Equipment Printing School Mage
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"It's coming! It's coming! We're going to burn to death!"
The Wild Hunt also sent a final communication: "We saw... a mountain of swords and a sea of blood."
This time, Rainbow didn't need to ask.
A tsunami-like spiritual wave and surging magic power roared in from afar. The existence foundation of the outer plane became the fuel for this firestorm, allowing it to cross a long distance and sweep the three people into it.
Then, all the sounds disappeared at the same time.
The others disappeared without a trace in an instant.
In the vast world, in the blink of an eye, Rainbow was the only one left.
Iris couldn't help but shudder.
Fifty-three Infinite Swords (Part 2)
A few minutes ago, Emiya and his group had just crossed the colorful pool and saw a scene of widespread misery.
The Wild Hunt seemed to have set an ambush on the other side of the pool, and the people of Joseph's Garden were caught off guard and immediately suffered heavy losses.
The petitioner is the reincarnation of the dead, but that does not mean that the petitioner will not die.
To put it simply, the life form of the petitioner is the second life of the creatures in the material plane.
The first life is subject to birth, aging, sickness and death - the second life is no different.
Petitioners are mortals who were born and died on the Outer Planes.
"Two...angels killed the Wild Hunt for us, treated our wounds, and then went to Asgard to file a complaint."
A sobbing female petitioner spoke to Elastrid.
"Could you please describe their appearance?"
"A man and a woman. The man looks like an elf, and the woman has blue hair and silver eyes. She seems to be human."
The identity of the Elven Seraph was too recognizable, clearly belonging to Rashiriel, one of the twins. And Aimiya and his party were very familiar with Metatron's appearance.
This makes this strange conflict even more bizarre.
Are these Wild Hunts crazy?
Why would they do such a cruel thing right after the two families had just become friends?
And Emiya, who should have been most concerned about this matter, remained strangely silent for some reason at this time.
He looked around in confusion and stood there motionless.
Fenwei quickly noticed his abnormality: "Emmya? What happened?"
Emiya was silent for a moment, then said, "Someone is...touching me. But I don't understand the specific purpose of this process."
"touch?"
Finwë and Alestria both became alert.
The magic net was revealing everything to them - strands of magic power were slowly flowing towards Emiya from a very distant direction.
Like the blue waves on the beach flowing over your feet, like the tough and sticky silk threads falling on your body in the forest.
At first glance, there seemed to be no danger. If it weren't for the magic net, Emilia would not even notice anything.
However, he didn't know what to do at the moment.
Counterattack? He didn't even understand what the enemy was doing.
Find the enemy? The enemy's position was obviously very far away. And his exact location was unknown, so he had no way to find him.
So, are we just leaving now?
In this world, forms of power that can directly work across planes are almost nonexistent. Even the most powerful spell, such as Gate, can only attempt to drag the target from another plane into the current world by naming it—and that's it.
As long as he leaves now, he will be safe.
But he was very curious - he had been here for less than two months, so how come he was being targeted?
Moreover, he is so cruel that he can create killings for him without hesitation and involve two pantheons.
At this moment, the Eye of Mimir on his head slowly turned around, and then suddenly looked towards the source of the magic power.
Then, to Emiya's astonishment, Odin's voice suddenly rang out in his mind: [What are you waiting for? Use your silver fire.]
His Majesty Odin?!
Although Emiya had thought that perhaps this treasure that was personally handed to him should have some functions hidden beneath the surface - he never expected that Odin would give him direct guidance.
[Don't overthink it.] Odin said bluntly, "The Eye of Mimir is an intelligent magical item. It possesses my wisdom and can give you advice, but it does not possess my memories and has no connection to me. Otherwise, your Lord God would smash this eye without hesitation."
[Let's get back to the point.] Odin, or rather, the Eye of Mimir, spoke in a serious tone. [You must have some confidence in yourself—you are the Chosen One of Mystril, and your mastery of various magics far surpasses that of mortals. A power that even you have no idea of will only have its scope severely narrowed. If it still possesses such immense power under these circumstances—then, unfortunately, it can only be elven high magic.]
Elven high magic?! Targeting him!?
At this point, the image of the enemy began to become clearer.
Even if Emiya were to describe them, those four were truly hideous high elves.
At this point, you have two choices—either feign ignorance and simply leave. At least you can get some sleep today; they won't dare act in Avandor. Or let them die here. Provoking the enemy, exposing your cards, and letting them escape alive is the most dangerous.
Emiya naturally didn't want to just swallow his anger, but the problem returned to the starting point - how could he find the enemy? How could he attack the enemy?
"You must have confidence in yourself. You must have confidence in the Silver Flame. You must utilize the unique qualities of the Outer Planes." The Eye of Mimir seemed to have a plan in mind. "The Silver Flame's most valuable power isn't its superficial vitality or protection. You are now part of the Weave. You think you're still where you are? But in reality, wherever the Weave is, you are."
You have to imagine, you have to feel, you have to understand that you have entered a brand new world, but you still have your eyes closed.
[Now, an enemy is attacking from afar, but this form of power relies on the magic network - the gate is in front of you, you must open it!]
Emiya couldn't help but say: [Is this really not psychic power? ]
This world isn't as clearly defined as you might imagine. This is especially true in the Outer Planes—even distances are like this.
