Equipment Printing School Mage
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His vocal cords were directly connected to the magic web, and the silencing spell could not stop him from chanting.
His body and mind were directly connected to the Demonic Web, and he would no longer be cursed.
The connection with space was opened by the magic network, and his ability to transfer space would no longer be blocked by the dimensional lock and dimensional anchor.
The being will be obscured by the magic weave, and the prophecy spell scrying can no longer target him.
The flesh and blood pulsate with the magic web, and the body will no longer be petrified.
The cause and effect were remembered by the magic network, and from then on, the limited wish spell no longer had any effect on him.
Finally, when Ben uses the magic network to stop time, the magic network will open a dedicated passage for him.
And this is just the defense that the magic web has woven for him.
At the same time, many spells that were originally impossible to learn through arcane magic were opened to him, allowing him to use them to a limited extent: Silence, Thunder Summoning, Anti-Death Ward, Advanced Restoration, Hero's Feast, and Regeneration.
His mortal body would be transformed, possessing near-infinite vitality—even if he never again employed any means of prolonging his life, his maximum lifespan would likely approach two thousand years. His body would display supreme regenerative abilities, no longer possessing strictly vital points. Disintegration would no longer destroy his body, and irreparable injuries would cease to exist. Disease and poison would no longer have any effect on him.
The chosen one of magic, the demigod of the world.
He was originally only one step away from the Nine Rings. With the help of the magic network, the half-closed door burst open, and there would be no obstacles for him to learn the Nine Rings arcane.
From this moment on, Emia of Lunya was no longer mortal.
——There is only one problem.
Emilia was thinking about something terrible.
The magic network is the road. The moment the magic network was connected to him, much of his information must have been revealed to Mistrel.
He doesn't care about things on Earth.
The problem is, even after he and Yin confirmed their relationship, they were still...
Before he could finish his thought, Misriel's extremely shameful and angry voice slapped Emilia in the face: "Pervert!!! You actually want... You actually want...!"
Emiya fell to the ground due to the force.
Mithriel didn't use much force, otherwise his head would have exploded.
However, he couldn't think of anything else right now. If even a little more of the information leaked out, it probably wouldn't be something that could be solved with just a slap.
Then, the other two goddesses, completely oblivious to the situation, asked, "What happened?"
"It's okay!!!" Mithriel's almost cynical voice rarely showed a hint of anger. "I already regret it! His mind is full of weird things... Forget it, Fenwei, Sig, you two come here too."
Then, Emiya's two female teammates were a little confused: "...What happened, why is Emiya lying on the ground... Ugh!"
as predicted.
Although Fenwe is a druid... she is actually a follower of the goddess of magic.
She was an orphan who escaped from Shar's church. It was the rampage of the magic web when the goddess of magic died that rescued her from the magic cave - therefore, she was the only druid who believed in Mystra among a group of Silvanus believers.
Because of this, Fenwë doesn't actually advocate unaffected nature like other druids do. She enjoys using magic to make the forest grow.
Sig, a singing dragon who lives in the city, naturally does not have any strict beliefs - but she has a good relationship with Yin, and her whole body is covered with traces of the direct influence of the magic network incarnation.
"Crack! Crack!"
Following two gentle clapping sounds, Fenwei and Sig's voices stopped at the same time, and then they began to breathe rapidly.
"...My Lord." Alestria was silent for a moment, as if finally realizing what the three gods were doing. "...Are they now the chosen ones of the Demonic Web Goddess?"
"Uh..." The Goddess of Fate did not answer the question immediately, but asked cautiously, "Misriel, when you divided the power just now, did you directly divide the essence of the god?"
"Huh?" Mystrel tilted her head. "What did you say? Silverfire? Yeah, what's the problem?"
"This is a huge problem!!!" Tikha exclaimed. "For someone like the Chosen, a few buffs and blessings would be enough! You're just giving away the essence of a god. Don't you feel weak right now?"
The essence of a god is something less definite. To put it in the crudest terms, it is a part of the god's true body.
Misriel is the incarnation of Silver Fire. When she separates Silver Fire, she is actually separating a part of herself.
Separating the silver fire would be as great a loss as losing an incarnation.
"Weak?" Faced with the question, Goddess Mystrel gave an extremely arrogant answer, "I don't feel anything."
"Gu..." Tikka looked at Elastri with some grief and anger.
The power of the goddess of fate is like an ant looking at the sky compared to her best friend - they have a good relationship, but the actual strength gap is huge.
