Equipment Printing School Mage
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With almost all previous attacks intercepted, this shell was the only one to strike a building in Ghost City. As it traveled through the building, its already chaotic trajectory shifted repeatedly before finally crashing heavily into the ground.
Then, this seemingly worst-looking shell, when it hit the ground, bounced up suddenly like a stone skipping on the water, brushed past Shar's body, and then penetrated into the city again.
The intense pain made Shar lower her head in shock.
The body of the god incarnation was merely brushed by the metal cone, and large pieces of flesh on the left half of the torso were torn off by one blow. Thirty percent of the god incarnation's mass was completely lost in an instant, and the god's beating heart was almost exposed to the air.
For the first time since its appearance, the incarnation of Shar finally suffered real damage.
"......!" The heart-wrenching pain made the beautiful face of the Goddess of Darkness almost wrinkled into a ball. Her body shook and she almost fell to the ground.
All of this was due to the unheard-of demon-breaking effect caused by those few strands of silver flames.
Silverfire itself doesn't have this power. The destruction of magic can only come from the person who casts it... Who is behind this Silverfire? Is Mystra resurrected?!
However, Shar did not have long to think. The next second, Shar's head was suddenly firmly grasped by a strong hand. The attacker only exerted a little force, and the overwhelming force completely destroyed the balance of Shar's incarnation.
Shar caught the attacker's eye: "...Metatron!?"
Just a moment ago, she was nailed in mid-air by the chains woven by darkness. The next second, after Shar was severely injured, Metatron instantly teleported behind Shar without any warning.
In this extremely short period of time, Silverfire's recovery ability increased dozens of times. Metatron's right hand recovered almost in the blink of an eye, and completely pressed Shar into the streets of Ghost City.
At this moment, her wings were still broken, and only one of her limbs had recovered. She relied entirely on the silver fire to float in the air.
However, this is enough for a Seraph Servant.
Metatron chuckled weakly, "The Seraphim are nominally the strongest angels, but they mostly serve as secretaries to the gods."
Therefore, this group of mysterious and rare angels have some unpopular and less important powers that even other gods may not know about.
- For example, the wings of the Seraphim are actually just decorations.
As long as they want, they can use space teleportation to travel.
Losing his wings actually has no effect on Metatron's combat effectiveness.
However, she really had no chance of actually hurting Shar.
Now, the opportunity has come.
The first moment Metatron captured Shar, he used his real killing move.
All the silver fire in her body instantly flowed through her only arm into Shar's remaining body. This energy, which was quite gentle most of the time, rarely revealed its most violent side.
The silver fire nearly exploded within Shar's body, illuminating the absolute darkness with a silvery wildfire. The raging silver fire raged freely throughout the City of Ghosts, transforming everything it touched into its own fuel.
The next second, Shar's piercing scream shattered the silence of Shade City, like the stroke of midnight, heralding the end of the world. In the heart of this deadly city, a silver volcano erupted, its flames soaring into the sky, dispelling the darkness and ravaging Shade City like a raging flood. The blaze was dazzling, like thousands of silver bombs exploding. The flames flowed like a raging river, weaving through every street and alley, engulfing every building. In an instant, the entire city was engulfed in flames, only the roar of the flames echoed everywhere, and only the area where Apodel was located was precisely bypassed.
Eventually, the Silver Fire completed its erosion of the Dark Power, turning it into part of the fuel.
At this apex of destruction, the silver flames erupted with unprecedented force. Raging clouds of silver fire piled and collided, the raging flames coalescing into an immense mass in the sky, ultimately transforming into a towering blue-silver mushroom cloud. The cloud, pulsing with silver-blue light, resembled a crack in the heavens, as if foreshadowing the destruction of heaven and earth. The ensuing rain of fire fell like teardrops, igniting the earth into a sea of ash. In a matter of seconds, half of Ghost City was reduced to dust, completely obliterated by this devastating bombardment.
The incarnation of the goddess of night, Shar, along with the boundless darkness she unleashed, completely dissipated in this devastating attack, vanishing without a trace, as if she had never existed. Her image was annihilated in the blazing flames, becoming a wisp of smoke, and dissolving into nothingness in the sea of inferno, completely ending in this incinerated earth.
Sixty-seven Fallen City (I)
Inside Candle Castle, the battle became intense from the first moment of heavy artillery fire.
The people of Gond seized the long-awaited opportunity and launched a destructive barrage of projectiles just as the lich's signature phosphorescence began to stream into Candlekeep.
In Candlekeep, on this short battlefield of just a hundred meters, solid bullets were already more than enough, so the people of Gond used special projectiles prepared specifically for the second stage.
——A number of rather thin metal spheres, filled with holy water and moon fire.
These two substances were the true natural enemies of the undead. These spheres were packed into the barrel of the cannon. At the same moment the gunpowder exploded, tens of thousands of projectiles instantly filled the entire Air Court of Candlekeep, bringing any lich who dared to enter into the storm's attack range.
But the liches were all renowned wizards, many of them battle-hardened, and they had long anticipated an ambush.
Even though the intensity of this attack was indeed beyond their expectations, it was not enough to make them lose their composure.
