Equipment Printing School Mage

The two gods disappeared on the spot. The aftermath caused by the sprint alone turned into an extremely dazzling frenzy, almost blinding Emiya.

He also wanted to witness the battle between the true gods.

Threads of silver fire swirled within his body, protecting his eyes—but the silver fire could only prevent him from being blinded by the light and heat created by the gods' battles.

Nothing can be seen.

Two powerful war gods were determined to fight to the death with their true bodies. How could a mage like him possibly capture the movements of the gods' true bodies with his eyes?

He was overthinking. All he could see were afterimages on the ground, and the burning forest sometimes ignited by thunder, sometimes crushed by hurricanes - and these were all aftermaths delayed by a few seconds.

Emiya could only purse her lips - as each profession continued to develop, they had already gone too far in the areas they were best at.

Spellcasters began to perform increasingly powerful and incredible miracles - and the warriors' martial arts skills began to exceed the imagination of the purely civilian mage.

Back at Baldur's Gate, Apodel and Imoen had demonstrated it to them playfully.

Imoen used time stop to attack first, throwing several daggers at a distance almost touching Apodel's face.

However, even this attack, which should have been theoretically unavoidable, was still blocked by Apodel. Stopping time can only help gain the initiative, but it cannot be used as a weapon to ensure victory.

The two most powerful gods of war now clashed on the battlefield. In the multiverse, a battle of a higher standard could only be fought by god-kings like Odin and Corellon.

As a result, Emiya's senses were completely unable to react to what was happening!

Now he could only pray that Thor, who was known for his enthusiasm, would not get carried away and forget the promise between them.

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"You really know how to use this sharp and thin weapon!"

Amidst the thunder, Thor's strange cry was somewhat distorted.

They had fought countless times, so it was impossible for them to fight each other in the same way every time. Changing weapons and tactics was commonplace.

It's not like Tyr hasn't used thrusting weapons like spears before—but this was the first time Thor had seen him use one.

Damn it, Tyr’s rapier is actually quite good. I couldn’t find any gap after trying several times!

"Can a warrior be restricted by weapons?" The lightning transformed by Thor was so fast that even Tyr had to keep changing his position to avoid exposing any flaws in the maneuver.

Now, the one wielding the heavy warhammer was unusually agile, while the one using the seemingly light rapier had to move forward steadily.

Both sides are testing.

They knew each other well—but not each other's equipment.

The difference in strength between them is too small. Whoever underestimates the enemy and advances rashly and loses the first round, the slight disadvantage may snowball into the final failure.

This battle was not just a private one, dozens of gods were watching - even Tyr did not want to lose easily in this situation.

Of the two, Thor had always been the more irritable and the one who couldn't hold himself back. Unless he had been too aggressive in the last battle and suffered an ugly defeat, Thor would have been determined to keep going forward.

After several rounds, the two men's weapons had never clashed.

Tyr was clear-headed: the rapier's blade was long and thin, and if it were used to collide with the warhammer...

Even if it is a divine weapon, if it is hit by a war hammer of this level, the blade will probably bend three or four times.

Judging from the current situation, the battle between the two of them is likely to end in a double kill.

Now, they must test the relative performance of their equipment - no matter how good the equipment is, it may not be able to withstand the impact of the true god.

...If we can really resist even for a moment, the balance of this battle will begin to tilt.

But now Tyr was a little surprised.

The two of them had been fighting and testing each other for more than an hour, and Thor was still patiently dealing with him, not attacking until he saw a flaw.

Is this the Thor, the God of Thunder, that he knows? !

And Thor knew exactly why he did it.

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That was before the start of today, when Thor, who had just finished testing his weapons and equipment, was communicating with Emiya and his group.

"You want me to fight? Why?" Thor asked, "I have confidence in your weapons and armor!"

"...By now, you should have guessed it," said Lunia's Emiya frankly. "This bet may not be formal, but the prize is generous enough. So, I want to win the third round as well."

"What does this have to do with me?" asked the commander of the army of heroes with confidence.

Emiya, who never showed her emotions, was also silent for a while after hearing this: "So, I have a suggestion: Can we fight with Lord Tyr for a while longer? It would be best if..."

