Equipment Printing School Mage
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Fox, the temporary commander of the Church of Talos, had completely lost his resolve. After a series of setbacks, he had already lost his chance to ascend to power. As a result, his strategy suddenly shifted from radical to conservative. "Where is Kelemvor, the God of Death? I don't think we should force the attack."
"He's not the God of Death," Larloch corrected. "Besides, he's now unable to even handle a mere banshee. The so-called God of Death is just bluffing. The path to the God of Death is actually open to us. However, there's one thing we must address immediately."
"I say there's no need to fear death, but this all presupposes we can conquer the City of Judgment. If we ultimately fall before it, all will be irreversible. If my predictions are correct, the power of the Sword of Death will be crucial in this battle."
The priests looked at each other.
They had no idea what Larok was trying to say at this moment.
Regardless of their previous efforts, Larroch ultimately played a decisive role in this war. No matter what they decided to do, they had neither the qualifications nor the ability to object. Larroch himself had even considered this from the outset.
Why did this domineering Lich King suddenly become gentle and polite at this point in time?
"The question is, is there any limit to such a powerful weapon?" Larloch said. "Kelemvor, a mortal man, can wield the Death Blade to perform miracles. Such a powerful weapon is unheard of in the mortal world. I don't believe there are no restrictions on its use.
"So, I want to make a bet with you."
The Lich King looked toward Kelemvor, the flames in his eyes growing brighter. "I will sever Kelemvor's arm and wrest the sword from his grasp. I will not keep this glory to myself. Everyone present will have the opportunity to claim the sword."
Gudong!
As soon as these words were spoken, the priests present almost thought that Larok's common language was so poor that he had completely misinterpreted his meaning.
Larloch leads the siege, seizes the sword, and then gives them the chance to take it back in the end?
Could this Lalok be someone else impersonating him?!
Some priests even began to look around. According to previous reports, Lunia's Emya's fighting style was not entirely consistent with the above-board, but it was completely different. Impersonating Larloch and deceiving them... Halrua's new king was definitely capable of such a thing!
Seeing everyone's strange reaction, Larok thought for a moment and nodded. "I see. It seems you are all very vigilant. That's good."
Then, the Lich King said calmly: "Law: Death."
Before the priests could react, the syllables of destruction had already roared out of Larloch's mouth. The weakest priest in the crowd instantly fell to the ground as if struck by lightning.
he died.
"Now, can we not waste any more time?" Larloch said, seemingly oblivious to the unnaturally casual slaughter of an ally. "From now on, you may all attempt to master the sword of death. On one condition: if you succeed, I hope you will do me a favor and help me capture the Mage King of Halruaa."
At this time, someone finally asked: "...what if you don't get the sword's approval?"
That was the sword that once banished more than a thousand high-level demons in one breath and suppressed the spells cast by the entire furious pantheon!
"I don't know what will happen," Larroc said flatly. "It all depends on who makes it."
The pastors present were suddenly silent.
If a god of death other than Kelemvor crafted the sword, it would be doomed. Jaeger, Melkor, and Cyric were all surly gods of death. How could they allow an outsider to draw their weapons?
If the sword was made by Kelemvor, it would be even more disastrous. It is foreseeable that this righteous god of death would most likely prohibit those of evil alignment from wielding the sword.
"You don't dare?" Larloch floated up slightly and glanced around. "There are only a handful of paths to godhood in Faerun, and almost every one of them is unrepeatable. Now, by chance, you have a tiny opportunity, and you don't even want to seize it?"
It sounds nice, but in fact, LaRocque just wants to use these ambitious people as stepping stones to help him remove obstacles so that LaRocque can eventually win everything.
What does a safe, stable and reliable path to divine ascension have to do with this group of evil priests?
"...Your Majesty Larloch, it's not that we're unwilling." After whispering, Schmelchen of the Lovietta Church finally spoke, "It's just that we haven't even got the sword yet. As long as we get the sword, I'll be the first to try!"
"Alright." Larloch's bony face seemed to show satisfaction. "I have no intention of teasing you. Taking the sword is easier than you think."
The Lich King snapped his fingers, announcing the start of his general attack on Kelemvor: "—Time stops!"
Sixty-five Swords of Death (Thirteen)
Mars and Kelanvor are under a lot of pressure.
In the eyes of both of them, the battlefield could no longer be seen.
Countless banshees clung to the force field wall like drowned victims. Their pale faces distorted in the ripples of energy, and their bony fingers scratched the surface of the barrier, emitting piercing screams. Every inch of space was filled with writhing spirits, their translucent bodies constantly flickering between reality and illusion, making their twisted and rotten bodies appear and disappear before the two men.
