Equipment Printing School Mage

"Yes~" The originally huge six-armed snake demon changed its shape slightly, and the evil demon body was almost instantly surrounded by holy light. The two arms disappeared, and the snake body transformed into a pair of muscular legs, and a pair of wings bloomed behind her.

She spun around and used her left hand to pick up the falling mace. She also took the opportunity to hold Emiya tightly on her shoulder with her right hand. "What exactly is this elemental amber you're talking about?"

"You'll see it soon," Aimia replied.

Today's most powerful artillery has abandoned traditional alchemical gunpowder and instead uses the purest elemental explosions to propel the shells.

The most important principle of artillery is to release energy in a sufficiently closed space.

—Now, Igirock's powerful body was about to become a new cannon barrel. And it was its own body that was about to be torn to pieces by this force.

Along with the sound of snapping fingers, Igirock's roar, which was originally in the air, slowly changed shape.

He seemed to realize something, and his outstretched claws suddenly bent back as if they had springs inside.

And Emilia's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

——This monster is brutal and ruthless, but at the same time, it has extremely high combat intelligence!

Igilock roared, and his sharp claws actually tore towards his lower body.

And there was the part that had just been hit by Fenwei and embedded in the amber.

Without even a hint of hesitation, Igilock tore his lower body apart completely. The shell and flesh that had just regenerated were torn into a horrible gap by his own hands.

The damage caused by Fenwei's powerful attack just now was not even as terrible as the wound he caused by his own suicide!

Normally, this would be a suicidal move—but for Emilia, it was very bad.

The amber that was deeply embedded in his flesh and blood was thus exposed to the air again.

Almost at the same time, the power in the amber was completely released.

Thunder, storm, rock, metal—

Countless wonderful elements exploded in Igilock's body almost at the same time.

The middle of Igilock's massive body instantly swelled up like a balloon, transforming the once robust beast into something ridiculous. At the same time, crackling electric sparks began to flicker within and across his body.

Then, rocks and metals began to grow and spread wildly in his body. Soon, his swollen body surface was pierced from the inside by sharp metals, hissing like a punctured balloon - his huge body even fluttered like a burst balloon, and the originally rushing kinetic energy was simply not worth mentioning in the face of the power of elemental amber!

Igilock's resolute suicide itself was an extremely serious injury. Combined with the explosion of elemental amber, the blood in the giant beast's body almost spurted out in all directions like a fountain.

"...!"

Emiya pursed her lips.

Tarrasque's blood itself was one of the purposes of their trip.

Normally, he should be ecstatic about this...

However, as he expected, the result of this attack should be far better than the current one, and should even be enough to destroy Igilock's body.

Igilock's combat wisdom and decisiveness exceeded his expectations—he actually realized the threat of Elemental Amber so quickly, and at the same time, he hurt himself without hesitation, preventing Elemental Amber from killing him in one go!

Elemental amber is a real consumable, and even Emilia is unwilling to completely use elemental amber to deplete Igilock's life.

And Elastrid understood the power of elemental amber, and she realized almost at the same time as Emilia that this earth-shattering blow only repelled Igilocque.

She whispered, "...Emiya, collect the blood. We should first ensure some victory."

These words actually came from the mouth of Elastri, the most reckless of the entire team? Faced with a formidable enemy, she actually changed her temper?

Emilia was startled, nodded slightly, bent down, and used her magical skills to knead the soft soil into almost airtight mud bricks, collecting the blood that was flowing all over the ground.

The stone maw of a golden dragon needs to be filled with a mixture of tarrasque blood and hydra bile.

A golden dragon's stomach filled with rocks...it must be a behemoth weighing several tons.

To accommodate such a monster, more than just a drop of blood is needed.

Behind Emiya and her group, the Wild Hunts were dumbfounded as they watched an extremely bizarre scene.

The thick blood that was flowing freely had already begun to slowly merge into the ground covered with ashes, but the land suddenly seemed to come alive. The originally slightly muddy soil seemed to come alive and turned into solid rammed earth in the blink of an eye.

