Equipment Printing School Mage

That brilliant and dazzling light will inevitably lead to a series of chain reactions.

The most urgent thing was to stop it from radiating its brilliance. In just a few seconds, the sounds of birds and beasts running and flapping their wings were endless - God knows how many of these sounds belonged to the druids.

Emilia's mind raced as she quickly stepped forward and said to Fenwe without turning back, "I have no intention of taking the Confessor back right now, but I want to at least move it away temporarily. Is that okay?"

Fenwe almost instinctively wanted to object, but seeing the holy sword illuminate half of the holy land, and the brilliance was getting stronger and stronger, she gritted her teeth and said, "—We have a covenant! Long branches, thick leaves. The penitent will be temporarily under the disposal of Mr. Emilia."

"I know."

With the druid's permission, the two tree people who were watching eagerly did not make any response, and Emilia immediately began the emergency rescue work.

A treasure suddenly starts to glow due to unknown effects. What should you do with it?

In fact, the solution may be so simple and crude that it will surprise you.

Emilia stretched out her right hand and grasped the hilt of the Confessor's sword from a few steps away.

Several enchanted runes of unknown meaning have been added to the Confessor, and one of them happens to be suitable for this situation.

Emilia's voice suddenly rose and he began to use a strange language.

This language was so rare that no one present except Emilia knew it. However, its pronunciation was high-pitched but not harsh, its tone was solemn but not rigid, and its speed was coherent but not hurried, allowing people to hear every syllable being spoken.

Emilia quickly recited the activation words, and a thick black fog instantly spread out from the Confessor's sword, and the light that was originally radiating was swallowed up completely in an instant.

The Holy Land returned to darkness.

Mars was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but exclaim in the darkness, "This beam of light can actually be dispelled? So the bright light just now was the sword's own radiance? What kind of magical object is this that can emit such brilliance?"

Emiya was silent for a moment, then hesitantly broke the paladin's fantasy, "Uh, the bright light just now was a pure accident. I simply activated the enchantment above to block the bright light for a short period of time.

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"Mars, please help put it back into the cave, otherwise the entire sacred forest will be illuminated by the light in a few minutes."

"...Enchantment?" The paladin pondered the word, his eyes losing their brilliance. "I've read about weapon enchantments. What kind of enchantment can achieve this function?"

In the pitch darkness, Emiya's voice sounded as if it was a matter of course: "A dark rune that can release dark magic."

Mars was stunned for a moment, his eyes completely lost focus, leaving only confusion.

"Let me ask, what is the point of enchanting a sword with darkness? Does this sword grant the wielder the power to see through magical darkness?"

"Well, it doesn't make sense. I just learned the Dark Arts around that time, and I added it when my instructor was teaching me enchantment. Besides, this sword doesn't have the magical power to see through the darkness of magic, at least not yet."

"Then, this dark rune should be usable against enemies, right?"

"Uh..." Emiya's voice was unusually guilty. "I was just a beginner at that time, so the enchantments were all targeted at the sword itself."

"So, once the enchantment on this sword is activated, it will first plunge the holder into a magical darkness that even he cannot see through." Mars' voice was full of confusion. "...This sword should have other enchantments, right?"

Emiya answered immediately, "Yes. There's also a shrinking rune. It can reduce the Confessor to the size of an ordinary greatsword. Very useful."

"...Practical...?" Mars obviously disagreed.

After reciting the rune for the second time, the Confessor had returned to the size of an ordinary greatsword. Emilia stepped forward and groped in the darkness to grasp the hilt of the Confessor.

Then, the silver flames swirling around the sword touched his body again.

The scene that I once felt in the Selune Church reappeared.

The world seemed to have been stripped away, revealing its essence. All Emiya could see at that moment were silver threads scattered across the sky. These dense threads entwined and danced in the air, like dancing silver flames.

However, in this holy land, the density of the silver threads is far beyond that of an ordinary church.

When he was in the church, he had seen a silver sea of ​​fire in the distance.

And at this moment, he was standing in the middle of this blazing sea of ​​fire. Anchor point.

For some reason, this was the only word that came to his mind to describe the sea of ​​fire.

——And for some reason, in this sea of ​​fire, the most vigorous silver fire actually came from the penitents.

This strange magical vision was like an illusion, appearing and disappearing as quickly as it did. Just as Emilia tried to concentrate, it vanished without a trace.

However, now is not the time to dwell on this.

Although the process was messy and completely beyond his own expectations, he did get the Confessor back.

Fenwei pursed his lips, then rushed forward, hugged Emilia's arm, and whispered in his ear: "It's my fault this time. You can take the sword back."

"But the other druids will be here soon. This incident involves the Holy Land, and words alone are not enough. They will definitely find a way to keep the sword away from the Holy Land!"

