Equipment Printing School Mage
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Three Worlds (Part 2)
"Woohoo!" Looking at the elemental storm that was finally receding, Yin cheered excitedly, "This thing that Huang Ling has made is much more interesting than I thought! How about we go to every outer plane next time-"
"Stop for a moment!"
With the concerted efforts of the entire team, the last piece of elemental amber on Silver's body was pried out from between Emiya Silver's fingers. The multiverse once again avoided a huge crisis, which is truly cause for celebration.
Unfortunately, it was clear that as Yin grew stronger, the frequency of these crises would likely increase dramatically. Emiya also confirmed one thing: Yin had seemed lazy before because she was powerless at the time.
If this kind of devil could be a little lazy, it would be better for everyone - even herself.
Now, Yin was sitting on the boat sulking, and everyone was exchanging frantic glances: Think of a way to attract this guy's attention away!
Metatron said cautiously, "My Lord, don't you want to take us to visit... your former residence?"
"Really? Is that true?" Yin shook his head and closed his eyes. "I can't remember where it is!"
Why in this world would some people throw their original purpose aside just because of a sudden whim?
Emiya took a deep breath: "...wasn't it you who brought us here in the first place?"
"Oh, really?" Yin imitated Emiya's usual cold tone, almost indistinguishable from the real thing. "It seems so. I don't want to take it with me now. Let's go back."
This guy!
Emiya immediately felt the entire team's attention focused on her—now that Yin had just revealed his true identity to everyone. Although Yin claimed that he could treat her as usual, and she was still acting like a spoiled brat, it was still difficult for others to immediately cross this psychological threshold.
Although no one spoke in the mind connection, their eyes were saying the same thing.
You're her boyfriend, her fiancé. Even if she becomes a god, this relationship won't end. "Do something!"
Emiya couldn't help but ponder.
Sweet words are of no use to someone like Yin - they're not in bed now.
In this situation, if you want to "coax" her, you can only directly bring up a topic that she is very interested in.
Of course, Yin is only interested in magic. Even her god friends can't compare with magic.
The problem is that if you want to restore Yin to this state, it is definitely useless to use simple, unoriginal questions.
"...Teacher." Emiya made up her mind and as soon as she opened her mouth, Metatron was startled and his face was full of disbelief.
"I thought we had a master-disciple relationship. And you betrayed me at this moment?!"
Emiya thought the mental connection had been severed and did not respond at all.
But no matter what, Metatron's identity and status are still very special - Emiya clearly saw that Silver's ears stood up.
"Teacher, your battle record since you joined us should be the strongest among us," Emiya asked mercilessly, "—you should be about to break through to the Tenth Ring Mage, right?"
Metatron's expression is incredibly wonderful.
Her face, which was actually quite calm most of the time, was first shocked, then flushed with shame and anger, and finally looked like she had lost all hope in life.
Silver, who was originally throwing a tantrum, immediately jumped up and jumped to Metatron's side with an extremely serious look: "...Meta, what have you been doing since my death?"
His own arcane talent was obviously the topic Metatron least wanted to talk about - especially in front of Silver!
Emiya has already begun to stride forward towards the Nine Rings! Emiya has crossed the distance of thousands of years in just six years... This shocking fact is too exciting even for the Seraph God Servant!
Metatron's face flushed crimson, and he could only mumble, "...At the moment, I have no idea."
"...Then choose something simple! One that's close to your race, one that you're already familiar with!" Yin gestured. "Even if it's just manipulating your Sky Dance Sword to create a large spinning blade? There are so many useless spells in every level of magic, so one of yours wouldn't hurt!"
"Are you trying to comfort me?!" Metatron's flawless face, as white as jade, turned red to the point of bleeding after being retorted.
At this moment, Emiya subconsciously glanced at the elemental storm that had almost dissipated without a trace, and murmured, "...Speaking of which, does the elemental storm phenomenon only occur with the four basic elements?"
"An elemental storm is essentially an increasingly intense combustion. As long as the current energy intensity can further stimulate stable matter and allow this violence to spread, it can theoretically occur in any substance. However, without a desolate spirit or an elemental lord to act as the first spark, it's difficult to ignite. In fact, with Meta's strength, he can try to become that spark..."
At this point, Yin was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "Alright! Meta! You can't think of a way to cast a tenth-level spell, right? Then I'll give you the task – to create a positive energy storm. It needs to be like an elemental storm, able to absorb and stimulate the vitality of other organisms, converting them into positive energy and gathering it. Now go figure it out!"
Metatron was stunned for a moment.
What does it mean to absorb and stimulate the vitality in other organisms?
