Equipment Printing School Mage

Even Metatron at his peak couldn't defeat the well-prepared Larloch in a single round! By the time the Nether Core was recaptured, Shade City had already turned Candlekeep into a massive pit!

“—Let’s get out of here first!”

Metatron's mind raced, and in the end the archangel could only embrace the people around him and teleport them out of the City of Ghosts.

However, this only made the scene more desperate.

Just as they were teleported to the air outside the Ghost City, the hurricane brought by the collapse of the mountains had already swept over them.

And Larloch, perhaps it was fate, was even just a few kilometers away from them.

To be precise, it is almost separated from them by the entire Ghost City.

The platinum sphere, which was far more dazzling than the companion sun and as big as an entire room, was now floating quietly in front of Larok.

"...Nether energy core."

The moment Metatron saw the energy core, he realized what had happened.

This guy Lalok actually took advantage of the moment when the fighting was going on inside and outside the Ghost City and moved away the power core of the Ghost City!

Emiya took a deep breath.

After all, he was only a seventh-ring mage, and he had really reached his limit at this moment.

Now, there is only one person left who can save Candlekeep.

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And inside Candle Castle, the despair felt was even purer.

Because, even though the liches were also shocked by the fall of the Ghost City, many of them also showed signs of withdrawing.

But a moment later, when Larloch appeared in the sea and sky with the Nether energy core, these liches seemed to be under some heavy pressure, and finally all of them stayed on the battlefield without exception.

With powerful enemies ahead and a catastrophic disaster looming above, there was little time to act.

After seeing this scene, almost all the priests who were still holding on in Candle Castle had an epiphany.

Today is the day they head to the Kingdom of God.

At this moment, the lord of Candlekeep, the Keeper of the Scriptures, Lude, spoke in a heavy voice through the already established telepathic connection: "Everyone, abandon the battle line, head to the teleportation array within the fortress, and evacuate Candlekeep. As the leader of Candlekeep, I will try my last trump card, which is likely an indiscriminate attack, so please leave immediately."

The pastors all froze when they heard this, but after looking up at the sky, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether or not you are prepared to fight to the death is one thing, but whether or not you can avoid death is another.

Afterwards, after confirming the distance of the liches, these priests turned around and squeezed into the castle without any protection, and disappeared as if they were fleeing.

Such a quick and efficient evacuation surprised the liches, but they soon realized that this was also their opportunity.

Their orders were to attack Candlekeep and find or force out the secrets it had been protecting. To do this, their king would fight until the last lich fell.

Now, if they could achieve a decisive result before being crushed by the mountains, they could silence Larloch. Moreover, if they could completely expel Candlekeep, they could come to Candlekeep later to retrieve the treasures they had lost in the ruins, further minimizing their losses.

Now, with everyone's life at stake, the liches had no time to bother with reconnaissance. All the remaining liches swarmed towards Candlekeep, where the forbidden spell had blocked the area from teleportation.

Then, the moment they crossed an invisible line, the layers of chain restrictions finally came to life.

A large number of liches clearly took only an inconspicuous step, but they passed through countless restrictions that were only a few tenths of a millimeter thick.

Before the liches could react, they had already passed through hundreds of layers of forbidden spells in an instant. The undead bodies they had obtained by sacrificing countless souls had now become the biggest death warrant.

Each layer of the forbidden spell unleashed a terrifying radiant force. All the liches that stepped into the forbidden spell trap designed by Emilia were instantly transformed into brilliant fireworks and ashes in the air.

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...But, it’s not enough.

Lude looked at the empty Candlekeep and shook his head.

The idea of ​​this chain of forbidden spells was brilliant and powerful enough, but it could not help Candlekeep in its current predicament.

But Candlekeep does have one last card up its sleeve.

Large shield puzzle lock.

Granted, the normal key to the Greatshield's mythal had been lost to the Astral Plane, and it was foreseeable that it would be nearly impossible for Candlekeep to recover it.

However, he actually has a second spare key. Unfortunately, this key is completely different from the first key.

The first key, akin to a proxy, grants the Great Shield Mythlock command authority when its original owner has completely vanished from history. Even if this proxy cannot fully utilize the Great Shield Mythlock's functions, it is enough to keep Candlekeep standing for millennia.

The second key actually only stimulates the key node of the Great Shield Mystery, causing it to enter emergency protection mode. At that time, Candlekeep will be protected by the Great Shield Mystery...

Unfortunately, however, the modern-day Candlekeep will not be protected by the Greatshield Mythlock.

Candlekeep will thus become a ghost town that no one can enter, and all the knowledge in it will be sealed away, waiting for future generations to crack the mystery of the origin of the Great Shield Maze.

At this moment, a deep, distant sigh echoed from the now deserted Candle Keep: "Scripture Keeper, there's no need for that."

"...I caused a big commotion in Candlekeep a few days ago, and this is my compensation."

At this moment, a handful of liches, still reeling from the forbidden spell's trap, stood there, bewildered. Suddenly, a dark, shadowy aura rose from the earth like a tide. The moment these liches came into contact with this dark aura, the flickering phosphorescent flames within their heads silently extinguished.

