Equipment Printing School Mage

Although Grimnir won easily, he showed no disdain. Instead, his eyes were filled with envy. "Yes, you're quite good... I've heard that the Hell Knights are an elite force, but I never imagined they'd be this elite... One-tenth are mages, one-tenth are paladins, and one-fifth are priests. Everyone is a skilled rider... It's astonishing!"

"You're joking." The knocked-down paladin had no interest in boasting at the moment, so he just replied.

"I'm only speaking the truth." Grimnir smiled sincerely. "Then, according to the bet, I should now be considered the Knight Commander of the Hell Knights, and have the right to make suggestions at military meetings."

The paladin tilted his eyebrows slightly, and his face under the helmet had turned into a bitter face.

——He is the last surviving Knight Commander.

There used to be a mage among the Knight-Captains of the Hell Knights. Unfortunately, not long ago, he and Grimnir had a spellcasting contest. In the five-minute spellcasting contest, the unfortunate mage Knight-Captain failed to complete a single spell, and was completely countered. The result was too much of a blow, and he has already asked for leave to go home.

He was unlucky. If he had persisted a little longer, he would have found that the priest was just as miserable when facing this mysterious man.

"...Yes." The paladin exhaled, "Except for Knight Commander Mars and Grand Knight Commander Asur, everyone has already admitted defeat."

However, his words elicited a strange response.

Grimnir, who had been calm and composed until then, finally showed some signs of calm. "Ah, Mars is actually your Knight Commander... That puts my mind at ease. Mars is doing the exact same thing in my home, so it's a courtesy."

Grimnir waved his hand and asked directly, "So, as the Knight Commander, I should be qualified to know all kinds of information about the Hell Knights, right? Where should I go to check it out?"

"As for texts, there are mountains of them... What do you want to know, Brother Grimnir?"

"I want to know," Grimnir smiled, "what preparations have the Knights of Hell made recently for the invasion of the Gods and Non-Gods."

"This is confidential. Access to such confidential information must be clearly justified and documented."

"No problem." Grimnir smiled calmly. "I want to see if it's possible to crush the remaining forces of the Gods and Non-Gods in the short term. To do that, I need to know the Hell Knights' preparations."

"...Then I can answer you right now. We are completely unprepared," the Knight Commander replied unhappily. "The most crucial issue right now is our lack of strategic maneuverability. Going upstream along the Chongsa River to Cormyr is too slow. Taking an overland route would require crossing enemy territory, which would be cumbersome. We'd like to borrow or purchase a large number of airships from Halrua, but having just received a large batch of armaments from His Majesty Emya, we simply can't ask for it now."

However, he never expected that Grimnir would actually nod seriously. "Ah, that makes sense. If we want this to happen, we should indeed proceed quickly and in secrecy. It seems you are really planning this seriously. Leave the airship to me. The war is urgent, and Emya will be willing to work a few more days - but these things are not important."

The Knight Commander was furious at this sentence: This information is not important, why are you still asking?

Grimnir glanced at him and replied, "The real significance of this information lies in the fact that the obstacles to your progress are all open and objective. You know it, and your enemies know it too. And you have indeed been unable to move for a long time... Very good."

"So, there is indeed a chance of a fatal blow," Grimnir said. "However, Emya is very busy right now. You should try to order equipment from your Baldur neighbors. From what I hear, they have a mountain of weapons piled up over there, and they can't find a suitable target to vent them. I think they would be happy to throw these things on the heads of the Gods and Non-Gods."

"Are you familiar with His Majesty Emilia?"

"Indeed, he is very familiar with them," Grimnir said with a smile. "However, although he likes to do everything himself, he probably doesn't have the spare time to participate in the surprise attack on Cormyr right now—he is counting money."

To be more precise, it is about gaining favors.

He rescued Serlet, and after Serlet recovered, it was Serlet's own business if he was willing to help.

And Corellon gave him his own reward: he invited Emilia to go to the Forest of Cormanthor.

One of the most powerful elven kingdoms in existence, and one of the greatest cities of the elves after the Crown War, Myth Drannor, the City of Song, is the capital of Cormanthor.

This place has experienced several wars and was once deserted, but is now being restored.

However, the most crucial issue is that at this moment, the elves, and even the most powerful wizard in Toril, Silinsi, is in Cormanthor.

Thirty-five Comanso (II) Rehabilitation Journey for Retired Veterans

Yes, while Grimnir was bullying people in the city of Eltoril, Mr. Mars was indeed doing the same thing in Asgard.

Fight in arenas with Heroic Spirits and even Wild Hunts.

However, he is a little different:

He donned his finest gear without hesitation: a full plate of brilliant sunsteel, shimmering with color and evidently imbued with the most powerful enchantments. Above his head, the Ioun Stone whirled endlessly like planets orbiting a sun.

Mars's adventures in the Emia team for more than a year have made his equipment extremely luxurious, even comparable to that of his teacher.

However, he took out his most luxurious equipment without any psychological barriers - because he found that as he won ten games in a row, the opponent's equipment became better and better without him noticing.

