Equipment Printing School Mage

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Twenty Thousand Years Later (I)

"You've been dragged into the Crown War."

"Yes," said Emilia.

"You personally brought House Baenre down to earth for thousands of years, causing them to suffer in the Underdark before finally returning to their peak."

The expression on Mars' face was full of confusion, as if his mouth, brain and the ears that heard the news no longer belonged to him alone.

"Yes," Fenwë said, "although Baenre during the Dark Elf period didn't seem to be anything special."

"Then, in order to obtain the tail feathers of the golden rooster Fayala, he caused Afanduo a great commotion."

"I think the gold elves, not us, are responsible for the explosion this incident caused," Sig said.

"So," Mars gritted his teeth, "Judging from the results, it was you who caused the Fifth Crown War, causing the once-prosperous and invincible Erivanda Empire to decline."

Elastrid coughed lightly, her face sheepish. "...It seems so. Although we didn't expect it to end up like this."

At the same time, they had established a strong presence in both pantheons. But how much of this favor would remain after ten thousand years?

Now, they have to review the current situation.

"...Silver." Emiya took a deep breath. "Now, how are your preparations going?"

Nine spell materials.

Each one is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

In other words, in this world, taking off into space is much easier than collecting a whole set of materials.

Being able to complete one of the collections is enough to prove that you can gain a foothold on the continent of Faerun.

However, this work has been advanced for the most part, and the most difficult parts have been completed.

"Most of it has been completed—" said Miss Silver, who refused to admit that she was Mystril. "All the materials related to the dragon have been collected."

The stone maw of a golden dragon needed to be placed in a mixture of tarrasque blood and hydra bile. Only hydra bile remained. Hydras were not rare in Faerun; they could be collected for a fee, or at least their whereabouts could be tracked down.

The tongue of a brass dragon should have the tail feathers of the golden rooster Phayara at the tip and the wing feathers of the Seraphim from Olympia or Joseph's Garden at the tail.

"Fayara's tail feather, I... I mean, Mystril went to Odin to reserve it after you left." Yin said, "At that time, I proposed two options to Odin: take it down then and there, or come and get it more than ten thousand years later.

"His expression at the time was wonderful, and he ultimately chose to have us come to his house and cut his hair in person after ten thousand years."

Emiya said: "——We definitely can't go empty-handed."

He was also very curious about what Joseph's Garden would look like ten thousand years later.

A young branch of the World Tree, soaked in Nidhogg's venom and frozen in time.

They also had to go to Joseph's Garden to get this material.

It’s just that it’s been more than ten thousand years since she came again...Emia always brings gifts.

Emiya sighed.

A gift for Odin, a gift for Tyr—even a gift for the gods of Asgard.

Just thinking about it makes me dizzy!

And he was a wizard who specialized in creation… so, he had to do it himself.

Now that things have come to this, let’s get to work.

Creation is not a matter of one or two days.

...He is about to be overtaken by worldly affairs.

The great King of Halrua, His Majesty Emiya, had just returned from ten thousand years ago and was bombarded with messages from the elders of Halrua.

—And, as bearers of the Silver Fire, the information bombardment of the Chosen Ones of Mystril.

In some legends, names have power. As long as you say someone's name, the target will feel it.

And Emia of Lunya had successfully been promoted to a chosen one ten thousand years ago.

As the captain of the team, countless people are now mentioning his name in every corner of Faerun.

A large amount of information is passively pouring into his mind.

Whenever someone mentioned his name, he would be able to hear the next sentence that person said.

This really doesn't seem like an ability that a mortal should possess.

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"Halrua's return has disrupted all our plans."

In the former capital of Sel, in the former highest authority of Sel, a new meeting is being held.

However, even though Sel has vanished, it does not mean that the evil in this land will diminish.

Quite the opposite - a brief lull in preparation for a more deadly counterattack.

The great devil Bayer was standing beside the long table at this moment, reporting the latest situation discovered by the gods and non-gods.

Yes, nominally speaking, the Gods-Not-Gods Society or the Omniscient One has obtained the loyal allegiance of the devils - they appear here as subordinates of the Gods-Not-Gods Society.

The Avernus Legion, the most powerful among the Nine Hells, has completed the handover with its colleagues and officially arrived in Toril.

