Equipment Printing School Mage

But the two enemies who were the original target were not so lucky.

The two assassins screamed almost at the same time and subconsciously wanted to cover their eyes.

But no matter what, charging towards the enemy under a glare that could vaporize their brains was simply too difficult.

Then, one of the assassins closed his eyes, made that desperate sprint move again, and rushed towards Emilia regardless of anything.

The other assassin simply threw the short spear in his hand towards Emilia, letting the short weapon appear in mid-air.

This short spear actually only has one handle.

On the handle, there is a vague shadow.

However, even though the assassin had already dropped his weapon, he still stared at the direction of Emiya, allowing his eyes to gradually wither away from the burning of the strong light.

"Ahhh, I finally caught you!"

Yin, who had been feeling frustrated for a while, finally found the opportunity to perform.

She lightly clasped her palms together, and another invisible wall rose from the ground.

It was transparent and invisible, and now it had already started its sprint, rushing into the invisible wall unhindered.

Then, his movements suddenly slowed down several times.

Or rather, time had been slowed down. His originally swift and unrestrained movements, like a cheetah's pounce, were instantly transformed into comically slow motion.

Even the short spike on the other side, like a crossbow arrow, also stopped in mid-air.

"Okay, hold my hand!"

Emiya didn't know what Yin had done, but it was obvious that the spell had successfully freed them.

The next step is to deal with the remaining assassin who is still active -

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the short, narrow-bladed sting.

He saw that this short spear was attached with special magic.

He didn't recognize the effect of that magic.

Then, the assassin, who was still staring in their direction, whispered something. His voice was stretched several times due to the spell, becoming extremely unclear: "Praise the Omniscient One—"

Then, the light on the short thorns brightened slightly.

The next second, the broken thorn, which was originally trapped in the wall of time, suddenly disappeared in mid-air, and when it reappeared, it was already several meters ahead.

At this moment, it is no longer bound by the wall of time.

Now, it was within striking distance of Emilia's head.

"—!"

Emilia's heart almost stopped as she watched the slender tip of the short thorn grow bigger and bigger in her eyes.

He struggled to shake his body, turned his head, and almost fell to the side.

The effect of the acceleration spell is still there, which gives Emilia a final chance to struggle.

The short thorn narrowly grazed his eye, leaving only a thin blood mark on his temple, and finally sank into the wall of time again.

At the same time, he understood.

The short handle of this short spear is made of hell steel.

There is no doubt that these assassins were sent by the devil.

At this time, Mars finally arrived.

The silver ship roared, reducing the distance between the paladin and the unarmed assassin to zero. Without hesitation, the paladin swung his sword to the side.

Lightning still danced on the edge of his sword.

The assassin who had thrown the weapon heard the deafening sound of horse hooves, but his eyes had already lost their ability to see. He hesitated for a moment, trying to listen towards the direction of the ocean.

But this hesitation was enough for the Holy Knight to arrive.

The paladin was unable to confirm the target's exact location, so he simply dragged his sword to the side of the horse, allowing the horse's kinetic energy to be fully released through the sharp blade, destroying all obstacles on the way.

Unfortunately, the assassin was standing in the path of the silver ship. Mars immediately sensed the horse's deceleration and instinctively reached out to the side and grabbed the enemy's arm.

He showed surprise, then lifted up the enemy without hesitation.

Then, shake it hard.

With just this one blow, the entire arm cracked with a shrill sound from the immense force. The paladin estimated the assassin's body and struck him hard in the chest. Only after hearing the crackle of ribs did he, satisfied, place the enemy back on his horse.

There, there was another assassin who was seriously injured and dying.

Mars rushed over quickly and jumped off his horse: "How is it? Are you hurt?"

The battle is over.

Emiya took a deep breath and shook her head. "Just a little scratch. A fluke."

But maybe he was a little too nervous, and now he felt a little numb on his face.

He glanced towards the Wall of Time. There should be another assassin there, but he still couldn't see the outline of the assassin's body.

Perhaps the assassin had realized that something was wrong, but now he couldn't even escape.

Emiya threw another handful of glitter dust in the direction of the assassin, illuminating every contour of the assassin's body.

