Equipment Printing School Mage
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The Holy Avenger seemed to be cutting human flesh and bones, but from the tactile feedback, the enemy's body was far tougher than the flesh and blood of a well-trained human warrior.
——It was as if the flesh and blood of dozens of people were fully sewn together and layered together with magic.
Flesh golem.
Apodale came to the conclusion instantly.
The basic material for this golem, like the necromancer's creation of undead creatures, requires humanoid corpses. It makes perfect sense for a necromancer, perhaps a thousand years old, to have a flesh golem at his side.
However, the Flesh Golem is one of the very few creatures that is completely unaffected by the Holy Avenger and the Anti-Magic Field.
Under normal circumstances, Apodel would have been forced to retreat when he was blocked by the flesh golem just one step away from the necromancer.
If he dared to tremble with the flesh golem, spells of conjuration and creation would rain down on him.
Unfortunately, during these few months, a blacksmith named Lunya from Emilia appeared in Faerun.
In the darkness, Apodel did not try to attack the flesh golem, but instead sank his shoulders slightly.
A flash of fire flashed from the belt around the paladin's waist.
The power of the fire giant poured into Apodel's body, and he rushed towards the flesh golem like a ferocious beast. The behemoth weighing several hundred kilograms was hit hard and was thrown several meters high with a hoarse and strange roar.
This allowed Desed to maintain the crucial few meters of distance between him and Apodel. Ultimately, Desed was unable to escape the Holy Avenger's suppression.
——Buzz.
Apodel turned his body without mercy and swung the huge sword sideways to chop down on his head like thunder. The sword fell from the right shoulder of Desed and fell to the lower left, leaving a deadly arc.
However, the touch is strange.
It doesn't look like human flesh and blood.
...Instead, it looked like he was slashing at a ball of elements.
——Unfortunately, it’s still useless.
Apodel silently poured divine power into the Holy Avenger, and the power of the Holy Slash was instantly poured into the sword.
With a dull thud, the Holy Avenger's radiant power erupted from Desed Tantur's body. With a shrill scream, Desed's head, the only part of him that hadn't yet completed its transformation into shadow, slowly rolled away from the enveloping shadows.
Apodel stretched out his great sword, lifted the head lightly on the sword's spine, and threw it far into the distance.
The fifth prince of Ghost City.
Apodel lightly shook the blade of the Holy Avenger, subconsciously trying to shake off the blood on the sword.
But this time, he only shook off some dark and strange dust.
Now, almost no one knows where each other is.
Apodel didn't know much about the City of Ghosts. Furthermore, the magic goddess Midnight was certain that she had completely destroyed Shar's Shadow Web before she died.
Given Shar's characteristic possessive nature, it's easy to imagine that a vast majority of Shade City's citizens are deeply entangled with the Shadow Weave. The Weave's collapse has completely deprived countless Chosen of Mystra of their fighting power, and the fate of Shar's people will be no better.
However, since he entered the city, he has witnessed the unique way of life in the Ghost City several times.
Among the enemies that appeared before Apodel, the most powerful ones were no longer made of flesh and blood. At first, only the palms or limbs were abandoned, and then part of the torso was lost.
And just now, Apodel killed another elegantly dressed wizard - perhaps in Ghost City, they still call him an arcane wizard?
Just when Apodel was about to shake off the pursuers from Ghost City and head straight for the center of Ghost City, two streams of sticky liquid slowly flowed down from the sky.
...the smell of blood?
Apodale looked up at the sky in astonishment.
Even if someone was injured, shouldn't blood fall from the sky?
As far as he knew, among the Candle Castle's garrison, there was only one person who chose to defend in the sky.
At this moment, the darkness somehow dissipated a little around Apodale, so that he could see two huge and blurry black shadows falling from the sky.
Later, when he saw the true appearance of the two objects, Apodel wished that the darkness around him had not dissipated.
——Those were a pair of beautiful wings that were over ten meters wide.
However, the wings were now covered in blood, and the ends of the wings were still connected to bones.
The wings of mortal creatures are not so strong and beautiful.
It wouldn't be so painful when it breaks.
These are the wings of the Seraphim.
It was not cut off by someone, but was torn off from the back by someone.
[…Ms. Metatron? Are you injured?]
Then, Metatron's slightly weak voice slowly floated from above to behind Apodel, saying, "I guess it's not an injury."
Tick, tick.
Blood spilled onto the floor tiles, making a continuous muffled sound.
The angel's faintly fluorescent blood trickled from Metatron's back, her robes stained bright red. The Slaughter Bow, which she always carried, was nowhere to be found. She could only laboriously prop her greatsword on the ground to maintain her balance.
The pair of wings behind him had disappeared without a trace.
Or rather, it was lying at her feet, covered in dust.
