Equipment Printing School Mage
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If it were fully equipped, the ship would have been manned by paladins, but since this was a semi-private operation, the mages who were the ship owners only brought their apprentices.
——No, Giles looked at the person who came, his pupils trembling.
In Halrua right now, perhaps only Mars and Captain Fieri could hold their own against this enemy for a few rounds. Even if the other paladins came, they would only die in vain.
“…Zariel…!”
Commander of the Avernus Legion, a fallen Servant of the Seraph, and one of the strongest among the Devil Dukes.
Metatron, the Seraph who once descended upon Halayach, was of her clan.
Can a Nine Rings Elder and his incompetent student defeat Zariel on a narrow boat?
——What a joke!
Zariel stomped his foot heavily on the deck, and with a deafening roar, all the sails on the airship broke.
[Devil Archduke Zariel is aboard!] Giles relayed this nightmarish news to all of his mind connections while shouting the order, "...smash the crystal ball!"
He must make sure that this news reaches everyone on the battlefield as soon as possible!
Only then did he realize that Zariel did not come alone.
Under her left armpit, she was holding a reluctant pastor like a child.
—A Mala priest.
And in Zariel's hand, there was only a dagger.
Giles's breathing quickened, but not to the point of panic.
Mages are not good at continuous battles, and are even worse at encounters.
But the trigger spell at least gave them a chance to escape.
The Malar priest was clearly dissatisfied with his situation, but he didn't dare to resist. He could only grit his teeth and say, "Your Highness Zariel, you came to the battlefield, why did you kidnap me?"
Zariel seemed to take the mages before him completely for granted.
She did not attack immediately, and some fearless mages had already started trying to cast spells on her.
But unsurprisingly, these spells aimed at Zariel had absolutely no effect.
Giles didn't know why, but he thought he should try to pry some possible information out of her before running away... For example, why was she here?
Zariel completely ignored Pastor Malar's words and said to Giles, "Have you spread the news of my arrival?"
This question was so out of context and so unexpected that Giles' heart almost jumped out of his chest!
He could only mumble, "...Is there anything the Grand Duke needs me to convey?"
"Ah, of course," Zariel said calmly. "Tell Metatron I'm on this battlefield. If she doesn't come, I won't leave."
"...This kind of thing." Giles' forehead was already covered in sweat. "Do I really have to tell you?"
At this moment, he suddenly realized why Zariel strangely only took a "dagger".
Why does the style of that dagger look familiar?
Isn’t that the Holy Avenger that His Majesty distributed to the Knights?
The devil is even more powerful than they imagined. In just one month, the Holy Avenger has already been leaked!
...No, perhaps it was the Holy Avengers that His Majesty once distributed in Candlekeep.
But no matter what, the devil has already obtained such a magical weapon.
However, this once glorious divine weapon now flashed an ominous red light, and the hilt had turned into evil hell steel.
The most terrifying thing about this is...
If that tainted Holy Avenger could function similarly to the Holy Avenger, but in the opposite way, and could counter good magic items and spell powers...
The situation they were in at the moment was more dangerous than they had imagined!
Zariel shook his head. "I'll count to six."
"One, two."
Giles was silent for a moment, then shouted through the telepathic connection: "You idiots, what are you still hesitating about? I'll stay here, and you jump off the boat and leave immediately! Now!"
His students wavered, but remained motionless.
"three."
Giles gritted his teeth and said, "Please let them go."
An elder of Giles's rank had a fortune more than enough to resurrect himself several times. He had no interest in having his apprentice buried with him.
Zariel neither agreed nor disagreed, simply counting to himself: "Four."
Giles said, "I don't have a telepathic connection with Her Excellency Metatron. I must cast a spell to inform her."
"five."
At this time, his students finally made up their minds, quickly climbed onto the boat, gritted their teeth and jumped towards the dark ground.
And Zariel didn't move.
"six."
Giles couldn't even see the movements of the Seraph.
Before the pain came, before he tried to activate the chain trigger, his head had already flown into the air.
Until his death, none of the spells cast on Giles succeeded.
At this moment, the airship was empty.
After doing all this, Zariel sneered and slashed with his sword towards the cabin and the bow.
The airship has already lost power and its bow, and will re-enter the air environment. It will quickly stall in the sky and even become red-hot.
The sword she slashed at the cabin caused the airship to lose its buoyancy, destroyed its structure, and caused it to begin to fall apart at an extremely fast speed.
Ultimately, this Halruaan craft will become another dazzling firework in the night.
"...So, you're here to provoke Metatron... What the hell does this have to do with me?!"
The Malar believers still couldn't help but shout.
"Of course it does." Zariel maintained a bloodthirsty smile on his face. "I'm not familiar with the structure of the Malar Church, but the fact that you've come to Cormyr as a representative of the church means you hold a significant position within the church."
"I'm just a representative of the Blood Wolf Family." Tierhe said.
"I don't believe it." Zariel ignored his defense. "But I guess they won't abandon you as long as you're on the battlefield."
After saying this, he ignored Tilhe's continued protests and prepared to leave the airship that had already started burning.
And just as Zariel spread his bat wings, she suddenly turned her head to the side.
A spear-like arrow passed by her ear like thunder and pierced her ear in an instant.
"...That was dangerous." Zariel narrowed his eyes dangerously.
In Elturgard, she hadn't been pierced by any arrows, but now, she was struck by a killing arrow just by letting her guard down.
If she didn't have the Heretic Sword blessed by Asmodeus himself, she would have been killed by the Killing Arrow by now.
Zariel turned around.
At the other end of the ship, another Seraphim with blue hair and silver eyes stood quietly, her pure white wings swirling with silver flames. In her hand, the Seraphim's signature bow opened like a full moon.
