Equipment Printing School Mage

Although the temporary artillery commander had tried to raise his voice, it was still difficult to be heard. Because his voice not only had to contend with the whistling meteors, but also with the gradually rising thunder and blizzard, the deafening muzzle burst, and even the whistling of the shells that occasionally passed over the gunners' heads.

Lunia's Emia was perched atop a tower built in the heart of the City of Judgment. This tower served more than just an observation post—over a dozen cannons were stationed on all sides, specifically designed to bombard the liches floating in the air. However, the shells that streaked past the gunners' heads also cast a significant shadow.

Everything is testing the will and determination of all defenders at all times.

Giles strongly suspected that if it weren't for the small number of priests in the city who were still trying to use divine magic to maintain the morale of the defenders, there would have been a large number of desertions long ago.

"...My will has been worn down for far too long."

Giles subconsciously wiped his forehead: it was also covered with cold sweat.

At the same time, he began to notice that the Banshee army was getting closer and closer to the Wall of the Faithless. A large number of defenders could not help but turn their guns around, trying to prioritize attacking the screaming and crying ghosts instead of concentrating their firepower on the priests who were casting spells.

However, in his opinion, the deterrent power of these banshees is far inferior to the magic of the evil priest - the touch of these banshees may be a deterrent to living people, but what effect can it have on the Wall of Unbelievers?

The Banshee's howl can directly kill the victim, but on the other hand, matter that is originally neither alive nor dead will not be affected by the Banshee at all.

However, morale itself is also an aspect of war. He hesitated again and again, but ultimately did not give the order to stop all this.

His Majesty once told him that the defense of the Wall of the Faithless was not the key to victory or defeat.

And when the tide of attack and defense turns, the entire Wall of the Faithless will bear witness alongside the defenders.

"boom--!"

Another shell fired from the chamber.

Giles glanced at him out of habit, his heart sinking.

Only 60% of their ammunition reserves were left.

The intensity of the battle far exceeded our expectations. The ammunition reserves might only be enough for today's losses!

Giles could only immediately call the logistics mages who hadn't directly climbed the city wall. "Elder Mustafa, we're running low on ammunition. I need people to transport some of the ammunition that wasn't involved in the battle. Meanwhile, you all need to continue working."

Mustafa was already arguing fiercely with the priests of the City of Judgment, but upon hearing this bad news, he was furious. "Gard! Didn't you swear that we had enough ammunition for at least three days?!"

"How could I have known that those lunatics would charge forward relentlessly?! Do you know how many enemies we've killed during this time?! Just today, at least one or two thousand priests have died beneath the City of Judgment! Damn it, the entirety of Faerûn might not even see this many priests die in a year, and this number of priests were wiped out in less than a day! Even casualties of this magnitude can't shake them, what can I do?"

"That's your problem! The ammunition will arrive tomorrow, but don't bother me again today!"

As an outsider, the Mage King could not empathize with the grievances and hatreds between Haligad and Halayach, so the quarrels had to start and end quickly and could not be heard by the King.

But at least the promise was in hand. Giles couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

His heart had just fallen back into his chest when his deputy suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

The deputy's yelling and screaming had already caused Giles to suffer cardiac arrest countless times. If Giles' body hadn't been left with only the hollow substance that made up his soul, he would have probably been frightened to death. "What happened?!"

"Elder!"

But this time, the deputy's voice was filled with shock and joy: "--The lich suddenly stopped attacking!"

"what?"

Giles raised the telescope almost in ecstasy and observed the liches hiding several kilometers away.

——It's very strange.

Halruaa strictly prohibits evil necromancy, so their understanding of liches is limited to spell combat and physiology. They are quite unfamiliar with liches, especially the ecology of lich clusters.

However, Giles was surprised to find that he could actually see disbelief and ecstasy on the faces of those liches!

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a lich with such a shriveled face that was almost devoid of skin but a layer of skin, could actually make such an exaggerated expression!

What happened?

Giles is a great wizard after all.

After a brief thought, his face showed an expression of ecstasy similar to the lich's: "...I know! I know! Larloch is dead! Larloch is dead!"

Apart from the death of their master and slave master Larok, is there any other thing that could make those liches lose their composure like this?

Moreover, it is very likely that they will die completely! Otherwise, the liches would never lose their composure like this!