Their lich bodies, transformed by alchemy and arcane magic, had become so fragile that their heads crushed their cervical vertebrae and their ribs tore their cervical vertebrae apart. In just a moment, the last lich was reduced to ashes.

At this time, the mountain at the base of Ghost City had touched the highest spire of Candleburg, and countless stone bricks fell from the wall like raindrops.

At this moment, a middle-aged warrior in black armor silently stepped on the dark waves and appeared in the center of Candlekeep, and met Larloch's eyes.

The black-armored warrior stretched out his right fist and swung it towards the sky seemingly casually.

"--boom!"

Amidst an extremely dull crash sound, the Ghost City actually flew backwards for a moment, and then was abruptly stopped in mid-air.

Even though Larloch claimed to be the pinnacle of the mortal world, the fire in his eyes could not help but flicker when he saw the black-armored warrior holding up the mountain with one hand.

"...Two powerful gods have sent down their avatars inside and outside the small Candlekeep?"

The Lich King raised his head slightly, and immediately came up with the answer.

Larloch chuckled. "Kelemvor, the God of Death. You are known among the gods for being aloof. While the other gods seek allies, you focus solely on the Twilight Realm. You only have one true ally."

Kelemvor did not answer.

From the moment he appeared in this place that had nothing to do with death, the secret that Candlekeep had been protecting was revealed.

Larloch mercilessly revealed the answer to all the mysteries: "Midnight, the third generation goddess of magic, has been resurrected. Furthermore, she is still very weak and has barely regained any strength. She desperately needs your protection."

Kelemvor's identity was truly extraordinary. The moment he publicly appeared and carried the mountain for Candlekeep, everything was revealed.

However, Kelemvor had no intention of wasting time talking to Larloch. He simply drew out his sword and struck Larloch silently, sending a terrifying black wave towards him.

However, at this moment, a bit of discordant darkness had somehow appeared in the tide of death that Kelemvor had unleashed.

This darkness seemed to have been lurking in the darkness for a long, long time, so much so that Kelemvor was unable to discover its existence in time.

Just as Kelemvor was resisting the falling mountains and attacking Larloch, the darkness finally found an opportunity and turned into purple-black lightning and pounced on Kelemvor's back.

The black-armored warrior's cloak also swept up like a dark cloud.

He had no intention of protecting himself at all.

He allowed Shar's attack to pierce his back, then suddenly turned. The air seemed to rip, a low rumble echoing. His arm swung violently, and he had unknowingly grasped the longsword in his backhand. The blade sliced ​​through the air, carrying an irresistible force, and stabbed behind him.

Wherever the sword passed, the world seemed to fall into a brief stillness. Then, a devastating wave of air erupted from the sword's tip, a roar like thunder, reverberating in all directions. The impact of this sword was like a storm sweeping across the land. The wind surged, sweeping up the surrounding dust and debris, forming a hurricane that swept across the sky.

The purple-black lightning had no time to dodge the swift blow, and was immediately swept into the storm of death, and was swept onto the towering wall of Candlekeep by the sword. The power of this sword was so terrifying that a corner of the wall collapsed in this blow.

Bricks and stones fell to the ground with a loud bang, and dust flew up.

Kelanvor's body shook, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He almost fell to the ground, then stood up with difficulty, and his tall body became almost transparent.

He looked in the direction of the sword and sneered, "...Sha'er, you're truly pathetic. Your previous incarnation was destroyed. How much extra energy did you squander in order to hastily condense this incredibly weak incarnation, one that couldn't even block a single blow from me?"

"Sha'er, you're welcome to continue your actions. But I'm willing to sacrifice all my strength for Midnight. Do you want to challenge me to a contest? Which is greater, the strength you've accumulated in this small city of ghosts or the strength I've accumulated in the Arcane Plague?"

Then, amidst the piled rubble, the nearly transparent Shar struggled to stand up, still wearing a calm smile: "...Kelemvor, you, as the god of death, actively intervened among mortals, abused your divine power, and disrupted the order of life and death... You didn't lose today... You and Midnight even obtained Meta... But so what, you only won today!"

Kelemvor did not continue to retort. Instead, he looked at the inner court of Candlekeep with inexplicable emotion and shouted to the Keeper of Candlekeep: "...My strength has been exhausted. I am afraid you will have to use the power of the mythal!"

As if there was some agreement, when Kelemvor finished speaking, the incarnations of the two gods' divine power simultaneously collapsed and shattered, sublimating and dissipating into the sky.

Then, the city began to fall again.

Kelemvor's final blow also severely damaged Larloch. Such an undisguised attack of divine power would be absolutely fatal to any living or dead person under the power of a god.

Not to mention, the greatest enemy of the undead is Death himself. One of Kelemvor's greatest tenets as the God of Death is to slay the undead.

However, Lalok's body, which had been transformed countless times over thousands of years, finally stood up from the waves of death.

However, all of his body's defenses were almost destroyed in that blow.

An extremely fresh experience - as Shar said, a direct attack on a mortal by a powerful god has become a taboo after the Year of Troubles.