She was reluctant to use Mistral's method to grant the Chosen People power...even though she really liked Elaster Starsong.
This is not a gap in compassion, but a gap in power - the gap between gods.
At this moment, Selûne chuckled softly, "Alestria is not just your child; she is a Moon Elf. Mystril, could you lend a little of your strength to Tyche and me?"
The Magic Goddess answered very straightforwardly: "Of course, no problem."
However, after a pause, Mithril shouted to Emiya, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, "I've put in a lot of effort! If you still lose after this, you don't have to go back!!! Join Meta and become my servant!"
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In a blink of an eye, the one-month period is about to end.
Odin, the Lord of Asgard, gradually came to his senses - he originally thought that this competition was more like a purely entertaining celebration, just a small episode in the diplomacy between the two pantheons.
But in the past few days, magic storms have erupted one after another in Valhalla and the Golden Palace, which made him look forward to it.
He was not an expert in craftsmanship, and Gungnir was not forged by him personally. So he only knew that both parties might be extremely serious about this bet.
Faced with this matter, Odin was not nervous, but rather relaxed - no matter which side won or lost, it had nothing to do with him.
Both artifacts were given to him, completely free. Although Tyr and Thor didn't fight every day, they still fought more than a dozen times a year, and the victory or defeat had no impact on the internal relationship of the pantheon.
The battle for advancement is even less important, since the Heroic Spirit cannot win anyway.
But that didn't matter to Odin at all, both sides were his subordinates.
It is true that both sides used their inventory, but the elves did not abuse the inventory, and the inventory on Valhalla's side could be said to be quantity but not quality, so even if it was emptied, it would not have much impact.
Unless the Goddess of the Magic Web really wins three games in a row, Odin will have picked up a lot of treasure for nothing.
As for Mystrel's three consecutive victories? Odin had never considered this possibility.
It was obvious to the naked eye whether the elves were serious or not - the howling magic storm never stopped.
Even if Mithril really doesn't follow the rules of martial ethics, or her subordinates unleash their potential and win two consecutive victories in craftsmanship and fighting, Odin can only be a little more strict in the third battle.
Given the gap between the Heroic Spirits and the Wild Hunt, as long as the penalties are stricter and off-the-board tactics are stopped, there is no way Mystril will win.
——Although during this period, for some unknown reason, many outstanding Heroic Spirits temporarily refused to be promoted and wanted to participate in the promotion battle. But it didn't matter, it was not enough to make up for the gap between the two sides.
He just needs to make sure that the bet can proceed smoothly and without any accidents.
At this point, Odin asked, "Brynhildr, how are the preparations going now?"
"Yes, my lord." The leader of the Valkyries was, in a sense, Odin's secretary and head maid. She spoke seriously, "In fact, the elves and Her Excellency Emya reported yesterday that their gifts were complete. Tyr and Her Excellency Thor have already donned their gifted equipment, and their competition will take place in front of the Golden Palace. All Wild Hunt have withdrawn from Asgard."
"The process is as follows: We have sent out invitations, and all the gods will gather at the Golden Palace. At that time, everyone will appreciate the gifts presented by the two god kings. After accepting the gifts, everyone will witness the duel between the two gods Tyr and Thor in front of the Golden Palace.
When Tyr and Thor are determined, and the Phaara crows again, the third round will begin: the Wild Hunt will descend upon Asgard, stalking the land's spirits. The battle will continue until one side is completely annihilated, or until the Phaara crows again. Thus, the three rounds of competition are concluded."
At this point, Brunhilde added, "Also, God-King Corellon just sent a message saying he has finished handling Arvandor's affairs. To apologize for his sudden departure, he will be visiting with Angris."
"Okay, perfect." Odin nodded with satisfaction, but he still noticed something strange. "Speaking of which, are there so few Valkyries in the Golden Palace today?"
"Uh... well," Brunhilde replied, "Mr. Emya seems very concerned about the third game, so he commissioned the Valkyries to provide equipment for the Heroic Spirits."
"...That's all." Odin waved his hand.
This month, he has figured it out.
There are four people in Emia's team, and only Emia himself can be considered a proper craftsman. The druid Finwe can only make druid-exclusive equipment, Alaster only knows how to make various church ritual items, and Sigur only knows how to make musical instruments.
So, Emiya actually took on four elf craftsmen alone.
