Equipment Printing School Mage

"I have the same question." Gruumsh breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you really Mystrel?

"——The Demonic Web Avatar I know is not as weak as you."

"Of course I haven't recovered to my peak." Yin tilted his head. "If I were in my peak, you would be dead now."

“……!” Veins popped out on Geumsh’s forehead, but then a bloodthirsty excitement appeared on his face.

The gods are in trouble, but they still walk among the mortals.

This is an opportunity that you can only encounter by chance.

Mystrel is alive and in Black Arrow Hold.

His one eye almost subconsciously turned towards the outside of the city.

——We must not let Rose discover anything unusual here! Otherwise, that vicious mother spider will definitely not mind immediately tearing up the covenant that was not signed for a long time.

A very weakened Mystrel.

This might be the most valuable treasure next to the Tablet of Destiny itself, enough to drive all of Faerûn into madness!

Geumsh hesitated for a moment, but finally tightened his grip on the black arrow.

The god slowly took a step forward, and the black arrow disappeared as if time had stopped.

Vanished along with it, the seemingly motionless Silver. As if time had frozen in time and then suddenly shattered, a heavy black arrow shot out from where Silver had stood. The next second, a howling storm, swirling with the force of thunder, erupted, and the earth roared as it cracked under the devastating blow. The black arrow unleashed a surging wave, and the orcs, momentarily stunned, were instantly swept high into the sky by the sudden storm and slammed back into the shadows of Black Arrow Hold.

Silver had quietly appeared in the other direction of the castle at some point, and sighed, "You can achieve this with pure bravery alone... Avatars like you are the most difficult to deal with for mortals."

Gods certainly possess powers that mortals cannot imagine. But when they descend, their fighting styles are unique.

Warriors, among mortals, are a relatively weak profession. They must use their mortal bodies to withstand countless magical attacks before they can unleash their bravery and wrath upon their enemies. Even on their own, they are simply unable to withstand truly powerful enemies.

At the same time, they are the best containers. They are the profession that is most suitable to accept the help of teammates and be responsible for the final fight against strong enemies.

But because of this, while the mage can boast about his achievements in overkilling enemies of higher levels, the warrior will be extremely powerless when facing an all-round superior opponent alone.

If the incarnation Mars faced was Gruumsh instead of Umberlee, he would certainly not have survived - the bravery and swordsmanship that the paladin was proud of were completely meaningless when facing a god who was extremely skilled in hand-to-hand combat.

But unfortunately, it was not Mars who came today.

As for Geumsh, after failing to hit him once, he put away his contempt.

He actually didn't notice when Yin left the place!

How did she do that? Did she manipulate the time?

But no matter. If she had achieved this result by some means, then Gruumsh would be happy to see it happen - he could fight at this speed for hours without getting tired, and Mystril's ability to maintain this strange speed in her mortal body obviously couldn't be without cost!

So, Gruumsh stopped using his black arrows and instead moved his body slightly to summon out his real main weapon, a giant spear as tall as his body.

Then, the entire Black Arrow Castle almost became a stage for the gods to unleash their divine power.

The god and the former god's figures, almost invisible to the naked eye, stalked every corner of Black Arrow Hold in less than a minute. These two gods, with no regard for the innocent—let alone the orcs, who technically weren't innocent—turned Black Arrow Hold into a river of blood in the blink of an eye.

Yin subconsciously held his waist and seemed to be slightly out of breath.

In the final blow between the two sides, Gruumsh successfully scratched Silver's body for the first time - although these minor wounds were almost instantly healed by the silver fire. However, simply swinging the spear would inevitably consume much less energy than Mystril's tricks.

At this moment, Geumsh is just an incarnation. If it is damaged, a new one can be created immediately. However, Yin in the castle can only be forced to heal no matter how badly he is injured... As one gains, the other loses, and it can be said that victory is in his grasp.

However, he was not the only one who felt he had victory.

At this moment, Yin nodded: "About this speed. Very good. Then, it's time to end it."

She opened her hand in the same gesture as Gruumsh and whispered, "The blades are divided."

Silver fire spread across her palm, eventually extending into a giant right hand that was almost as tall as her, and grasping the spear that had just been born in her hand.

With incredible skill, Silverfire's right hand swung the spear in a beautiful flower. At the same time, Silver replied, "You'd better have a trump card... If it were just Gruumsh, you could escape now."

Gruumsh frowned slightly.

Then, electric sparks lightly jumped out from his palm.

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Trist once imagined what would happen if he really faced Rose one day?

