Azure Scepter

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[You have been exempted from the effects of the "Doomsday Curse"]

The burning giant slowly took a step forward, the restored clock tower trembled slightly, and the Asmo array in the distance collapsed like wheat being harvested.

Trier turned around and looked at the Asmo array in the distance.

One of the surviving Asmo crossbowmen stared blankly at his side.

His comrades, who had been shoulder to shoulder just moments before, were now mostly dead, their bodies piled up like a small mountain. What was even more devastating for him was that, in his memory, these teammates had died three days earlier!

A pungent smell of blood slowly drifted over the air. Trembling, it peeled back the mask of a corpse and discovered that the body beneath it was already rotting and bloated, with white maggots wriggling and twisting in its eye sockets and nostrils.

Is he crazy, or is the world crazy?

Asmo abruptly threw down his weapon, clutched his head, and squatted on the ground.

Trier slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the silver-armored giant whose head was burning. In the firelight, the black shadow of the silver-armored giant was projected far and wide like dragon wings.

Undoubtedly, this silver-armored giant became the vessel for the divine power to unleash the "Doomsday Curse." When the divine power is exhausted, the silver-armored giant will turn to ashes. However, if the giant is allowed to continue to live, the influence of the "Doomsday Curse" will continue to expand.

"I'll just kill him with Death Finger," Trier thought to himself.

He closed his eyes, returning his consciousness to the hidden spellcasting area, and then slowly raised his left hand.

However, the next moment, Trier was stunned.

In the projection, a dazzling blue beam of light instantly traversed the sky, piercing the chest of the silver-armored giant like a comet!

Six shields made of divine power instantly appeared in front of the silver-armored giant. However, the terrifying blue line was as unstoppable as a spear piercing the heart of a demonic dragon, instantly shattering all the divine power shields.

Trier frowned slightly: "Is that a plasma cannon?!"

He was well-versed in all spells, but this strange sight before him was something he had never seen before...

The blue light seemed to lose all its kinetic energy when it hit the silver breastplate, then suddenly exploded, with dazzling, shimmering blue light spots falling like stardust.

Even so, the Wild Hunt Monarch, resurrected by divine power, was severely injured and knelt down in agony.

The silver-armored giant struggled to lift his head, trying to pinpoint the attacker's location.

A dazzling, azure light flashed by, and in the next instant, a cold, brilliant blue light swept over it, blasting it into dust.

The Mad Hunter Monarch, possessed by divine power, died instantly, and with his death, the spreading doomsday curse was also immediately stopped.

Trier instinctively looked in the direction of the flashing light, then his pupils contracted slightly.

He recognized the source of the blue beam—it was Futia!

Futia can cast spells?

At this moment, Futia's expression was calm. She reached behind her, her golden hair swaying with the movement, and suddenly, specks of azure light appeared in the empty air behind her hair.

Like fireflies chasing the light, the countless points of light danced with Fythia's fingers. When her fingers touched the bowstring, they coalesced into a magical arrow that emitted a shimmering glow.

This dark blue magical arrow was no ordinary arcane shot or enchanted arrow used by magic archers. In Trier's view, the arrow that Fytia condensed between her fingers was more like light itself.

The light illuminated Futia's azure eyes, making her appear exceptionally calm and focused.

Futia slowly drew back her bow and aimed at the sky. Her movements were fluid and graceful, without the slightest hesitation, and full of a peculiar rhythm, as if she were not shooting an arrow, but performing a dance on flowing water.

She easily released the bowstring.

The moment the light arrow left the bowstring, it instantly expanded and thickened. In less than half a breath, the tiny ray of light transformed into a huge pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, eventually becoming a giant, dark blue sphere.

Bathed in dazzling blue light, half the city was illuminated, but when the light reached a certain level, people found their vision to become somewhat dim.

The next moment, the beam of light seemed to reach its peak, then suddenly swooped down and transformed into millions of tiny light spots, raining down on the Wild Hunt army below the clock tower.

