Equipment Printing School Mage

"Also, I have to tell you some unfortunate news: You have indeed saved many of the gods' messengers, but a large number of their souls have long since been sent to various corners of the material plane. In life, they were fearless heroes, competent mentors, hardworking husbands, and well-behaved children. Because of their good deeds, they should have been rewarded with a happy second life in the Kingdom of God. Now, they are about to be thrown into the River Styx and transformed into maggots. The more fortunate ones are now imprisoned as banshees outside the City of Judgment."

Jaeger smiled and said, "Think about it. This was just a lightning-fast, focused offensive. Including the preparation time, the fighting on each battlefield lasted less than ten days. Even so, both sides suffered heavy casualties. But the decisive battle will eventually come. By then, corpses will be scattered all over the land, and vultures and crows will be well fed. The devil will continue to roam outside the hazy realm—"

The former Grim Reaper suddenly lowered his voice as if waking from a dream.

Like a chilling wind blowing across the mountain valley, he said, "Your Majesty Emilia, perhaps because you are young and indifferent to life and death, and you are also a faithless person, you have not realized one thing.

"Many warriors bravely advance because they firmly believe they can enter heaven after death. If even this sole wish is ignored, and they are dragged into the River Styx by the devil... I dare say there is no more shameless betrayal in this world."

"I don't understand." Emilia took a deep breath. "How many people have you said the same thing to?!"

Silver raised his brows and was about to speak when Alestria grabbed his hand.

The moon elf kept shaking her head: Don’t do anything stupid.

Based on her understanding of Emiya's character, if Yin said something like there was no need to worry about the survival of the soul and that it was the job of the gods, it would actually stimulate Emiya and he would be more likely to stay.

"Not really," Jaeger said calmly. "There may be many people in this world who claim, or even truly are willing to risk their lives for innocent people, but in reality, they can't even take responsibility for their own lives. And when these passionate people truly ascend to high positions, they naturally focus on those closer to them: their wives or husbands, their sons or daughters, their large families, their churches, their subordinates, and countless friends—and in the end, like all mediocre people, they forget all about innocent people.

"How many people are truly moved by these high-sounding words and truly capable of putting them into action? There are many heroes in the world of Faerun, but few can and will change the world." Yeagera gave a somewhat strange smile. "Your Majesty Emya, some things cannot be ignored."

Seventy Lords of the Underworld (Part 2)

"This will be your weakness, Emiya." Before leaving the Twilight Realm, Mars said seriously, "It is glorious to fight for justice and the innocent. But if everyone knows that you will be exposed, the price of nobility will become too high."

"It's bizarre for a paladin to say this." Emilia sighed. "Shouldn't I normally advise a paladin?"

"From this perspective, you and Mr. Kelemvor probably have something in common—on the surface, he may not seem very passionate, but his soul is as noble as a holy sword." Mars said, "Precisely because I am a paladin, I am very sensitive to this—the epitaphs of paladins can be arranged into dozens of novels.

"I repeat, you can have principles, but you can't let everyone, especially your enemies, know that you have principles."

"You're probably worrying too much," Emiya said. "Silver and Elastrid aren't easy to talk to. Besides, the portal between Halayach and the City of Judgment is already under construction. It should be completed today."

In the end, Emilia made the decision: to stay mainly in the City of Judgment for the next period of time.

Of course, for people at their level, this more represented a change in attitude and work focus. Returning to the material plane was just a matter of a change of mind.

"Then come on, Mr. Emiya, who has nothing to do with the Grim Reaper, but is about to take on all of the Grim Reaper's work." Mars sighed, "See you in Cormier."

"Yeah, see you in Cormier."

Big win.

This is an accurate summary of the previous war.

The Gods and Non-Gods were practically crippled in the first battle, leaving their only remaining enemy the Baatezu of the Nine Hells. And as everyone knows, the Baatezu's greatest enemy remains the countless demons of the Abyss. If the Nine Hells dare to venture into the material plane, they risk having their entirety pierced.

