Equipment Printing School Mage

And this fluctuation continues on the land of the hazy realm.

It spread outward, and the messengers of gods who were bound to the earth and unable to move were dragged away by the invisible waves and disappeared on the spot, leaving only the messengers of gods who originally belonged to the evil gods still stranded on the spot, unable to move, groaning softly.

With just one strike, the destructive offensive organized by the Furious Alliance vanished into thin air.

“…Retreat! Retreat quickly!!!”

At the same moment, a silver bead on Kelemvor's tsuba went out.

This scene was beyond the expectations of all the attackers. They screamed and turned around and ran, chanting the mantra of reversal, and fled the battlefield in an instant.

Kelemvor swayed as he watched this scene. He gritted his teeth and tried to swing his sword again, but his knees gave way and he nearly fell to the ground.

He gritted his teeth, thrust his sword naturally into the city wall, and shouted, "Evildoers, get out of the hazy realm! This is not a place for you to bully others!"

Then, he turned slightly and whispered to Midnight behind him, "...Help me down. Don't let those villains see me clearly."

Then, in a lower voice, he asked, "Do you think they'll fall for it?"

Fifty-four Swords of Death (Part 2)

The massive all-out siege was forced to be interrupted.

The full-strength attack of the Talos priests, who had just been so arrogant, disappeared in such a simple and sloppy way.

With one sword, just one sword, the endless web of thunder disappeared on the Wall of Faithless.

The Talos priests who had just been laughing wildly stood naked in the gloomy wind of the hazy realm, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Their bodies were cooling down and their hearts were sinking to the bottom.

The reactions of other churches were similar.

The grand first siege ended just like that. The morale of the alliance completely collapsed after a single blow. No one wanted to directly confront Kelemvor.

The priests of the Church of Talos did not return to the tent immediately... All their clothes were reduced to ashes, so they had to go back to the tent to change clothes first.

While waiting for the Talos priests to arrive at the tent, no member was willing to speak.

Although the priests of Talos saw it most clearly, others were not completely unaware of what was happening.

From the fragments of conversation between them, an extremely terrifying piece of news was quickly pieced together in the big tent.

The former Death God, no, the Death God Kelemvor, had returned! It was he who destroyed their attack with a single strike!

Larok was also observing the members in the tent at this moment, and he easily came to the conclusion that Kelanvor's appearance was a bolt from the blue for them.

The City of Judgment was essentially Kelemvor's kingdom. Their sweep through the Twilight Realm was predicated on Kelemvor's resignation, leaving the City of Judgment without a leader.

If Kelemvor returns, the very foundation of this alliance will be shaken. I'm afraid many churches won't even have to wait until the next day; they'll start planning their return to the material plane the moment the meeting adjourns.

Therefore, when the Church of Talos arrives, there will inevitably be a question and answer session regarding the outcome of this expedition.

As expected, as soon as Fox, with a gloomy face, stepped into the tent, he was greeted with questions as dense as raindrops.

"What happened?"

"Really Kelemvor?"

"How did he neutralize the attack!?"

"Do you still want to continue fighting?"

Fox was clearly in a bad mood. He angrily pushed his enthusiastic ally aside and yelled, "Shut up!!"

He was directly involved in the siege, a member of the army that attacked the city walls. Because of this, he personally experienced the incredible scene.

The Talos priest trudged over to his seat and slammed it down hard. He wiped his face with his hand and took a deep breath. "...First of all, we didn't release ourselves from the mind control."

A lich in the corner of the tent sneered, "If you can directly dispel the lightning bolt in flight, then you can become a lich."

Fox had no patience for such cold words. He raised the holy emblem and roared like thunder, "I'm telling you, I'm in a bad mood right now. If you say another word, I'll kill you too!"

And LaRocco remained silent at this moment.

The lich then shut up obediently. A top-tier priest like him still had a natural ability to suppress the undead. The lich's power was no greater than that of a leader of a large church.

"……call!"

Fox stared at the lich intently for a long moment before finally sitting back down. He let out a breath and spoke slowly, "Right now, I have only one hypothesis about what we've encountered: our lightning was forcibly dispelled by some force. We don't know what it was."

At this time, Raphael finally spoke: "...Is it divine power?"

"I don't know," Fox replied.

Pastors are only very close to God, but they understand God more as an idol.

