Equipment Printing School Mage
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There was a clear buzzing sound, and a beam of blue-white light gushed out.
"... Yangyan Sword!? But it looks a little different..." Fei'eli was obviously knowledgeable and immediately thought of a similar weapon.
"Stronger than the Sunfire Sword!" Elise said, placing her hand on the hilt. But before the Moonlight Sword could enter overload mode, Elaster had already quickly grabbed her hand. "--Miss Elise, when we gave you the sword, we should have made it clear that it's forbidden to overload it when not in combat. It could cause unexpected damage!"
"Oh...oh...I'm sorry."
Fieri shook her head. "You must have had a hard time on the journey... Besides, if this weapon is so powerful, giving it to a stranger like this is beyond my imagination."
Emilia lowered her brows slightly. "I'm not that generous... The actual payer for this gift is someone else."
"Oh?"
Elastrid bowed slightly. "The treasure needed to create this magical item was given by the goddess Selûne. Miss Elise, since you have accepted the gift, please remember the name of the Moon Goddess when you pray next time."
Although, what Emilia wanted to say was that the one who paid for this gift was the goddess of night, Shar.
The endless moonfire that the Moon God first gifted them was embedded in Metatron's giant sword, but was destroyed by Shar in the Battle of Candlekeep.
The second time the Moon Goddess gave Shar the Endless Moon Fire was because her two incarnations were destroyed in succession in this battle.
The Moon Goddess, who had been avoiding them for a long time, made a rare appearance in Emiya's dreams. Emiya still remembered the irrepressible smile on her face: "Take it. If each bottle of Endless Moonfire can replace two incarnations of Shar, then I can give you a few more."
"...Then I think we should have no more questions." Emilia said, "Miss Elise, how about we set out from the Secret Fire Knights headquarters tomorrow morning?"
Elise coughed lightly, patted her cheek, and saluted him formally: "Yes!"
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In Haligard, the thousand-year-old capital of Halrua, the atmosphere is extremely weird at this moment.
More than ten elders received the message and traveled thousands of miles from all directions to Haligard. Together with the eight elders who already lived in the old capital, the number of elders in this city reached a staggering twenty.
This number may be far less than that of the capital, but it is more cohesive.
A few days ago, the triumphant and mocking messages from the elders of Halayach had flooded into the minds of these elders like a tide. They could only angrily close the messages, trying to get a few hours of peace and quiet - but this kind of quarreling was a long-standing tradition in Halruaa, and the mocking messages would come again after eight hours.
Halrua, which has been isolated from the world for decades, has finally welcomed its savior. The messenger of the Goddess of Magic has arrived in Halayach and restored the magic network there.
More than a hundred elders spread the news to every corner of Halrua, and what to do next became a huge problem.
What's worse is that they didn't have long to think about it - the so-called team of messengers would naturally not just restore Halayach's magic network.
Worse still, the messengers only restored the magic network in the areas under the jurisdiction of the Halayach elders. By then, the Halayach people had returned to their full glory, but they were still wallowing in the mire.
Therefore, although many elders living in the south did not go to Halayah to attend the elders' meeting for various reasons, they were not necessarily opponents of Emiya and his group.
However, these elders who gathered temporarily were completely different.
The only thing more appealing than common interests is a common enemy.
Their secret meeting ended briefly, with everyone's face gloomy.
Now that the magic network is paralyzed, there is very little they can do.
However, just as the elders were about to put on their black robes again and leave in all directions, two elders quietly walked to a secret place and started a second secret meeting.
One of the old men, with a waist-length beard, surveyed his surroundings warily. After enveloping the two men in the narrow space of the magic hut, he spoke cautiously, "...Does what you said before still count?"
"Of course it counts." The elder who answered him looked only middle-aged, and seemed to be an extremely rare elder who was promoted after the Spellbane. "The once-mighty Haligard was transformed into a brilliant firework during the Spellbane, or perhaps the darkest firework. For decades, they who claimed to be free from the Demonic Weave have suffered terribly, proving that the so-called Shadow Demonic Weave is nothing more than a pitiful subtype of the Demonic Weave."
