Equipment Printing School Mage
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"There are people in this world who deceive others but not themselves. They never speak a word of truth, yet they know exactly what they want." Mars sneered, "And you are one of the very few fools who deceive yourself - you seem to think you have feelings for Yin, but your actions clearly show that you have never taken her to heart!"
"What do you know!" Larlock had originally stopped wanting to continue his argument with Mars, but he was absolutely unwilling to back down on this topic. "Necromancy is a vast and boundless world. How can other schools of thought be qualified to compete with it? How can we shut out a whole new world just because of worldly morals? As soon as she takes one step into it, she'll be hooked!"
"Larloch, you bastard!" Kelemvor roared. "You seek a new world, but where is the world of those you have slaughtered so innocently?!"
"So naive, no wonder you're now a former Death God." Larloch's voice was devoid of warmth, nor any regret. "Existence isn't a birthright; death is. If they die, it only means they don't deserve to live."
"That's it," Mars sneered. "Then I can tell you - whether Yin would be obsessed with necromancy is just your imagination, but she is now truly obsessed with Emilia and his magic."
As the final sarcasm was uttered, the temperature outside the Hazy Realm finally dropped to its lowest point.
Endless negative energy flowed out from Larloch's body, and the destructive storm swept up heavy acid rain on the earth, hitting the wall of the force field wave after wave.
"Words can hurt others, and they can also hurt yourself," Larloch said coldly, "You will just watch from here as Judgment City is destroyed."
The Lich King glared at Gracia coldly, released the dimensional lock, and said, "You can leave now."
Gracia just tried to speak when Larroc interrupted her again: "I have thought about how to transform the creatures of the outer plane."
Larrock's words, which did not sound like a joke at all, deprived Gracia of her last bit of courage. The Princess of Nine Hells gasped and disappeared on the spot.
Now, the last outsider has left.
The Lich King was obviously really furious.
He gestured, and the overwhelming acid cloud began to move, clearing a path for the full-scale siege to begin.
Hundreds of liches descended from the sky, floating towards the city wall, while the tortured banshees began to weep and gathered towards Mars and the others.
Even the coalition of gods, which had been repelled, seemed to realize the change in the offensive and defensive situation and began to move back in this direction. However, they were clearly well aware of the danger of the banshee army and kept their distance, not daring to get any closer - no one wanted to be the unlucky one killed by the banshee's screams.
Mars and Kelemvor were surrounded by the banshees almost in an instant. Countless dead elven spirits stared at the two people in the force field with eyes full of hatred and murderous intent, and slammed the wall of the force field, vying for the qualification to smash the two people into pieces.
However, these are not enough to destroy the Wall of the Faithless.
Emilia and others have always been hiding behind the Wall of Unbelievers. If he doesn't destroy the Wall of Unbelievers, all his plans will be in vain.
Then, the acid cloud began to roll and change in the sky, and finally settled firmly on the wall of the Wall of the Faithless.
Larloch could no longer see the Wall of the Faithless clearly from a distance, as strong acid continued to rise in the air. The extremely dangerous white smoke had almost completely enveloped the towering wall, severely obstructing his vision.
Acid Cloud does have a weakness - it is not that strong against a few elite enemies.
As a liquid devoid of any magical properties, it couldn't break through acid immunity, nor could it corrode already incorrodible materials. Therefore, this acid rain had no effect on the force field wall, allowing Mars and the others to hide safely beneath it. Its greatest significance lay in its use in certain rare and specific situations.
However, it plays an unparalleled role at the moment: there may be some mages in the City of Judgment, but even if they work together, the force field wall they create is completely unable to protect the most important Wall of Faithless at the moment.
The sheer size of the Wall of the Faithless turned into an absolute disadvantage in this situation.
What if the Wall of the Faithless's barrier is indestructible? Destroy the wall itself, and the barrier will vanish.
The acid rain cloud was too high. No matter what method was used, anyone who wanted to dispel it would have to leave the protection of the Wall of the Faithless and face Larloch's entire army.
In Lalok's view, the fall of the City of Judgment is only a matter of time.
Larloch stared at the swirling clouds within the city walls, saying nothing. His neck occasionally trembled slightly, as if he wanted to look away, but ultimately he couldn't.
Soon, a lich floated in front of him and said, "My Lord, those deserters smelled the blood and ran back to the battlefield one by one."
Larloch finally lowered his head.
The loose army assembled by the Gods-Not-Gods was now keeping a distance from the banshees, looking at Larloch's back with an inexplicable fear in their eyes.
If it were any other time, Larok would probably go down and mock him, but he didn't want to vent his anger prematurely now - the person who should really bear his wrath was probably sweating profusely or even regretting it in the City of Judgment.
Or maybe he has already escaped.
Thinking of this, Larok felt that his withered body seemed to be excited again, and the blood that no longer existed was being pumped into his limbs and bones.