They stuck together tightly, preventing the Tarrasque blood from seeping in. At the same time, a large area of ​​rammed earth slowly rose from the ground, forming a vast basin, completely gathering large amounts of blood.

While doing this, the young wizard was able to distract himself and loudly ask the Wild Hunt group: "Excuse me, is Igilok far away from here now?"

However, before the Wild Hunter could answer, another voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

The voice was filled with the ecstasy that Emiya was all too familiar with. "What's with those maces you just made?! I hadn't even noticed them, and they were so powerful? What on earth are those maces?"

It's Mystrel.

"We're very busy right now." If it were usual, Emilia would have already hugged her and ravaged her, but now he just felt bored and annoyed: "Besides, if I tell you my secret, will you help me out in any way?"

"Haha, no." Misriel refused without hesitation. "I might help you when I'm in a good mood, but since I didn't ask for it, you can't ask for it. Even if you ask, there's nothing you can do."

"...Humph." Emilia's temper also flared up. "Then please guess for yourself. With your intelligence, you can probably figure it out at a glance, right?"

Since Misriel is the goddess of time, even if she doesn't observe everything that will happen in the future, she can still guess a little.

Since she knew that Emiya and her group came for the twelve-ring spell, she probably wouldn't kill them all just because of a small conflict.

To put it another way, if she was really that troublesome, and Emilia and her group still obeyed her orders - then it would be difficult for their team to return safely, and they would probably be tortured to death by this extremely difficult goddess in the days to come.

Emilia's retort seemed to have the effect of provoking her, and actually made Misriel sneer: "Do you think everyone has the luck to socialize with the goddess on a normal day?"

"Really? Then most mortals are indeed lucky enough!"

"You are so presumptuous!" Misriel was so angry that her face turned red after just a few words from Emilia. She rolled her eyes and immediately had an idea.

She just waved her hand lightly, and the blood on the ground that Emilia had just collected disappeared without a trace.

She proudly stood in front of the frozen Emilia and said, "Now, do you have anything to say?"

Emilia stood up suddenly: "...What do you want?"

"Attitude!" Mystrel snorted. "I've never seen a mortal as arrogant as you! Even Meta wouldn't dare speak loudly in front of me!"

"You're the one being unreasonable, yet you're asking me to apologize!" Emilia didn't back down. "What if I don't apologize?!"

Mistral made a face at him. "Then say goodbye to all the spell materials you've worked so hard to gather! I've seen those nine slips of paper clearly. If there's any chance they could fall into your hands, I'll pack them up and send them to a place in the astral realm where no one can find them. You won't be able to find them even if you search for 20,000 years!"

The three women standing by were now silent as a cicada in fear.

——Among the team, the only one who really dared to confront Yin was Emiya himself.

However, they still didn't expect that ten thousand years ago, Emilia's patience with Misriel was limited, and she exploded after less than two days of getting along!

Emiya opened her mouth, lost in thought, clenched her fists, and turned her head away: "Whatever makes you happy!"

"Just as I please?!" Misriel sneered, "As long as you don't change your attitude, you won't be able to get the materials back from me!"

"Then I'll wait and see." After saying that, Emiya really stopped paying attention to her and asked loudly, "Excuse me, how long will it take for Igilok to recover from the level of injury just now?"

At this moment, someone who normally wouldn't touch Elastrid, yet somehow found the courage to continue, said, "I've observed that Igilok's regeneration is likely divided into two types—shell and flesh. Its shell regenerates extremely quickly, likely instantly returning to its original state after each ice blast. The flesh within, however, doesn't heal as quickly. With injuries like that, it would take at least several hours to recover—though this recovery could likely occur while he's escaping."

"Of course, relying solely on natural healing, he was able to recover from a near-fatal injury within a few hours. This regeneration speed is beyond the reach of even vampires."