——However, when those fragments were about to hit the lich and they were preparing to cast a spell to defend against them, they were shocked to find that among the holy water bullets, there were also a few more malicious bullets.
Even though the well-prepared liches at the outermost perimeter cast protective magic in an attempt to deflect some of the projectiles, these projectiles had been carefully designed and tested to deal with this situation.
The walls of these bullets were extremely thin and were already cracked due to the pressure when they left the barrel. They could only barely carry the holy water and fly.
After hitting the liches' defenses, the projectile finally couldn't bear the weight and broke into countless pieces.
——Also, the holy water contained in them exploded just in front of the group of liches.
The holy water and moonfire, accelerated to extreme speed by the artillery shells, shattered the shells that originally contained them like arrows, whistling through the liches present. In an instant, the vast open space and the city walls were filled with the hissing sounds of undead creatures being purified by the holy water and the roars of liches in pain. The few unfortunate ones who happened to be in the convergence of the multiple artillery fire were instantly reduced to ash and returned to their nests.
Though severely wounded, the liches didn't hesitate, immediately preparing to strike back. The damage they suffered was temporary; they would recover in a few days. If they could capture Candlekeep, they might even recover some of the magical items they had lost there. In other words, the pain they felt at this moment was false.
However, the people of Gond had anticipated this situation from the outset.
These projectiles were simply solid iron balls, nothing special in themselves. Unfortunately, not long ago, a group of priests had cast silence on them.
Now, these projectiles, still carrying the silencing spell, whizzed out of the barrel and flew into the middle of the lich group just as the lich was about to cast a defensive spell.
While waiting for the lich to try to cast a spell, they were shocked to find that they were already surrounded by dense silence spells. This array made entirely of silence spells became the biggest obstacle to the lich's spellcasting.
These liches are all demons that are thousands of years old, and this is the first time they have seen such a formation!
Silencing spells could be cast on objects, and throwing them into the enemy's ranks was not unimaginable. However, to be able to hurl a large number of silencing projectiles into the enemy's ranks from hundreds of meters away during the battle was truly unprecedented!
Even though the liches were all true great wizards, they knew what a nightmare it would be to be suddenly silenced at this time and in this place.
Even though they have various ways to counter or escape the influence of Silence, these activities will invariably take a certain amount of time.
Now, the most precious thing is time!
Just when the liches were almost at their wit's end, shadows rolled up in the darkness, and they came to the bottom of the castle as easily as swimming fish.
Then, the fish leaped out of the darkness, revealing their slender bodies with wings and four legs.
——Those were several giant dragons that were dozens of meters long.
However, their figures are so blurry in the darkness, as if they were born to coexist with darkness.
"Shadow Dragon!" The people of Gond and the priests of Candlekeep screamed in unison.
Besides the most common chromatic dragons and metallic dragons, there are still a few rare and diverse dragon species in this world. One of them is the Singing Dragon that was sought in Elturgard.
The Shadow Dragon is also one of those rare dragons with elusive whereabouts.
Although this dragon exists on the Material Plane, it prefers to live in the Shadow Demiplane.
——It’s better to say that when Shar invaded the Shadowfell Underworld, it was natural that there would be shadow dragons in the City of Ghosts!
In the darkness, the shadow dragons only took a quick look around the battlefield and grasped the key points of the battlefield. Then, they aimed at the windows that were emitting smoke and exhaled slightly.
The darkness seemed to have come to life.
A thick, shadowy breath gushed out of the shadow dragon's mouth, instantly engulfing each firepower point. From then on, most of the areas of Candlekeep where people still lived were eventually submerged in shadow.
At this time, the Lord of Ghost City also arrived late with several of his descendants.
The Tantur family of Ghost City had existed for thousands of years, and the city lord's descendants were generally already a thousand-year-old. To prolong their lives, they had gradually begun to replace their bodies with shadows. Therefore, the figures that appeared on the city walls were more like a few swirling shadows than ghosts.
"...Very good, it seems that the overall situation has been decided." Tantamut Tantur's vision is naturally not affected by darkness and shadows, and he can easily take in the large area of Candlekeep at this moment.
Candle Keep had lost its city walls, and now, even its internal defenses had been attacked by the shadow dragons. It could be said that everything was over.
Candlekeep's defenses were indeed formidable, so much so that even the combined might of Larloch and Shade City was once utterly defeated. However, such a system's mobility was inherently poor. A single breach would lead to a complete collapse.
At this moment, his eyes caught strands of silver light, quietly seeping out from a door or window.
Tantamut was stunned for a moment.
After a moment, the strands of silver light suddenly converged, condensing into an incomparably brilliant blue-silver beam that illuminated the entire Candle Keep. Like a torrent, the brilliant silver fire effortlessly pierced through the chests and abdomens of several shadow dragons.
With just one strike, they were gutted. The youngest shadow dragon was even beheaded, its massive head melting into the shadows.
Silver fire.
Shar's followers have long known that Mystra's chosen possess the Silver Fire, but how they use it varies from person to person.
——And the terrifying power of being able to slay dragons at will with just silver fire is simply unheard of!