Cyre, once the kingdom of red-robed wizards, has become the base of the legions of hell.

Is the All-Knowing One really powerful enough to make even Asmodeus succumb, or is the All-Knowing One just a shell?

Even the all-knowing allies couldn't help but doubt this.

Bayer seemed oblivious to the discord on the field. He continued in a surprisingly authentic Common Tongue, "According to the original plan, with the fall of Cyre, an iron curtain would descend from the Silvermoon Alliance to Chult. The entire continent of Faerun would be divided into east and west. The blockade we formed would leave the Lords' Alliance and all the nations along the Sea of ​​Swords isolated and helpless."

"They have coasts, but lack trading partners. Sea transport is the most important mode of transportation, but they also need land to produce goods. If only this iron curtain descends, we can even make them die of fear at the sight of impending death.

"But the appearance of Halruaa caused this plan to completely fail—"

However, before Bayer could finish his words, a man wearing scarlet armor and a ferocious horned helmet, who looked more like he belonged in an interrogation room than a meeting like this, knocked on the table and interrupted Bayer. "It sounds like your All-Knowing One has been frightened by Halruaa and has been dormant for hundreds of years."

Suddenly, there was some low laughter in the venue.

Although the all-knowing Du's appearance successfully attracted some allies willing to unite with her, these people would not consider themselves her subordinates.

——Especially, her allies are almost a group of unruly people.

The one who questioned Bayer was the bishop of Bane, the god of tyranny.

As a great devil for many years, Bayer is very clear about one fact: being objective and not subjective is an extremely precious virtue.

Among all the people present, the one who comes closest to this character is the most arrogant Zariel - as long as you are truly willing to fight for her, her heart is far broader than everyone else present combined.

The content of Bann's priest's objection was less important.

Bane is the god of tyranny. His bishops naturally refuse to be subordinate to others—if possible, they will inevitably seize control.

Bayer's flaming pupils dilated slightly. He bared his sharp teeth. "I've heard that centuries ago, the legend of the Three Deadly Gods spread throughout Faerûn. Bane, Melkor, and Baal unleashed a bloody storm across Faerûn. Sadly, their efforts were ultimately undone in the Year of Troubles."

This was undoubtedly a devastating blow, but at least the Church of Bane did not fall into oblivion. Reuniting the power of the Three Gods of Death must have been the long-cherished wish of the God of Tyranny—but over a hundred years have passed since the Years of Troubles.

"Why is the position of the God of Murder still empty?" Bayer showed an extremely malicious smile, "--Could it be that he is afraid of being killed by Apodel Adrian?!"

Bayer thought he could change the subject.

Unexpectedly, the rough-looking Bane priest Slay suddenly paused and slammed the table hard.

The previous guests of this conference room were all withered old mages, so the utensils here naturally didn't place much emphasis on durability. So much so that when the priest struck, a clear crack ran down his claw-like gauntlet, spreading across the entire tabletop with a creaking sound.

"Bail, from what I understand, you've devoted all your energy to Avernus, so you don't know much about Faerun." He said, "Apodel Adrian... fearing this name is nothing to be ashamed of in Faerun. In the past hundred years, all those who believed they could defeat him are now lying in their graves!

"At least we're afraid of the invincible paladin who's been invincible for a hundred years, not a little-known wizard who was completely unknown a year ago! Even an absurd name like Emia of Lunya could make the Avernus Legion tremble in fear!

"There's no arcane tradition in Celestial Mountain. This is just some arrogant kid pretending to be one!"

"Ha!" Hearing this, Bile bared his teeth. "Since we disagree on how to deal with Emya, let's split up our forces. We'd rather attack Elturgard and Baldur's Gate. Will you all take Halruaa in Emya?"

As an exceptional military commander, Bayer never entertained the idea of ​​a mixed military. To effectively command a force, a commander needed to rely on key command nodes. Disrupting the original command structure would only paralyze the military.

If their coalition forces insist on acting together, they will only hinder each other - their so-called unity is just to concentrate their forces and launch an attack together in a short period of time.

In a joint attack, someone has to take on the hard bones and someone has to pick on the weak persimmons.

Now, the key to the problem is who is the soft persimmon.