Seeing this scene, Misriel was really angry——

For some reason, Emiya wasn't afraid of her, and she had expected this. Now why did this elf pop up?

She waved her hand. In an instant, she, the mace in Fenwë's hand, and the tarrasque blood that had been flowing all over the ground disappeared without a trace, leaving only a furious cry: "—When I find out what you have embedded in your mace, you will be in trouble!"

And Fenwei could only stare at his empty right hand in a daze.

Emilia looked at the place where she disappeared and snorted: "...Fenwei, we have to make six new maces."

Fenwei blinked, still not fully recovered from the shock: "...Didn't you say that the elemental amber is very valuable and difficult to work again?"

"Yes. So it has to be downgraded," Emilia said coldly. "It's a traditional style, but the inlaid striking part is a newly invented variant. It was only used on the previous mace to penetrate armor and create wounds for the amber to embed. Now it has to serve as the main attack."

He opened his backpack and poured out a bag of strange metal blades.

——emitting a divine light that dazzles people.

Fenwei carefully looked around, confirming that there was no sign of Mystril before asking in a low voice: [I didn't have time to ask in detail just now... What exactly is this sharp metal blade?]

"...an inferior variant of the Holy Avenger, a byproduct of research." Emiya replied without using the telepathic link. In Mystril's presence, telepathic connection was more dangerous than ordinary conversation. "It retains its sharpness and evil-sundering power, but no longer requires a paladin to wield it. The cost is the loss of the all-important aura of resistance to evil and demon-sundering—perfect for the present moment."

[Holy Avengers?! So many?] Fenwei screamed, moving closer to him. "What are you going to do? Has she decided to take all the spell materials?"

Emiya exchanged a glance with her, who was so close to her, and replied, "—Let it be."

Originally, he was still thinking about how he would bring the blood, which might weigh more than ten tons...or the pool of blood, back to the future.

This is simply an impossible task - the space objects he carries with him cannot travel through time.

But now, Misriel suddenly showed him a clear way.

——Anyway, she wants it herself, so why not just give it to her directly?

Immediately, he turned around and said to Sig, "Well, Miss Poet... not long ago, Mystril said that you learned the Sound of Creation from Yin... And for bards, its common name should be the Holy Word of Creation, right?"

"...hiss." The poet, who had been touching the whole place, blushed slightly and then shouted, "You can't blame me for this! You blew Igilok away before he even got close. He ran away before he even entered the range of the Law Spell!"

"The next battle will be even bloodier than this one. You must be mentally prepared. If the stalemate continues, the responsibility of delivering the fatal blow will be yours."

At this point, he finally had time to ask the Wild Hunt captain, "Come to think of it, I haven't asked you yet—if your hunt fails, what punishment will you receive?"

The captain seemed to have not recovered from the chaotic situation just now. It took him a long time to finally realize something.

The Wild Hunt are not afraid of death because they can be resurrected.

And Emilia's transcendental style of behavior is even closer to a madness that disregards life and death - he actually dares to be so rude to the true God!

The captain's attitude towards him became increasingly respectful. "...In fact, the punishment remains unchanged. My Lord will consider this proof that we are unworthy Wild Hunts. We will be demoted back to Heroic Spirits, continuing to fight in the Garden of Joseph until we regain the favor of the Valkyries and my Lord."

"So, every Wild Hunt is a hero who emerged from the battles of the Heroic Spirits."

"...Yes." The captain nodded, then shook his head. "I fought in Joseph's Garden for at least two hundred years before finally proving my bravery. There's no other way... If this hunt fails, I'll have to start all over again."

"Is there no other way to advance?" Sig, perhaps feeling a little guilty about not having participated in the battle before, took the initiative to play the supporting role. "It all depends on the mood of the Valkyrie and the great god Odin?"