Unfortunately, there was no courage, no bargaining, no fighting. Only a one-sided beating.

Who is the resurrected drow priest? The answer is almost revealed.

She showed an incredible familiarity with Tristram's skills and habits, and Tristram's extraordinary speed obtained by relying on the acceleration bracelet was of no use when facing a god.

Thus, Drizzt's not-so-great physical fitness became a huge weakness. In her hands, the nine-tailed whip, originally more like a torture instrument, became a sharp blade that could cut through gold and jade.

Where it touched the snow, it created clear gullies; where it rubbed against the rocks, it left a long stone groove. When Drizzt tried to do the same thing and destroy the Nine-Tailed Whip again, he almost got thrown into the air by the whip.

This is not a power that the drow can possess at all. The drow priest holding the nine-tailed whip seems to have a Titan hidden in his body!

And she didn't seem to be in a hurry to torture Drizzt to death. On the contrary, the nine-tailed whip in her hands seemed to have become the hands of unbuttoning clothes, and she was patiently tearing Drizzt's armor into pieces layer by layer.

...or rather, stripped.

However, the usually unromantic Majesty Aimia played a subtle role at this moment - the extremely sharp nine-tailed whip suffered a significant setback when it encountered the armor given by Aimia. Even though Drizzt had begun to vomit blood, the brand new dark armor was still not completely destroyed.

However, this made the priest in front of Trist even more excited.

She even wiggled her fingers slightly and picked up the snow that was dyed red by Tristana and put it into her mouth, leaving a breathtaking crimson on her lips and cheeks.

"...Crazy woman." Trist used this extremely precious gap to quickly adjust his breathing, trying to find the flaw of this priest.

However, the huge difference in physical strength makes all the flaws become a joke... If the enemy's actions and reactions are several times faster than yours, then there is no so-called flaw at all!

The drow priest's alluring voice continued to echo: "Don't count on your teammates. They may know you're in dire straits, but they won't come, and it won't help."

Trist was also very clear about this.

Their team was the largest in number, but weaker in strength. They had no power to fight back against the incarnation of the god!

The worst thing is that they even lost the initiative. If they continue to add fuel, they will all be defeated here.

Not only should they not come, they should leave immediately!

At this moment, the drow priest seemed to have heard something and finally stopped approaching. He listened attentively and laughed dumbly: "...Your friends are here, but unfortunately they are even more foolish than I thought. They actually want to cast a spell on me."

Drizzt's heart sank.

The drow race inherently possesses a strong resistance to magic, giving them an advantage against spellcasters, especially mages. And if the cleric before them truly were Lolth incarnate... theoretically, all spells would be ineffective against them—and that was without considering her proactive counterattacks.

He didn't care about the silence of the communication at this moment, and could only shout in the mental connection: "Why did you come here? Go away!"

At this moment, even Drizzt could hear the chanting in the storm.

Then, the chanting stopped all at once.

The drow priest had a look of contempt on his face. Not only did he not stop the spell, he even opened his arms slightly.

Her meaning was very clear: I'm right here, letting you cast a spell on me, what can you do to me?

Then, ominous scarlet flames pierced through the dancing blizzard and hit the drow priest with precision.

They seemed to have no heat, but unexpectedly spewed out a thick sulphurous stench. Its eruption was completely without warning and could not be avoided.

——And it can't even be blocked by magic resistance.

After Yin got inspiration from the devil's hellfire, he transformed it into a four-ring energy-shaping spell, sulfur fire.

Its power, range, and impact are unmatched, but the damage it inflicts is neither immune nor resistable.

——Even if it is the incarnation of God, it won’t work!

One hundred and six silver (two)

Of course, the drow who was ravaging, torturing, and teasing Drizzt was Rose herself.

For a god to send down an avatar was a massive undertaking, even for a god who was nearly omniscient and omnipotent. Rose was far from being strong enough to send down an avatar and then disband it at will.

Although Rose is jealous and narrow-minded, she often expresses her anger by sending messengers rather than taking action herself.

Drizzt, who had been hunted by the drow for hundreds of years, was already familiar with these tricks of his own kind. This was not the first group of drow he had killed.

Therefore, Trist never expected that Rose would choose to descend here.

——On the other hand, it was precisely because of this that Rose satisfied her own selfish desires a little at a time when all the gods were ready to make a move.

Drizzt is a world-famous warrior, but he is not even the best warrior among the drow. His personal strength has never been the best, let alone invincible.

