel surprised.
There are two types of forcefield prisons – traditional prisons, which use forcefield bars to separate the inside and outside, or real walls that completely seal the target within.
"...No! Interrupt him! Interrupt him!"
All the ghosts present realized that something was wrong, and the prince of Ghost City who had just cast a spell to imprison Apodel immediately began to call for support.
The force field prison is strong enough, but there are some gaps in the force field fence.
Attacking the enemy inside the force field prison through this gap is an extremely difficult task, not something that ordinary people can do.
Fortunately, the City of Ghosts absorbed a tribe of shadow spirits, and this tribe has monopolized the position of archers in the City of Ghosts.
Most of the tribe's main forces had already gone out to rescue Chief Haffont, but that didn't mean no one remained. Those remaining shadow spirits had been forcibly moved to the edge of the battlefield by those commanding the siege.
The shadow spirits had to listen - because the scale of this siege was rapidly upgraded several times in an extremely short period of time.
Desed Tantur's wish was swiftly carried out. The shadow spirits who had just arrived at the battlefield did not hesitate and immediately launched a torrential rain of arrows into the narrow cage.
The gaps in the prison weren't wide, but they were wide enough for the Shadow Spirit's arrows to pass through. Even though the Shadow Spirit couldn't aim in the absolute darkness from dozens of meters away, as long as there was a rough defense, they could still land their arrows within a certain range.
However, even though Apodel was chanting the spell loudly, the protective golden light on his body did not disappear. Under the protection of the spell, the arrows galloping in the sky suddenly changed direction for no reason before piercing Apodel's body, crackling into the stone floor of the Ghost City.
"Any door."
Using magic to escape the force field prison required enduring mental stress. Unfortunately, for Apodel, this mental stress was not a threat. Even if he tried twenty more times, he would not fail.
The next second, Apodel appeared outside the force field prison, and his target of teleportation was the location of the mage who had successfully bound him in his memory.
Even though he couldn't see with his eyes, he still wielded the holy sword with great skill.
When Emiya crafted the Holy Avenger, he clearly drew inspiration from the Cassomir. Apodel instantly became familiar with the weapon. Within a few days, he was wielding the brand new Holy Avenger with ease.
Wherever he passed, the mountains of protective spells on the mages were shattered like paper by the sword, and even the majestic black robe of the archmage on Desed's body disappeared silently.
The two ivory statues on Desed's body shattered almost at the same time, but the surging magic power suddenly stagnated when it collided head-on with the Holy Avenger's force field.
Apodel was absolutely certain that his holy sword had struck its target.
However, the resistance coming from the weapon was very strange.
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