Equipment Printing School Mage
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The Archdruid glanced at the sky and said, "Ah, it's finally time."
With that, she leaped briskly into a tree, instantly crossing a distance of thousands of kilometers and returning to the Sacred Forest. Carefully, as if guarding against thieves, she retrieved the communication crystal ball from her residence and softly chanted a few words. Her lover's face immediately appeared in the crystal ball.
Fenwei smiled happily: "Emmya, very punctual."
"After all, it's almost the last day. We can't be late no matter what." Emiya said from far away in the Hazy Realm, "There shouldn't be any problems with the material plane, right?"
"We have no problems here, but it's harder to say for you." Fenwei sighed. "His Majesty Xinbu said that Larok seems to have transferred some more forces in the past few days. The pressure on your side should increase further. Do you really not need support? I think it won't be a problem if one of Silinxi or Xinbu goes to support you."
Emiya didn't answer immediately. Instead, she covered her face and sighed, "Something happened here... I don't know if it's good or bad. But don't worry, overall, it's good for our side of the battle."
"Do I look like the kind of housewife who takes care of her husband and children? Why should I be so vague?" Fenwei shook the crystal ball. "Tell me clearly, what exactly happened?"
"...In short, this war may not be just a simple power struggle." Emiya said, "AO came to see Yin and told her that the next Shinigami will be related to the outcome of this war."
"—What?! So you still insist you don't need reinforcements?"
"Because I believe the position of the God of Death is irrelevant. This is a crucial battle, but its outcome isn't limited to the Twilight Realm," Emiya said calmly. "The Material Plane is unstoppable, and we can also achieve ultimate victory."
"You are surprisingly stubborn at times," Fenwei murmured helplessly. "Don't die."
"I'll do my best," Emya said without any interest. "The plan remains unchanged. Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning in Faerûn, Elturgard will launch the attack first, Halruaa will depart, and then you will begin the attack on the Warlock's Tomb.
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In the hazy realm, Larok felt as if his long-dried heart had regained some vitality, and the fire of his soul was dancing in his eye sockets.
Because his subordinates had just brought accurate news.
During the conflict a few days ago, the Church of Bane suffered some losses from the indiscriminate bombardment of the City of Judgment, including a high-ranking bishop of some status.
The liches succeeded in capturing the priest before anyone else, and extracted a crucial piece of information from his still confused soul.
The sword of death does exist.
It is a symbol of the position of the god of death and a secret that is kept by all the gods of death.
Of course, one cannot become the god of death directly by obtaining the divine sword, but one can use the authority of the god of death for a short period of time with the help of the sword.
If one is a god close to the position of the God of Death, then obtaining this sword can almost publicly declare their inauguration - and this is also the reason why the Church of Bane has been so proactive recently.
And Kelemvor is not the god of death at all. He just borrowed the sword that no longer belonged to it and temporarily borrowed its power.
The current Judgment City was essentially a house piled high with straw. A single kick would cause it to collapse. It was all just bluffing before.
It was true that there were many more artillery pieces in the City of Judgment. But that didn't mean much—Lunya's Emya was a formidable opponent, but if he had really unleashed his full power, the coalition would have suffered heavy losses long ago.
And compared to his allies, Larloch's army has a decisive advantage: they are not afraid of death.
Even if Emya was in the City of Judgment, what would happen? If he lost, the worst that could happen would be a repeat of the Battle of Candlekeep: being repelled, only to return a few days later.
What is more terrifying than the enemy is the ally.
If the position of the God of Death really fell into the hands of the Church of Bane... then the new God of Death Bane would inevitably attack him on the grounds of dealing with intelligent undead creatures.
"Tomorrow's negotiations are a complete lie," he told his men. "I judge they won't last more than a few hours before all-out war begins. If Kelemvor truly leaves the City of Judgment with the sword, then remember, the sword itself is of paramount importance. If Kelemvor is willing to sacrifice the sword in exchange for saving the hostages, then he must bring the sword back!"
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The sky in the hazy realm had never been brighter. But when the next day arrived, the dim sky seemed even darker, making it hard to breathe.
Maybe it's because this place has become more lively than ever before.
The hazy realm, where only ignorant souls were supposed to linger, was now bustling with activity. An endless army had left their camps and filled the entire field of vision of the City of Judgment. The power bestowed by the gods transformed into leaping sparks that flickered endlessly on the flags of countless churches.
The gates of the City of Judgment were still tightly closed, but two fully-armed warriors were already eager to try, surrounded by the crowd.
Kelemvor twirled the helmet in his hand with some emotion and said, "It's been a long time since I became the God of Death."
While helmets provide crucial protection, they also inevitably limit vision. For truly powerful people, wearing a helmet is also a sign of weakness.
Mars, standing beside him, was still fully armed, like a living suit of armor. He said in a deep voice, "It's better to be more prepared when facing the Benshaba Church."