He took a deep breath, but still felt a little out of breath. He shook his head and tried to cheer himself up. "Fortunately, these three should be alive... I think our investigation should be progressing. These three assassins may be closely related to the death of Grand Duke Slani."

He had received advance warning from Sig, but he had narrowly avoided death on the spot. If these assassins had launched a surprise attack in a crowded and observant area, the defenseless Slani might have been completely unable to resist.

However, this battle put a much greater burden on Emilia than he had imagined.

He felt like he didn't even have the strength to stand on the ground, so he had to sit down and gasp for breath: "I didn't... escape, good... Next I have to... still have to..."

The paralysis in the face is spreading to the whole body without anyone noticing, and many of the senses are beginning to become dysfunctional.

The field of vision became dark and narrow, and the sounds from the outside world became blurry and difficult to distinguish: "E... poison... poison!"

Emilia couldn't understand what she heard.

He could only follow inertia and said with all his strength: "Notify...Fenwei!"

Then, he completely lost the strength to support his body and fell heavily to the ground.

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"Don't worry. The Backward Voice has already set out... Honestly, I'm not even qualified to command them." In a room built to the specifications of Little Calinshan, a black-haired young man in elegant attire was leisurely explaining to Grand Duke Valakon, "They're not setting out to eliminate the threat of the Flaming Fist.

"With all due respect, among the Flame Fist, only the Marshal and Karkoros are qualified to disturb the people behind them. Not even Karl Ola can."

"They set out because their target this time was capable and shrewd, but too young. Their future threat was to be eliminated."

"As for the success rate, please don't joke. Every official posthumous voice is a cleric of a god, not a divine council. Their biggest characteristic is that they won't go head-to-head with anyone. Legendary wizards? Apodel Adrian, the continent's strongest paladin? Jaheira the Harper? Those aren't their targets."

"The nobles who let down their guard, surrounded by people. The young people full of high spirits—these are the enemies of the words behind them."

"They make countless mistakes even when facing ordinary assassins. But facing the Words Behind Their Backs, it's like baring your neck to a vampire. There's no chance of them missing."

"What, what if? There's no what if. Unless that 'accuser' we've been bragging about really exists, they're doomed. But we all know there are no accusers in this world. Everyone is trying to survive amidst conspiracy and swords. Some may have good luck for a while, but it won't last forever... When the poison of the afterword flows into their blood, they will die."

"Even if someone wanted to save him, they would be helpless in the face of those dozens of toxins."

Forty-eight Life and Death Relay

"It's broken!!!!" Sig screamed immediately.

Emiya's condition was visibly bad.

His breathing had even stopped when he fell, and the air in his body was being squeezed out in large gulps due to the fall.

"What kind of poison is on this weapon? How can it take effect so quickly and so violently?"

Mars immediately jumped off his horse and rushed to Emilia's side. The holy warrior's protective aura silently enveloped Emilia.

A paladin's aura of protection is supposed to be a powerful shield against all external influences. With this power, a powerful paladin can practically walk through a storm of enemy magic.

But this time, it could only delay the moment of Emiya's respiratory failure a little bit.

However, the final outcome could not be reversed.

The paladin pursed his lips and placed his right hand on Emilia's shoulder: "...Holy Healing."

The paladin's laying on of hands, like religious legends on Earth, can heal injuries and rescue people from near-death situations simply by placing their hands on them. With a little more effort, they can even use Lay on Healing to directly remove poisons.

This time, Mars fell silent as soon as he put his hand on Emilia.

He paused for a moment, then wordlessly put his helmet behind him, letting the helmet clatter against his back armor.

"...Sixty-six kinds."

"What?" Sig and Yin were confused. "Sixty-six?"

"With just a scratch, he was poisoned by sixty-six kinds of poison! And almost all of them are extremely fast-acting and deadly poisons. I can't cure them at all!" Mars gnashed his teeth, "He's going to die soon!"

"It's just a scratch, how could he die?!" Sig seemed knowledgeable, but after all, he hadn't often experienced such severe situations. "...Then, then should we take him to see a priest immediately?! I don't even know such an unpopular spell as feign death!"

The art of suspended animation is a spell that can be used by multiple professions - it freezes the target's physical state, so that the toxins and diseases in the target's body stop taking effect. It is said to be the most suitable spell for this situation.

