Equipment Printing School Mage
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What happened that made the battle so effective?
They had no idea that Fenwei's casual remarks had caused great mental harm to these priests.
These people stood on the city wall, their expressions respectful. "Your Majesty Emilia, I wonder if you would be interested in visiting the headquarters of the Church of Death. The Pope might see you."
"I don't have time..." Emilia didn't react at first. After a moment's pause, she immediately asked, "You mean the Pope? In the Hazy Realm?!"
The term "Pope" isn't particularly common in Faerun. This is because most churches are essentially localized, often founded by locals rather than by a church headquarters. Even if a foreigner initially succeeds in proselytizing, after a few generations, the church will easily be filled by locals, and the relationship between superiors and subordinates will quickly evolve into that of comrades over time.
Therefore, even a church in the lawful camp may not have a pope who can lead the entire church - after all, in Faerun, it is actually the god himself who is responsible for this work.
If the god himself can speak to every believer, there is naturally no need for a sole agent to share his authority.
Therefore, even the Church of Tyre does not have a supreme Pope. It is just that some churches in the holy land do have a respected status, and the local bishops do have a transcendent status.
The church of Tymora, the goddess of fortune, is extremely fragmented. A priest's position only extends to the city gates. Upon arriving in a new city, he is treated as a fellow priest, his high position in another city unrecognized. Their unity lies in one single thing: if anyone calls for unity, that person will be unitedly isolated.
At the same time, there is another unspoken rule: high positions in the church are only reserved for living people.
A priest who has passed away should naturally vacate his position. This is precisely why the Pope should never be a dead person. No matter how high his status in life, he cannot be the Pope of the material plane in the kingdom of God!
And now, the title of Pope suddenly reached Emilia's ears.
The Pope of the Church of Death is in the hazy realm... This kind of thing is completely beyond common sense, yet it is strangely reasonable.
Moreover, he already knew that these priests had generally spent hundreds or even thousands of years in the realm of the dead.
So who can become their Pope?
Emiya was immediately interested.
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The Church of Death's headquarters and the Pope were both located within the City of Judgment, on opposite sides of the Crystal Spire. The two buildings, facing each other from afar, symbolized absolute control over the City of Judgment.
Emiya had never been to the Church of Death before, but she could easily spot it among the buildings.
Judgment City is in fact severely short of supplies. The dead don't need materials to survive, but the availability of various common goods is indeed limited. Worst of all, the land lacks even direct production. Therefore, relying on magic to forcibly maintain operation is almost the only way for most residents. In such an environment, residential areas built cannot be particularly magnificent. By the standards of the material plane, most residents of Judgment City live in slums.
——And the Church of Death is the only place in the half-city of judgment that can be called full of atmosphere and solemnity.
Emilia silently looked at the obsidian-like black building complex and stepped into it calmly.
And here, it is obvious that preparations have been made to welcome him.
In the empty hall, there was only one person standing quietly in the middle of the hall with his back to him.
A tall and slender woman with black hair wearing a matte black robe, her long and smooth hair looked like a silk woven headscarf.
"Good day, miss." Emilia said.
"Good day, Her Majesty Emia of Lunya," she replied. "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Aheka, and I am the Pope of the Church of Death."
After other pastors respectfully exited the church, the door was not closed.
In this turbulent city of judgment, even a closed door could easily lead to misunderstandings. However, in this unrelated place, whether the door was open or not, the air remained chilly.
"You want to meet me?"
"It's better to say that I need a reason to not see you."
It was strange that Emiya felt almost intuitively that there was a strange sense of familiarity about Aheka - even though he had no similarities with others in appearance.
Aheka's voice was cold, but her emotions were subtly active. She looked at Amyia's waist and said meaningfully, "The accuser carries the sword of accusation... Is this some kind of mockery of the devil?"
"It's all the listener's fault," Emilia said. "I just can't think of a more neutral word at the moment."
"Indeed. Kelemvor tried so hard to make death less terrifying, but his efforts backfired, ultimately freezing his own heart... all in vain. Death is death, the most horrific end, and it can never be whitewashed. And the god of death, after all, is feared by all," Aheka said. "I've been watching your actions. Let me give you a warning: you're working in vain."