The nature of divine power? Such a mystery could only be revealed by the gods themselves, and Fox was not granted that privilege.

Or perhaps, the evil church relies on the unknown and fear to establish its authority. Naturally, the church's pastors should not be exempt from this principle.

Perhaps a good deity might discuss these issues with his chosen ones, but such examples are all too rare within the evil church.

The elects of good gods are often the gods' confidants or even friends - the more exaggerated ones are their bedmates -

And the evil priests will always be subordinates or even slaves.

After Fox finished speaking, the others couldn't help but look at each other.

Even the priests of Talos who were standing nearby couldn't explain what was happening. They couldn't see clearly because of the lightning that blocked out the sky.

The only thing they could be sure of was that the murderous warrior on the city wall must be Kelemvor himself.

During the dark decades, this seemingly neutral god has been a loyal ally of the good side, but also one of their greatest enemies. Even if he were reduced to ash, these evil priests would not be able to recognize him.

At most, there was a bit more excitement in Kelanvor's expression, and the deadness faded away.

Compared to the god of death, Kelemvor is now more like his former self before becoming a god - a hero with great martial arts skills.

The silence in the tent was eerie.

They now have to figure out what to do next.

There was no way they were going to attack a kingdom of God. Now, they desperately needed a reason to keep fighting.

Some people lowered their heads in deep thought, while others avoided looking.

Inwol and Schmelchen of the Ban Church exchanged glances from time to time, and seemed to be hesitant to speak several times.

Larrock took it all in, and finally, he gently floated up from his chair: "You are scared."

These words made the last of the noise disappear.

The pastors present certainly did not want to be insulted and shown to be timid - in this world, being timid meant being hunted down and devoured.

But before they figured out Kelemvor's background, they really didn't dare to attack the current City of Judgment.

"Fear has blinded your eyes, so that you failed to discover Kelemvor's weakness in the first place." The soul fire in Larloch's eye sockets flickered.

"What flaw?!" Fox had been hit hard by Kelanwo's attack before, but now he found that there was still room for a turnaround. He couldn't help but stand up and asked anxiously.

"The time of appearance." Larok looked around and said with extraordinary certainty.

"If he was still the God of Death, he should have come out to stop us at countless points: when we first arrived in the Hazy Realm, when we were looting there, when we began to control the Divine Envoy, and even when we began our large-scale siege. He didn't show up—there must be some reason behind this."

"He arrived too late and too early. If I were him, I would either show up early and scare off all the lurkers, or I would wait until we were trapped in the battlefield and unable to leave, and then I would capture us all in one fell swoop.

"Now, after we've begun our siege, he's finally revealed himself, not delivering a sufficient blow, nor stopping us from feasting on our fill... This is unnatural."

Larok rarely gives advice on a daily basis, and even when he does, it's usually sarcastic.

But today, the thousands-year-old great sorcerer finally began to reveal the tip of the iceberg of his wisdom.

As Larloch continued his story, the originally gloomy atmosphere was almost swept away, and the eyes of the Alliance's priests finally lit up.

Finally, Larloch offered his final verdict: "Furthermore, I've noticed something very interesting—after repelling us, Kelemvor never pursued us again, allowing us to retreat without inflicting many casualties or even destroying the earthen wall. In fact, we can always launch another attack if we so desire. Have you come up with anything?"

At this point, Fox's face showed an uncontrollable joy. "—I see! Kelemvor's power is limited! He can't use a blow like that again! I remember now! There were three silver beads on the hilt of his sword! After he swung that sword, one of the silver beads dimmed!"

In an instant, the extremely heavy atmosphere just now was swept away by this sentence.

An enemy whose power has no end is invincible.

And an enemy who can only swing his sword twice more is extremely weak.

His first attack only neutralized the offensive. So would it be difficult to use up the remaining two chances?

The Church of Bane never took any action during the last siege, and this was an unspoken secret between both parties.

Then, as long as everyone worked together, taking down the City of Judgment would not be a problem - rather, if they really took it down in one fell swoop, they would be worried.

Now, this level of obstacles is completely within their control!

The moment they realized victory was within their grasp, their collective wisdom erupted. The camp suddenly became noisy, and the previous silence seemed like an illusion. "We didn't know he was in the city before..."

When the City of Judgment was leaderless, the evil church's usual methods were ineffective - even if they tortured the captives, ordinary citizens would not be stupid enough to jump off the city wall and fight them to the death, which would be completely suicidal.