If the intelligence is correct, the only remaining demonic force in the material plane should be the Cricket Avernus Legion.

The commander of this unit had been defeated by them many times. Now, with one side gaining strength while the other side losing, there was no possibility of defeat.

Now, their efforts are only to strive for complete victory: while defeating the devil, they must wipe out all traces left by the enemy, and while fighting, they must protect the rear to prevent the enemy from infiltrating and causing damage.

Grimnir commented on the current situation: "If I were to assess the situation, I'd surrender or evacuate immediately. The situation is so devastating that the odds of victory are no longer worth the gamble. There are countless planets in the world, why cling so tightly to Toril? But if I were Asmodeus, I probably wouldn't let go either: after years of painstaking construction, with the Weave so close at hand, yet I lack the courage to make a final stand—this is a huge and irreversible loss to my reputation."

Emia believes the demon will likely retreat, while Grimnir believes it will make a desperate attempt. Currently, the two sides are arguing with each other and have not reached a definitive conclusion.

However, both sides have a consensus on the next strategy: reorganize the team, increase pressure and investigation on the devil, and prevent internal problems.

They will decide their next move based on the signs of the devil's next activity.

Threaten the demons, drive them from Toril—what follows is just what has happened a thousand times on Toril. Even one Elturgard is enough to drive away a demon that has lost its will to fight.

But if the devil is really determined, then the Hell Knight cannot advance too deep.

The siege army of the Hazy Realm was mighty, but after all, they came from all corners of the world and were not a well-trained, large-scale army. But the devil...

That is probably the most elite [army] in the world.

Even more deadly was the fact that Emya was accustomed to playing defensive counterattacks. In the worst-case scenario, they might have to confront the demonic army head-on.

Even though Emilia was confident that he could single-handedly defeat the devil's blacksmiths, the gap in military quality still existed.

At the same time, the same thing may happen to other evil churches - will they retreat when they encounter difficulties, or fight to the death?

This also has a decisive influence on the final result.

Everything could go in two completely different directions: the enemy might lie dormant, having suffered heavy losses and lost their will to fight. The war would essentially be over, and they would retreat back into the shadows, waiting for the moment when good would fade.

Or perhaps the true battle has just begun. Faerûn will be ravaged by bloody deaths, and evil will be purged in a short time.

War is a gamble. Emilia now realizes this with unparalleled clarity.

However, no matter what the devil chooses, Emilia's side has no possibility of leaving the table, and they have no choice but to fight to the end.

After imagining the future, things still have to be done one by one.

For example, the most pressing [small matter] right now is the hundreds of banshees suppressed by Silver outside the City of Judgment.

The Banshee's Wail is a powerful force, but it still needs to be driven through the magic network.

They were among the lucky few who managed to survive the great battle—in the chaotic battlefield, capturing the Banshees alive was too mad a feat. Therefore, after the relentless firepower, only one in ten of the army remained. Even so, the presence of these defeated soldiers still put immense pressure on the City of Judgment.

Fortunately, it was Mr. Mars who was forced to wield his sword to drive away the ghosts. Only in this way could a powerful paladin wielding the Holy Avenger completely ignore the Banshee's greatest weapon.

After several days of effort, the banshees were finally contained within a certain range. Under the control of the silver invisible hand, the magic nets beneath the banshees quietly severed, preventing them from causing any further damage.

There are two purposes for doing all this.

One was to save innocent souls—they were the elves who had been distorted and tortured by Larloch, and the greatest victims of this war. If possible, Emiya did not want to tear them apart.

The second is to use their survival to kidnap one of their most powerful allies at the moment.

Just as Emya was thinking, Mythrion, the God of the Mystique, arrived.

When the God of Mazes arrived, he was still muttering, "Emmya, Emya. Actually, a few cities are fine. There's really no reason for the City of Judgment. You're not the God of Death, and neither am I. Why should I fight for a godless kingdom..."

His complaints didn't last long before they stopped abruptly.

The God of Maze stared blankly at the banshee wandering in the field in front of him, his mouth opened unconsciously.