"What exactly does it mean?"
"Allowing the dead to communicate with their loved ones again, building defenses for Judgment City... even helping to build houses for the people." Aheka's face was full of seriousness. "None of this will help you consolidate your position as the God of Death."
"Did I ever say I was going to be a god of death?"
"Besides that, what reason does a living person have to stay in the Twilight Realm?" Ahka sneered. "There's no wealth or supplies here. Apart from the souls that can be found everywhere in the material plane, there's nothing."
"So what do you think I should do?"
"You should start getting familiar with this place," Ahka said softly. "The City of Judgment is actually the most important source of faith for the God of Death. Mortals in the material plane will despise the God of Death their entire lives, and only when the God of Death comes to their side will they show a little respect. The City of Judgment is the most important source of faith for the God of Death."
"I know," Emiya said. "It was because Cyric underestimated this that he was slain by Kelemvor in the Hazy Realm... But did I do anything wrong?"
"Soft words don't earn respect," Aheka replied. "You don't seem like a man bent on death, but a caring neighbor. Fear can bring faith, respect can bring faith, but intimacy doesn't—they only demand more from you."
"What if I don't listen?"
"Time will tell," Aheka said. "You can gamble. But no one has ever regained the throne after losing the title of God of Death. Not everyone is qualified to become a god. You'd better be cautious."
Emilia didn't continue the topic, but suddenly said, "It suddenly occurred to me that there is a reason why the living remain in the hazy realm."
He didn't wait for Aheka's answer but took a step back.
Silver flames quietly boiled in his eyes. Ahka narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh? I'd like to hear more about it."
"For example, entrusted by someone." Emilia's voice became cold, "You are not a dead person. You may indeed be the Pope of the Church, but you have another identity.
"You are a Seraph. You are Jaeger's Seraph. You were the mysterious Seraph who stirred up trouble during the Sons of Bhaal's civil war.
"You and Jaeger were really noisy."
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Aheka didn't understand how Emya came to this conclusion.
This intelligent and elegant woman's eyes widened slightly, her hands trembling almost instinctively. But she remained motionless, shaking her head in amusement, as if Emilia were talking nonsense. "Are you sane? This kind of low-level deception won't work on me."
"Really?" Emilia said calmly, "Then let me ask an even stranger question: Are you a priest?"
"Of course I'm a priest."
"So," Emilia said, "a priest facing a potentially hostile individual without armor, a holy symbol, or a weapon. Don't you think that's a bit overconfident?"
Aheka was silent.
"On previous battlefields, even a priest whose armor lost its enchantment would instantly become a dead soul under Mars's sword, their armor and body shattered. Although I don't have his terrifying hand-to-hand combat ability, you don't have any equipment? This only shows that you have absolute confidence in your own strength - even with bare hands, you can immediately subdue me. With all due respect, there are very few creatures in mortal bodies who can have such confidence."
Even Xinbu, the Witch King who was confident she could destroy dozens or even hundreds of liches simultaneously, wouldn't stand there defenseless, allowing someone to cast spells on her several times before counterattacking. That wasn't confidence; it was courting death.
—But Aheka did just that.
If Emilia doesn't believe that the Pope of a thousand-year-old church is a fool, then this is most likely the arrogance of the strong.
"...Heh." Finally, facing the doubt, Aheka just laughed. "I have to say, it's not without reason that you've made enemies everywhere and yet are still alive today. But unfortunately, your accusations are still groundless."
But Emilia was extremely confident in her conclusion.
Every Seraphim bears the shadow of their master. Even Metatron, whose master created her Seraphim purely for fun, had a form that strangely resembled Silver during her recent arcane studies.
As for Aheka, although his aggressiveness didn't seem strong, he revealed an indifferent and condescending attitude, which he had seen too many times in Jaeger.
It is between the boundaries of life and death, yet transcends them, and therefore despises all living and dead.
So far, the only time Jaeger suffered a defeat was when he faced Silver, who had recovered most of his strength.
After suffering this loss, Jaeger rarely appeared in front of them again.
Could Aheka be his agent? However, it should be true that Aheka has been the Pope here for a thousand years.
And what Yin did to Jaeger also taught him a lesson.
