Equipment Printing School Mage
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Now, the two of them were on Emilia's pirate ship. Silver, who was supposed to be the most noble, was now acting coquettishly in Emilia's arms without any psychological burden, and was fighting openly and secretly with Elaster...
So, the two great masters also started.
Facing Xinbu's accusation, Silinxi retaliated bluntly, "Even unique secret techniques differ. As far as I know, Your Majesty the Witch-King of Agorrond, some of your spells are not even taught to your own apprentices or even your own partner, right?"
"Heh." Simbu retorted to her sore spot, "At least I still fulfill some of my responsibilities as a king—but a certain moon elf archmage, a thousand years ago, left all of Myth Drannor leaderless, and countless families perished in battle for the Ruling Blade. The only elf who successfully gained the Ruling Blade's recognition simply left Myth Drannor. Just a few decades later, Myth Drannor, once the most glorious pearl on the continent, was destroyed for the first time. The elves called it the Weeping War."
Sirinsi shook her head and sneered, "I never regretted leaving Myth Drannor. The flowers still bloom, but the stems and leaves have long since rotted—Myth Drannor was indeed hereditary before, but that selection actually had no restrictions on birth. The reason I was able to obtain the Sword of Domination was for a simple reason: all the original families of Myth Drannor had already completed the trial, and none of them were recognized by the Sword of Domination."
Even though this happened nearly a thousand years ago, when talking about it, Silinxi was still furious.
She angrily burned the pen in her hand to ash. "You didn't see the scene: All the houses that had once founded Myth Drannor sent their most venerable and promising members to the square to draw the weapon of the late king. Yet, none of them were recognized, and the essence of Myth Drannor was destroyed in the flames one by one."
"Finally, I, an exile in Myth Drannor, who for a time had become a stranger here, went up to die rather than draw my sword, to avoid affecting their position in Myth Drannor. Then I was recognized and received the conditions for the recognition of my master from the Ruling Blade."
Sirinsi suddenly stood up and slammed her fist on the desk. "Whoever draws this sword must be an elf worthy of goodness, worthy of Myth Drannor, and worthy of our Lord Corellon."
"Godspeed! Such simple conditions, yet not a single person in all of Myth Drannor could meet them!" Silencee's voice rose in pitch, practically screaming. "A place so filthy and iniquitous that was ultimately destroyed by a far more sinister and powerful force deserves it!"
Just like the former Erivanda Empire.
Emiya thought quietly.
It was glorious and brilliant, admired by outsiders... but the corruption within had already spread everywhere.
Before she finished speaking, Silinsi continued, "If there hadn't been that king selection, with the elite from over a dozen families present, how could Myth Drannor have been reduced to ashes in just a hundred years? Everything stemmed from their own ambition to advance further. They brought this upon themselves!"
The two men continued to bicker, but Emiya's body shook violently.
A strange and vague inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind.
He opened his mouth, hesitated, and interrupted the conversation: "Speaking of which... those who participated in the king selection were not strong enough and did not take proper protection?"
"Of course not." Silene clearly remembered that hellish time, recounting it as if it happened yesterday. "I saw it clearly then. They had already applied all kinds of protection—but it was useless. Attuning to magical items can be one of the most dangerous things in the world. The damage incurred during this process can easily bypass all kinds of protection, dealing a fatal blow to the attuned person. Attempting to attune to the Sword of Domination is a process of abandoning protection."
"Just like the Moon Blade's master recognition ceremony?" In Emiya's mind, the vague and crazy idea began to become clearer and clearer.
But he didn't dare say it, for fear of making Silinxi crazy.
Silinxi naturally had no way of prying into the thoughts of another chosen one, so she nodded and said, "There is almost no difference—at most, the conditions for acknowledging the master are different."
Now, Emiya remembered something else.
Corellon had said himself that he might now have learned how to craft the materials and the rituals to transform them into powerful magical weapons - but that was not the point.
The true power of the Moon Blade lies in the infinite accumulated power within it, but now Emilia can only engrave the runes on it herself.
Corellon said that the secret was actually hidden in the ritual, but there was no key to open it.
The ceremony of recognizing the master was deliberately isolated by the Lord of the Seldarine and was no longer bound to the ordinary sword-making method because it killed too many people.
Previously, Emilia also felt that this ritual was too overbearing and bloody, so she did not use it.
But now, a crazy, even extremely despicable idea was becoming clearer and clearer in his mind.
To realize this idea, Kailanwo may need to help act as a liar!
"Everyone still needs to copy the spells. Therefore, we will launch our attack on the Warlock's Tomb and Cormyr in three days." Emya was anxious. "Now, please excuse me. I must confirm something with His Majesty Kelemvor."
In other words, he is needed to help build momentum.
And Yin stared into his eyes, jumped up lightly, and smiled quite brightly... one could even say that his smile was quite wicked.
[Emiya, when you hit your forehead, the plans you come up with are not serious.]
Forty-one: The Land of Death (I)
The eternal dullness and darkness are the main themes of the hazy realm.
It is vast, boring and repetitive, with dark and dull colors. Even the clouds in the sky are too lazy to dress up here.