He waved his hand. "Tell them I don't care about Judgment City, much less the honor of conquering it. If they want, then attack it. Use the crumbling of the Faithless Wall in exchange for the honor of conquering Judgment City."
"Yes."
"And you," Larloch said. "Join the attack. I will see the Faithless Wall crumble before this day."
"Yes!"
Then, Larloch couldn't help but glance at Mars and Kelanvor.
In this battle, the actions of these two people have always been the most difficult to understand - is the purpose of advancing alone just to behead?
Just then, Mars's force field wall collapsed. In that brief window of opportunity, the two were nearly completely overwhelmed by the banshee. However, Kelemvor activated his magic ring just in time, protecting them once again.
——These two people were not as panicked as imagined.
Larok realized that something was unusual, but he couldn't guess what their confidence came from.
Why hasn't Kelemvor used the Sword of Death yet? Is it because there's no need to use it?
The full-scale siege has begun. An unprecedentedly powerful army has rushed to the battlefield. What else can Aimya and Mystril do?
The liches had already closed within a kilometer of the city. Red lotus-like magic circles began to bloom outside the Faithless Wall. Countless flaming meteors plunged into the fetid white mist, transforming into ripples on the Faithless Wall.
The army besieging the city, with the help of magic, was striding across the newly formed acid pool and rapidly approaching the city wall. However, the entire army came from almost the same direction, and the attack was a bit hasty, so that they could not be called a formation at all. Thousands of priests were crowded together, and only a few of the most elite troops pulled out a thin line from the bloated mass.
At this moment, the Wall of Faithless, which had been silent for quite some time, began to roar again.
Under Larok's shocked gaze, a number of glittering metal balls passed through the acid mist with a storm and a dull roar, and fell into the army marching towards the city wall.
Their immense speed sent them tumbling and catapulting through the crowd and the ground. The priest's heavy armor seemed like a thin layer of cardboard before this unparalleled might, completely ineffective. Wherever they passed was a bloody mist and wailing.
What's even more outrageous is that after these iron balls rolled over several victims, the remaining speed made them rise into the air again, and then fell into the army again, raising one blood mist after another, bringing death again and again.
Just when its speed dropped to zero, the iron ball exploded, spewing out the lethal fragments inside, taking the lives of the people around it again.
The timing of the attack was too deadly.
The besieging army thought this was merely an opportunity to gain merit, so they abandoned their formations in an effort to reach the city first. The overly dense army meant that the evil priests in the center of the army were unaware of what had happened until their death.
The priests who arrived at the city wall first also met their fate: a deadly stream of acid poured down on their heads.
All these factors combined have led to a horrific result: the City of Judgment has become a slaughterhouse - unable to move forward or backward, most priests can only pray for the favor of fate among the chaotic crowd.
The lingering white mist was finally blown away.
Under the astonished gaze of the liches, the true situation of the City of Judgment was finally revealed.
In the intervals between the pouring acid rain, a silver-white dome quietly rose in the City of Judgment.
It hid itself precisely within the barrier of the Wall of the Faithless, making it impossible for outsiders to destroy it directly.
It was so thin that it even swayed quietly in the air. Then, the acid rain that should have corroded the City of Judgment had no effect on it. It could only follow the slight slope left by its creator and pour outside the city wall. At this rate, the Acid Cloud would become nothing more than a moat for the City of Judgment.
It extended from the City of Judgment to the city wall, and the city wall that was originally directly eroded by acid rain was immediately effectively protected.
What is even more frightening is that the surface of the city wall, which should have been covered with scars, has now been coated with a layer of rough black metal using the same process, which urgently ensures the dispatching function of the city wall.
The original cannon was not so lucky and suffered heavy losses - if it weren't for the white-robed craftsman who was checking and repairing the cannon.
As if sensing Larok's astonished gaze, Emilia raised her head indifferently, looked at him, and then lowered her head again.
It seems to be saying: Is this all you have got?
Larloch's body trembled.
——The Acid Cloud Technique was actually broken using such a childish method?!
Just because he made an umbrella out of a new material, his masterpiece was destroyed? What a joke!
A lich that is thousands of years old should not be moved by the behavior of a young man, but Larloch could not tolerate the contempt from Emilia!
LaRocco quickly thought of the most likely way to break the deadlock at this moment.
——The sword of death.
Isn't this most powerful sword of death sleeping right before his eyes?
Sixty-four Swords of Death (12)
The idea of turning the enemy's acid waterfall into your own moat is cool.
The bad news was that the enemy was a group of the most elite priests from multiple churches. Walking on water was a spell they were incredibly familiar with, not to mention they also had spells for protection against strong acid.
The only good news for everyone in the City of Judgment was that the army preparing to attack was too chaotic.
This group of greedy hyenas were so focused on the happiness of snatching the spoils that they had no idea that the City of Judgment had not lost its ability to defend itself.