Vitality, magic... These things are extremely mysterious in the world and difficult to materialize and quantify. However, usually the clergy usually use the method of instilling positive energy to help and enhance the injured.
What had she just heard? Using magic to restore the life force in a living being to positive energy?
She used all positive words, but the way it was implemented looked like witchcraft! The moment she figured out this spell, she could pack her bags and get ready to become Zariel's neighbor!
"This is all nonsense," Metatron said firmly. "I disagree. High-purity positive energy doesn't distinguish between friend and foe. I don't see the point of this spell."
"Why is your thinking so rigid?"
Obviously, Yin liked this kind of topic the most, and the little awkwardness just now was forgotten by her unknowingly.
However, she probably didn't realize that her gentle persuasion was increasingly resembling that of a certain red-haired wizard: "Are animals the only living things in this world? To extract that positive energy, why not contact the druids first and have them create a dense forest? Then use this spell to [ignite] the forest. Let the dense forest turn into ignited twigs—and once the fire is burning, you'll naturally have more things you want to do."
"Look, aren't Larloch's liches perfect targets? Even if the liches could escape, wouldn't Larloch's millennia of accumulated wisdom still be completely burned to ashes? Not even his phylactery would be able to escape."
"Uh..." Metatron thought to himself that something was wrong.
After only a few months with Emiya and Sig, Misriel had already learned all kinds of rhetoric. Her emotional intelligence, which was already extraordinary but rarely used, finally started to work... She really couldn't stand it anymore!
Metatron said with difficulty: "...That is a matter of the future after all. Is that not why we are here?"
"Then you can choose another way." Yin said with a smile, "Now go to Arvandor and pluck a few feathers from the wings of Fillorisel and Lashriel for me. Then you will prove that you don't need to improve the arcane."
"...Then I'd better study the arcane." Metatron said sullenly, "This sentence sounds familiar. Have you said it before?"
"How is that possible?" Yin said solemnly, "You must have remembered it wrongly."
"Is it?"
Sig, who was standing by, was silent for a moment, then elbowed Emiya and her group, and immediately began to ask: […Who are these two elves?]
"This is an Elvish name, but they are not elves." Emiya said, "They are twin brothers, of the same race... Seraphim, who follow the Elven God-King Corellon... Old."
At the same time, the difference in strength between the individual members of the Seraphim was imperceptible. It was impossible for Metatron to defeat two twins of the same clan who were as close as one.
——Not to mention, the servants of the Seraphim God often never leave the main god.
Therefore, what Yin just said can also be translated as: You, go to the Kingdom of Elves and take over the entire kingdom.
As long as Metatron is not crazy, there is no way he will accept this task.
"You may not accept it, but I won't make things difficult for you."
At this moment, Yin tilted his head slightly: "You and Emiya will be able to use it soon."
Almost at the same time, or as if in response to her words, a portal suddenly opened above them, and an entire army poured out of it.
That was an entire cavalry army.
They rode on marvelous six-hoofed war horses and came stepping on the rainbow.
Each member of this cavalry unit wore thick iron battle armor, their faces hidden behind their helmets. The golden steam of mead seemed to replace their breath, gushing out from the cracks in their armor.
After they stepped out of the portal, their goal was very clear: they headed straight for the Platinum.
The leading captain tried to get in front of the Platinum, but sadly discovered that the speed of his divine horse was far from enough to catch up with the Platinum at normal cruising speed. He could only roar behind the Platinum: "The ten thousand year deadline has come! Emya of Lunya, our Lord Odin's Wild Hunt army challenges you again! Don't run! Fight us again!"
Four Worlds (Part 3)
A period of ten thousand years?!
When Emiya heard this word, she was shocked.
This guy Yin once vowed that time is a very dangerous thing and should never be treated lightly.
And now, before they even got back to ten thousand years ago, their enemies showed up?!
Moreover, according to Yin, shouldn't the space-time gate be more like a tourist attraction? They couldn't do anything about it in the past. Why did they still cause hatred?
In comparison, the fact that there is Odin in this world is somewhat insignificant - although Emiya is not at all sure whether Midgard, which is governed by Odin, is the same place as his Earth.
Probably not... If Odin is real, then the other myths on Earth are entirely possible to be true. How can Earth be governed by so many true gods who control countless worlds at the same time?
No, the problem now was obvious—Emia had long known that they couldn't have gone back ten thousand years just to travel! They'd probably done some earth-shattering things, either voluntarily or under duress.
Secondly…Emia glanced at the murderous Wild Hunt army.
The words they used were not that harsh, and it seemed that at least it was not a blood feud.
Emilia's mind raced, and she immediately shouted, "Everyone! You're chasing me a few days too early! We still don't know what happened ten thousand years ago. Please come back another day!"