Metatron, Mystrel's attendant.
"...Ah, it seems the other Halruaans have escaped with their lives." Zariel laughed, finally willing to leave Tirhe aside. "I have to admit, I didn't expect you to show up so soon. Could it be that you were already lingering nearby?"
A new weapon was also attached to the Devil Duke's broken arm, but its power was far inferior to that of the heretic and traitor that was transformed and desecrated by God himself.
The fiberglass-cast airship was powerful, but after its keel was severed, the entire vessel began to tremble in the storm. The incoming air began to rub against the hull at high speed, and the heat began to slowly make the entire ship blaze.
"Zariel, you may be able to be resurrected in Hell." Metatron's face was cold, "But this will only make you unable to live or die!"
"If you can do it!"
The Secret of the Twenty-Two Malas
Metatron was at a disadvantage from the very beginning.
How shameless and shameless the weapon Holy Avenger is is fully demonstrated here.
Zariel had obviously made sufficient preparations before entering. The surging evil power increased her strength, giving this Seraphic Servant the power to move mountains and fill the sea.
Zariel at this moment was much stronger than she had been when she had rushed into battle.
She had expected to be besieged from the beginning.
Although Metatron had made sufficient preparations, she encountered an extremely embarrassing situation: she did not dare to let Zariel get close to her.
Because all the spells she has will be offset by the influence of that magic sword.
As one gains strength, the other loses strength. The two people who originally had similar strength will now have a 100-0 chance of winning or losing!
Even the arrows she shot had reduced their power, so that Zariel could easily swing his sword one after another and cut down all the arrows that were coming towards him from mid-air.
The only thing to be thankful for now is that the twisted magic sword in Zariel's hand is specifically aimed at the chaotic good camp, otherwise Metatron might not be able to withstand the damage it causes.
And casting divine spells? The Seraphim's mastery of divine spells was almost equal to hers. If Zariel was determined not to let her cast spells, then Zariel could easily counterattack.
Not to mention, if she stopped moving and cast the spell slowly, Zariel's sharp blade would immediately pierce her chest!
The trajectories of the Seraphim and the former Seraphim's round dance in the sky were completely discontinuous. They did not use their clumsy wings at all - their figures flickered alternately in the dim sky like stars. The only slim hope of getting closer to and away from each other was to use the Seraphim's innate teleportation ability to predict the other's next appearance location.
The arrow shot out and brushed past Metatron's body and streaked across the sky in the next second, while the afterimage of the heretic and traitor almost formed a galaxy in the sky.
On earth, the clamor of the battlefield gradually quieted down. The Baenre family, ready to display their prowess, were seized upon by the Cult of the Rising Sun, which had come from afar. While this might not have been the original intention of the Cult's founder, the full power of Dregos's Sun-raising technique was indeed the natural enemy of vampires and drow.
The drow had almost no ability to resist under the extremely scorching sun, and their black skin was burned like a branding iron almost instantly. The Banrui family, who had come to the surface with great difficulty, never expected to encounter such a level of sunlight in the middle of the night.
The organization and strength of the drow were already of great importance in this coalition, but they fell so easily, which was another heavy blow to the already unstable morale of the Malar believers.
Of course, the emergence of the Rising Sun sect also represents another thing.
——Elturgard, who had discovered the traces of the Malar followers a few days ago, completed the mobilization and successfully arrived at the battlefield on the day when the Malar followers launched the general attack.
In order to increase the pressure on the Sharptooth Forest and avoid the extremely lethal group of thunder summoners, the Mala Church finally chose to disperse the attack.
Then, behind them were the elite Hell Knights, all cavalrymen.
The process was extremely brutal... For the Hell Knights, clearing out the completely defeated Malar cultists was just another armed march.
Monsters like owlbears and vampire wolves were certainly powerful and extremely dangerous, but asking them to face a dozen elite warriors at once was a tall order.
[Have the Malar followers been defeated? Okay, okay, thank you very much. After this battle, I'll go to Elturgard to help you upgrade your equipment. Don't worry, the battle in the sky will be left to us. Please find the whereabouts of Aesop Blood Wolf. He may hold a great secret of the Malar Church for thousands of years.]
Emiya ended the call with Hell Knight and took a deep breath.
Of course, he was flying an airship at the moment.
And in front of him was Miss Yin, whom he had not seen for nearly a month.
...Now that I think about it, this is the first time the two of them have been apart for such a long time since Silver's resurrection.
"Miss Silver." Emiya took a deep breath. "Why did the teacher go into battle with Zariel without telling us?"
At least they should be notified first so that they can prepare.
It's been a month, so let's get down to business first—this social habit would seem aloof and distant to most couples. Unfortunately, both Emiya and Yin are, in a sense, truly business-minded. So Yin doesn't see any problem with it at all.
She said seriously, "Do you think Meta will lose?"
"Hmm..." Emiya frowned, "Of course I don't want the teacher to lose...but I really don't know how she won."
"Zariel's only advantage right now is the desecrated sword she wields." Silver waved his hand nonchalantly. "That sword makes me want to laugh... What a complete waste of divine power, desecrating for the sake of desecration. That power could easily be used to craft a new weapon. It's completely incomparable to the fully-fledged Holy Avenger."
Emiya also noticed this.
If the Holy Avenger is an industrial product, then Zariel's sword is simply a so-called chipped stone tool, a non-replicable handicraft.
Some might think that rarity and artificiality signify value, but on this point, Emiya and Yin's views are completely the same: a weapon's performance is the only thing that matters.
It has nothing to do with its price or production capacity.
Cheap, mass-produced weapons can easily outperform rarer weapons. The sword in Zariel's hand is simply the reverse of the Holy Avenger.
The thing is, it was at least a true Anti-Sacred Avenger.
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