But now was different—whatever had happened to Kelemvor, he had clearly not severed his connection to the Death Seat. Therefore, the responsibility had not been removed from him.

What they have in their hands are not just captured souls. These souls from all over the world are really not worth threatening.

——There are also messengers of the gods here! There are many messengers of Kelemvor's allies among them!

Even if a kind and magnanimous god were truly forgiving, the death of a divine envoy before Kelemvor was a truly earth-shattering event. They'd painstakingly concealed this news for months, preventing the events of the Twilight Realm from escalating into the Material Plane until today... wasn't it all for this day?

Raphael looked at the boiling figures, pondered for a while, and quietly left the tent.

[It's time for you to start moving.] He said to the distance, [What exactly is going on with Kelemvor? We must investigate thoroughly!]

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On the other side, the City of Judgment was in complete chaos.

They had long known that the City of Judgment was under siege, but there was simply no one who could organize the City of Judgment - so the residents, who were aware of the crisis, had long believed that they were just dying a slow death.

However, Kelemvor's arrival, or rather his return, completely reversed this desperate situation.

What’s more crucial is that Kelemvor, who was thought to have lost his power, has returned quietly!

Kelemvor had originally challenged the previous God of Death, Cyric, as a hero of the City of Judgment. His prestige here had also increased several levels since he became a God of Death.

If the residents here were not generally of a particularly enthusiastic and loyal character, he would not have finally been recognized at this moment.

"Praise our Lord Kelemvor!" A priest of the God of Death almost shed tears. "Our Lord, you left so hastily that we almost thought you had met with misfortune!"

The God of Death and the Goddess of Magic, two supposedly the most powerful gods in Toril, have faced such a troubled fate, their succession numbers shameful. Kelemvor's demise would be a fitting end for a god of death.

Kailanwo forced a smile and wanted to say something, but his expression suddenly changed. He covered his mouth and coughed, and the silver beads on the sword also flashed.

Kelanwo seemed to realize that he had lost his composure, but he immediately put on a gentle smile and continued the victory parade, forcing himself to persevere until the very end.

The final destination of the parade is, of course, the Palace of Death, the Crystal Spire.

This is the residence of the God of Death, not his office. No one, living or dead, is allowed to approach this place without permission. Therefore, even the most enthusiastic residents have to retreat in front of the crystal spire.

As the last resident disappeared from sight, visible fatigue appeared on Kelanwo's resolute face.

He didn't enter the Crystal Spire, but instead said, "Everyone, you were all once my subordinates, so I must now tell you a cruel truth: I have indeed resigned from the throne of the God of Death, and there is no way I can regain the recognition of the AO. The only reason I can stand before you now is because of a backup plan I left behind."

"You can probably imagine that the power of this backup plan is definitely not unlimited."

A trace of bitterness crossed Kelemvor's face. "So, everyone, I need your help. Right now, His Majesty Emia of Lunya is the main force capable of defending the City of Judgment. You must mobilize the City of Judgment and prevent them from scorning the assistance provided by His Majesty Emia. Otherwise, with my current strength..."

He stroked the dull silver bead on the hilt of his sword. "Scenery like today's divine intervention won't happen too often. Please don't take any chances!"

"what?!"

"...In short, this news..." Kelemvor said solemnly, "It's known only to heaven, earth, you, and me. It must be kept secret and not leaked."

"Otherwise, the City of Judgment will face a catastrophic disaster."

"My Lord!" a priest could not help but cry out, "How could you leak such important information?"

"Because I'm worried." A bitter smile appeared on Kelanwo's face. "If I hadn't told you, you would still be the priests staying in the Kingdom of God, with a transcendent status... But unfortunately, we are not qualified to issue orders to His Majesty Emilia. Now, our only choice is to fully support His Majesty Emilia's arrangements!"

Kelemvor's bad news was like a drenching drop of cold water, leaving the atmosphere before the Crystal Spire as cold and silent as a graveyard. After a long pause, a priest finally stammered, "...Well, I must get back to work. It's a difficult task to convince those arrogant and unruly adventurers to willingly assist His Majesty Emya."

Kelanvor covered his mouth and coughed again: "...Then please."

Please, please spread this news, Kelemvor thought to himself.

Otherwise, all his hard work on his acting would be wasted.

Fifty-five Swords of Death (Part 3)