Equipment Printing School Mage

Silver flames emerged from her body, and she floated silently into the sky.

The long silver hair quietly shone with a faint rainbow light.

These cannons were not equipped with fuses because the person responsible for ignition was the one in the team who had the most precise control of magic power.

A few strands of silver threads flew accurately from Yin's fingertips into the breech of the cannon.

These silver flames silently sank into the gunpowder chamber, then spread out, becoming extremely closely connected with the evenly crushed gunpowder particles.

Emiya didn't know the history of gunpowder development, but he had done everything he could—repeated testing to find the perfect gunpowder ratio, the perfect gunpowder quality, and the most adequate gunpowder filling.

Next, there is only one last step left: ignite all the gunpowder at the same time to create the most perfect explosion.

There was a slight glimmer of light in Yin's eyes.

In an instant, all the silver flames burst out with astonishing heat at the same time, and the gunpowder in the barrel was completely burned out at the same time.

The next second, no, before the next second, all the shells in the barrel were fired instantly, carrying the raging anger of Emiya and Yin, tearing a pale white gas cloud in the darkness, and roaring towards the Ghost City.

The moment the shell left the barrel, a burst of scorching air erupted, as if pent-up energy had finally found an outlet. The ignited, high-temperature gases within the barrel compressed and squeezed until the moment the shell burst through the muzzle. The immense pressure was released, the air instantly ripped apart, and a deafening roar erupted.

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Inside Candlekeep, the defense had fully entered its second phase. All defense forces had evacuated the city walls—even so, more than a dozen defenders failed to evacuate in time and were hit by the meteor blast. More than half of them were instantly destroyed by the meteor blast, and it was impossible to even recover the remaining bodies at this point.

Now, the survivors have been divided into various buildings in Candlekeep and started the second phase.

Many cannons that had been prepared long ago were pushed in front of the windows and doors of various buildings, and began to wait quietly for the arrival of the lich.

However, this scene arrived much later than they had expected. The liches finally arrived after they had already loaded the shotgun shells, inserted the fuses, and had the torches burning for a long time.

However, the liches naturally did not intend to enter Candlekeep just like that. They wanted to continue their reconnaissance before deciding on their next move.

At this moment, another round of earth-shaking explosions came from the distance of Candlekeep, as if countless thunders resounded through the sky, immediately attracting the attention of all the liches.

Last time, a similar explosion halted the lich's offensive for several minutes, and this time the explosion was even more terrifying than the last time, so much so that the liches who had already entered Candlekeep couldn't help but turn around to confirm what had happened.

The liches saw more than ten silver streaks of light streaking across the sky, tearing the thick darkness into pieces as easily as if it were a piece of cloth, and then falling into the City of Ghosts in an instant like a meteor.

This is the opportunity that the people of Gond and the priests of Candlekeep have been waiting for for a long time.

At this moment, Gutenberg and his student Huss stood together and ordered everyone connected to their minds: "Fire! Fire! Fire!!"

Sixty-Six Moons Piercing the Clouds (Part 4)

Shar unconsciously touched her neck.

Gods are sensitive to everything around them - their perception of the environment is supposed to be far more sensitive than that of mortals. Even the sharp senses of dragons that can easily see through illusions and invisibility are far less than one-tenth of the gods'.

However, as an incarnation, her senses are far inferior to those of her original body - to compensate for this, she deliberately laid down darkness before everything began, as the tentacles of her divine power.

However, although this perception is powerful, it is not all-pervasive.

She could guarantee that she knew everything about the places where her followers lived, such as the City of Ghosts, so she was very sure that Metatron and Apodel had indeed been cut off from the outside world for a long time.

However, as the distance grows, her authority declines.

Outside of Shade City, other divine powers could drastically reduce her perception if they chose. In Candlekeep, a center of faith for other gods or even powerful divine powers, she was truly merely casting darkness—she couldn't truly understand everything happening within Candlekeep solely through darkness. This was precisely why she had to rely on breaching Candlekeep to uncover its secrets.

Now, she could at least be sure that there were no enemies in the Ghost City, and no one within this area had any desires for her.

So, where does this unease come from?

She frowned.

