Equipment Printing School Mage

The skin on his fingertips tingled from the grooves on the bow's surface, but at that moment, all his senses were gripped by another, even more intense sound—the creaking sound wasn't just the sound of bending metal; it felt like countless tiny crystals simultaneously shattering and reforming. Each tremor traveled along the nerves in his arm to his temple, causing the veins in his forehead to throb. He could clearly "see" the magic power surging within the coral steel, the once stable molecular structure being forcibly twisted by a brutal force.

"Not enough..." He gritted his teeth, his knuckles whitening from the exertion. Sweat dripped down his jawline, instantly vaporizing into a white mist as it hit the bow arm. The uncanny power was shaking his spirit. Tiny specks of light began to appear before his eyes, and in addition to the sharp sound of twisting metal, a buzzing sound like a beeper filled his ears.

Click.

Until the last moment, the bowstring pulled the bow arm, and the lock stuck to the bowstring, making a slight sound.

The black arrow still lay quietly in the crossbow, but Emilia knew that it had completely transformed from a relic that had been silent for a hundred years into a weapon capable of slaying gods and demons.

"Your Majesty Corellon, Lady Tyche and Lady Tymora, Lady Selune, Mr. Gond, Silver..." The always unruly Lord Emya recited all the names of the gods he was familiar with before finally letting out a sigh, "...I pray that the next shot from the ballista before me will pierce Gruumsh's head."

He floated up gently, looked at the thunder that covered the sky, and said.

【Silver, I'm ready.】

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In Black Arrow Castle.

In the confrontation between Gruumsh and Mystril, the situation has gradually tilted.

Neither side had actually suffered any decisive damage yet, but their tactics had already foreshadowed the outcome.

Although Gruumsh had been actively attacking, he had always used the most energy-saving and most skilled combat method - charging and swinging weapons. At most, he would just rain down thunder of destruction filled with divine power.

Mystril's condition was clearly deplorable. Not only was she no match for herself as the Magic God of Netheril, she didn't even possess the power of the Wild Spirit she possessed before becoming a god.

Geumsh was certain that she had been accelerating her own time from the beginning to the end, using countless magic spells to bless herself, so that she could entangle with him until now.

So far, she hasn't even shown any threatening aggression!

Gruumsh even suspected that she was using herself to buy time for her lover. Otherwise, such a one-sided battle would be meaningless for gods of their level, and would only bring about enemies and be taken advantage of.

But for Gruumsh, capturing Mystrel alive is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity, so he must get her no matter what!

...time, time.

For this, Gruumsh was finally ready.

If she was adept at accelerating herself in the cracks of time, then the entire battlefield would be filled with thunder, leaving her with nowhere to hide.

Gruumsh paused, then stretched out his hand toward the sky. "I am tired of this game of cat and mouse, Mystril."

The sky darkened instantly, not from dark clouds, but from the rapid convergence of a pure, physics-defying electrical charge. Gruumsh's hand, stretched skyward, was like an antenna channeling the forces of heaven and earth, forcibly drawing the invisible sea of ​​thunder into the real world.

"...Mystrel." His voice was low and hoarse, and every syllable seemed to be rubbing against the sky.

The moment he finished speaking, the originally calm clouds in the sky were suddenly torn and twisted, revealing the deep, bottomless abyss-like void behind them.

Countless thunders have intertwined together.

From Mithril Hall to Blackarrow Hold, from the Northlands to the Spine of the World, a bolt of lightning hundreds of kilometers long, covering the entire sky, finally broke through the thick snow clouds, revealing its shape.

One, two, ten, a hundred... countless bolts of purple lightning, like a brush swishing from a god, sketched a dense, intricate electrical grid in the darkness. These lightning bolts weren't formed naturally; they were the manifestation of Gruumsh's will, imbued with destructive order.

Silver's long, silky hair began to rise uncontrollably into the air, countless sparks dancing and dancing in her hair. Black Arrow Castle, now a ruin, seemed like a resurrected zombie, its shattered and crumbling metal humming once more, and dust and snow began to rise high into the sky.

At this moment, Yin suddenly revealed a serene smile: "Your next sentence is that you have nowhere to escape."

"You have nowhere to escape... What?!" As soon as Gewushi said this, he was shocked and alarm bells rang in his heart.

After all, Misriel once controlled time, so it is reasonable for her to say that she still has some trump cards.

But no matter what her foundation is, covering her completely in the storm and preventing her from making any small moves in the cracks of time are the top priorities at the moment.

Gruumsh called for the world's thunder to fall immediately, trapping the noisy and clamorous magic gate into a cage.

At that moment, his single eye caught a subtle whiff of something strange. It wasn't a sound or a smell, but a pure, spatially distorted sense of dislocation. He instinctively realized something was approaching him at a speed beyond the limits of physics.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the black cliff behind him that had been completely covered by the avalanche.

At the top of the cliff, the dark blue crossbow had completely collapsed. The huge bow arm, like a city gate, was completely broken and raised high into the sky, knocking the surrounding snowflakes and rocks hundreds of meters into the sky.

