Equipment Printing School Mage

However, he had thought that this group of liches would encounter some obstacles, but he never expected that they would respond so quickly: the meteor explosion was released, and there was no attack. The top of Candle Castle should have been flattened.

Larok frowned - this was going too smoothly.

A special weapon that can destroy nearly a thousand skeletons with one shot should at least cause some damage to these self-important liches.

However, before Larok could review, a second round of short messages came towards Larok like a tide.

They were bombarded.

However, they did not come from Candlekeep, but from the side of Candlekeep, a few kilometers away.

No one knew how this round of bombardment found the lich's location, but one thing was certain: before the lich could react, the shells had already landed on their heads.

In an instant, seven liches were blown into two, and three times the number of liches were seriously injured by the shrapnel.

"You said you had already scouted all the areas near Candlekeep." Larloch said bluntly, "Now, I suddenly received a report that new enemies have appeared, and they are a large number of Gond people?"

This is a problem you should have solved long ago.

【You have seven minutes left.】

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The liches who received the communication felt that their throats, which had long been dry and even leaking, urgently needed some saliva to lubricate them.

Their king was furious, and they dared not report their discovery at this moment.

The lich formation surrounded Candle Castle, so the teams of liches closest to the sound of the artillery arrived in the sky near the sound of the artillery almost in an instant.

However, after an extremely cautious investigation, they could hardly believe their eyes.

There was nothing there but empty earth.

There are many illusions in this world that can turn something into nothing and nothing into something.

The problem is - if there is an open space with everything, we can launch an attack and kill or injure dozens of liches...

So is the Candle Fort they besieged for so long really the Candle Fort?

Sixty-five Moons Piercing the Clouds (Part 3)

The liches were forced to split into two groups and choose to attack the two Candlekeeps at the same time. The result was transmitted to the City of Ghosts through Larloch.

The Lord of the Ghost City, Tantamut, only felt that his shadow body had become extremely heavy at this moment.

"...An empty Candlekeep? A phantom constructed entirely of mirages?" Tantamut frowned. "Could a castle like that pose enough of a threat to the liches to draw them away?"

Moreover, he was able to trick dozens of Nine-Ring Mages with just illusions?

As far as he knew, even the most brilliant illusionist in Faerun a hundred years ago didn't have this ability. Most illusions were completely defenseless against True Seeing, and this was the illusionist's most fatal weakness.

Currently, the only way to resist true seeing is the shadow substance bestowed by the goddess.

...?

Thinking of this, Tantamut was stunned for a moment, and sent a message to the distance: "Gwei, where are you now? The war has already begun. Whether you have rescued Haverfont or not, you should report to me now. Did you succeed, or retreat in frustration?"

However, the text message that was supposed to be sent to the leader of the Shadow Spirit team fell into oblivion and no response was received.

This usually means that the target of the texting technique does not exist in this world.

Perhaps she had left the material plane, or perhaps she had reached the realm of the dead.

However, given the combat effectiveness of Candle Castle, it would be extremely difficult to have enough energy to wipe out the Shadow Spirit Squad without any resistance while defending with all their might.

But they really disappeared just like that.

Thinking of this, Tantamut had a very bad guess.

He hesitated for a moment and said in his heart, "My Lord, the difficulties Larloch encountered are somewhat... strange."

The next second, Shar's voice rang out in his mind: "—You still think that Haverfont is a threat to you."

"...I just have this guess."

The Goddess of Night was silent for a while and looked ahead.

In the current Ghost City, an entire area has been reduced to ruins by Apodel and Metatron.

The gladiatorial fight in the City of Ghosts is finally coming to an end.

——The winner is naturally the Seraphic Servant who remains unscathed from beginning to end.

Even though this Seraph had broken wings and could only walk on the ground, she easily suppressed Apodel Adrian.

With a crisp sound, the Holy Avenger was lifted high into the air and plunged into the ground. The giant azure sword was finally placed on Apodel's neck.

However, the angel didn't drag the paladin's neck off. Instead, he turned and asked, "Madam, are you going to kill him just like that? I think it's a bit radical to kill the Son of Baal. This is a good opportunity to seize Baal's power."

Shar didn't answer this question, but asked calmly: "Metatron, are you under my control?"

"......?" Metatron remained silent and did not answer the question.

After hearing this question and answer, Tantamut was shocked and stood up immediately.

If that Seraphim had never been controlled, then wouldn't they have been dancing on the edge of a knife all this time?