But the problem was obvious—this spell was too unpopular and rarely used. Almost only the priests in the temple who specialized in medical affairs would prepare it.

"It's too late!" Mars pressed his hands tightly on Emiya's body. The holy power poured into Emiya's body like a flood, but there was a black hole that swallowed up all the holy power. "There is not enough time! Maybe Emiya has less than a minute left! This time is not enough to go to the Umberley Temple!"

In just these few seconds, Emiya's condition was deteriorating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The originally small wound had begun to fester, and blood was flowing out of the wound. The blood had begun to turn an extremely unpleasant black color.

What was even more frightening was that half of Emilia's face had begun to shrivele slightly - perhaps the poison had already corroded the skin beneath it.

As for more and more dangerous changes, they are just changes that cannot be seen from the outside in a short period of time, and God knows what they are.

Umberlee was a true evil god, a leader of the furious pantheon—they had no acquaintance with Umberlee's priests, so how could they possibly ask for help from Umberlee's high priests that night? In this situation, the consequences of asking for help from the evil god's priests were minor—they couldn't just carry a corpse to the Umberlee Temple!

At this moment when he was completely at his wit's end, Yin sighed softly: "... maybe I can give it a try."

She stretched out her hand and gently touched it in front of Emiya's body. Invisible waves instantly enveloped Emiya's body.

Just like the assassins controlled by Yin, the speed of all the changes in Emiya's body suddenly became a fraction of the original speed, and even the poisonous blood flowing in her body slowed down.

But she was not satisfied with the result. She bit her lip nervously. "...I should have a solution at this time...What was it? Burn it with fire? I think it's just burning it with fire?"

Mars saw that Emilia's condition had improved a little and breathed a sigh of relief.

Emiya had at least a few more minutes to struggle.

He generously poured all of his last holy healing power into Emilia, barely neutralizing several toxins - although it was a drop in the bucket, it was better than nothing.

"Burning is only used to treat external injuries!" Mars had long known that Yin lacked common sense, so he didn't argue with her at this time. He just said to Sig, "Well, I will send him to the Hall of Supreme Miracles immediately! Sig, please use all your healing spells to make sure he doesn't die completely!"

Although the Umberley Temple is closer, the reputation of the Umberley priests is too bad. Mars really can't imagine that these priests who spread faith with fear would have the sentiment of first responders - it is foreseeable that these Umberley priests will inevitably make things difficult repeatedly, and they don't think there is any urgency to save Emya.

They probably didn't even think there was anything wrong with Emya's death—a pagan was dead, so be it. Even the believers in Umberley weren't immune to the turmoil.

In contrast, they might as well rush directly to the Gond Temple and pray that the Gond Master Craftsman is still in the temple.

"Don't be silly, how can we do this in time?"

At this moment, a voice they were not expecting sounded from behind them.

She was an elegant woman in a purple robe, most of her features hidden under her hood.

The person who came was naturally Imoen.

"You guys actually forgot to contact me the first time." Imoen sighed, looking at Emiya's position, his brows also furrowed.

She took out a scroll box from her bosom and rummaged through it for a long time before finally finding the scroll of suspended animation that she wanted.

She whispered the activation spell on it, then threw it forward. The entire scroll shattered into golden dust in mid-air and landed on Emilia.

Now, Emiya's breathing stopped completely, but the corruption and decay of her flesh also stopped.

Seeing this, Emiya's three teammates breathed a sigh of relief. Sig wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down on the ground, gasping for breath. "Fortunately, fortunately... Having just joined the team and having the captain killed is unlucky! Compared to that, being assassinated the next day is nothing!"

Mars pursed his lips and said, "...Miss Imoen, we didn't have time to contact you. How did you know that something happened here?"

Imoen didn't even hesitate when she answered: "—because my ring is my information beacon. In short, I eavesdrop on you through that ring."

"Can you admit this so casually?!"

"Why shouldn't you admit this? Is my token so easy to get? Anyway, I didn't hear any important private information - and most importantly, you are Mars' only apprentice. Why should I pretend to be friendly with your team?" She waved her hand, "Stop talking nonsense and follow me - I can only keep Emilia alive temporarily. It's not my responsibility to bring him back to life."