Thor simply didn't want to think, not that he had no brains. He immediately realized, "...I see. I don't like commanding, but Tyr is an excellent general. You want him to be too busy to command when the third battle breaks out."

The Heroic Spirits are originally a group of scattered soldiers without a commander, but the Wild Hunt is an army with strict discipline.

If the two commanders were swapped, Thor's side would undoubtedly have the upper hand—theoretically, Thor was the spiritual leader of the Heroic Spirits. But in reality, given the Heroic Spirits' incredible fighting spirit and morale, they wouldn't care even if Thor was killed on the spot.

"...This is very troublesome." Thor leaned forward slightly and said seriously, "I don't really like this kind of battle. I can't do it in vain."

"Please go ahead." Emilia replied - this meant she was going to negotiate conditions.

"Strictly speaking, this set of equipment is loaned to me, right?" Thor asked.

"Unfortunately, yes," Emiya replied. "Of course, Great God Odin has promised that as long as there is no waste during the manufacturing process, the ownership of this equipment will always belong to us. It will only be temporarily loaned to you for the second competition."

Asgard is the home of dozens of gods, so there is no way it would be short of money for the materials to buy a set of equipment - not to mention that it can also establish friendships with several famous craftsmen, and it is not impossible to establish other friendships in the future.

"Well then." A mischievous smile appeared on Thor's seemingly honest face. "I really like this set of weapons and equipment. What do I need to do to get them from you?"

Using promises and missions to exchange for treasures, and using treasures to exchange for other things... like Frey, who even used his own sword as a betrothal gift for his wife. This was also the tradition of the Aesir.

Of course, Thor doesn't want to fight a whole day of turtle battle for no reason, but if he can change into a set of divine armor and weapons... then fighting for a year is not a problem!

"...Then, let's discuss this separately," Emiya said. "For the first plan, if you can win the second match and make it difficult for Lord Tyr to preside over the third, then this set of armor and weapons will be yours."

"The second plan, if..."

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What if the two sides can’t decide the winner?

Tyr realized that the problem was serious.

There is actually no time limit for the battle between the two of them.

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem—Thor was a fiery warrior, and if the two of them fought for hours, every minute would be filled with sparks. A battle couldn't drag on for very long.

Now, Thor has become extremely strange and his movements are frighteningly cautious.

They had been fighting for hours, and there wasn't even a scratch on either side!

At this rate, there would be no way of determining the winner between the two of them before dawn the next day.

——Then, after the real battle for advancement begins, an extremely terrible situation will occur.

Tyr frowned and began to look around.

He had long realized that this endless and inexplicably lush forest would be a huge obstacle to the Wild Hunt.

However, he was just cautious before.

But now, he discovered a possibility: the energy and determination that Emilia's side invested in the third game might far exceed his expectations.

This is outrageous—Emiya already won the first game, leaving the second game undecided, and he actually wants to win the third?!

The battle between the two gods had already caused astonishing destruction, and Tyr had noticed that the beautiful half-elf druid in Emiya's group was constantly summoning trees in the intervals between the battles between the two gods, forcibly maintaining the area of ​​the forest!

Now, if he is held back by Thor, it will be another heavy obstacle to the Wild Hunt - this is not taking into account the various derivative damages that Thor will cause to the Wild Hunt.

"Tyr, how dare you be distracted in front of me?!" However, just as the commander of the Wild Hunt was trying to think of a countermeasure, Thor instantly changed the rhythm of his attack.

The originally lukewarm rhythm of the attack suddenly accelerated. The giant hammer in Thor's hand was enlarged a hundred times in the blink of an eye, and the roaring thunder almost instantly blocked all of Tyr's vision.

"...!"

The rapier is indeed not suitable for dealing with this situation, but there are no Muggles among the gods who cannot cast spells.

The shadow of a golden giant hammer appeared behind Tyr almost instantly. The hammer of justice, several meters high, roared and smashed towards Thor's head, illuminating the dark sky like daylight.

At the same time, Tyr took a step forward, tilted his body slightly, and narrowly avoided the attack range of Thor's hammer, while bringing Thor's throat into the stabbing range.

And this is part of the rapid and swift battle between the two war gods.

In the past, as long as there was a slight advantage, Thor would often choose to trade injuries for injuries, and Tyr was happy to see it happen.