Shar said slowly, "At first, I did fall into ecstasy. But your behavior has always been ambiguous—it's entirely possible that you were pretending to be tamed, and you haven't even done any irreversible harm."

"Are you really being controlled? I won't use the result to find the cause, but in the end, I still found an inexplicable flaw."

Shar said coldly, "Ever since you were superficially under my control, you haven't sent any communication through the telepathic link. From beginning to end, you have been pursuing Apodale relentlessly without saying a word. In contrast, Mr. Apodale was chatting happily."

At that moment, the darkness in the City of Ghosts dissipated slightly, allowing Shar and Apodel's eyes to meet. "Although, noble Paladin, you probably thought he was talking to you from the beginning to the end."

The holy warrior was startled, and a gloomy look appeared on his face.

...Has he been kept in the dark from beginning to end?

At this moment, Metatron shook his head, took the giant sword from Apodel's neck, and turned around resolutely.

"Your acting is truly flawed." Shar scoffed. "I've thought about it. If even Mystril doesn't like you, then I probably won't be able to tolerate you either... Metatron, you're more suited to being a meat puppet for my amusement than a qualified and loyal subordinate."

Metatron replied, "It is precisely because you only recognize subordinates who obey your orders that you have been stuck in the same place for tens of thousands of years."

As soon as the Seraphim's words left her mouth, the shadows beside her suddenly came to life, transforming into countless sharp blades that instantly wrapped around her limbs.

Amidst the extremely brief yet chilling sounds of cutting and breaking, the limbs of the Seraphic Servant also disappeared.

After she suffered a fatal injury of this level, Metatron could no longer suppress the power in her body - blazing silver fire rushed out of her body, gathered and condensed from her wounds, and slowly transformed into a real body. At the same time, the darkness that had been lingering around Metatron was instantly dispelled by the silver fire.

However, these powers are still too little when facing the incarnation of God.

This was exactly what Shar had hoped to see. A flicker of joy crossed her face, and she transformed shadows into chains, piercing the angel and ultimately dangling him in mid-air. Nearby, Apodel was also indirectly impacted by the divine power. Already severely injured, he and his holy sword were buried in the rubble.

"--Sure enough, although I've always suspected it, it's only now confirmed." Shar said with a smile, "Someone like Mystril, who despises divine power, would naturally be extremely generous when creating her servants: she indeed gave you a large amount of silver fire. You did a good job, Metatron. For thousands and tens of thousands of years, you haven't set foot on the material plane, so even I knew nothing about it - I still don't know why you came to the material plane at this point in time?"

The Night Goddess snapped her fingers, and Apodel's downed Holy Avenger instantly turned to ash. Countless darkness collided with the silver flames, forcing them to burn even more fiercely and interrupting Metatron's healing process. Ultimately, Metatron transformed himself into a beacon that could be seen with incredible clarity from over ten kilometers away.

"Let me tell you some good news—" Shar raised his finger to his lips. "I once told your good student that if we launch an attack, we should use your silver fire as a signal. I really want to know what kind of expression will appear on his face when he happily rushes into the City of Ghosts."

The Lord of the Ghost City was silent for a moment, then said, "...My Lord, Ghost City will not allow a junior to set foot in it."

"Oh, I don't want to either." Shar shook her head, "So I have to savor this intoxicating sweetness alone. Well, Tantamut, I've been playing this scene with Meta for too long. Now, you and your descendants are no longer restrained by the paladins. Descend into Candlekeep. What secrets are hidden there that made Meta willing to pay such a price?"

And she, of course, continued to stay in the City of Ghosts.

At this point, Shar looked at Metatron, who remained silent, and couldn't help but feel strangely nervous: "... Can't it be...? No, it shouldn't be. Thousands of years have passed."

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"...The trap we set delayed them for a few minutes. But that was the limit."

Emiya, who had just finished exchanging information with Candlekeep, raised her head. "Those liches seemed very anxious. They didn't spend too much time in the makeshift Candlekeep made of shadow sand. After a quick search, they immediately headed towards the real Candlekeep. Some liches have already descended on the city walls of Candlekeep."

"As expected," Halffont replied. "The effectiveness of the shadow sand you used has greatly decreased after it severed its connection with our Lord. From this perspective, the fact that such an inferior product can delay dozens of liches for a few minutes is a remarkable achievement."

Elastrid also said, "Because of this, the liches didn't discover our true location and instead hurried back to Candlekeep. This can be considered a blessing in disguise."

It's the final moment.

Emilia understood this very well.