Now the army has charged towards the city. At this point, even if a few people realize that the situation is not good, it is impossible for them to stop.
They now have an invaluable shooting window.
The enemy would not retreat, yet they lacked defensive preparations, and even their Mantra of Return, which could have evaded attacks, had been used up not long ago. They had rushed here in order to seize the spoils.
"Free fire!" The Mage King's voice remained calm, but this time it was filled with absolute resolve. "Don't worry about exploding, running out of ammunition, or even missing the target, or even missing high-value enemies! Just aim roughly at the crowd and fire at full speed!"
After receiving the definite order, the artillery, which had remained silent for a long time in the white fog, finally opened fire.
After using Silver Moon Steel to block the acid cloud, Emiya had already spent all his time repairing the artillery. By this moment, most of the damage caused by the acid cloud had been repaired, and all the gunners had returned to the city wall.
This is the moment Emilia has been waiting for in the City of Judgment!
As his order was issued, the City of Judgment was almost instantly engulfed by endless roars.
The deafening sound of the air explosion instantly filled the entire Wall of Faithless, and the whistling blast swept away the acid mist that had been lingering around the Wall of Faithless for a long time.
And the wrath of destruction came at this moment.
The location of Emilia, Silver, Midnight, and Elaster was a newly built tower inside the Faithless Wall. It was much taller than the surrounding buildings, and the top of the tower was almost close to the limit of the Faithless Wall's barrier.
——In short, the dream tower of the Halruaan people.
However, Emiya had no intention of giving this tower to his subordinates. The only purpose of this makeshift tower was to provide a convenient observation point.
This allowed him to see that extremely bizarre scene.
Several shells danced in the air and hit the ground, but bounced up again after hitting the target, bouncing repeatedly, plowing horrible bloody streaks among the crowd - the most outrageous thing was that they finally exploded when they were about to fly out of the crowd, raising another bloody mist.
A horrific outcome, but there was only one problem: Emilia had no recollection of designing this type of ammunition.
"Giles?! This is Emiya. Tell me, what happened to those ricochets?" Emiya asked the other side of the crystal ball. "A normal shell should have broken apart the first time it hit the ground, right?"
"...Uh." The old wizard standing in the crowd took a breath. "Well, some residents of Judgment City are very interested in the weapons you promoted. They just couldn't help but do some...little experiments on the shells."
"Even a paladin would admire your courage!" Emilia exclaimed. "Those mages probably don't even understand how artillery shells work. Are they really not afraid of accidents?! What on earth did you do?"
Giles hesitated for a moment, but finally pulled himself out decisively. "They took it upon themselves to cast...invincibility on a few shells."
Emiya felt a black screen before her eyes, and she almost lost her balance. "...Invincibility Technique, can it be used on objects?"
Giles swallowed. "No, so they actually used... a wish. Fortunately, it seems to have worked perfectly this time. They're very happy with the results."
This is what a mage is like. Even facing a powerful enemy, he never forgets to conduct scientific research. This is the only thing that mages all over the world are the same.
Emiya took a breath and shouted, "Whatever you want! But don't mess around anymore! Full fire!"
"Yes Yes!"
However, Emilia's nightmare has just begun.
Yin, who had been feeling a little listless in his arms, suddenly perked up after hearing the previous conversation, and began to pupa in his arms. "This is a brand new idea! Invincibility is too extravagant. Maybe we can stuff someone into a bouncy ball, press them into the barrel, and then blast them out? It seems like a substitute for the Anywhere Door!"
"What are you stirring up again!" Emilia's mentality was a little broken. "Is now the time to discuss this?!"
He forcibly suppressed Miss Silver, who was eager to attack again, and shouted to Mustafa, "How are the preparations for the attack on the lich and banshee?"
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"Your Majesty Larloch, the situation is not good now!"
The priests who had left the battlefield gathered around Larok again. Raphael had gone, and Larok was now the backbone of the entire legion.
A priest looked at the chaotic battlefield in the distance and said, "If we can't capture the city wall quickly, we will suffer heavy losses!"
"Really?" Larloch, however, expressed unusual optimism. He spoke earnestly, "Death is indeed terrifying, but if the god of death is your ally, then so is death itself. You must change your mindset—what if you die on the path of attack? The inhabitants of Judgment City are nothing more than dead."
"What truly affects you is the harm done by your allies. If you truly grieve over your losses, you should stop plundering your allies' spoils, even their dead. Then, all problems will finally be resolved."
Not afraid of death?
Larok's voice was quite calm at this moment, but it made the highest leaders of several churches look at each other in bewilderment.
This is probably easier said than done.
The Lich King couldn't help but glance in Mars' direction.
At this moment, the positions of the Paladin and the former Death God had been completely engulfed by the Banshee, but the force field wall was still shaking.
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