The Silver Flame has been lit. Even if Candlekeep and that young man who has risen to fame have any other tricks up his sleeve, Metatron himself will be the target.

But she still felt uneasy.

This vague sense of crisis often comes from a kind of hostility that has been transmitted many times and has become extremely vague.

But this kind of hostility often means a slow response—it may take decades or even centuries for this hostility to become a real threat, or it may be so latent that it cannot be discovered at all.

However, this feeling of discomfort became extremely intense after the silver fire burned.

This feeling has never happened before.

...This threat is personal, yet indirect...?

Shar could no longer maintain her original confidence and could not help but look at Metatron.

Could it be that this is Team Emia's trump card, and they are planning to bury the entire Ghost City along with Metatron and Apodale?

Not to mention whether they can do it... In order to kill the enemy, they would not hesitate to smash the teachers of the two teams into pieces?

Even the Shar Church doesn't do this every day. It's unheard of for the Orthodox Church to do such a thing.

At this moment, Metatron seemed to sense something and exhaled lightly.

Then, an extremely strong murderous intent rushed towards Shar from the direction of Metatron with extraordinary clarity.

At this moment, Shar no longer had time to figure out where the vague hostility came from.

Metatron's limbs are now broken, his wings are severed, and the giant sword in his hand is no longer the invincible Dancing Sky Beheading Sword that it once was.

Even if she were to cast a spell, it would have no effect on Shar.

However, this kind of murderous intent is a killing intent that is determined to succeed!

Metatron said softly, "I pray."

Just three short words almost made Shar lose her voice.

Prayer technique.

Shar had coveted the position of Goddess of Magic for years, and was proficient in all forms of magic: arcane, divine, and even psionic. How could she not recognize the Wish spell?

But, Seraph, arcane?

What a joke, creatures like Seraph are born at the top, but no matter how old they get, the only thing they can grow with is life experience. There is no way forward for them, and they can no longer become stronger!

But Metatron actually used arcane magic? And it was a nine-ring arcane magic?

During the millennia of silence, Metatron, an invincible Servant of the Seraph, had to start as an apprentice and learn everything from scratch!?

——This is ridiculous! Even with Shar's experience, this is unheard of!

Metatron didn't know what Shar was thinking, and she didn't have the energy to care about that at the moment.

At this moment, she had been tortured by Shar's divine power and was on the verge of death - if it weren't for the Silver Fire, she would have been reduced to ashes by now.

But now, the silver fire was still there, so she still had the strength to make one last strike.

She whispered, "My sword, dance! Overload mode! Blast towards Shar's incarnation in the City of Ghosts."

Metatron's original greatsword, the Dancing Sky Beheading Sword, the Penitent, is of course far from being fully restored.

Emiya only learned how to make the Dancing Sky Sword. Combining the two most powerful enchantments of the Dancing Sky Sword and the Beheading Sword into one weapon is a true miracle that not every mortal can attempt.

But now, the giant sword in Metatron's hand doesn't even have the Dancing Sky rune.

——It’s more like a huge container than a sword.

The purpose of its existence is simply to contain the source of the roaring magic within.

The three-meter-tall sword had long been lying in the dust, seemingly unremarkable. In reality, it was impossible for the sword to move independently. As long as no one wielded it, it posed no threat—that was how it should have been.

However, the wish spell is a spell that changes reality!

This huge sword instantly flew into the sky with Metatron's chanting, but the sword did not fly directly towards Shar, but instead suddenly flew backwards. Therefore, the first attack of the whistling darkness missed.

——Therefore, the effect of the wish finally took effect successfully.

Even though Metatron had no way to directly control the giant sword, the giant sword driven by the wish magic began to automatically summon the treasure hidden within the giant sword.

Endless moon fire.

This treasure was given to Emilia by Selune. For this battle, Emilia sealed it into a special Moonlight Sword made of celestial steel.

The Moonlight Sword, a magical weapon, does not have a very complicated mechanism in essence. Its essence is to stimulate the moon fire hidden in the sword.

The Endless Moonfire, as the source of all Moonlight weapons, does not so much contain Moonfire as it does contain the essence of divine power similar to Silverfire.