Bayer's conclusion was very clear: for a force like the Devil Legion that excels at large-scale group combat, people like Emya are the real nemesis.

Apodel Adrian was less dangerous to them - even if all his weapons and equipment failed, Zariel could rely on his physical strength to deal with this foremost paladin, and they would not be beheaded.

Emilia of Lunya?

The devil, however, had already been beaten to the point of seeing stars in Elturgard - Elturgard, a country that had been thoroughly infiltrated and whose supreme leaders were all undercover agents, erupted with terrifying combat power in a very short period of time, completely destroying the supreme leader of the Avernus Legion, the essence of the God-Non-God Society... Who was responsible for this?

Just look at the full moon still hanging over Eltoril!

Bayer would never attempt to attack Emiya's position unless it was absolutely necessary.

Emiya and Halua joined together - in Bayer's opinion, this was not a bad thing.

According to Bayer, the most suitable way for Emiya is to visit the relatively weak countries and re-arm those small countries that are on the verge of collapse. Now, if Emiya really becomes the Mage King, the threat will be reduced.

Halrua was a moderately large nation, a million-person nation in need of reconstruction, enough to immobilize him in a short period of time. Emya's already formidable crafting abilities were diluted when he encountered the Halruans—for Halrua's magical item-making prowess rivaled Cyre's, and was unrivaled on the continent.

The most powerful aspect of magical items is that they're created from nothing, not just icing on the cake. Not to mention, as a demon, I know firsthand how much political struggle can drain my energy. Was the invincible Emiya going to argue with hundreds of elders with their own territories in a meeting?

Bayer almost laughed out loud!

"We may have different views on Emya," Bile said, "the Dragon Coast is ours. We will land, follow Elturgard straight to Baldur's Gate, and then reunite with Larloch and sweep across the north.

"Halrua, where Emiya is, and our backyard are now in your hands. No matter how much you gain, we won't take a single cent."

The Bishop of Bann bowed his head slightly at this moment and said only, "We will consider it."

He has come to a conclusion.

Bayer really didn't know about that matter.

The throne of the god of death is empty.

There are countless gods in Faerun, but the position of the God of Death is extremely special, just like the position of the God of Magic.

The God of Death has [responsibilities].

The vast majority of gods actually only have divine duties or divine domains.

The priesthood here often only refers to the areas from which he can draw power, and often represents the god's expertise in this area - but that's all.

Although the people of Faerun have a custom of praying to the gods before undertaking something, for example, they pray to the god of war Tempus before going to war, and to the god of the sea Umberle before going out to sea.

However, if they really don't pray, what they fear is the wrath and punishment of God, not that the matter really cannot be carried out.

Therefore, the God of Death and the God of Magic are two particularly special gods.

Although Midnight had died long ago, everyone knew that the magic network had not been completely paralyzed, and her voters were doing their best to keep the magic network running.

And if the god of death dies, then the dead souls will really pile up like a mountain in the hazy realm!

In a sense, the God of Death is first the master of the hazy realm, the kingdom of the dead, and only then the god of death!

Now that the God of Death is dead, the position of the God of Magic is still empty, but there is no one on the position.

——Who cares about the survival and hegemony of the material plane? Even if there is a struggle for hegemony, it is to serve as a precursor to the gods' fight for the throne, not to really care about the temporary victory or defeat in the material plane!

In other words, what they were doing now was spreading death and terror in the name of the Lord God, associating their god's name with death. There was no need to attack the enemy's strongest point, let alone Halrua.

As for the territory, it won’t be too late to take it after the Lord God successfully ascends to godhood!

If the devil wants to take the lead and start a fight at this moment, let them do it!

They just wanted to let the devil attract firepower in front, and they took the opportunity to kill people in those divided lands!

At this moment, a representative who had been quite silent all of a sudden spoke up.

He was tall, but hunched like a wild beast, wearing wolf skin and with a wolf head on his head - if you didn't know, you would think he was a werewolf who was halfway through his transformation.

He is the bishop of Mala, the god of hunting.

The God of Hunting, this priesthood does not seem so evil - but the reason why this church is listed alongside the infamous churches of Tyranny, Storm, Plague, and Ocean as one of the wrathful pantheons is due to a misunderstanding in language translation.

It's not just mortals who can hunt, wild beasts can too.