"There is a special way, but no one has ever succeeded," the captain replied. "Every five hundred years, all of us Wild Hunt will return to the Golden Palace to report on our duties. At the same time, we will face off against the ordinary Heroic Elves who have not yet been promoted. If the Heroic Elves can win, they will all be promoted to Wild Hunt, while the original Wild Hunt will be directly turned back into Heroic Elves.

"However..." the captain shrugged. "According to historical records, even if the Heroic Spirit Army had a hundredfold advantage in numbers, the overwhelming disparity in quality left them powerless to fight back. Therefore, this kind of uprising has never succeeded... Therefore, if possible, I do not want to be punished by being demoted."

The Wild Hunt behind him couldn't help but feel sympathetic.

Sig's eyes suddenly lit up, and he glanced at Emya furtively: "...So, if we can help the Heroic Spirits win this battle, even Odin will be impressed by this unprecedented achievement?"

The Wild Hunt captain was stunned for a moment, then said unhappily, "Even our Lord Odin wouldn't want to offend a powerful goddess! He certainly won't help you fight against the goddess named Mystrel, let alone that you can't help the Heroic Army win!

"The vast majority of Heroic Spirits are not qualified warriors at all. Most of them are addicted to the endless life-and-death battles outside the Golden Palace, treating combat as a game, and standing still amidst the cries of the Fayala. The most extreme ones have their skills even more severely degraded and deformed than in life. The equipment of most Heroic Spirits is not much better than in life—not to mention those so-called Berserkers who refuse to wear armor, exposing their flesh and blood!"

The World of Twenty Misfits

“I’m so pissed—!”

After snatching the blood of Tarrasque from the ground, the goddess Mystril took it back to her kingdom. Then, looking at her kingdom, she became even angrier.

However, although this place has been established for a long time, it is actually quite deserted - the creatures coming here are still extremely rare. Although it is called the Kingdom of God, it is actually more like a prosperous village.

The residences of those prosperous gods are not really kingdoms of God, but rather a complete world that belongs exclusively to the gods and their believers, with the number of believers numbering in the billions.

At almost the same time, Metatron, who had been sent on a business trip by her, also arrived late - this Seraphic Servant was even still covered in wounds.

Metatron was even a little surprised - where did his master get such a large pool of blood?

Without turning around, Mystril said, "I guess you didn't win."

Metatron was silent for a moment, then replied, "I told you this before we set out—you can order me to provoke the Seraphim sisters of Arvandor, but you can't order me to defeat them. Our strength is too close."

"Okay." Mistrel waved his hand, and the battle scars on Metatron disappeared without a trace.

Then, Misriel threw a few pieces of metal away with his backhand, saying, "Be careful, don't get hurt."

"...What?" Metatron took it with both hands in surprise. As a result, the sharp metal left clear scratches on her hands, causing her to feel a slight sting. "What is this?"

"I got this magical item from that weird wizard named Emiya. He seems to use this thing as an inlay."

"Inlays?" Metatron frowned, carefully examining the hiltless blades, and then turned serious. "Excuse me, these appear to be top-tier magical items. Add some hilts, and they'd become treasures even the Elf King would admire. Where did you suddenly get so many?"

"Is this all you can see?" Misriel did not answer, but asked back while sealing the Blood of Tarrasque.

"What else can I say..." Metatron's voice trailed off. "Incredible! These blades are completely identical! It's simply impossible... Even if the most advanced elven craftsmen used the same mold to cast them over and over again, their products wouldn't be so completely identical. Moreover, these are the most complex and magnificent magical items..."

She thought for a moment, then said hesitantly, "In my opinion, it's possible for His Majesty Corellon to personally perform the operation, with you personally assisting in controlling the magic power. However, this blade is very strange, and it has a spell I've never seen before..."

Misriel replied, "This is clearly a castrated item. Its original prototype must have been a magical item designed for a specific type of person, in order to maximize its performance. Now you only have pure power in your hand. But no matter what, its sophistication is beyond my expectations. And, strangely, I don't know why..."

Metatron asked, "Did you make any additional discoveries?"