Confusedly, he took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his arms, put them on his nose carefully, and then looked at the group of banshees again.

Finally, the somewhat dull God of Mystic Locks was completely dumbfounded: "--How can there be so many banshees?! And they are all so clear, and they were all born within a few days? What happened recently?!"

Emiya said honestly, "This has been reduced. The number of banshees on the battlefield was ten times greater than it is now."

"So that's tens of thousands of banshees? What happened?!" the Mythlock God asked in shock, "Drow were annihilated?"

Generally speaking, only female elves who were evil in their lifetime will transform into banshees.

Hundreds of banshees appearing in one area at the same time...it's no wonder that Mithrilion would think in that direction.

"Unfortunately, no. If that were the case, I wouldn't have come to you." Emilia shook her head. "Some time ago, when I went to Avandor, it seemed that His Majesty Corellon was worried about the problem of a large number of elves not going to Avandor?

"I'm sorry to hear that a good portion of it is right in front of you."

"...I don't understand." Mythrien still looked confused. "How can the conversion rate of banshees be so high? If thousands of banshees were born during this period, then at least hundreds of thousands of elves must have died. Then my lord's wrath is not just about the disappearance of spirits."

"It's a shame." Emiya sighed. "The Lich King Larloch seems to have developed a technology that can directly transform the souls of ordinary female elves into banshees... So the banshee in front of you is likely the transformation of an innocent elf."

"Insane." Misiren took a deep breath. "Fortunately, although I don't understand what Larloch did, it is still possible to turn the banshee back into an ordinary dead person... Thank you, Aimiya. Seldarion must accept your favor."

The souls of elves are subject to endless reincarnation. Being tortured into a banshee, unable to reincarnate, is the ultimate blasphemy against the elves.

At the same time, redeeming the banshee's soul is also a very meaningful act of kindness for the elves.

At the same time, Mythrien said regretfully, "...Larlok. Even I have occasionally heard of this name. If you could kill or capture him alive, our Lord might be overjoyed and agree to provide more assistance. For now, I can only offer you some personal assistance... although I don't understand why you would want to create a maze in the Hazy Realm."

Now that Emilia has made Seldarine owe her a favor, a maze lock is not a big problem.

At this moment, Emilia repeated in a gloomy voice, "If we only bound Larloch's soul, does that count as capturing him alive?"

Mythrien, who had been concentrating on setting up a puzzle to reverse his undeath transformation, replied, "He's a lich after all, so he has a soul... Wait, what did you just say?"

Chapter 71: The Lord of the Underworld (Part 3)

The elf spirit that went missing some time ago has finally been found.

And the person who accomplished this task was Emilia from Lunya.

Miss Filleracell, the Seraphim who was heading from Avandor towards the Realm of Twilight, sighed continuously.

Generally speaking, a Seraphim wouldn't be tasked with guiding souls, but Phileresel still had the responsibility of a diplomat.

Although it sounded somewhat strange for a God-King to send envoys to engage in "diplomacy" with mortals, it was only when he arrived in the Twilight Realm that he realized the unusual nature of this action.

However, she surprisingly did not think that Corellon was too condescending about this - perhaps because he had been tormented by Emiya ten thousand years ago, or perhaps because the relationship between this guy and Misriel had obviously exceeded that limit.

Or perhaps, Filleresel has gradually realized that there is indeed that possibility in Emilia.

In the future, there will be a possibility of crossing the boundary between mortals and gods, and from then on, there will be an equal opportunity to communicate with Corellon, or at least with the Seldarine gods.

"...Confirm the relationship in advance." Filleracell sighed, patted his cheek, and sorted himself out.

She had only been to the Twilight Realm a few times before, back when it was still called the City of Strife. Rather than a transit point for souls, it was more like Death's own playground. Those who remained within were Death's toys.

Kelemvor's ascension to the throne was supported by considerable gods - at least when he was the god of death, the flow of souls was much smoother.