And what shot out from the crossbow was a massive, pitch-black crossbow bolt. It wasn't an arrow, but a massive iron spike nearly four meters long and half a meter wide, its surface engraved with mysterious patterns, its tip gleaming a deadly black light in the dim light.

It was the fastest crossbow bolt Gruumsh had ever seen. It broke the speed of sound, yet it was so fast that even sound couldn't catch up. All it left in the air was a massive cloud of air that obscured the sun. This cloud expanded instantly, distorting light and transforming the entire sky into a blurry and distorted image. Like a sea of ​​clouds at the end of the world, the vast cloud swallowed everything in its wake.

His powerful divine senses and body allowed him to make one last struggle.

He instinctively tried to adjust his stance, but the countless metals of Black Arrow Castle had been lifted into the air by his own lightning, transforming into an invisible cage, slowing his movements for a moment. He tried to turn his body, but the rubble beneath him was the very ruins he had created. He stepped on empty air, and his body tilted ever so slightly.

So, after dodging, his one eye accurately found the crossbow arrow.

Even the body of a god could not resist the black arrow that had completely surpassed the speed of sound.

In the last moment of his life, all he saw was the black crossbow bolt and the huge air mass behind it that covered the entire sky and foreshadowed the coming of death.

Gruumsh's body, blasted by the black bolt, was no longer flesh and blood, but a heap of wreckage torn and shattered by pure force. The black crossbow bolt, binding his lightning-corroded flesh, twisted metal, and charred bones together in an incomprehensible way, became the deadly bullet that continued its advance.

Wherever it passed, the air was vaporized by the high temperature, leaving behind a bloody trail of flesh and blood, charred dust, and purple lightning. This trail was so vivid that, under the gloomy sky, it looked like the death mark left by a giant dragon.

Without even a pause, it crashed straight into the massive cliff that served as the castle's base. The cliff seemed as fragile as a clay toy before it.

"boom!"

A resounding roar shook the earth and sky, louder than all the previous thunder combined. The front of the cliff collapsed instantly under the impact of the crossbow bolt, sending huge rocks raining down in all directions. The bolt, carrying Gruumsh's remains, pierced the entire cliff face like a piece of thin paper, leaving a massive hole tens of meters in diameter on the other side.

The cliff began to collapse amidst the violent tremors, countless rubble and dust poured down like a waterfall. The black arrow, carrying the remains of Gruumsh, had already pierced the cliff and disappeared into the depths of the earth, leaving only a bottomless scar.

Gruumsh's avatar was destroyed. Killed in a single blow. He met his end at the hands of a mortal. Caught off guard, powerless to resist.

The battlefield between Corellon and Rose was not far from Black Arrow Hold, and was naturally completely shrouded in the thunder of Gruumsh.

Even the knowledgeable Seldarine was a little at a loss at this moment.

A second ago, Corellon had cautiously stopped his pursuit, fearing he would be injured by the thunder. The next second, the sky full of thunder seemed to have lost its restraints and scattered towards the end of the sky.

Then, the towering Blackarrow Hold in Tall Pine seemed to be shattered by a single blow. Half of the castle had already been destroyed in Gruumsh's rage, and now the last of the ruins was buried underground along with the collapsed cliff.

The earth trembled instantly, and even the two gods didn't know what happened for a moment.

After a while, the deafening sonic boom finally arrived, completely scaring away the last lingering snow on the Spine of the World, revealing the blue-gray rocky mountain.

The thunder of the gods has dissipated, and the thunder of mortals has just made its first cry.

Yin floated in the same place blankly, watching this earth-shaking, unprecedented scene. A flush of excitement and emotion almost instantly rose on his fair cheeks, and he flew towards the cliff with joy.

"Emiya-! I love you-!"

One Hundred and Eight Winter Days of Warmth

"What... happened?" Even though Rose had already understood long ago that her journey was most likely doomed, it was impossible for this incarnation to return safely to the kingdom of God.

However, she still didn't expect that even Geumsh, who originally had the upper hand, would encounter problems.

She didn't know what had happened to Gruumsh recently, but the fact that he possessed the power of thunder was certainly true. He must have formed an alliance with Talos.

While the Fury Pantheon seemed to have suffered a crushing defeat in the Twilight Realm, Talos still didn't seem to be losing power. Gruumsh's power should have taken a huge leap.

What was that impact just now? If Gruumsh hadn't been seriously injured or even dissipated on the spot, the thunder in the sky would never have dissipated.

——But why did Gruumsh, who was so powerful just now, die?!

It was the embodiment of a powerful divine force. A crisis that had engulfed the continent was but a joke before this incarnation of mighty divine power. A former Chosen of Mystra, who had once triggered the Dragon Rage crisis, produced a scroll infused with Mystra's divine power, but ultimately only caused the divinely descended Lathander to shed a few drops of divine blood.

What was that attack that just destroyed half of Black Arrow Castle? Black... pillars?

If it was Gruumsh who delivered the blow, then while equally devastating, it was still within Lolth's reach. But if it was Gruumsh who was killed, then who had delivered the blow? Was it Mystrel? How could she, so weakened, have managed to destroy the embodiment of such immense power?