"As long as you don't really cast yourself into metal, the Church of Benshaba will always find a way." The former Grim Reaper said helplessly as he put on his helmet.
"Then it seems that there's a limit to what we can do." Mars shouted in the telepathic connection, [Emmya, can you ensure that the first round of attack hits the Benshaba Church first?]
[No problem.] Emiya answered with certainty, [Yin is very familiar with the power passed down by Tyche.]
Yes, Emiya and his party had no real intention of negotiating from the beginning.
Because they have the capital to trade.
Kelemvor wasn't the god of death at all. Offering various future favorable terms in exchange for a divine messenger? That was just another form of deception, no different from what they were about to do now.
——At the same time, they were convinced that their enemies had the same intention.
Their enemies had come for the Soul and the Twilight Realm from the very beginning. The conditions they demanded were simply not something they could get at the negotiation table.
As long as they don't choose to leave, the two sides will have no choice but to go to war.
If we were to engage in a large-scale war, the Fury Alliance would naturally be the most powerful. The Thunder Net they launched the day before yesterday dealt a devastating blow to the Faithless Wall, and naturally, an enemy far more fragile than the Faithless Wall would be unable to withstand it. Bringing more people would only result in more casualties.
For this reason, there were only two envoys going to the negotiation venue.
Regardless of their stance, all Death Priests found this decision almost unacceptable.
"...My Lord, I believe we should negotiate!" The priest who had strongly advocated for negotiations at the previous internal meeting now became the opponent. "But why are you going in person?"
"Because unless I fill it myself, no one can satisfy their appetite." Kelemvor narrowed his eyes slightly and replied without turning his head, "Mars, let's go."
The other pastors were even more aware of the unusual atmosphere today.
If these two soldiers preparing to leave the city were filled with murderous intent, the besieging troops in the distance were no different.
The formation was spread out, the magical light and the shining metal merged into one, and a torrent of magic surged endlessly under the dim sky - this was clearly a preparation for a siege.
If the earthen wall they had painstakingly built had not been torn to pieces in the frenzied bombing a few days ago, the City of Judgment would have seen the thunderous doomsday scene again within a few minutes.
Not far away, Emiya also breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough.
He said to the crystal ball: "Your Majesty Grimnir, let the plan begin."
The frivolous young man said with a dark face, "Your Majesty? I've told you so many times. Just call me Grimnir now."
"...Lord Grimnir, may we begin?"
On the other side of the crystal ball, Grimnir snorted.
He himself wore no armor, but his own mount was somehow covered in a heavy horsecloth, its entire lower body draped in luxurious silk.
With his spear raised high, the mysterious commander addressed his fellow commanders, also armed and ready to depart, saying, "I've heard quite a few complaints these past few days—the Hell Knights have a heavy workload, battling thieves and rogues who are as elusive and ubiquitous as cockroaches. It's exhausting both physically and mentally. Now, we can go and wipe out the source of all this."
"Lord Asur and the declaration of war should be arriving in Cormyr by now.
"The faggots are piled high and deep. The blood of the Malar Church has sharpened our blades. Today we officially march into battle! This will be the first war of the year, but it will bring decades of peace! Let's go!"
The horn roared like thunder.
The only melody left in the world was the sound of horses neighing and metal rubbing against each other.
Fifty-nine Swords of Death (Part 7)
The dull air seemed to sense something unusual and began to swirl restlessly on the black soil of the hazy realm.
The City of Judgment gradually became a faint shadow behind them, while the noise of the besieging army became clearer and clearer.
Before, Mars still had the Wall of the Faithless as a support, and he could look down at the tiny black shadows under the wall at will. But now, these supports are gradually drifting away from him.
The surging magical aura shouldn't have been so conspicuous, but when tens of thousands of priests gathered together, the surge of magic power became a wave visible to the naked eye.
This will be a struggle of almost unprecedented proportions.
Mars tightened his grip on the Holy Avenger at his waist and suddenly asked, "Lord Kelanvor, have you ever seen an enemy of this scale before?"
"As a centenarian, I'd love to boast before you, but unfortunately, I don't have any," Kelemvor replied. "But I have good news: the other side probably doesn't have any either."
"Very good," Mars said. "After today, we will gain valuable experience. They won't have this opportunity."
"Ha!" Kelemvor smiled and shook his head. "Let's stick to the plan. You'll be the one doing the negotiations."
Kelemvor was well aware of his eloquence—but he had some eloquence, so he wouldn't be so thoroughly refuted by Cyric in the Judgment of the Gods that he wouldn't be sidetracked.
As for Team Emiya…the one with the worst eloquence seems to be the former Magic Goddess.
The eloquence of the paladins and the eloquence of the bards were renowned throughout Faerun, and Kelemvor had no intention of competing for dominance.
The two of them moved forward steadily, but they were not greeted by the top brass of the besieging forces.