The Eye of Mimir continued, "Have you ever been to Avernus? It's one of the main encampments of the demonic army, a plane of lawful evil. But in reality, the space there is unstable. If your mind wanders while traveling, a journey that should take a day could take two. If you focus your attention, you can reach a distance that would otherwise require a night march by nightfall."
[And here, in the Untamed Wilds—the space here is more unstable than you might imagine. Intelligent creatures rarely inhabit the Untamed Wilds, preferring to dwell in the Kingdom of God. As a result, this world is unusually empty. Why do you think that is?]
Emiya finally understood the meaning of the Eye of Mimir.
He currently possesses a power that might be effective against his enemies.
The reason why it is maybe is because it is too unbelievable.
——That's a distance of tens or even hundreds of kilometers! How could he do it?
But Emilia knew very well that if he himself did not believe this, then he would certainly not be able to do it.
In fact, Yin had already demonstrated to him how to do it.
“…Suggestion!”
He doesn't need a reason to do it, he only needs a reason when he can't do it!
Then, the wind started to blow.
The Leyline is a mysterious phenomenon that constantly spreads across the world. Mystril had clearly taken the opportunity to spread it whenever she passed through.
And now, Emilia realized that the Eye of Mimir was right.
The Magic Weave is a power that can make all gods fall in love with it - gods can cast magic without relying on the Magic Weave, and in the end, every god in Faerun, even the enemies of the Goddess of Magic, finally used the Magic Weave honestly.
Its power is unmatched.
Hundreds of kilometers?
This distance is not a problem for the magic network at all.
Emiya's senses are traveling along the magic web - he cannot observe his surroundings with his naked eyes during this process, but the enemies who are influencing him through the magic web will be completely exposed at this moment.
He merely thought about it and he saw his enemy.
Those were three elves who were hundreds of miles away, loudly casting spells at him.
They realized Emilia's gaze and a look of fear appeared on their blurry faces.
At this moment, Sig's voice suddenly rang out: "The Wild Hunt are here again! ... They have something on them!"
And Fenwe also said: "...So that's how it is, this group of Wild Hunt is under control!"
……I see.
Emiya got the answer.
Well, there is no need to say more.
Emiya didn't even open her eyes.
His doubts about himself were easily defeated by the suggestion cast on him.
Under his command, the silver fire spread out like flowers and roared and erupted like a volcano.
Not long ago, he would have been exhausted trying to do the same thing.
And now, wherever the silver fire spreads, towering trees are rising from the ground.
Their crowns are dark green because of their age, and the lush crowns are intertwined with each other, almost completely dividing the sunlight, leaving not a single ray of light for the earth.
The only light in this dark forest is the silver flames on the tree trunks.
Sharptooth Forest.
Although she had not been in this world for a long time, the Sharptooth Forest was still one of the most impressive areas for Emia.
——While it left the deepest impression on Emilia, it was also the safest place in Faerun in his opinion.
Although this is probably bad news for the Halruaan: if he had to choose a place to settle in Faerun, he would probably choose the Sharptooth Forest rather than the cities he had visited.
When Emilia opened her eyes again, the world had become bustling.
The Wild Hunt, which was originally charging towards the crowd, was suddenly teleported into the solid and tall trees of the Sharptooth Forest, and almost instantly knocked people and horses to the ground.
At the same time, sharp swords emitting magical light whizzed up from the fallen leaves.
The light of the flame tongue illuminated the dark forest, and the cold light of the Moon Sword reflected into the eyes of the Wild Hunter.
Countless Holy Avengers pierced the dense canopy, and these razor-sharp blades should have left the forest scarred - but this forest had life.
Every leaf faithfully conceals the sword's path, but only makes way when the holy sword is about to pass.
The whistling wind made the forest tremble, but not a single leaf was cut by the sword. And the sword finally emerged from the woods just as it was about to reach the body.
A sacred aura enveloped the Wild Hunt, whose bodies were stained with the blood of innocents. The armor carefully prepared by the dwarves faded silently in the aura and shattered instantly like a piece of paper.
Hundreds of Wild Hunters who were originally charging were nailed to the tree trunks almost as soon as they met.
Star Furnace, Leaf Veins, Chant of Light... The high elf who was just chanting and casting spells on him now appeared in front of Emya.
The distances between worlds are not fixed, or even uncertain.
And this uncertain result can be decided by him.
He finally understood now.
"I actually still don't remember your names..." Emilia saw clearly that the delicate faces of the three elves were distorted by fear.
And they were unleashing high-level magic, which put them in a dilemma.
Forcibly interrupting the casting of high-level magic also comes at a heavy price.
"So, what am I going to do with you?"
Even so, Emiya was rarely angry.
If he thought about it carefully, he had rarely encountered enemies who were almost dandy since he came to this world.
His enemies are mostly ambitious people. If they meet on a narrow road, it will be a life-and-death struggle for either side to make further progress on their path.
Blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents, not to mention blocking someone's chance of success.
And now, he actually couldn't quite understand how the conflict with the high elves broke out.
The rules have already given the elves an advantage, so one side will always lose in the competition.
There was no reason for Emilia to deliberately give up a fight just to save the elves' face.
Even if we take a step back and say that it was just a gambling fight that happened in other divine kingdoms, in fact, most of the participants did not know about the gambling fight between these four craftsmen at all.
This was an exaggeration; in reality, most gods had no idea which artisans had been defeated. Corellon might not even have informed the pantheon of this—this defeat was likely a secret kept between two gods and four artisans.
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