To put it more directly, Drizzt alone has no ability to kill gods.

There wouldn't be any risk... in theory.

However, there are always unexpected things in this world.

Rose stroked her cheek in surprise.

With just a light touch of her slender fingertips, a piece of burnt shell that still emitted the stench of sulfur peeled off from her cheek.

The god's body, which could not be desecrated, was left with an extremely ugly mark by the sulfur fire just now.

Rose raised her head in fury and took in the murderer who caused all this: a middle-aged wizard and a fully armed priest of Tyr.

——And, the moon elf in Emiya’s team who exudes a human aura.

After they succeeded in their first strike, they immediately started casting the spell for the second time without any hesitation.

It was clear that they were not satisfied with simply disfiguring Rose.

"You bastards from the surface." Rose's anger instantly overflowed. "You will all pay for this!"

With incredible agility, she dodged several incoming moonlight beams, extended a finger toward Elastrid, and gently tapped her: "Prostrate yourself before me and beg for a quick death, fey."

Elastrid was still chanting the spell loudly, but then a strange pain seized her.

The originally tightly closed gauntlet began to tremble violently as if some strange creature had squeezed into it, and strands of terrifying black hairs scrambled out from the gaps in the gauntlet.

The heart-wrenching pain caught the unprepared Elastri screaming. She could no longer hold the silver plate in her hand and staggered, almost falling into the snow.

The cold sweat on her head froze on her cheeks. She struggled to remove her gauntlet with her left arm and saw the real changes that had taken place on her right hand.

The originally white fingertips became spider legs, the bones beneath the flesh became spider knuckles, and the originally round fingertips sagged into the curve of the spider's abdomen.

Rose just pointed from a distance, and Elastrid's right hand was completely twisted into a constantly shaking black spider.

One of the black spider's legs was even deeply connected to her arm, demonstrating that it was completely transformed from Elastrid's palm. However, the spider was clearly not satisfied with this and was gnawing at her flesh vigorously, as if trying to save the rest of its body.

However, it was more like assimilation than gnawing - the heart-wrenching pain was constantly turning into nourishment for the spider, causing it to swell at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

"Pain? Reluctant? Back then, I endured this same pain in the Abyss and survived until today." Rose raised her hand. "Fee, you dare to appear before me? You will bear the punishment that Corellon deserves!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Alestria, having grown up in a human community, had no particular fear of Rose, nor did she consider her to be anything special. She immediately called out to the swordsinger who had always been by her side, "Miss Xingsong!"

Miss Xingyong, I'm counting on you."

Elastrid carries two weapons on her waist at the same time, which is extremely rare no matter where she is.

A transparent green figure quietly floated out from the Moon Blade on her waist, and then pulled the Moon Blade, which was as clear as a lake, out of the scabbard with a backhand.

Probably the first case where the Moon Blade and the ghost within it want to cut off the palm of their master.

The spider that was just fluttering after its meal was cut into two parts by a sword and fell to the ground with an almost undetectable wail.

Then, it turned back into Elastri's severed hand, and blood flowed from the wound.

Elastri bit her lip lightly, and the hem of her jet-black gauze dress swayed slightly. Strands of black sand crumbled from it, covering her severed arm like a flowing cloud. She bent her hand slightly, and a palm composed entirely of shadow sand was once again her own.

"Ha!" Rose laughed out loud. "Then I want to see how many times you can perform such an amusing scene again."

Then, he actually reached out his hand to Elastrid again.

“——Don’t even think about it!!!”

An arm hidden behind the armor was twisted into a living spider. This spell with a strong drow style obviously touched the bottom line of the besiegers present.

Brimstone bypasses all resistances, offering unparalleled range and accuracy. However, the trade-off is that its direct damage is quite limited. While it's perfectly adequate for distracting and attracting Rose, attempting to kill her directly with Brimstone is sheer wishful thinking. Even at the very least, Rose would have plenty of time to remove this avatar.

The only thing that could truly make the final decision was a blade. If they just stood by and watched Rose act recklessly, their resistance would be completely destroyed in a very short time.

Trist, who had been chased and hunted in an extremely miserable state, finally recovered at this moment. He was in poor condition at the moment, but he had no intention of being afraid of fighting!

This time, the swordsinger Xingyong also began to move forward.

Her agility was even comparable to that of the renowned Drizzt. The moon elf and drow, one white and one dark, closed the distance between them and Rose almost instantly.

However, this time, Rose did not swing her whip to drive back her enemies, simply because her true subordinates had already arrived.