"The two lands had little to no contact for decades. While this further divided Halrua, it also allowed them to linger for a few more years. Otherwise, why would the followers of the Goddess of Magic let go of a group of conspirators following Shar? Even so, the countdown to their death had begun."
He pointed at himself and said softly, "And I, under the teachings of the All-Knowing One, at this age and in this environment, have become a six-ring mage, on par with the strongest mages—isn't that enough?"
"Then how do we deal with those messengers?"
"Deal with it?" The middle-aged man smiled, his eyes gleaming with an unfathomable light. "The Demonic Network is also the power of the Omniscient One. How can you be sure that those messengers are not agents of the Omniscient One?"
Son of the Seventeen Elements (I)
The candidates for the Secret Fire Knights set out as usual. However, in the past, they often wore leather armor for ease of movement, making the already arduous journey a little easier. But now, they all wore serious expressions. Not only their armor and weapons, but even the carriages behind them were polished to a gleaming shine, as if they could dazzle anyone in the sunlight.
"...I've actually never been to the Secret Fire Knights. I've never seen the heroic presence of the Goddess's Hand before." Naif, who had come to see them off, looked at the vast convoy and sighed heartily, "Looking back now, this is a great loss for me."
"What heroic image?" However, the leaders of the Hand of the Goddess rudely poured cold water on their words. "While the Secret Fire Knights' armor is of the highest quality, it's impossible to wear it constantly—tens of kilograms of metal is an extremely heavy burden. They may be acting heroically now, but once they calm down, they'll put their armor on the carriages."
"Paladins and paladin candidates all behave like this when they first get good armor," Mars shrugged. "Back then, I gritted my teeth and practiced hard to master the secret technique of sleeping with my armor on. But in the second month, I couldn't resist and found an excuse to take it off to maintain it."
"When I was young, I was confused while wearing armor all night, and I couldn't bear the weight the next day." While the two paladins were sharing their embarrassing experiences of the year, Emilia and Yin completed their final preparations for departure.
Several phantom horses stood quietly in front of the Secret Fire Knights' fortress, silent and without any of the lowering of their heads or pacing that ordinary horses usually do.
Like an illusion, like a phantom.
However, on the sides of these phantom horses, there is a pair of wings like crow feathers folded at the sides of the horses.
"...That, that." This scene deeply shocked Eliser. "I remember my great-grandfather said that the Phantom Pony is a convenient way for outsiders to observe the abilities of a mage..."
Naif, knowing all this, took over the conversation. "Yes. While the mage's Phantom Steed is merely a form of transportation, the mount it summons grows stronger along with the caster: faster and faster, never bogged down in the quicksands of the swamps, yet capable of soaring into the skies. Ultimately, these divine steeds will sprout wings, freely soaring across the sky. When wings appear on a Phantom Steed, it signifies that the caster has become a powerful mage, powerful enough to hold considerable influence in any region of Faerûn."
At this point, the archmage didn't forget to compliment Mars: "Also, a paladin's mount is a better reflection of a person's ability. A paladin who can summon a Pegasus should be qualified to rank among the highest ranks of any paladin order, or even become a Grand Master."
At this point, Naif glanced at Emiya meaningfully. "Everyone, and Miss Metatron, my words may seem a little strange—you are actually qualified to join the Elders Council of Halrua."
Emilia had just climbed onto the horse when she heard these earth-shattering words and almost fell off.
He gathered himself, sat up straight, and said, "Isn't the Council of Elders the highest authority in Halrua? Although I'm already an Eighth Ring Mage, the Eighth Ring is probably just the first threshold for joining the council."
"Yes and no," Naif replied. "There are precedents for those who, despite being talented in other areas, are unable to ascend to the Eighth Ring. Of course, there are also many who have reached the Eighth Ring but have chosen not to join the Council of Elders due to their preoccupation with academics. But generally speaking, the Council of Elders has a quota of 400 members, with seats chosen through a combination of nomination and inheritance. Candidates must be Eighth Ring mages, and must also be Halruaan or followers of the magical pantheon. As you know, the Council of Elders is currently nearly half empty. I believe the Halayah people would be happy to allow you to take a seat on the Council of Elders—if you so desire."