If you want to communicate with such a pretentious person, the easiest way is to slap her in the face.
Emilia raised her head and said, "Well, I have another very crude method that will prove that I am right."
"Oh?" Aheka's expression remained unchanged.
The body of the Seraph God's servant is much tougher than that of a mortal.
But soon, Aheka couldn't laugh anymore.
"I'm sorry, Miss Aheka." Emiya said coldly, ""
An invisible wave suddenly erupted from Emiya's body without any warning.
It uses silver fire as the fuse and magic as the fuel.
And what was finally detonated was psychic energy!
Psychic power is one of the most hidden abilities in the world. So much so that by the time Aheka realized she should start countering, Emiya's power had already been fully activated.
Crunch.
Crackling.
The obsidian floors screamed loudly in the face of an unknown force, as if some destructive substance was growing from their bodies.
Finally, accompanied by countless explosions, sword blades shining with cold light began to pierce out from every corner of the hall.
The ceiling, the walls, the floor—in the blink of an eye, the originally solemn hall turned into a forest of swords and spears.
Aheka was speechless.
This scene may look horrifying, but to people at their level, it is just horrifying.
Even if each of the rising iron jungles was, for a few seconds, the blade of the Holy Avenger. These incomparably powerful holy swords, however, were clearly wielded by paladins, gushing with aura. Clusters of auras shone brightly, completely enveloping Emiya herself.
Unfortunately, Aheka was not a traditional priest, much less an evil creature. The Holy Avenger's suppression power was almost useless to her.
At this point, Aheka was even a little disappointed.
Is this the reason why Emilia came here alone?
She did not notice Emiya's movements in time, but his psychic power as a base was still too weak and too narrow.
"In Kingdom Tianyu, you can have many strengths and many weaknesses. But there is one strength you must possess, and one weakness you must correct. Do you know what it is?"
Aheka couldn't help but recall Jaeger's rare gaffe.
Jaeger is a god of death of extraordinary status. It can be said that no one in Toril can surpass him except AO.
But unfortunately, there was one exception. And he, upon their reunion, was mercilessly slapped in the face. Returning to his own residence, the old man, silent for a thousand years, once again displayed a rare display of emotion: anger, discontent, and murderous intent.
After figuring out the whole story, Aheka, who had not left the City of Judgment for more than a hundred years, almost instinctively developed a contempt and recognition for Emya.
There were many such people in the Mistral era.
In other words, he is a gigolo who lives off the magic goddess.
However, even Aheka did not expect that after her resurrection, Misriel would walk on the path of her successor at the speed of light.
But no matter what, Emilia is too young.
He might be an outstanding wizard, or even a skilled craftsman.
Such a person has also achieved the psychic power to be able to hurt the Seraphim God Servant?
No one would believe it.
Aheka moved silently.
All the Seraphic Servant are top masters of psychic powers.
However, they were naturally inclined to use psychic energy for defense rather than offense. As long as she began to defend herself, she was confident that Emilia's half-baked psychic energy would pose no threat to her.
And everything seemed to be just as she thought. She stood there, and apart from feeling a slight swelling pain, she did not feel any signs of being violated.
This result almost made Aheka laugh: The dignified Halrua Mage King, who had defeated nearly ten commanders of the evil church, recognized her identity and used such an immature technique to attack her?
So she tried to take a step forward.
There is one virtue you must have, and that is taking responsibility for your own actions. There is one flaw you cannot tolerate, and that is being ignorant of the immensity of the world.
In her opinion, Emilia was perfect in a way that violated both of these principles.
However, the moment she tried to move, she felt an extremely strange... pain in her body.
It was as if countless iron blocks had been placed inside her body at some point in time.
And just as she took a step casually, these heavy iron blocks revealed their sharp fangs.
Countless sword blades easily pierced through the flesh and blood of the Seraph God Servant from the inside, and blood rushed out along the sharp blades that broke through the body.
She only took a step with her left foot, and then countless sword blades pierced out from her feet to her knees, and from her knees to her thighs. Her lower body almost instantly turned into a bloody steel hedgehog.
This strange sight startled her, but just as she screamed out subconsciously, she realized that something was wrong.
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