In this situation, if he could still spare some time to provide equipment to the Heroic Spirits and reverse the situation... then Odin would have no choice but to accept it.
"Then let's get started," Odin said. "I'm already looking forward to what gift I'll receive."
Forty reliefs: The Triumph of the Gods
The Golden Rooster Fayala is now standing on the top of the Golden Palace.
To outsiders, this wonderful creature is probably one of the most important cores of the entire Joseph Garden - although it is located in Asgard, the miracle of resurrection of the dead it calls can spread throughout the Joseph Garden, and it is also the premise of the entire plane ecology.
It shook itself, and its bright and soft feathers almost melted in the bright midday sun.
In front of the gate of the Golden Palace, a tide of gods, led by the Valkyries, is slowly entering Odin's palace.
All of Odin's deployments will naturally be present, and in addition, there will be many eye-catching rare guests.
The master of the Palace of Sesrenil, the leader of the other half of the dead, the honorable goddess of love Freya was also respectfully led into the Golden Palace by the Valkyries.
The appearance of Urd, Shirkolti and Skud, the three daughters of the wise giant Mimir and the three goddesses of fate in charge of the past, present and future, attracted the attention of other Norse gods. They were all wondering: How much did Odin pay to make these three goddesses willing to leave the world tree and stay in the golden palace for a few days?
Or perhaps, the protagonists of this drama are too noble, too talented, and at the same time not under their jurisdiction, so that they cannot suppress their growing curiosity.
Behind Freya are the protagonists of this drama—
Corellon, the Elven God-King, and Angrith, the Elven servant behind him, along with two Seraphim servants, Fillerethel and Rashril'el. Four artisans: the blacksmith Starforge, the sculptor Leafveil, the jeweler Lightsong, and the enchanter Rainbow.
Mystrel, the goddess of the magic web, Selûne, the goddess of the moon, Tyche, the goddess of fate, and Metatron, the servant of the seraph.
And
Emya of Lunya, Elaster Starsong, Sig, and Finwe.
At this moment, Emilia paid no attention to the gods who appeared one after another - although he had to admit that he had never seen such a magnificent scene of gods gathering together.
At the same time, wisps of silver fire were spreading beside his eyes.
Sometimes, the more you see, the more you can see the huge gap between each other.
To ordinary people, they had arrived at the land of giants in Gulliver's Travels, where every god was a giant several meters tall - and this was their normal state without being serious.
Through the silver fire, Emiya could more clearly sense the huge gap between quality and quantity——
Abel was so weak that the only two remaining wild gods were not very powerful.
In the current Golden Palace, there are many lives that are stronger than the two wild gods.
[Are you scared?] Mystril's voice suddenly came into Emiya's mind.
This is the most fundamental function of being a voter - you are no longer just one of the believers and friends, you can now communicate directly with God.
The disadvantage is that if the gods suddenly come up with an idea one day, they will most likely come to you directly instead of issuing an oracle.
Emiya silently glanced at the palace ceiling: [I am worried about our goal.]
He hasn't even had time to visit the Golden Palace during this period of time.
Now, when he saw Fayala for the first time, he felt a pain in his heart.
——That golden rooster actually only has one tail feather!
"I've asked." Mystril said seriously, "That Phaara's tail feather is one of Asgard's most precious treasures. It's said that it takes a Phaara a thousand years to grow a single feather."
Why is there only one now?
[The extra ones were already sent away by Odin.]
Well, at least there is a precedent.
Now, the last big stone has fallen.
In their line of work, they actually have no shortage of time!
Selûne, the moon goddess, was the least confident among them at the moment, and she quietly inserted herself into the mental connection between Emya and Mystril.
Although this spell was invented in later generations, for gods, as long as they are willing, they can intervene with just a little use of their divine power.
"Emiya, are you truly confident?" she asked. "I feel like the odds are slim in the first two rounds...especially the first one. That mural might be creative, but is it really suitable as a gift? Wouldn't it seem too murderous...would it be misinterpreted as a curse?"
Emilia was silent for a moment, then replied, "Lady Selune, this is the only thing I am certain of."
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The gods took their seats, and the spacious Golden Palace seemed a little crowded at this moment - even when the Golden Palace was at its busiest, it would not be as crowded as it was today, where they wanted to squeeze in several visitors from the gods.
Therefore, the current Golden Palace was actually expanded by Odin himself a few days ago.
At this point, Odin's eyes couldn't help but drift towards the three goddesses of fate.
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