——Instead, they were groups of captives with wounds all over their bodies, their clothes torn, and in a miserable state.
"...It is true." Mars smiled.
The leader of the Church of Pain, the Divine Seal Schmelchen, was pulling the chain in his hand almost like walking a dog, and at the other end of the chain was an endless line of prisoners.
The iron chains with some hideous rust were clearly running through the flesh and bones, firmly binding the fate of these captives in Schmelchen's hands.
This should have been an absolutely fatal blow to all living beings. However, the gods' messengers were rarely weak and helpless. If the enemies of the Twilight Realm had not been so formidable, and they had not been caught off guard, and almost all of them were forced to face an enemy a hundred times their number, they would not have been captured.
"Stop!" Schmelchen said sternly, holding the chain tightly with one hand and raising the other hand high.
The priests of Loviatta were known for their revealing attire, eager to expose their beautiful bodies and their hideous scars. But today, even the priests of Loviatta dutifully donned their true battle armor: a dense, heavy armor of scales with hideous spikes embedded in the chest.
Schmelchen said, "I really didn't expect you to actually dare come here... Well, let's state our terms here. Kelemvor! The gods' messengers are right here. If you hand over the sword of death, we will immediately release all the gods' messengers and leave the hazy realm!
"If you refuse..." The one with the divine seal suddenly pulled the heavy chain in his hand, and the long team almost immediately let out a low groan.
"…something…is not right."
According to the plan, Mars and Kelanwo should have gone straight forward and used the opportunity of negotiation to close the distance.
However, Mars broke the plan at this moment, reined in his horse, and said in the mind connection: [I saw Schmelchen on the city wall, there was something wrong with her.]
[…Is there?]
[There's something wrong with his posture.] Mars said, [Schmelchen is a sadistic superior, and his posture is often extremely aggressive. And now...]
Although Schmelchen in front of them was indeed wearing the armor of the Loviatta Church, she somehow exuded a strange charm... and elegance.
Although the priests of the Lovietta Church were also accustomed to flirting, their delicate social status made it difficult for them to develop such etiquette habits.
If she wasn't Schmelchen...
Mars almost subconsciously turned his gaze in the direction of the other suffering priests, and the vague guess became clearer and clearer.
——The postures of this group of suffering priests were very unnatural, very different from the previous few days.
Even if the circumstances were different, such a drastic change wouldn't occur. Unlike the Church of Shar, the Church of Loviatta, while less open about its activities, also manages the intensity of its activities. Therefore, within various nations, the Church of Loviatta often treads the fine line between moral depravity and violating laws and prohibitions.
Therefore, the Lovietta Church is not so secretive, but it is also not considered to be a high-class church. The etiquette of the superiors is not the main focus of the Lovietta Church.
However, the group of suffering priests in front of them were all like this - they had a habitual, difficult to conceal... heroism.
This was a group of well-trained soldiers, even mid- to high-ranking military officers. And to make them willing to serve as followers...
He smelled the familiar smell of sulfur.
Mars thought for a moment, then raised his head and said in the mind connection: [Emya, I suggest revising the plan.]
From afar on the observation tower, Emiya asked: [Is there something wrong with Schmelchen?]
"Yes," Mars said. "She might be a worthy target."
[…I agree. I'll deploy a unit of artillery. The attack should land several dozen meters behind her, not too close to her.]
After receiving Emilia's assurance, Mars breathed a sigh of relief, drew his sword, and said sternly, "Up to now, you haven't even shown any sincerity in negotiating!"
Mars chuckled softly at this moment. As he continued to approach, he raised his helmet and shouted in a voice as loud as thunder: "You want the Sword of Death? That's not impossible. Then, the details of the handover must be carefully confirmed: Who will be responsible for receiving this sword? Is it you, Miss Schmelchen?"
Schmelchen should not have had the power to decide who would own the sword of death.
Obviously, this is a topic that the Alliance should not want to discuss: there is only one Sword of Death, and no one can afford the price to redeem this sword.
That was the symbol of the throne of the God of Death, one of the most powerful and influential gods in the kingdom! Even if a few nations were placed on the other side of the scale, how could they compare to the weight of the throne of the God of Death?
But at this moment, she laughed softly: "--You may have some misunderstandings. It is not that important to whom the Sword of Death finally belongs."
"Whether it's true or not, you don't have the final say," Kelemvor said. "I'm personally leaving the city for this negotiation, so I should be greeted by the Weather Lord of the Church of Talos or Larloch. How can you be considered a representative of the entire Alliance?"
"Ah, that's a reasonable guess." Facing this question, Schmelchen's voice suddenly became more charming. "Then, unfortunately—I can really represent the army that is besieging this city."
In the sulfurous storm, the skin of "Schmelchen" peeled off.
The exposed fair skin turned bronze, the flying long hair was pushed up into two bulges by the sharp corners, and a pair of fleshy wings stretched out from behind.
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