At this moment, Corellon whispered, "You still have time to worry about Gruumsh?"

Almost at the same time as Rose, an equally earth-shattering blow was swung out from Corellon's hand.

The thunder that was still streaking through the sky was interrupted, and the howling blizzard was shattered by a single blow. The spider army that covered the sky and the plains was beheaded simultaneously, and the snow, already several meters thick, was swept up at once.

Rose's whip, armor, and flesh were cut in half by the sword almost at the same moment.

The gap between the two is already huge, how can Rose be allowed to look around at this time?

As if on purpose, Corellon deliberately let Rose's head pass, giving the spider goddess a final chance to say her last words or farewell.

"Ahem..." Rose said with difficulty, "...I hate you."

"I no longer care," Corellon replied.

"Yeah." Rose spat out a mouthful of blood. "How can one boring wife compare to him having fun every night with his three wives?"

"You are truly shameless." Corellon's voice finally grew cold. "Go back to your crypt. The sun is about to rise, and there is no air on the surface for you to breathe."

The drow priestess's head rolled in the snow, losing the aura possessed by the god.

Only then did Corellon turn around and bow gracefully. "I hope I'm not too late. Are there any casualties?"

The adventurer group was naturally panicked. Even Reverend Tyr, known for his eloquence, began to stutter. "No...no. Your presence was very helpful. None of us suffered any serious injuries."

Moreover, for a team of their level, as long as they are not wiped out, there will be no casualties in the strict sense.

The captain glanced at the two elves present and asked tentatively, "...Do we need to confirm the current situation of Black Arrow Castle?"

The more genuine reason was that the Elven God clearly had his own private conversation with the elves, and there was really no need for them to be a light bulb here. It was the God who saved them, so they couldn't be so shameless as to ask for any souvenirs.

And Elastrid also looked towards the cliff vigilantly, apologized, and left.

Her identity is even more embarrassing than Drizzt's. She really doesn't want to live with the God of Elves for a long time, so she always runs away whenever possible.

"Thank you very much."

When the group of adventurers and Alestria gradually walked away, Corellon turned around.

"...Drizzt Do'Urden, your reputation has long since spread to Avandor." Corellon Larethian, the God of the Elves, sighed deeply, "How could we meet for the first time on this occasion?"

Drizzt Do'Urden felt even more embarrassed. He completely disapproved of the Lolth'drow, but he had long since had no contact with other elven tribes. Instead, his friends were mostly from other races.

As a result, his meeting with the God of Elves came so hastily that he felt a little at a loss - and he didn't know what topic to talk about.

"...You..." Corellon hesitated, but still asked, "How is your life on the surface?"

"I've encountered many difficulties," Drizzt said, "but that's all in the past. I have many friends now."

"That's great."

Then, the two fell into awkward silence again.

He glanced at the sword in his hand and said quickly, "Your Majesty, when His Majesty Emya gave me the weapon, he once said that this Shadow Blade might have been designed for the drow..."

"To the dark elves," Corellon added with unusual seriousness. "When I envisioned it, I wanted to give it to a descendant of Ilithri who hadn't fallen, or perhaps to my daughter Eilistraee. But unfortunately, Eilistraee was murdered, and the plan was shelved. Now it appears in your hands... Very good. Although Aimya is an overly generous man, he is still very cautious in giving gifts. You are fully worthy of this weapon."

Thinking of this, he added: "Emmia is a rare person and an invaluable friend."

"That's true."

So the awkward silence continued.

Corellon was a carefree and eloquent person, but it was really difficult for him to bring up a topic in front of a drow who was trying to be good.

The vast majority of drow deserved their punishment, but the kind-hearted drow could only bear the responsibility together.

Finally, Corellon came up with a perfect topic: "Child, do you like the sun?"

To most drow, this greeting would have been closer to an insult, but to Drizzt, it was the beginning of his transformation.

"...I love the sun," Drizzt replied. "The blazing sunlight of the early morning always reminds me how free and beautiful my life is right now."

"So..." Corellon suddenly asked, as if confirming something, "Do you like your current appearance?"

"Huh?" Drizzt Do'Urden began to lose track of the Elf God's thoughts, but he still replied, "Half of my appearance comes from my father's blood, so it's okay."

"So, do you wish to be able to walk naturally in the sunlight?"

"……certainly?"

"Well then." Corellon breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "The drow's fear of the sun is essentially a large-scale curse, deeply rooted in their souls and bloodlines. It cannot be removed by ordinary magic, but well."

Corellon is certainly no ordinary mage.

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched Drizzt's forehead, and a golden light like the sun bloomed in the drow ranger's body.

The God of Elves couldn't help but sigh inwardly as he watched Trist's expression change from confusion to shock, and finally to surprise and disbelief.

Even putting aside Gruumsh, the opportunity to meet Drizzt also made him owe Emya a small favor.

His Majesty, Emya, is arguably the multiverse's greatest thief, adept at robbing the rich and giving to the poor. Now, he seems to have succeeded in destroying Gruumsh, Corellon's greatest enemy...

Even if this is an afterthought, Corellon may have to bleed heavily again.

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