This is an extremely special world among many.
Whether this is the realm of the god of death, or whether the god of death chose to establish his kingdom in this place has always been a topic that religious scholars are extremely passionate about.
If a living person came here, it wouldn't take long for them to become depressed and hopeless because of the dim and depressing atmosphere here - although the shadow spirits might say that the environment here is much more comfortable than the Shadow Underworld.
However, this monotonous and boring atmosphere is just right for the soul here.
They wandered here in confusion, already somewhat lost, those lacking sufficient wisdom not even realizing they were dead. Only when they saw the messenger of their Lord God would the fire in their eyes rekindle.
——Therefore, all the dead who gradually realized that something was wrong with their situation could not help but move towards the only city in this area.
This city has had many names, and its situation has changed with the change of the person chosen by the God of Death.
When it was still called the City of Strife, it was practically a slaughterhouse where the god of death satisfied his desires. A large number of residents were slaughtered and destroyed at will, forcing them to end their second life prematurely. Wailing and screaming were the only things that could break the silence here.
Under the recently retired Death Lord Kelemvor, it was renamed the City of Judgment. Although Kelemvor eventually changed his policies and no longer sought to favor the good and brave dead, the modifications he had made to the City of Judgment when he first took office were not demolished.
Therefore, the City of Judgment at this moment is actually a super-large city with complete facilities and tight defenses.
The current residents of the City of Judgment are extremely sincere in thanking the former God of Death, Kelemvor, for his transformation of the City of Judgment.
Otherwise, they would be dragged away like the wandering souls outside the city.
The Hazy Realm is now more lively than ever before and has been completely involved in the most massive siege war.
In other words, a siege.
The tents of the evil church formed a sea of clouds that seemed to have no end, becoming the most unique and terrifying scenery in the world.
"...That master still refuses to come out and help?"
A fully armed resident said, "No. He said that from now on, he can't live on the highest floor, so let the wizard who lives on the highest floor help."
These outrageous yet uncompromising words, coming from the mouth of Master Halrua, seemed extremely credible.
"Are you sure you didn't hear it wrong? The archmage's Common accent is too thick."
"Not much different," said a resident who had spent considerable time in the Twilight Realm. "That's just the nature of the Halruaan. To stay ahead of the crowd, they even use airships when they go out."
"You'd better not mention this in front of him," another resident said. "I accidentally mentioned this to him last time, and he got even angrier. He muttered something about that kind of garbage not being worthy of being called an airship, and then he slammed the door again."
The defenders on the city wall looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally came to a unanimous conclusion: "Whether the mage is dead or alive, his temperament is just as strange."
After a moment of silence, the veteran guard said, "Even so, we can only continue to persuade them. If another group of liches attacks the city, we'll still have no choice but to rely on them... You don't want to be wiped out in the meteor explosion, do you?"
As they chatted, a wizard who looked extremely elderly floated past them with an unusually hearty laugh, looking very proud and saying, "If he doesn't come, then he won't come! If I can't make him angry, then I'm living in the highest position in the house for nothing!"
The defender was startled and immediately turned around and said respectfully: "Master Mustafa!"
Yes, it was Taqi Al-Mustafa.
Halrua was the theoretical supreme leader during Abel's decades of life, the former second in command in the Council of Elders after the Mage King, and the former patriarch of Halrua's first family.
The reason why it is before is because he is already dead.
The reason for his death was extremely simple: he was too old, a new generation of young people in the family had grown up, and Halrua's full recovery was on track, so he neglected to take care of his own body.
The elders of Halruaa were generally extremely old. If they still held onto their determination to live, perhaps their lives could have continued. However, those like Mustafa, who had endured decades of immense suffering and unexpected redemption, had forgotten their fear of death amidst the ups and downs of life.
Then, he died of old age.
Death from old age cannot be resurrected. Since he has been staying here this whole time, it means that there is no possibility of resurrection for him - otherwise he should have been called away the next day.
However, dying early might not be a bad thing for him—the souls that perished in Abel did not seem to be able to return to the Hazy Realm, so there were almost no Halruans in the City of Judgment at the moment, let alone any Mage Kings who had come before him.
Therefore, among the Halruaans who died during the same period, he was theoretically the supreme leader. And because of this, he could be said to have proudly occupied the tallest buildings in the City of Judgment—especially the towers.
This joy reached its peak when another group of Halruaans arrived, as Mr. Mustafa recognized several elders from Haligad.
Haligad and Halayach, the present and former capitals.
The two sides, if not completely estranged from each other, are sworn enemies.
If it weren't for the new Mage King Lunya's Emilia, who aimed to return to Faerun and successfully brought them together to work together and slightly alleviated some of their mutual hatred, they might have quarreled the moment they met.
——Precisely because the rift between them has slightly decreased but not disappeared, the joy of occupying the highest residence in the city is particularly strong.
The Haligads' obsession with the tallest building was even stronger than that of the Halayahs! Even more infuriating was that Mustafa completely suppressed these later Haligads, both in terms of strength and secular status.
Making the other person feel unwilling and unhappy, yet unable to resist, was a triple, even quadruple, pleasure. Mustafa felt as if his soul was about to glow.