"Mr. Ally? I've kept my promise. Now it's your turn."

During this short period of time, the sounds of birds and beasts breaking through the air became clearer and clearer.

Emiya pondered for a moment and asked, "Do other druids know about the existence of this sword?"

"No, I just mentioned to them that I found a special magical item." Fenwei tugged at her leaf skirt and said, "The so-called competition is not only a competition of talent and resources, but also a confrontation of ideas. I also hope to attract other druids to join my path. So I didn't keep it completely secret."

"But now that such a big accident has happened, I'm afraid this has become my weak spot."

"No, that's enough."

Emiya took off the dimensional hole from her waist, quickly spread it on the ground, threw the confessor who was still shrouded in black fog into it, and took out a wooden bottle from the dimensional hole.

It contains Moonfire.

He put away the dimensional hole and drew the long sword from his waist.

It seems that the Moon Rune I just learned will come in handy soon.

Twenty-six hissing snakes

While druids' lifespans are exceptional among professions, as a druid grows stronger, they eventually achieve eternal youth, achieving a lifespan ten times that of their peers. Therefore, it's entirely possible for an elven druid to live for thousands of years. While not every druid is this powerful, the power bestowed upon them by nature allows them to withstand harm and illness.

But the druids obviously did not have the habit of procrastinating like some immortal species - there were only a few minutes between the time the light appeared and the druids appeared in front of everyone.

Considering that it was probably only the early morning, a considerable number of druids were probably awakened from their sleep.

Dire wolves, cheetahs, and falcons as tall as horses...

Almost all of them are top-tier speed fighters among animals. This also shows how much importance the druids attach to this matter.

However, the first creature to arrive was even more outrageous than the other four combined.

While it possesses four limbs, its hind limbs are stout while its forelimbs are short, each with only three toes. Its body is covered in dense scales, which appear like tangled muscles in the dim light. At least 70% of its mass is distributed above its hind limbs, causing its body to lean heavily forward. This unique structure also necessitates a long, strong, iron-clad tail for balance.

It does not seem to have a particularly obvious hunting structure, probably because it only needs its row of bloody mouths that can cut through gold and jade to bite off the vital parts of any prey.

This creature was nearly four meters tall and nearly ten meters long. Its forelimbs alone were taller than anyone's head. Just walking on the ground made the group feel the ground shaking.

Upon seeing this creature, Eswhite almost screamed out, "What the hell is that? Is that a beast too?!"

Emiya's eyebrows twitched involuntarily - his knowledge of biology was quite limited, both on Earth and in Faerun - but this creature seemed to be a very famous dinosaur.

In Faerun, you can even see druids transformed into dinosaurs.

Mars recalled for a moment and quickly replied, "...That's an Allosaurus, a type of dinosaur. This species is found in Chult, the southernmost region of Faerun, across the sea from Calimshan. Perhaps this druid is from Chult."

"Calimshan is far enough! Old man, I've never left the Sword Coast in my life!"

The druid, transformed into an Allosaurus, had rushed all the way here, arriving before his colleagues, not to brag. He rushed in front of Fenwe and growled, "Fenwe?! What are you doing? This is holy ground!"

Obviously, unlike Narcissus, the newly arrived druid was much friendlier.

But even so, he couldn't suppress his shock and anger.

Fenwei glanced at Emiya, who was still surrounded by the tree people, and took a deep breath.

She turned around and said to Allosaurus, "Nkuba, don't get involved in this matter. I will accept whatever the final outcome of the meeting is."

The druid named Nkuba glanced back at his colleagues who were about to arrive and said, "...It would be best if so. I've always said that druids shouldn't prioritize magic over nature."

When discussing this topic, Fenwë's face suddenly became serious. "—And I also said that how to view nature is the right of every druid, and no one else can interfere."

Hearing this, the Allosaurus's massive head couldn't help but sank slightly. "So, in your opinion, outsiders are more trustworthy than fellow druids."

"I didn't say that!"

During this brief exchange, the other druids arrived. Narcissus, in the form of a hawk, arrived next, wings as broad as clouds folded across his back. He perched on the slightly elevated roots, almost as tall as Finwë, and from his beak uttered a cry of astonishment and fury: "Finwë! I have already made impertinent assumptions about your folly and madness, but I never expected you to surpass my expectations! What have you done?!"

Fenwei hesitated for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

The worst part about this matter was that she didn't know what was going on. And the unknown is always the most awe-inspiring thing.

But in this matter, whether she remained silent or evaded responsibility, it would obviously further worsen her situation in the circle.

What's worse is that there are quite a few druids who are eyeing her covetously.

There are two reasons why she has gained the support of other druids.