However, Metatron seemed to feel no pain. After taking a few heavy breaths, he stood up again.
She didn't look at anyone else, but looked directly at Apodel Adrian, taking a fighting stance.
Apodel fell silent, raised his holy sword, and asked, "...Miss Metatron, what are you doing?"
At the same moment he asked this question, a graceful figure in a black robe appeared quietly beside Apodel, accompanied by gusts of fragrant wind. "She has thought it through and is willing to give you, a great paladin, another solid stepping stone. That's all."
"What—" Apodel turned around almost subconsciously and slashed with his sword in the direction of the sound.
However, all he saw was a pair of seductive purple eyes.
These eyes, with their absolute will, filled Apodel's entire mind almost instantly, and he almost lost himself.
However, the next second, these eyes disappeared from his mind.
However, the fragrance did not dissipate. And just as the fragrance spread, the darkness also dissipated silently.
To be more precise, only the graceful figure of the beautiful woman was clearly visible in the darkness. Meanwhile, Apodel and Metatron, standing beside her, were also exposed to the view of almost the entire City of Ghosts.
At the same moment when this woman appeared, the ghosts who were originally rushing here looked at each other for a few seconds, and then immediately rushed to kneel on the ground, pressing their heads tightly to the ground like ostriches, and no one dared to raise their head.
The woman surveyed the darkness around her, her voice tinged with anger. "Apodel Adrian—the City of Ghosts certainly wasn't welcoming enough to you. But, it doesn't matter. I've found a formidable opponent for you."
Then, Shar glared at Metatron and said, "Come, my Seraph. You have completed my first task and torn off your own wings. Then, your second task is to kill Apodel Adrian. If you complete the second task, then prepare to attack Candlekeep with the Lich."
"——!" Even though Apodel Adrian was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end at this moment.
All the advantages he had when facing the ghost people would turn into complete disadvantages when facing the real Seraphim God Servant.
Unable to injure Metatron, the Holy Avengers could not suppress Metatron, and at the same time, he might not be able to defeat a Seraph in a simple hand-to-hand combat.
"You heard it all." Metatron panted a few times, but his eyes remained firm.
She raised the giant sword in her hand towards Apodel, "Take it."
"you--!"
Apodale understood.
Regardless of what Metatron intends to do, or whether he truly falls under Shar's control, one thing is certain.
Even Metatron could not defeat an incarnation of powerful divine power alone, at least not an incarnation of a god who was waiting for her.
She needed an opportunity to distract Shar.
Now, who has the chance to do that?
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I have no desire to fight. But there's nothing I can do.
Haverfont spoke sincerely: "For the sake of survival, we don't really care about Shade City—but we fear the Goddess's revenge. If we betray her, we will be hunted down with the most brutal brutality, a life worse than death. Furthermore, many of our people are still in Shade City. Our only reason for survival is unity, and I can't abandon them."
[Established with fear, maintained with threats. Fearing betrayal, tolerating hypocrisy, and indulging in violence.] Elastrid muttered softly, [A textbook example of evil church.]
"Then why did you enter in the first place?" Emilia asked.
"No, we were born into the church. It's just that the Shadow Spirits have always been excluded from the mainstream of Ghost City, so we huddled together for warmth." Halffont replied, "I defeated a prince on the evaluation day, and my sudden rise was beyond everyone's expectations. Before that, the tribe could only rely on others for support."
[…This is quite strange.] Sig frowned as he listened to the team's opinions and glanced at Haverfont's waist. [Speaking of which…we have a question that has been on our minds for a long time. You are already a Ninth Ring Mage, why have you never used Trigger?]
This problem was unexpectedly devastating to Haverfonte.
Her face, pale to the point of death, actually flushed with anger at this sentence: […I didn’t get the quota.]
[What quota?] Now, even Yin is interested.
[…Ivory quota!] This question seemed to have truly struck a chord with Haverfonte, and she couldn't help but curse silently through her Silence. [The ivory needed for the trigger spell was acquired by Shade City from the Material Plane a hundred years ago. It's always been rationed in Shade City. And for years, Shade City has been putting me off by my non-combat status, never getting this expensive consumable material! If I hadn't been forced into a corner, would I have researched Shadow Sand?]
A dignified Nine Rings Wizard, because the City of Ghosts had been stranded in the Shadowless Underworld for a hundred years, he couldn't even get the materials to trigger the spell.
Sig's eyes narrowed slightly.
——This negotiation went more smoothly than she had imagined.
However, just as she was about to give chase, the already dark cave suddenly lost its light without a sound, and the illumination their team had been maintaining vanished without a trace. This strange phenomenon immediately caused the shadow spirits, who had already been subdued, to become agitated.