It would be better if he didn't even have a spell book now if there weren't all those messy besiegers outside.
"Anyway, don't worry about that wizard named Giles." Mustafa waved his hand. "How was the battle today?"
"Still the same," the guards replied.
The Hazy Realm is a rather desolate place. Almost all supplies are transformed from the divine power of the former gods of death. Therefore, various weapons and equipment are in short supply.
The only good news is that this besieged city exists in name only. The residents of the City of Judgment are all dead and have no need for the necessities of life.
However, the bad news is that according to Mustafa's observation, the real target of these unidentified lunatics outside is the souls, or the residents of the City of Judgment themselves.
On the one hand, they were searching for ownerless ghosts on the endless plains of the Hazy Realm, and on the other hand, they had blocked the passage from other planes to the Hazy Realm.
The City of Judgment will not fall because of the siege itself, but it has indeed become an isolated city.
Now, only a very small number of dead who were extremely powerful in their lifetime can enter the City of Judgment. The other newly dead souls have been taken away by people outside the city and their whereabouts are unknown.
The task seemed quite heavy, so the siege was not so urgent, but the City of Judgment was just barely surviving.
The souls that died in the besieged city will never have the chance to be resurrected.
Mustafa sighed.
The long years in the City of Judgment brought an abundance of manpower, many of whom were talented and capable, but they were severely lacking in the supplies needed to arm themselves. Even a swordsman couldn't fight with a clay sword.
The city would not fall any time soon, but there was no sign of breaking the siege.
"My king, it would be nice if you were here too." Mustafa muttered softly.
Even though he was hundreds of years old, he had never seen such an outrageous creator as the new Mage King.
But he couldn't help laughing.
The new Mage King is only in his twenties. If we want to wait for him to come, it will take at least a hundred years or even a thousand years.
Perhaps he will become the eternal king of Halruaa?
Then Mustafa heard the answer.
Almost instantly, the voice of Lunia's Emiya returned to Mustafa's mind: "Very good, you are indeed in the Twilight Realm, and you seem to be doing well. Where are you now?"
The new Mage King is the Chosen One of Magic, and the Silver Flame allows him to hear the call to him.
And Mustafa's face quickly changed from shock to uncontrollable joy.
——The Mage King has arrived, and everything will be solved!
Forty-two Death Gods' Kingdom (Part 2)
"The Hazy Realm is the dining hall of the gods. Countless souls linger here, and countless divine messengers attempt to feast on this boundless land. But, ah, I still don't understand. It's not enough to just stick your mouth into the trough. Is it necessary to stick your front legs in as well?"
Larloch, the master of the Warlock's Tomb, floated in the center of the tent, his voice so cold that it almost froze the tent.
"As a sign of respect for this alliance, I will only warn you once." The Lich King's eyes burned with fire. "Do not let me know again that someone covets my property."
Then, he slowly scanned every priest present with his eyes burning with fire, and then disappeared from the spot.
Lalok's figure disappeared, but his pressure still lingered in the meeting place where all the churches gathered, making this already dim and dark place even more depressing.
No one answered, no one moved, no one even made a sound.
A minute later, a young man with rosy skin and black hair finally stepped out of the crowd and spoke methodically, "[Avoid infighting in the Hazy Realm. At least we must control the intensity.] This was the consensus we reached before we set out. While there have been some frictions, we've mostly adhered to this consensus. Now, Lord Larloch's mobilization of such a large force is truly an overreaction."
Someone came out to smooth things over, and the originally heavy atmosphere immediately dissipated a lot. The priests present quietly breathed a sigh of relief and echoed in a low voice, as if they were afraid that Lalock, who had already left, would hear their complaints.
"But then again, everyone knows that Larloch is not a reasonable person. In fact, he is almost not the same kind of person as us. If you want to get along with him, you have to be more cautious." The young man changed the subject, shook his head, and sighed deeply.
"From what I've heard, a priest, in order to fight for the soul seized by one of Larloch's men, actually pulled out her holy symbol and used the Dispel Undead spell on her ally. This priest was quite an elite soldier, and she actually managed to control the vampire who was escorting them—but then things got worse. She actually took the vampire and the soul back with her. Isn't that a bit over the line?"
The priests present nodded repeatedly: Although they did not dare to confront Larok head-on, they did not offend him too seriously after all.
And this priest who was eating and taking things at the same time was none other than the overbearing priest Talos.
So, they all looked towards the center of the tent at the same time.
The Church of Talos, Lord of the Fury Pantheon and God of Storms, was already a significant force within the alliance, second only to the Gods and Non-Gods. Now that the Gods and Non-Gods were willing to perform various service functions, command naturally fell into the hands of the Church of Talos.
The ending of the priest who made the mistake is bound to attract attention: because she is the daughter of the current Archbishop Talos, the current commander-in-chief of the Twilight Realm Army.
Bishop Talos was silent for a moment, then said, "She has shown such disregard for discipline that we will conduct a strict internal investigation and handle her. Once we have a conclusion, we will announce it to the public. In the meantime, we will keep her under strict control."
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