At this dark moment, a girl with shining silver hair and dressed in tight clothes slowly emerged from the castle.
A blazing silver fire burned on her body, and even the boundless darkness had to retreat in the silver fire, so that Candle Castle turned into daylight almost in an instant.
"...Who are you?" Tantamut frowned.
Mistra has been dead for nearly a hundred years. Where did such a young Mistra voter come from?
The girl lowered her head to look at her own youthful and beautiful body and couldn't help but sigh: "Storm Silver Hand."
Storm Silver Hand!?
Tantamut almost laughed out loud—Storm Silverhand was the most renowned harpist in Faerûn, already approaching a thousand years old! Even if the Chosen of Mystra generally remained eternally youthful, they wouldn't act like such a little girl.
Storm Silverhand was about to continue speaking, but then her gaze fixed and she couldn't help but look at the layers of upside-down forests above Candlekeep.
That's the direction of the Ghost City.
This scene stunned everyone else for a moment, but soon they knew why Storm Silverhand was distracted at this moment.
It was a doomsday scene, like a volcanic eruption. The sky above Shade City was completely engulfed in blazing silver flames, as if a huge chasm had split the sky, and blazing flames rained down from the sky, covering the entire sky. Countless flames poured down from the sky like silk threads, interweaving with each other like raindrops of doom, flowing down from Shade City and engulfing the entire Candlekeep.
"...Is that...Silver Fire?" Tantamut could hardly believe his eyes.
Just less than a minute ago, the goddess had completely overwhelmed the rampant Apodel and the Seraph, playing with them like a cat-and-mouse game, didn't she?
The next second, an even more shocking scene happened.
Ever since the appearance of the goddess Shar, the inside and outside of Shade City and Candlekeep have been completely surrounded by endless shadows, so that Candlekeep's vision is severely restricted, and they can only rely on the limited dark vision to see things.
But the next second, the boundless darkness quietly disappeared, as if it was burned away by the silver fire.
Tantamut's figure tumbled violently: "—Retreat! Retreat! All ghosts, return to support immediately!"
In an instant, the ghost who had just arrived at Candle Castle disappeared again.
However, just when the liches were at a loss, they received an order from their leader: [Continue to attack and do not retreat until you have entered the inner court of Candlekeep and figured out what the defense force of this level is protecting.]
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As the shells were fired and Emiya and his companions escaped from Haverfont's demiplane, they saw the silver fire blooming and the darkness dissipating.
The dazzling silver fire naturally caught the eye of Emiya and the others. Emiya pondered for a moment before finally sending a message to his teacher: [...Teacher, were you responsible for that earth-shattering silver fire explosion? How are you doing now?]
Soon, Metatron's extremely weak voice rang out: [It's me, I'm still alive.]
[…We’ll go there right away.]
Meanwhile, Halffont had already begun to stutter, "...What...what was that? The Silver Fire...exploded? Could the Silver Fire of the Chosen of Mistra actually be this powerful?!"
"You should be happy," Sig said with some pride. "If you had surrendered a few minutes later, you might be in the middle of that silver fire right now, turning into the floor of the City of Ghosts."
Yin breathed a sigh of relief, but he almost lost his balance and fell into Emilia's arms, saying breathlessly: "...Hu...Hu...Now, it's a bit tiring for me to dismantle her spell in such a short time...Usually I can peel it off in the blink of an eye..."
"Then do you want to go to the City of Ghosts?" asked Emilia.
Their attack was clearly effective. However, Apodel and Metatron must have sustained significant injuries in the previous clash. Now, with the earth-shattering eruption of Silver Fire, the city of Ghost City would undoubtedly become bustling with activity.
Now, they are going to the City of Ghosts to help Metatron and Apodel get through that brief trough, so that these two strong men can buy time to recover.
"—Of course... I'm going!" Although Yinlian had difficulty breathing, he still struggled to speak, "Sha'er dared to attack Meta... Fuhu, I will definitely see her pay the price with my own eyes!"
Finally, then, there is Haverfont's opinion.
To Emilia's surprise, Haverfont said without hesitation: "—Of course I will go."
"Why? Now you are not afraid of the goddess's pursuit?"
Haverfont replied: "—I told you, if you change jobs, you have to change completely."
"But you're not planning on just leaving like that, are you?"
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The silver fire explosion set off by Metatron finally dissipated.
The once invincible incarnation of the god was burned alive to ashes by the super-sized silver fire explosion, and Metatron almost used up all his strength after this explosion.
Boom, rumble.
At this point, Apodel had finally recovered somewhat and struggled to stand from the ruins. Looking at the nearly razed Ghost City, he couldn't help but gasp. He took a few steps forward and tried to help Metatron, who had fallen to the ground, "...Ms. Meta? Did you do this?"
Metatron panted for a few times and struggled to support her body with one hand: "...Please protect me for a while...I'm afraid the ghost will be back soon."
As expected, the moment she finished her words, the leaders of the Tantur family in Shade City had already rushed back from Candlekeep. Even though half of them had transformed their bodies into pure shadows, they were still nearly horrified by the tragic scene in Shade City.
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