"You can do this once, but not a third time!" the leading captain roared. "We've spent ten thousand years regrouping. We won't be fooled by you again! Now, I don't care whether you know what happened or not. The most important thing for you now is to get beaten up!"
What on earth did they do ten thousand years ago?!
At this moment, Yin silently put a note into Emiya's hand: "Don't worry, they didn't wrongly accuse you - look."
what.
Aimiya frowned and read the words on it: "A brass dragon's tongue, with the tail feathers of the golden rooster Fayala tied to one end, and the wing feathers of a chaotic good Seraph tied to the other end, dried in a vortex of fire elementals... What the hell is this?!"
He was already close to being a Nine-Ring Mage, but he had never seen such bizarre spellcasting materials!
Of course they have a brass dragon tongue, but the problem is that dragon tongue is the most common of all materials!
Golden Rooster Fayala, Emiya knew this name.
Emya had long known that this world also had Odin. This god's realm, called Yosgard or Yosgard, was one of the worlds inhabited by chaotic good gods. Unlike Arvandor (also known as Olympia), another chaotic good realm, the creatures of Yosgard enjoyed a completely identical life.
--war!
It's important to note that the Outer Planes are often the abodes of the gods. Souls who die are reborn within the gods' realms, enjoying a brand new life—but this doesn't mean these reborn souls are invincible. A significant number of them simply find a new lease on life within the gods' realms, enjoying the gods' protection. However, this protection is limited to within the realms themselves. If they choose to leave the realms and seek refuge in other Outer Planes, ultimately dying for some reason, they too will die. And this time, they won't have a second chance at life. Demons and devils are rare exceptions.
The most terrible thing for Emiya now is that, in addition to the evil demons, there is also a kind creature from the divine world who is an exception.
Yes, unfortunately, they are the souls or heroic spirits who were reborn in Joseph's Garden.
The natural resurrection of demons and devils often takes hundreds of years, but the resurrection of the heroic spirits in Joseph's Garden is not that long.
It took a day.
Every dawn, the golden rooster Phaara crows into the sky, and the heroes who died in the battle of the previous day will be reborn in Odin's golden palace, ready to join the battle again.
Now, they are entangled by this group of immortal warriors!
Looking at the note in her hand, Emilia had already guessed what they were going to do: they were going to sneak into the Golden Palace and cut off the tail feathers of the golden rooster Faiala.
"Tell me the truth, what kind of spell is this material for?"
"You want to know?" Yin smiled brightly. "I'll tell you after we beat back these Odin warriors and go back to my old residence."
"Can't we just not fight?"
"I'm not Odin, they won't listen to me." Yin said as if it was a matter of course.
Behind them, the Wild Hunt, though they hadn't yet launched their attack, had already begun their final check before the battle: "Tower shield?"
The Wild Hunt shouted in agreement, raising massive shields one after another, hoping to completely cover even their mounts: "Airtight!"
"Longbowman?"
One golden composite shortbow after another was stretched out towards the sky: "Shoot and you'll hit the target!"
The Wild Hunt's passion for pursuing Emya was obviously much greater than Emya had anticipated, and Emya's hasty perfunctory response failed to shake their fighting spirit in the slightest.
"Ten thousand years ago, they brazenly stole our glory in front of the Golden Palace. As Odin's champions, we should accept our shortcomings, but we must never accept defeat. This has been going on for ten thousand years! Today is our moment to avenge that humiliation! From today on, we are worthy of quaffing the mead!"
The Wild Hunt had no intention of explaining the cause and effect. After a brief mobilization, the leading captain simply raised his bronze snake-shaped trombone and shouted: "Woo--!"
Then, the Wild Hunts took an extremely strange formation - they stacked up into a sphere in mid-air, hiding most of them behind shields.
And here comes the reason why they used composite shortbows: they were trying to cover their bodies as much as possible.
It is naturally impossible for Emiya and his group to surrender.
Although they often joked and played around, and almost no one put on airs, they were all fundamentally proud and arrogant, and were only willing to bend over backwards for urgent matters.
Being caught up for no apparent reason, and not even given the slightest chance to negotiate...
Since you don’t want to talk about it, then let’s not talk about it.
Emiya looked up—the team was probably made up of hundreds of cavalrymen. However, these cavalrymen could also be understood as flying cavalry—not to mention, in the Chaos Sea, gravity did not exist.
However, at this moment, Yin suddenly said, "I told you, this is the Chaos Sea—I don't recommend casting spells."
Unfortunately, all members of Team Emiya were spellcasters, and their first reaction when facing battle was to cast spells.
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