Under the command of the prayer spell, Selûne's divine power poured towards Shar in the most luxurious, most wasteful, and most unmatched way.

"...Selûne." Shar frowned and raised a hand towards the roaring Moonfire.

The Moon Goddess is, of course, Shar's nemesis—however, throughout countless ages, Selûne has never gained the upper hand against Shar alone. Selûne has always relied on allies to stand against Shar.

Now, even with the endless moonfire here, Shar is not panicked: Even if Selûne comes here in person, what can it matter?

Shar simply extended a finger toward the greatsword, and the torrent of moonlight erupting from the Moonlight Greatsword was firmly contained. Shar simply pushed forward, and the torrent of moonfire slowly retreated. The briefly illuminated moonlight gradually dimmed.

"...Selune is actually willing to spend this much...?" This was enough to make Shar suspicious. "Meta, have you surrendered to Selune?"

Metatron watched helplessly as his final attack ultimately failed, but he did not feel despair.

——In her gradually blurred vision, more than a dozen tiny silver streaks appeared.

As for Shar, her reaction was a little slow because she was distracted by the endless moonfire.

And in this moment of slowing down, the huge cannon fired by the Emiya team arrived.

The speed of these shells fired has long exceeded the propagation of sound.

The most bizarre thing is that these shells, which came from several kilometers away, actually accurately bypassed the tall and short buildings in the Ghost City while flying, and easily whizzed through the gaps between the houses without any hindrance.

Even though their trajectories are slightly different, they have a common goal.

When Shar finally realized something was wrong and turned around, more than a dozen conical shells were already within reach.

"—A mortal man wants to offend the majesty of the gods? Ridiculous!"

Shar frowned and snapped his fingers with his free hand in the direction where the shells were whistling.

"Snapped."

The power of the gods easily set off a dark frenzy.

Even though these shells were carefully made by Emilia and plated with the most expensive refined gold, they were still just ordinary iron in front of the goddess's power.

Even though Shar rushed into the battle, even though she only had time to fire one attack, these destructive shells were almost all reduced to ashes in one strike.

There was only one shell, and its flying speed was so slow that the other shells were destroyed by one hit. It was not known whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that it was the last one to be hit.

Thus, it also successfully avoided Shar's first round of defense.

Sharben didn't care - it was just a matter of one more strike.

However, she suddenly noticed from the corner of her eye that those that were destroyed were not ordinary shells.

No, she anticipated that these shells wouldn't be ordinary iron. They must have been imbued with advanced enchantments, otherwise they would be meaningless to the divine body. That's why she dedicated her energy to dissociating these shells.

However, she still underestimated the specialness of these shells.

The missile was destroyed, but more than a dozen rays of light still rushed towards Shar at the original speed.

Looking at the flowing lights, Shar was almost stunned.

——Those were wisps of moon-white light, interwoven with silver threads like flames, outlining the sharpest arrows in the air.

The last time she saw this scene was at least tens of thousands of years ago.

At that time, the goddess Selune, who had been almost forced into a desperate situation by Shar, met a strange girl wandering on the earth when she was about to reach the end of her rope. She shared her experience as a god with her.

Shar knew about this, but she completely regarded it as a joke - of all the knowledge of the gods, the experience of being a god was the most meaningless.

The difference between gods and mortals has never been about knowledge.

Her carelessness that time caused her to suffer the most serious injury since her birth, and also allowed her to witness the birth of one of the most powerful gods in Faerun.

That day was just like this moment.

Silver fire, along with moon fire, tore through Shar's darkness.

“Mystrel—!?”

Shar called out the name almost subconsciously.

However, today is not as good as before.

Several of the dozen or so rays of light successfully avoided Shar's final defense and penetrated her incarnation, but ultimately only caused the incarnation of the goddess of night to shake slightly, leaving a tiny wound.

"...It's just bluffing. It's nothing but the Silver Fire of the Chosen People." Shar felt as if he had escaped death, and he felt cold sweat all over his body.

However, she realized the next second that she was terribly wrong: as the silver fire pierced her body, all her defensive magic was torn away in an instant - divine magic, arcane magic, and psychic energy all disappeared completely and silently. But at this moment, the last shell finally arrived.