[…Sha’s divine power.] Yin said in the telepathic connection, [If a god wishes to publicize his existence, he will naturally emphasize his own characteristics—and if Sha resolves to manifest, he will naturally strip the world of all light.]
Very rarely, when discussing this topic, Yin Yong did not adopt his usual detached and objective attitude.
She stood up unconsciously, her hands clasped together nervously. "Sha'er took action personally... She would rather use this opportunity to torture her favorite target than to help her subordinates... What is she doing?"
In any case, this shows that Shar may have put much more effort into this attack than expected.
"Don't show any anxiety at this moment," Sig said. "If you keep fidgeting at this moment, a magician like Havelfont, who's good at manipulating people, will definitely ask for more."
[I know!] Yin unconsciously pursed his lips, [But I can't help it...]
"..." Emilia hesitated for a moment, then said, "Shig, try direct bribery. Our time may be tighter than expected. Also, I just received news that the lich has retreated. And the city walls have destroyed almost all of the undead army... We'll have a very brief but invaluable period of free time."
The time window is very short
[…Ah.] Sig blinked and made a face at Emiya from behind Haverfont. [A small faction with a Nine-Ring Mage, just throwing money at it? What a bold choice, Mr. Emiya. Some things can't be rushed—at least, don't let your opponent know you're in a hurry.]
Emiya sighed silently and replied: [...I understand. I'll leave this matter entirely to you.]
Sig nodded with satisfaction, rolled his eyes, and suddenly laughed, patting Havelfont on the shoulder: "Miss Havelfont, when you saw Shar's divine power, your faces were filled with joy—do you think you have gained the upper hand?"
[…What do you want to say?] Haffanta hesitated for a moment before answering, [Do you think that Ms. Shar's move will put us at a disadvantage?]
"Of course." Sig replied calmly, "Don't act rashly, or it'll show you're incompetent." Have you ever played cards in the City of Ghosts? Whoever is forced to reveal their trump card first doesn't necessarily demonstrate superiority; it simply means they have no other choice. If the battle could be won solely by relying on subordinates, would Shar have needed to show up in person?
Sig tapped Haverfont's neck with ill intent. "If she expended her divine power to save you, then that's divine grace, and I have nothing to say. But now, this darkness is clearly just the aftermath of her divine power, indicating that other battlefields are even more devastated than here, forcing the gods to appear personally to save the situation."
Just like us in Elturgard before, the enemy's guardian god was as unmovable as a mountain, ignoring any disadvantages. But when their most capable general was captured alive by us, they finally gave up and were forced to reveal their trump card, revealing the color of their underwear. Haffont, from now on, it seems you're not the only one who's been defeated. The Evernight Goddess may not be able to spare you right now.
[This is just your speculation——] Haverfont couldn't help but retort.
"Then let me be more blunt." Sig's voice suddenly became more sympathetic. "--Miss Haverfont, do you know the importance of a Nine-Ring Mage in the material plane?"
"Not to mention the material plane, even in the City of Ghosts, my status is very high." Halffont snorted coldly, "The fact that our tribe has a say now is entirely because of me."
[——A high position where you can't even get the materials for Trigger?] Sig laughed loudly. [No matter which country, if a Ninth Ring Mage is willing to join, the reward is nothing short of extraordinary. Not to mention, you have a large number of elite archers under your command.]
[…How much can you give?] Haverfont hesitated for a moment and asked, [How much triggering materials can you buy?]
1500 gp is not a small amount. Sig estimated and decided to give a more conservative number: [Even if you don't include the number of people from your clan, it should be at least two.]
[…Two jeweled ivory statues every year?!]
Haverfont, who was still haggling with Sig, pricked up his ears when he heard the number. He almost jumped up, his face flushing red. "Are you serious? Do you dare to sign a document? Can you really afford this?"
【……what. 】
Sig was embarrassed to say that she had originally offered Haverfang a monthly salary of 3000 gold coins. As a full-time employee of a Ninth Ring Mage, the offer was really a bit too steep...
She had never expected that Shar's people were even more ruthless than her! How on earth did they exploit Havelfont on a daily basis to make her so ecstatic about a material quota worth several thousand gold coins?
Sig originally wanted to lower the price, but when he glanced at Yin, who was sitting there restlessly, he couldn't help but shake his head: "No, if you join now, 3000 gold coins per month, no one would refuse this price."
Thirty-six thousand gold coins a year for a ninth-ring mage—this contract is incredibly unscrupulous. This price usually only buys the mage a nominal consultant, allowing you to visit him for consultation and have a familiar face when you need help.
When she was serving as a guide and spy for Imoen in the outer city of Baldur's Gate, her monthly salary was 1000 gold coins!
A Nine-Ring Mage for 3000 gold coins a month? With his current savings alone, Xige could employ her for hundreds of years!
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