They were certainly not Halruaan...
But believers?
This team came to Halruaa to lay the magic net on behalf of the Goddess of Magic!
But Emiya shook her head and waved her hand, saying, "Let's discuss this matter after we return. However, I have one question: when will the Mage King of Halrua be elected?"
Naif's face was filled with worry when the topic was brought up. "Electing the Mage King is quite troublesome and difficult... At least for a short period of time, Halruaa will be leaderless—if we don't plan to tear Halrua in half."
He chuckled self-deprecatingly. "If, during this trip, the Halegads truly dare to destroy Halrua's traditions and recklessly pursue power, we could be freed from this endless torment—you can call us directly. The Halayachs won't stand idly by. However, I'm afraid the Halegads don't have the guts to do so."
In other words, even the Mage King Halrua would need the approval of the Haligad faction. However, the Haligad people would not split directly over such a political disagreement.
...I hope so.
Finally, Emilia said, "The safety of the Platinum is in your hands. However, it doesn't hold many secrets at this point, so we're not worried about anyone harboring malicious intent."
"Don't worry," Naif waved his hand. "If this ship is damaged in Halayah, we'll offer all of Halayah's airships as compensation!"
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Emiya and his group set out on their journey.
Nearly two hundred years have passed since Halruaa's capital was relocated. Halayahe has become one of Halruaa's most prosperous cities.
Naturally, the second most prosperous city was Halegaard, hundreds of kilometers to the south. These two cities, one in the south and one in the north, became the two centers of Halrua.
The roads between them were naturally the most carefully maintained. All of the Goddess' Hands followed the same path as Emiya and her group, forming a massive procession heading in all directions of Halrua, before gradually diverging at various forks in the road.
The speed of Emiya's group's Phantom Horses was naturally far greater than that of the trucks that had to carry a large amount of cargo. Therefore, even though they set out quite a while later, they soon left the last batch of Goddess's Hands behind them. The speed of the Goddess's Hands was really limited. After arriving at their destination, they would rather not immediately enter Haligard, but observe the situation of the city from the outside before finally revealing their identities.
That's why they couldn't use the Platinum—an airship that wasn't Halruaan-style would be conspicuous enough—even an airship that was still running would be conspicuous enough in itself!
However, when Emiya looked back at Yin's current condition, she began to doubt whether they could keep it secret - whether Yin was willing to hide.
At this moment, Silver and Metatron had both changed into moon-white, light, long dresses. The hems of these dresses were incredibly long. Even though they were both on Phantom Pony, the hems could easily touch the ground, completely covering their lower bodies.
And this is exactly the purpose of Emilia making this long dress.
Beneath their long skirts, strands of silver fire were flowing out of their bodies, dripping into the ground along the way. Now it was night, and if one looked down from high above, one could see scattered specks of silver-white light dotted across the ground.
At this moment, Yin was not sitting on a separate phantom pony. Her consciousness was slightly distracted, and she sat contentedly behind Emiya, leaning on his back, unconsciously humming the melodious elven tune. Meanwhile, Metatron, who had also spent a lot of energy laying the magic net, was also unusually distracted, almost subconsciously singing along with Yin's song.
Silver was beyond Emiya's expectation... or perhaps it was natural that he was quite good at, or extremely good at, singing.
Emilia doesn't like listening to songs, but she has heard Sig sing.
Unfortunately, the difference was so great that even an outsider like him could easily tell the difference. Yin's voice, which could make even the soul tremble, possessed an infectious power beyond knowledge. Her voice echoed behind Emiya, yet it made him feel his soul tremble.
How should I put it? Miss Gelong’s control over her voice may be superb, but from a purely singing perspective, Xige, who is half a self-taught singer, probably still has a lot of work to do.
At this moment, a deafening dragon roar accompanied by crackling lightning streaked across the sky at an extremely inopportune time.
Emiya raised her head with a hint of dissatisfaction.