If all goes as expected, the hammer will penetrate Tyr's defenses, but Tyr will also be able to inflict severe damage to Thor.

This time, despite having a great opportunity, Thor suddenly retracted his body and flew back, completely out of Tyr's attack range! Seeing this scene, the gods who had been watching the two-person show for several hours couldn't help but sigh.

Thor is being ridiculously conservative today. Is the person standing over there really the grumpy Thor?

However, Tyr caught something unusual out of the corner of his eye.

Thor left, but the hammer did not.

Thor actually let go of the thunder hammer, allowing it to sweep towards Tyr's side and rear with its original ferocious power. The hissing thunder made Tyr's neck slightly numb.

"Dance," Thor whispered.

"...!"

Just as both sides fell into a brief moment of stiffness, Tyr's hair suddenly stood up.

In his peripheral vision, the flying war hammer suddenly changed its attack direction, spun in the air by inertia and flew backwards, aiming at Tyr's neck!

"Wha—" Tyr gasped.

The power of this hammer is no less than Mjolnir...this is still beyond his imagination.

But it's actually a flying weapon?!

Wukong itself is an extremely powerful enchantment. It is extremely difficult to add various other powerful enchantments to Wukong weapons!

Even among the gods, few can use flying weapons.

Thor's weapon configuration is a bit too extravagant!

Tyr turned the rapier in his hand backhand, spun it in the air, and completely changed the direction of the huge hammer's attack - after all, the role of the flying weapon was closer to an extra self.

However, just as the hammer was about to distance itself from Tyr and brush past his body, it disappeared.

—Or rather, melted.

The air element amber hidden beneath the metal surface melted instantly.

In order not to violate the time ban, these elemental ambers do not come from Abel.

Instead, it was condensed by the great goddess of magic who went to the elemental plane herself after studying amber for a few days.

Born a desolate spirit, her current understanding of magic far surpassed her in her early years of ignorance. The power she wielded also far surpassed her future self.

At this moment, a huge amount of elemental amber was quietly sleeping in Emilia's space items. Most of them could not even be considered as gifts from Misriel. Most of them were so-called waste products produced by her practice.

——However, the scrap by the standards of the Demon Net Goddess is already considered medium-quality elemental amber.

Now, the largest piece of elemental amber has become the inner part of Thor's hammer and is closely connected to Thor.

With just a roar from Thor, the sturdy hammer instantly turned into a gushing sea of ​​thunder!

If the hammer had roared straight towards Tyr, Tyr would never have allowed Thor's weapon to get so close.

However, now it was Tyr himself who suppressed the weapon and brought it to his own side.

This was the moment Thor had been waiting for.

A smile appeared on the face of the God of Thunder, and he growled.

Like a command, lightning raced through the molten hammer, and a deafening storm of lightning descended like a thunder serpent from the sky! It emerged from the thunder hammer with a thunderous roar. With a single turn, the dark blue elemental serpent swallowed Tyr whole.

At the same time, Thor, who had just taken a step back, rushed forward again. He had lost his warhammer at this moment, so he simply used thunder to weave a spear in his right hand.

Thor knew that this was not enough.

He was engulfed by lightning, and the lightning spear reached his body in an instant.

"...The winner has been decided?" Queen Angelris murmured. "Tyr's condition seems a little off, doesn't it?"

Corellon, the Elf God-King, seemed to have discovered something and laughed out loud. "I still remember the rules of the third match—tomorrow is the Ascension Battle, so all fighting is temporarily prohibited. The Wild Hunt must leave Asgard and wait outside the Colorful Pool and the Rainbow Bridge, while the Heroic Spirits may hide anywhere outside the Golden Palace. At the next cry of the Phaara, the Wild Hunt will return to Asgard and begin the unrestricted hunt."

"Now here comes the problem." God-King Corellon raised his eyebrows with interest. "I just noticed Valhalla—right now, there are only about 50,000 Heroic Spirits stationed there, less than 10%. As for the remaining Heroic Spirits..."

Angris glanced at the endless dark forest that now covered the entire Asgard and shook her head.

At this moment, the four elven craftsmen could no longer hold back and asked, "My Lord, has the god Tyr already...?"