Now, the contact point with Emiya is unexpectedly set in the Hazy Realm... Could it be that Emiya is really about to become the god of death?

However, all expectations collapsed when I saw the current City of Judgment with my own eyes.

Emilia had no artistic talent—she should have known this ten thousand years ago. But she never imagined that Emilia's blacksmith-like architectural style would begin to poison the entire Hazy Realm.

The wilderness outside the City of Judgment should have been filled with the ghosts of the recently deceased. But now, a ghost called Geometry was rising from the earth. Countless earthen bodies, a mosaic of sharp and obtuse angles, pierced the surface, like a state-of-the-art magic circle. Only, no magic circle of this magnitude existed in this world.

Each set of completed city walls turned at a cruelly precise angle, forming a jagged defensive array. The gloomy air of the hazy realm seemed to have sensed these wonderful

The sunlight refracts back and forth between the angles of 60 and 120 degrees, cutting the shadows into a prism-like cage.

And it wasn't difficult to find Emiya and his group—those Halruaan mages who had died of old age and could no longer be resurrected, as well as those mages who had become completely obsessed with the traditional mysteries of Halruaan and the new mysteries of the Mage King within a few days, all gathered at the very edge of this strange city wall.

Compared to the finished sections, this part was much rougher, the earth rising and falling, the wall being rebuilt several times in a matter of minutes.

The only problem was that the wizard who was responsible for observing everything and giving orders was obviously unpopular and would be greeted enthusiastically from time to time by his colleagues who were responsible for the work.

——In fact, Filleracell even saw two more deadly people among this group of people.

Mythril...and Mythrion.

The most unsociable mythal of the Seldarine seemed completely absorbed in this wondrous defensive position.

Of course, Filleresel could easily find the weaknesses of this defensive line - it was difficult to target the air force, difficult to target underground attacks, and even more difficult to deal with close-range charges directly into the position.

And these weaknesses will no longer exist with the help of the maze lock.

Filleresel, who had witnessed Corellon's defeat firsthand, was somewhat dissatisfied with this: "...He's such a traitor."

He had remained confined to his home for millennia, and even when the other Seldarine came to visit him, they would receive no response. If it weren't for the sheer magnitude of his death, many Seldarine would have suspected his mental health had been damaged by the devastation.

...But now the eyes of the God of Mazes were shining, and he asked Emilia all sorts of questions.

This incredibly bizarre scene left Fillerisel stunned – could this man, who even had a hint of enthusiasm on his face, really be the unusually cold and aloof Mithrein?!

Before Phileresel could think about it, the Seraph had already been caught up in the effect of the maze.

The buoyancy that supported her disappeared, causing her to plummet towards the ground almost headfirst. Fortunately, with the power of the Seraphic Servant, she didn't fall headfirst to the ground.

The appearance of the Seraphic Servant naturally did not escape anyone's eyes.

Seraph, one of the rarest and most powerful creatures in the world.

However, Filleresel had no interest in being an exhibit, nor in responding to the mage's curiosity.

As she was about to fall, she flapped her wings to slow down, and landed gently in front of Aimiya and her group, saying, "Miss Mithriel, Mythrien, Your Majesty Aimiya, I haven't seen you for several days. I have been ordered by my Lord to escort Mythrien and his soul to Avandor."

The God of Mystique, who had been completely oblivious to Phileresel's presence, raised his head in confusion: "...Escort me?"

"...Uh." Fillerisel pulled the corners of his mouth up somewhat stiffly. "You will eventually return to Avandor, right? My Lord wishes to stay in touch with you to avoid any delays in information in the event of an emergency."

"It is indeed necessary." Mithrein said absentmindedly, "Let the God King rest assured. I will be out here for a while and then go back."

“…Is there a relatively accurate time?”

"It won't be long." Mithrain said nonchalantly, "Just a few decades."

"Decades are too long..."

However, before Emilia could refute him, Filleresel replied seriously, "This time is indeed not long. I can accept it on behalf of my lord."

Emiya sighed.

The Seldarine's concept of time can only be described as tragic.