...or rather, it was becoming more and more complete. It was as if the heroic spirits of Asgard were reassembling some fragmented equipment parts, just to give Mars a head-on blow.

What’s even more amazing is that the equipment styles are quite familiar... they seem to be exactly the same as the equipment Mars wore before.

Although Mars had realized this long ago - according to Emiya's habit, he might give the latest weapons and equipment to his teammates, but he would never mind giving away other equipment that could be produced in large quantities.

However, when he was forced to roll on the ground by the overload bombardment of the Moonlight Sword, he couldn't help but shout: "Emiya, look at what you have done!"

"What's wrong?" His captain, Mr. Emiya, replied confidently, "The new equipment you're wearing was obtained in exchange for the equipment I gave away earlier. There's always a loss, and there's always a gain."

However, although the bombardment of the Moonlight Sword made Mars quite embarrassed...it was just embarrassed.

The rules of Mars' challenge are simple - a one-on-one round-robin battle, with both sides using their own equipment.

As a price, Mars only has one minute between each battle to rest, heal and replenish his wounds.

At the beginning, Emya tried to ask Frey and Thor to guarantee Mars' safety, but the two gods who had served as commanders of heroic spirits gave a very clear answer: if killing is not allowed, no heroic spirit will be willing to play house with Mars.

Mars also objected: if he were to lose to an ordinary heroic spirit from Asgard in a one-on-one fight fully armed, he might as well die there - there was no way he would survive the subsequent World War on Toril.

Eventually, this challenge turned into a bloody massacre, with only one-on-one fights remaining.

The intensity of the battle continued to rise as Mars ruthlessly chopped off five heads in a row and cut four heroes in half with one sword - more and more skilled players began to come after hearing the news.

Emilia had a rare mask of pain on his face: he really didn't like this kind of overly bloody battle. But the Heroic Spirits themselves didn't care, so what else could he say? Instead, they had already started cheering for Mars!

Anyway, they have become one and the same.

And now, Mars has finally met a truly powerful enemy - a swordsman who is also quite famous among the heroes and moved to Asgard from other areas of Joseph Garden just to enjoy the endless fun of fighting.

And this swordsman even has a close connection with Mars: he was once killed by the sword of Apodel Adrian.

The evidence is the familiar samurai sword in the swordsman's hand, the Holy Wrath.

A hundred years later, the student of Apodel met his teacher's enemy in a place that had nothing to do with Toril. Perhaps this was also the entanglement of fate.

And this swordsman finally put a damper on Mars's unstoppable winning streak.

"As expected, Mars will soon encounter some powerful opponents." Alestria said softly.

And Emilia was holding her hand tightly at this moment - this was not flirting, but the pastor lady was eager to try.

She is not like Mars who cannot be resurrected. Elaster is also very interested in this extremely risky yet risk-free battle.

The reason they stayed in Asgard was because they were waiting for the messenger.

The messenger of Corellon Larethian could be one of the two Seraphim, or simply the God of the Mystique, Seret himself.

You've helped solve a major problem that's been bothering Corellon for thousands of years, so you should be rewarded.

Emilia is happy to help, but that doesn't mean she's willing to work for free.

——What’s even more terrible is that while he was waiting, Yin’s eyes were moving non-stop, and his gaze kept drifting towards the Golden Palace.

So, Emiya's other hand was also occupied. He could only hold Yin's hand tightly: "—Calm down! The Lord of Asgard is the God King, with countless incarnations. You couldn't sneak in back then, and it's even more impossible now!"

"Back then, Odin was smiling and welcoming on the surface, but he was actually very defensive. Maybe now that I'm weaker, I'm less on guard...?"

"Don't even think about it!"

What's even worse is that the ideas in Yin's head change almost every hour - she even thought about trying to cut off Fayara's resurrection mechanism!

So, Emiya's waiting process was so anxious. Everyone in the team was excited to fly solo, but the captain standing in the middle could be dismembered at any time.

And Mars on the field finally found a way to break the deadlock.

This was a fight after a long stalemate.

The two advanced weapons kept colliding and rubbing against each other in the air, curbing each other's invasion while finding space for themselves to launch an attack.

Just then, Mars finally moved.

He swung his sword violently, and the huge power gap between the two swordsmen was exposed in an instant.

Close at hand, the wrath of the Heavenly Saint was swept aside by a blow. Mars would not miss this fleeting opportunity.

With almost reckless abandon, he slashed at the opponent's side, exposing most of his body to the sharp edge of the Heavenly Saint's wrath. The swordsman standing opposite him almost subconsciously took advantage of the situation and slashed back with a furious backhand.

The power of the Holy Avenger still exists within him, but the Holy Sword can only suppress evil weapons—and the Holy Wrath is right on the edge of evil, without ever stepping into it.

The wrath of the Holy Saint, accompanied by thunder, embedded itself into Mars' armor, while the Holy Avenger tore through the swordsman's armor with a teeth-grinding sound of metal breaking, splitting the swordsman's body in two.

The swordsman's body collapsed to the ground. Before dying, he used the last breath in his lungs to say, "What if your armor can't stop my sword?"