Larloch's ability to command so many liches wasn't due to any exceptional charisma. Liches were madmen who had completely abandoned their humanity. They weren't Larloch's subjects, but rather zombies completely suppressed by his magic.

Now, Larroque is dead.

Larloch is dead, and they are finally liberated! This also means that these liches will most likely not continue to fight!

The deterrent power of several hundred liches is too great. If they all withdrew from the battlefield, the pressure on the defense would be reduced by half! Not to mention the boost to morale!

"Your Majesty!" Giles shouted hurriedly to the crystal ball that led directly to King Halruaa, "The liches may be withdrawing from the battle!"

"Ok, I know."

On the other side of the crystal ball, Emilia was also very busy at the moment.

To be precise, he was being yelled at.

The one who yelled at him was naturally King Xinbu of Agorlond, who had been squatting in Larloch's hometown for several days.

"You came all the way to Cormanthor to seek help, just for Larloch. I thought their defense was so strong! With these scumbags, do you need me and Sirinsi to come with you? Where's the lich?! Where's Larloch? When will they come?! My robe is about to grow mushrooms in this damp place!"

"Your Majesty!" Emilia could only say with difficulty, "We are doing very well here. If nothing unexpected happens, the remaining nearly two hundred liches may be here soon!"

"Ha, finally there is good news. Ah, they are coming! Imoen! Silinsi! Fenwei! The second wave is finally here! Prepare the light seed spell!" Upon hearing the good news, Xinbu's eyebrows almost flew out of his forehead, and the communication was cut off with a click.

Almost at the same time, the liches in the distance rushed to open the door to the other world and returned to the material plane, without any nostalgia for the hazy realm.

If the Twilight Realm had been conquered, they might have stayed to fight for the spoils, but now that the Faithless Wall still stood, they had no intention of participating in the war.

Emiya looked at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

The continuous shower of meteors and fire ceased almost silently. The shaky Wall of the Faithless immediately stabilized.

Mars, who had just returned from the battlefield, also stood up suddenly, with an unusually bloodthirsty smile on his face: "Well, Emilia, excuse me, I have to go to the ball."

"...Huh?" Emiya didn't quite understand this elegant joke.

Mars said with a warm but murderous expression: "Go and dance with the gentlemen and ladies outside, using my sword and their heads."

Extremely strong and pure murderous aura.

"...please."

Kelemvor, whose arm had just been reattached, stretched his body and pulled out the spare sword that Emya had given him. He showed a pleased expression: "If one of my arms can replace the entire evil arm, then I probably still have two legs and one arm to break. But now I have to relax."

"Mr. Kelemvor," Emiya advised earnestly with the rigor of a mage, "Mars is fearless because the leaders of the siege force have likely suffered heavy losses, and most of the enemies outside pose no threat to him at all. You may still need to stay close to him to ensure your own safety."

"..." Kelemvor couldn't help but slap his face. "A paladin this young, yet he can treat such a large army as nothing... Can I become a paladin? Are the Knights of the Secret Fire still recruiting?!"

"Uh." Emilia could only say, "The Secret Fire Knights recruit based on character, personality, and ambition, but most applicants are young, so..."

"We'll talk about it later." Kelemvor clearly wasn't serious. He spoke to Midnight with unusual enthusiasm, "Let's go! These beasts have been running rampant on the land for too long. It's time they got a taste of what it's like to be beaten to a pulp!"

Of course, although Midnight is a mage, he has a strong sense of justice and is ready to fight. "...Miss Yin, do you still need protection? If not, I will also..."

"No need." Yin said, lying comfortably in Emiya's arms.

"Then I'll take my leave!"

Almost instantly, Midnight, Kelemvor, and Mars disappeared from where they were.

Emiya hesitated for a moment and muttered, "They are really trustworthy... They are really not afraid of being accidentally hit by artillery fire."

"Why not just kill them from under the city wall?" Yin stretched lazily and nudged Emiya's chin with his head. "We have to go too."

"...to retrieve the sword of death?"

"What else?" Yin said, "That sword, right now, probably has the souls of dozens of top priests and a great arcanist, so it must be recovered."

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And everyone inside and outside the City of Judgment truly understood what the transformation between heaven and hell was.

The liches were far away in the sky, and the besiegers advancing on the ground were indeed difficult to observe with the naked eye. However, the cessation of the meteor shower was visible to the naked eye.