Above the false sky that Halrua had invested all its resources in, a crimson dragon soared across the sky with unbridled impunity. Its flight was at least several thousand meters high, making it impossible for the Halrua people to detect its illusion.
It obviously didn't think it would encounter any danger, so its flying posture was quite relaxed, casually dragging a purple lightning trail in the clouds.
"...Huh?" Emilia was stunned.
Lightning trails!?
Red dragons are born in volcanoes and bathe in lava - they have never had anything to do with the element of air or lightning!
On the contrary, the breath of the blue dragon and even the singing dragon will bring with it thunder and electric sparks.
Previously, they had often been within ten kilometers of the dragon, merely confirming its presence, never this close. Emiya hadn't considered this a problem—both chromatic and metallic dragons had been thoroughly studied in the material plane.
But now it seems their carelessness may have been a fatal mistake.
He slightly tightened the reins, took out a telescope from his waist, and took in the red dragon's posture.
Then, in a rare moment, he shuddered.
A clear evolution or mutation had occurred on their bodies—protrusions like lightning rods sprouted from the red dragon's horns, sparks flying between them. A subtle purple glow shone from the dragon's scales. Its long tail and legs swung through the air, effortlessly creating vast swathes of lightning.
“…” His expression was somewhat solemn.
His previous plan had always been to face armies of dragons that lacked sufficient magical support.
As a result, the already powerful dragon actually received an additional boost from Abel! ?
Almost at the same moment, Metatron stopped singing, and Sig frowned and tilted his head.
Sig said, "...Strange, there's a cry for help. Someone's yelling for help. The voice is quite hoarse, it doesn't seem like a fake."
Their whereabouts and exact location were a secret. Even if the Haligad people had any ideas, they probably wouldn't set an ambush on the Halua Avenue that ran through the north and south.
Emiya and his group immediately rushed to the source of the sound.
It was a Halua woman, tears streaming down her face, her makeup completely smudged from crying. Her hands, for some unknown reason, bore many burn marks and hung limply at her sides.
When she saw Emiya's unusual group, her hoarse voice suddenly tinged with hope: "Everyone! Everyone! Please have mercy! My sister is about to give birth! The Elders' Council is being held right now, and the mages are all going to Haligard. I took her there for help, but halfway there she seemed to feel very uncomfortable, screaming and crying out in pain, as if she was about to give birth. I had no choice but to give it a try..."
She raised her scorched hand, shaking, her voice choking with sobs: "I don't know what happened... but he burned my hand!"
Sons of the Eighteen Elements (Part 2)
Pregnancy and childbirth may not be such dangerous things in Faerun.
In fact, believers in the church often had to pay two taxes - one to possible lords and superiors, and an additional tithe to the church of faith.
This is also the basic source of income for major churches.
Of course, believers can get help from priests, but this help does not necessarily mean precious divine arts.
But childbirth is obviously another matter—if the birth is successful, the church gains a convert at almost no cost. If the mother dies in childbirth, the church loses two.
Therefore, the church will not spare any efforts at this time.
—But if a fetus can wreak havoc in the womb, things instantly go from a normal birth to an extremely dangerous signal.
The Phantom Horse's speed suddenly increased to its limit.
In Halruaan today, the Secret Fire Knights' prestige is clearly quite high. Emiya's group wasn't wearing typical Halruaan attire, and the woman who had called for help was initially hesitant. But upon seeing Elise, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She couldn't actually run very far alone. With the Phantom Pony's full gallop speed, they reached the pregnant woman in less than a minute.
And finding her location was easier than expected.
As the distance to the pregnant woman got closer, the disgusting burnt smell in the air began to penetrate everyone's mouth and nose.
This unusual sign made Emiya's scalp tingle. The woman on Mars's back was so nervous that she almost retched, muttering, "Olma...Olma..."
Soon, a carriage parked on the side of the road came into the sight of Emiya and his party.
[There's no ambush.] Metatron said.
After getting rid of their last concerns, Emiya and his group jumped off the Phantom Horse.
At this time, only women should be allowed on board. The most suitable people in the group are naturally those who know healing magic.
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