Even though Kelemvor had been the god of death for nearly a hundred years, he had never seen such a nightmarish scene.
Banshees are supposed to be monsters transformed from evil elves after death, and their appearance is just a distortion of their image in life.
But the banshees before them were completely different—almost every one of them had a distorted face and a broken and mutilated body, without any trace of elven elegance left, only a curse on the injustice of the world.
They were "transformed" into banshees.
Mars murmured, "...Perhaps Larloch used brutal torture to twist these innocent spirits into an evil camp...?"
"...This crime is unforgivable." Kelemvor took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the sword, and then asked in his heart, "I guess Larloch's official attack should be coming soon."
Mars replied in the telepathic connection: [Our discussion concluded that if we can successfully anger Larloch and put him under immense pressure, he will likely turn to the power of the Sword of Death. I think he will...]
The paladin answered while pondering a countermeasure—what form would Larloch's attack take?
Maybe they have to show a flaw to let Larok take the Sword of Death? But if it is Larok, or they don't need to show weakness at all, Larok naturally has dozens of ways to do it.
At the moment when his attention was slightly distracted, Yin's warning exploded in his mind like a flash of lightning: [Larlok is coming!]
Mars felt his blood run cold.
He was only momentarily distracted when the lich's chilling negative energy storm swept through the entire force field wall. The scent of the preservatives commonly used by these undead creatures also filled his nostrils.
Time skipped a few seconds, and Larloch had appeared behind Kelemvor without warning!
Kelemvor was a skilled warrior, but only a warrior, and Larloch could gain access to Kelemvor without any cost.
At this moment, Larok held an almost invisible sword in his right hand.
It's not that it's invisible, but that it's so thin that it almost approaches the purest line.
Kelanvor was wearing full body plate armor provided by Emya, so there should be no gaps in his protection.
They had expected Kelemvor to encounter various tricks and give up his weapons due to various reasons. But when the time came, Mars was shocked to find that the archmage planned to use the most brutal and cruel methods to obtain the sword of death.
Dimensional Blade. A sixth-level arcane spell. Its effect is to strengthen a weapon to its ultimate sharpness.
This weapon, which was almost invisible from the front, had already touched Kelanvor's wrist.
Kelemvor reacted quickly, but at this moment, the warrior's instinctive reaction became the noose on the gallows.
The former Grim Reaper shook his wrist violently, hitting the side of the sharp blade, subconsciously forcing the sharp blade to slide towards the stronger arm armor, thus avoiding further attacks on the weakest joints.
However, the moment the wrist armor hit the sharp blade, he realized that he had made a big mistake.
The miraculous blade emitted an invisible wave, which collided with the protective enchantment on the armor and neutralized it, breaking through the last layer of defense on the armor.
Kelemvor had tested the armor's performance and concluded that its hardness was only slightly inferior to that of the most luxurious pure adamantium armor. In theory, this armor was almost impossible to break due to cutting.
However, at this moment, a barely detectable crack appeared on his wrist armor with a subtle but non-irritating friction sound.
And what emerged from the crack was Larloch's Dimensional Blade.
—With just one strike, Kelemvor's right wrist was severed, along with the sword of death on it.
This scene was beyond the two's expectations. They had guessed that they could not defend against Larlok's attack, but they never expected that Larlok could destroy Kelemvor's combat effectiveness with just one attack!
Mars reacted extremely quickly, raising his holy sword and stabbing at Larok's head in almost an instant.
"What a shame." Larloch didn't flinch, but grasped Kelemvor's severed wrist with a leisurely, almost casual, gesture. "Bait plans won't always succeed."
The aura of the Holy Avenger had covered Larloch's entire body, but the ivory statue around his waist still shattered in time.
The feedback from the holy sword's touch disappeared instantly, and Mars' holy sword could only pierce heavily into the force field wall.
Where is Larloch around?
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Everything went on so smoothly.
Lalok almost disappeared from the spot and returned again the next second.
Not long ago, they would have thought Larroc was joking.
If Larloch could easily take the Sword of Death, shouldn't he have done it long ago?
However, the world is so absurd.
When Larloch appeared again, he was holding the pitch-black sword in his hand.
The moment everyone present confirmed the appearance of the Sword of Death, they subconsciously cast their eyes in the direction of the Bane Church.
Now, the Church of Tyranny is the only remaining scion of the Three Gods of Death. Among all those present, the only authority that could possibly identify the Sword of Death is the Church of Bane.
The entire Church of Bane was clearly unprepared for this. The moment they saw the Sword of Death, they all subconsciously swallowed, unable to suppress the greed and ecstasy in their eyes. By the time they realized something was amiss, it was already too late.
So now everyone knows.