The priests under the city began to call their superiors, hoping to learn from them why the liches fled, but they received the coldest response through the magic network: no such person exists.

Typically, this means the target is not on the same plane as you, or they are dead.

However, this is the Twilight Realm, and those killed in battle can still be detected by various communication spells.

Therefore, the only possibility for not being able to contact them is that their superiors realized that the prospects of this battle were bleak, and actually treated their fellow clan members as abandoned pawns and fled!

Similar emotions spread among the army like wildfire, and the originally frenzied offensive suddenly stagnated.

Just then, Mars arrived.

The tactics used by Mars at this moment can be summarized in one sentence: he does not treat the enemy as a human being at all.

Even a butcher in a slaughterhouse would tie up the fat pigs before starting to slaughter them, but this paladin was too lazy to even wear a helmet.

Faced with an army that stretched as far as the eye could see, he drew his sword and began the bloodiest round.

Holy Avengers can suppress evil magic items. This feature is not without flaws. In theory, a cleric of an evil church could use non-evil magic items.

However, it is just theory.

Those who come to the Twilight Realm are the most elite and promising members of each evil church. There is an unspoken rule for survival in an evil church: if you are not at the table, you are on the menu.

If you don't act utterly evil, you'll be devoured by your own brethren. Ultimately, within these churches, you should not only use evil magical items, but the more evil the better. Otherwise, they won't be able to explain why you're deliberately maintaining neutrality. Are you planning to leave the church and switch sides?

Even though there are a very small number of people who are not completely rotten and still remain in the church, they are now staying in the material plane and have been excluded from the opportunity to gain military merit in the Hazy Realm.

At the end of all the coincidences, the priests of the evil church had to face the most tragic situation when facing Mars: Mars was armed to the teeth, holding a holy sword that could cut gold and jade, and behind him was the reinforcement of the Wall of Faithless.

All the magical equipment used by his enemies became empty shells, and they were not even qualified to release divine spells.

——The final result was an extremely brutal massacre.

Mars charged through the crowd like a spinning top, twirling his blade. He was towering, and a single swing of his sword nearly cleaved his enemies' necks. The heads of the evil priests, unshielded, soared into the air like a fountain, finally falling to the dust along with their severed weapons and armor.

They may have committed countless sins and once held high positions of power, calling the shots in their area - but now Mars only wants to take their heads for fun.

And this is just a corner of the battlefield.

Fear is a wildfire that spreads.

The premise for them not to be afraid of death is that they believe they will not lose.

However, the whistling heavy artillery, the heads and blood flying into the sky not far away, the superiors who had completely lost contact, and the increasing number of heads on the city wall were all warning them of a terrible fact.

——They might lose.

“…Run!!!!”

I don’t know who shouted this.

After a brief silence, there was suddenly a void in the crowd.

Those priests who were above the seventh ring and still had time to leave suddenly disappeared from the crowd.

As a result, the last backbone of the besieging army also fled the battlefield.

This was also the beginning of the great collapse.

Sixty-Eight Devil Stud

Quanzhi Duyi thought that her knowledge and cultivation had reached the pinnacle, and that gains and losses, honors and disgraces were just a breeze to her, not worth his attention at all.

However, when she heard one piece of news after another, she still became angry.

During this period of time, she had been staying in the Aeonok Desert to make final preparations for the ascension ceremony. It was already a critical moment and she should not be busy with trivial matters.

As long as she successfully ascended to godhood, the success or failure of the subordinate forces wouldn't matter much—their true mission was to buy time for the All-Knowing One, allowing her to safely ascend to the throne of the Magic Goddess. Therefore, the gains and losses of a single city or region wouldn't affect the ultimate outcome.

However, All-Knowing One still didn't expect that in just one month, they actually only lost one city... and only lost control of the Hazy Realm.

There was only one question: what else had happened while the city was lost?

All-Knowing One closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and finally waved to Bayer.

With a grimace, Bayer took the mountain of reports and looked at everyone present.

In addition to Bayer, the following people were present:

Dispater, Lord of the Second Circle of Hell.

Mammon, lord of the third circle of hell.

Belia and Firna, lords of the fourth layer of hell.

Levistus, Lord of the Fifth Layer of Hell.