Even though the lich may not be considered a mortal, it is still far from the status of Metatron.

Perhaps Kelemvor is still the god of death at this moment, but he probably won't stay in this position for long.

At this moment, the shield's maze opened.

Countless moon-white vines were rising in the air dozens of meters outside Candlekeep, depicting the shifting constellations of Faerûn. And above these shifting constellations were traced the lines of musical notation.

In just a moment, the vines that covered the sky and the sun enveloped the entire Candle Castle.

The ghostly singing of elves began to echo inside and outside Candlekeep. At the same time, all the remaining people in Candlekeep were forcibly thrown out by the maze like cannonballs, falling into the sea in an arc.

The entire Ghost City was forcibly blocked from entering by this huge maze, and could only slowly fall down in mid-air.

Larloch chuckled.

If Kelemvor had not appeared, both Candlekeep and Shade would have been reduced to ruins.

But everything was different because of the few minutes he delayed.

Now, the Church of Shar and Candlekeep may be added to Larloch's already long list of enemies.

In this case, Larok decided to spend some time to eliminate these two enemies.

With the last of his strength, he pulled out a scroll from his waist.

It is extremely ancient, and is covered with traces of time - it seems that the age of this scroll alone is older than an ancient dragon.

Then, the complexity of its content makes it difficult for even the Nine Rings Spell to match it.

Larloch tore the scroll into pieces without hesitation and chanted a spell that hadn't appeared in Faerun for perhaps thousands of years: "Prokotiv's Mountain Moving Spell!"

In Faerûn, rumors spread that since the folly of Archmage Karthus in Netheril, spells above the tenth level have been banned by the goddess of magic, Mystra.

However, at some point, the rumor changed from spells above the tenth ring to spells of the tenth ring and above being banned.

However, as a former archmage capable of casting eleventh-level spells, Larloch knew full well that tenth-level spells were never outright forbidden. It was simply that the magical pantheon would closely monitor the casting of any tenth-level spell. Once, a preacher attempted to use a tenth-level spell to send an entire city underground. This massacre attempt was averted by the combined divine intervention of the God of Magic and Mages.

Now?

Now one of these two gods has died, and the other has become a slave of the Demon King.

Then, Larroque could be more free.

This time, his tomb should be quiet for a while.

The scroll trembled in the air before shattering with a bang. The fragments transformed into tiny, star-like specks of energy dust, pouring into the deep, deep core of Nether energy. Instantly, an unstoppable force erupted from the core, spreading like a flood breaking through a dam. This surge of magical energy, like an invisible tsunami, rapidly spread outward, almost instantly enveloping every inch of space within a radius of dozens of kilometers. Candlekeep and Shade City were also caught in the grip of this magical storm. The air around them seemed thick with the overflowing magic, and all matter was forcibly locked in place by this overwhelming force, as if pinned to its spot by invisible shackles.

Then, the spinning began.

The city of Shade, once perched high above Candlekeep, now traced a terrifying arc in the sky, careening towards the earth. The mountain that had once served as its foundation returned to its original position, carving a fiery red streak across the continent, while the city beneath it shifted to its former location directly above the mountain, hanging upside down. The residents of Shade who had not yet evacuated were left without support in this upside-down situation.

Yet, this horrific whirlwind was only the beginning. As the relationship between Shade and the mountain was reshaped, the entirety of Candlekeep began its own fateful journey. The fortress, soon to be shrouded by Shade, along with its greatshield mythal, was forcibly torn from the continental plate by the relentless force of the arcane. The earth seemed to utter a low, despairing whine, a deafening roar as rock rubbed and tore against rock. The cracked rock layers were forcibly peeled away, leaving the earth in a horrific wound, but the caster's power paid no mind to the suffering beneath, as if the cost were but a trivial one.

Driven by this unimaginably powerful spell, Candlekeep, along with its foundational rock, was lifted, as if the entire castle, along with a portion of the earth, were being sliced ​​and peeled away, then gradually pulled high into the sky. Hundreds of meters of rock were lifted by an invisible force, carrying the entire Candlekeep thousands of meters into the air. Swirls of magical power swirled around Candlekeep, and shimmering arcane light like chains bound the fortress to the earth, creating a terrifying spectacle in the sky.

However, at this moment, the Great Shield Maze once again demonstrated its incomparable strange power - the Candle Castle, which had been overturned by the Ten Rings Spell, was pulled by the Great Shield Maze in the air and continued to challenge its position. When the rotation ended, although the Candle Castle was still hanging high in the sky, it did not completely hang upside down like the Ghost City, but returned to its original posture.

"...What a fascinating power." Larloch murmured, "Next time, you will belong to me."

However, this rotation has been delayed for too long.

Larok had already seen from the corner of his eye that a streak of moonlight was streaking across the sky, rushing towards him silently.

This stream of light has appeared on this battlefield too many times. It destroyed the skeleton army, caused heavy losses to the lich, and even penetrated half of the Ghost City, severely damaging Shar.

Now, it's finally his turn.

"Hmph..." Larlock looked at the increasingly large shells without dodging or avoiding them, only chuckling softly, "Emia of Lunya..."

"We will meet again."