The long sword still tightly grasped on the broken wrist is the sword of death.
"—Your Majesty Larloch, how did you succeed?!"
"There's only one reason for my success: Kelemvor is truly a mortal. Even if some traces of the god's power remain in his body, it can't change the fact that he's too weak," Larloch said calmly. "If it were me, they'd probably be preparing to evacuate Judgment City by now—they'd already lost their most powerful trump card."
"We can continue the siege." Larloch's voice was unusually filled with uncontrollable excitement. "With the Sword of Death in hand, even if they die in the siege, they'll still have a dignified end. Now, we only need to worry about one final problem."
From beginning to end, Larloch never touched the Sword of Death with his own hands.
"It's normal for this kind of divine sword to have an extremely demanding master recognition mechanism. Everyone in the Church of Bane, I only need the answer to one question. As long as you are willing to answer truthfully, no matter the final result, you will all be my friends, Larloch. The restrictions of this sword of death are not simply faction restrictions, right?"
For a divine sword or even a divine weapon of this level, restricting or distorting the camp of the holder is as common as eating and drinking.
But the sword of death might not be there: the four gods of death known to Faerun, the first three, Jaeger, Myrkul, and Cyric, all treated human life and souls as worthless. Even they themselves would not consider themselves kind.
Even Kelemvor himself eventually deviated into a fair but cold god of death after taking office.
A divine sword that matched such a priesthood could hardly be restricted to the Good faction. If this sword was restricted to the Good faction, then no matter how many people were present, they would be doomed.
"If everyone present were to die in the Twilight Realm, the situation in the material plane would be completely reversed. By then, even if Lord Bane seized the throne of the God of Death, the entire alliance would fall apart. So, don't do things that would please your enemies and your loved ones, and don't deceive us on matters of this level." Larloch said, but silently activated a spell, trying to monitor the emotions of everyone in Bane's church.
And he's far from the only one.
Everyone in the Bann Church looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, Inwol took a deep breath and said, "We... don't really know. The Lord only told us that the sword is important and must be retrieved. He also told us that possessing the sword is extremely dangerous. But we don't know the specific conditions for holding the sword."
Did the Church of Bane say nothing? Quite the opposite.
Larloch understood a crucial point: Bane's vagueness about such an important matter showed that he was not only guarding against his enemies, but even against his own priests.
This also means that an ordinary Bane priest has the potential to become the master of the Sword of Death!
Suddenly, the air in the hazy realm seemed to become hot.
"Then let's begin," Larroc said calmly. "There are rewards, but there are also risks. Who wants to step forward?"
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"...What do the Elturgards want?"
At the same time, Bayer, the commander of the Avernus Legion, fell into deep thought.
The Avernus Legion was provoked and attacked head-on by the Knights of Hell.
In fact, war has already broken out between the two sides.
Strictly speaking, the Hell Knights didn't need a reason to attack the Demons. Their hatred for the Demons was unwavering. However, their strict discipline meant they followed their orders, so there had only been minor friction along the border in the past few months.
Bayer believed that Elturgard's attack must be part of a larger plan.
However, although this attack was quite loud and the pressure was great, this could not be the main attack direction.
Elturgard's power is primarily theocracy, which is nearly invincible in direct confrontations, but ultimately lacks mobility.
The demons, from top to bottom, believed that Halruaa was the true decisive force in the coming war. Bayer was certain that Elturgard's attack was merely a cover for Halruaa.
However, Bayer had to face a problem at this moment: the resources of the Avernus Legion were actually insufficient.
Elturgard did not use too many fancy tactics, it was almost a pure frontal assault, and the regular forces of the Avernus Legion were actually struggling!
Based on Bayer's estimation of Elturgard's power, if the Hell Knights wanted to achieve this effect, they would probably have to send out all their might - this was ridiculous!
The Hell Knights were not known for their abundance. This armed force, generally idolizing paladins, had a high bar to enter and a frighteningly high level of elite brilliance. Even the mages among the Hell Knights could perform acrobatics on horseback. However, precisely because of this, while their numbers were relatively modest, they were often already operating at the brink of overload.
Such a force is coming out in full force? Do they not want their own country anymore?
But judging from reports from the front line, the Hell Knights have really come out in full force.
Bayer didn't believe it, but he had to send forces to confirm it. As a result, he encountered an extremely strange situation: the troops that went to infiltrate Elturgard disappeared without a trace.
He was extremely uneasy because he became blind and deaf when he needed intelligence the most.
However, at this moment, the rarest guest arrived.
Zariel, who was killed again and resurrected again, kicked his desk and smashed it. He said coldly: "My Lord asked me to bring you a message. Let you judge for yourself."
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