First, the druids who are not from the Korhal faction are not willing to let Korhal become the controller of the circle easily. In this way, they are destined to be excluded as they are not direct descendants of Korhal, so it is better for them to give it a try in the competition.

Secondly, under the above premise, the druids lack the power to compete with Korhal. Finwë is the only emerging force.

Therefore, Fenwe is actually the leader in the fight against Korhal - but the premise of all this is that she will not pose a threat to the Holy Land.

This is the Achilles' heel of all druids. Once she exposes an intolerable risk in this regard, she will immediately become an isolated figure in the circle.

Therefore, there must be no slack in this regard.

Fenwei replied without hesitation, "Of course, the demons from Hell have been brought in. The Sacred Forest you see now is an illusion. In fact, the entire Holy Land has been destroyed. Is this answer satisfactory to you?"

Narciss, who was originally furious, was choked by this and was speechless for a long time. After a long while, he roared, "This is related to the Holy Land. Do you think you can just brush it off like this?"

"Then I want to ask you, what did I do?"

"You...!" Narcissus's hair stood on end in anger. He stretched out his wings and pointed at the surrounding sacred trees. "Who among us didn't see that sudden brilliance just now? Do you think we are all blind?"

Fenwei's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "So? Then what? What happened?"

She made room, pointed her finger at the air, and chanted a spell.

A huge ball of light appeared in the air, and the darkness within a hundred meters around it was instantly dispelled, revealing the intact sacred tree.

Just as she said—although the wave of light just now was beyond everyone's expectations and shook the entire circle, it was indeed not a scorching light of destruction.

Although the two tree people, Long Branch and Thick Leaf, were protecting the Confessor, they did not notice anything unusual - this was proof that the Radiance was harmless.

However, in this conflict, the crux of the dispute was not the facts - the key was the other druids' confidence in Finwë.

So, it is not enough to just silence Nazionales.

Among the many animals that arrived, the latest to arrive was a giant green python that was perhaps tens of meters long.

While Fenwei was arguing with Narcissus, the giant python's half-human-high head had already circled the field slowly. When the giant python finally returned to Narcissus's side, the argument between the two ended with Narcissus's defeat.

When the giant python spoke, it was unexpectedly in support of Finwe: "Everyone, please listen to me - we druids will soon work together in the same circle and serve the same sacred forest. And our ultimate goal in competing here is to make the sacred forest more prosperous."

"If we become enemies in order to compete, and live under the same tree canopy with hatred in our hearts, it will only torment each of us in the long years to come."

"And Miss Fenwei is an outstanding figure among us. She creatively carved runes into trees and then animated them. The tree formation she created solved the problem of magic formations being easily destroyed and has been a great inspiration to all of us. She absolutely deserves the respect of every one of us."

The giant python coiled up its body, and its head slowly rose higher than everyone present.

Its status was obviously very special. As soon as it opened its mouth, the other druids present subconsciously kept a certain distance from it.

The giant python remained unfazed and continued, "So, any overreaction would be extremely unfair to the Fenwe sisters. Nature is magnificent and mysterious, and even we cannot claim to understand it completely. So we should be tolerant of the Fenwe sisters' mistakes."

This was completely unexpected for Fenwei herself, and her prepared counterattack was suddenly unleashed. Suddenly, the only sound in the holy land was the giant python's unrestrained chatter.

Until the last words came out of the python.

"I think, at least this time, the Fenwei sisters themselves should not be punished."

Fenwei was startled and shouted, "Moonsong! You!"

While they were chatting and laughing, Fenwei's punishment had already become a result.

If he had to choose, Finwë would rather be punished himself than allow the growth of the Holy Oak to be affected.

But Moonsong had already calmly stated his conclusion: "Sister Fenwe, please temporarily remove your offering from the holy ground. Until Archdruid Korhal confirms that your offering is harmless."

Finwë gritted his teeth and asked, "So, when will Lord Korhal return to the woodlands?"

Moonson's answer was unusually straightforward: "I don't know. This is Lord Korha's own secret."

Mars frowned, stepped forward and said, "Archdruid Korhal himself is also participating in the [Competition], and Fenwe's sacrifice is crucial to the outcome of the competition. Korhal should avoid it at all costs!"

This answer didn't seem to surprise the python at all. He nodded, his tongue moving in and out. "I understand. All druids in the circle should recuse themselves. This request is reasonable. Then, we should move the sacrifice to the nearest other circle."

"In other words, how about sending it to the Cloak Forest on the Sword Coast?"

This answer nearly made Fenwë's eyes blaze with anger—the Cloakwood Circle was indeed the closest to the Sharptooth Forest, only a few hundred kilometers away. For a high-level druid, this wasn't an insurmountable distance.