Now, they all stood on the platform made of force walls. Earlier, the simulacrum had temporarily left to build a fake Candlekeep, where it had improvised several cannons and used them to bombard the place where the lich had last appeared.

After that, the Simulacrum immediately gathered all the still-hot artillery pieces together using its magical power, and then rushed back here.

Now, this battle has reached its final moment.

Mars breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This battle is very special. This is because our enemy is actually much more mobile than we imagined. If we want to truly inflict sufficient losses on them, we must seize every opportunity to win. If we launch an attack too early and scare the enemy away, they will come back in just a few days. If we hesitate, become greedy, and miss the opportunity... Candlekeep's thousand-year history and our lives will probably come to an end today.

"——Emiya, Yin, how are your preparations going?"

Now, it should be Yin's most exciting moment, but her state is very different from usual - nervous, angry, and anxious.

As if sensing something.

Hearing this, she bit her lip and said coldly, "What the final result will be, that's for Shar to experience for herself."

These overly decisive words actually made Halffont feel uneasy. "...Where do you get your confidence from? Even if this artillery successfully killed Milim before... but Milim is just a ghost dragon. Even if she's invincible among mortals, how can she compare to an incarnation of powerful divine power...?"

This team's mastery of the arcane arts was beyond the imagination of most people. Even Havelfont, who had only spent a short time with them, had noticed this.

Even so, it still couldn't explain where Emiya and Yin's strange confidence came from.

The girl named Yin exuded strangeness from head to toe.

She is the most unsophisticated and the one who is least willing to hide her emotions in the team - but even so, she still appears extremely mysterious.

The secrets of this team are much deeper than they appear.

As a former Shar follower, Haverfont knew best that all secrets carried risks, so she didn't want to delve into it.

However, she still had to confirm: "—Can you really succeed? I am sure that even my teacher, the Mage King, would not be able to do anything against an incarnation of such powerful divine power."

The difference between a god's incarnation and a mortal being is inherent, and great divine power is the pinnacle of divine power. During the turbulent years of the past, the Goddess of Magic once used her incarnation to battle a god of moderate power, never once even considering retreating.

"Using magic to directly interfere with a target is, of course, very powerful," Yin said slowly. "But such spells all share a common drawback: they're powerful, but difficult to implement."

"In fact, more and more protective spells and even magical items can almost counter this type of spell. Not to mention, spells like Anti-Magic Field completely render most spells useless."

"...That's why I like illusions," Halffont replied. "Illusions can be broken. So, all we have to do is make the enemy unaware they're under an illusion."

"Then, I'm using a different approach," Emiya said. "What if the spell isn't cast directly on the target, but rather the effect of the spell is applied to the object, and then the effect is used to attack?"

Haverfont's eyes dimmed. "Is this object that bears spells you're talking about commonly known as a warrior?"

Emiya shook her head and glanced to her side.

Currently, there was very little space for them to maneuver on this force field wall. Most of the area was occupied by sleek, new artillery pieces.

These astonishingly large metal creations were neatly arranged towards the direction of the Ghost City. The metal muzzle of each gun was as wide as a person, and the dark holes were like the bottom of a bottomless mountain.

"Just assume you can do it," Haverfont whispered.

Once their attack is launched, Goddess Shar will find out that Haverfont is involved if she wants to investigate, and then nothing you say will be of any use.

All she could do was pray.

Elastrid raised the holy symbol and pointed it seriously at Silver's forehead. "Now, the feat is complete. Next, as long as I call upon the arrow of luck, then, as long as the theoretical probability of success is not zero, your action should be absolutely safe."

Yin rarely said thank you, then suddenly raised his head.

In the distance, a large ball of silver fire suddenly exploded in the Ghost City as if it was going wild. In the darkness inside and outside the Candle Castle, it was as conspicuous as the sun.

"..."

At this moment, Emiya also sent a final feint to the City of Ghosts: [Teacher, Candlekeep is under attack. How is the situation on your side? I saw the silver flame.]

The voice coming from the other side was even a little weak and impatient: [...Quick! Attack Silver Flame!]

However, Emilia had no intention of believing anything Shar said from the beginning.

He just wanted to confirm Shar's current location.

So, at this moment, he looked at Yin.

Silver nodded seriously. "--Her position hasn't changed. Elastrid, please help me."

Finally, the shining arrow of luck also pierced Yin's chest.

Emiya waved her hand without hesitation, and the whole team immediately jumped off the force field wall.

In a few seconds, this place will become a dead zone.

Only Silver remained here.