Mars replied: "I have absolute faith in Emia's creation."

"...This is no longer a sword fight." The swordsman could only accept his defeat.

Emilia's eyes naturally caught this sudden and swift scene only after everything was over, and she was stunned.

——Mars is indeed a guy who doesn’t care about the life and death of both our enemies and ourselves.

Mars, who took certain risks and finally won thirty consecutive victories, survived the disaster, took a breath, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and cast holy healing on the place that was hit by the wrath of the Heavenly Saint.

At this moment, Emiya's voice came through the telepathic connection: "Your Excellency's trust in your teammates is truly gratifying. Unfortunately, even the creator himself cannot guarantee that the equipment produced can withstand high-level magical weapons of the level of Heavenly Saint's Wrath."

"You can promise it from now on. No need to thank me." Mars wiped the sweat off his face and replied while raising his weapon high. He shouted to the crowd, "Thank you! Anyone else want to challenge me?"

With only one minute of rest time, Mars would theoretically be exhausted sooner or later - but he has now fought thirty enemies in a row.

"...Whoever it is, come quickly." Emilia could only mutter.

But Mars' winning streak is probably difficult to break, but it is not easy to continue either.

Mars is a warrior with superb skills, an inhuman body, a fearless spirit, and fully armed to the teeth.

When you encounter this kind of person, what you normally need is not weapons and brains, but two legs and hands to remove armor.

It seemed to be the same at the beginning. Even though everyone knew that Mars' physical strength would recover quickly with the passage of time, there was only discussion around, and no more heroic spirits came forward.

They like to fight, not be killed!

The swordsman named Gu Zhi was already one of the best among the Heroic Spirits, yet he lost so miserably. There are few Heroic Spirits who can be Mars's match.

However, the enemy really came.

Wings emitting brilliant light fell from the sky like a meteor. The angel with a large bow on his back and a huge sword in his hand slammed heavily in front of Mars.

She had a pair of pointed ears like an elf, but she had a toned body and tall physique that an elf could never possess.

——A Seraphic Servant.

Filleracell.

Bad news! This female Seraphim was staring at her intently, her eyes filled with anger. Clearly, she hadn't forgotten the rift between her and Emiya over ten thousand years ago.

Your Majesty Corellon, you know how to use people!

"Emia of Lunya!" The Elven Seraphim appeared here only to deliver a message, "My Lord said that he and Angris persuaded Serlet, that fool, for several days and nights, to finally be willing to go out. But as soon as he left, after learning the whole story, he ran away mumbling something. He wants to ask..."

Filleresel glanced around and said sullenly, "Well, it seems he's not here. Anyway, my Lord values ​​him very much. If you find any trace of him, be sure to persuade him to return to Avandor."

The sudden appearance of the Seraphic Servant made everyone present feel a little stunned. After a moment's reaction, Emilia could only immediately say, "If I could see him."

"And then, I want to thank His Majesty Corellon." Filleresel reluctantly took a few steps closer to Aimya and whispered to him, "Myth Drannor is in ruins right now, but with Master Sirinsi guarding it, it's quite safe and secluded. Several of his friends are currently living in seclusion there. If you want to go to the Veiled Realm, there's a couple there who might be happy to help. You could go to Myth Drannor and pay them a visit."

"......?" Emilia suddenly had a bad feeling. "...Wait, could it be that this couple just moved to Mysteron Drannor a while ago?"

Didn't those two say they wanted to live in seclusion?!

"Just as you thought," Filleraiel whispered. "...These two, one once intended to ban the evil faction from casting spells, and the other was no less ruthless. Now that they've finally been relieved of their responsibilities...their hearts of justice, dormant for a century, have flared up again.

"You don't dare to go directly to the Misty Realm because you lack a guide, right?"

"Then there's no better guide than the departed Grim Reaper."

Emiya's pupils shrank: "...When do we leave?"

"Wait a moment." Filleresel raised his sword towards Mars with a stern face. "Come on, you are a member of Team Emia, right? Let's fight!"

Thirty-six Comanthos (Part 3) Fragments of History

Their journey in Asgard was over. Their next destination was Myth Drannor, the City of Song, the capital of Cormanthor.

The Cormanthor Forest... Strictly speaking, it should be considered behind enemy lines now.

Because now the main base of the Gods Association is not the Gods Association, Cormyr is very close to the Forest of Cormanthor, and there is only a valley as a buffer between the two places.

The only good news for them now is that the Vale may not have fallen yet - although Elminster has almost surrendered, he should still have tried his best to ensure peace in the Vale.

The Valley of Shadows in the valley is Elminster's main residence. Now Elminster can barely be regarded as one of the facades of the Gods and Non-Gods Association. Perhaps they will give him some face?

However, with the main force of the Gods and Non-Gods already expected to have departed for the Twilight Realm, there was no harm in going behind enemy lines—Emia's squad was no longer afraid of any small fry. Emia was happy to cause a little more trouble for the Gods and Non-Gods and the demons before the full assault on Cormier.

With their mobility, the concept of "exposing their whereabouts" no longer exists.