Arrows rained down!

The Wild Hunt soldiers immediately sought cover, while another Wild Hunt firing position attempted to return fire.

This was effective, but the next moment, Futia shot a second beam of light into the sky.

A second round of arrows rained down!

Countless buildings collapsed instantly under the impact of the blue light. The blue light did not ignite the buildings upon contact; instead, it silently melted everything away, as if by a disintegration technique.

From an archery perspective alone, Fythia alone overwhelmed at least five hundred Wild Hunters!

Under Fythia's terrifying oppression, even the Wild Hunt, renowned for their archery skills, found it difficult to raise their heads.

At this moment, the Asmos, having regrouped, finally approached the vicinity of the clock tower—the rain of arrows in the sky seemed to possess intelligence, and then dissipated into countless points of light.

In the giant portal further away, countless gray mist guards tried to provide support, but Futia unleashed a third volley of arrows. Under the onslaught of the light rain, these phantom guards from other dimensions were unable to move an inch.

After finishing, Futia let out a long sigh of relief, then put down her bow and sat on the ground without any regard for her image. Her pointed ears looked somewhat listless, seemingly due to extreme fatigue.

Seeing the terrifying scene before him, which could be described as light pollution, Trier had mixed feelings.

In the original history, Futia had long since died in Beaver Town, and no one even knew her name.

But who could have imagined that such an ordinary elf would become so terrifying after ascending to the legendary level?

Perhaps the reason why legendary figures in history have been remembered is not because of their formidable fighting prowess, but simply because they survived to the end.

Suddenly, Trier sensed the divine power fluctuations once again.

—The powerful being who issued the doomsday prophecy intends to use "life and death control" to directly eliminate Futia.

PS: Still only one update QWQ. After the New Year, the author should be able to consistently update twice a day.

Chapter 314 Lifeline

Unlike the winds of magic, divine power cannot be seen directly. It is like the ripples created when a stone is dropped into a still lake; one can only feel the echoes and fluctuations produced when it moves and transforms.

At that moment, Trier felt the intense fluctuations of divine power transforming into "life and death control." The blazing, holy divine power seemed to transform into a spear that judged sinners, suddenly attacking from the distant horizon. Within the divine vision, the entire world seemed to tremble, and the endpoint of this spiraling fluctuation was Futia sitting on the ground.

Although Fythia was protected by Trier and would never be killed by him, Trier did not stand idly by.

He stared intently at the ripples created by the power of life and death, took a deep breath, and projected his will as much as possible onto them.

In the next instant, in a metaphysical realm that transcended the material world, Trier grasped the source of this divine power fluctuation.

A sense of weakness washed over him, and Trier narrowed his eyes slightly, his will instantly hardening as he charged back against the spear tip of divine power.

Unlike the battles between magical winds, the battles between divine powers are more purely physical; in gaming terms, numerical values ​​determine everything.

As soon as they clashed, Trier realized that his opponent's weakness had penetrated to the bone. This weakness was almost equivalent to the state he was in in the game when he was forcibly imprisoned in the Life Box by a group of legendary paladins for trying to steal the Holy Relic of the Radiant Church.

Although Trier is no longer a proper demigod, he saved Eraf a few weeks ago.

Before the horrific massacre by the city's slayers, a large number of people were saved from the brink of death by Trier. As the saying goes, there is great terror between life and death. Although souls exist in this world, a large portion of the survivors directly became his fanatical followers.

Today, the prayers and praises of these fanatics are like a gurgling stream, constantly providing Trier with divine power.

In short, he was in much better shape than his opponents.

The power of life and death was shattered instantly by Trier, and almost simultaneously, most of the divine power Trier had accumulated over several weeks evaporated.

Trier remained unfazed. He suddenly stretched out his hand and clenched it tightly against the scattered divine energy fluctuations.

The next instant, a scalding and powerful aura suddenly surged into his mind.

The moment this aura appeared, Trier knew the master of this divine power—the One.

Fusada and Losewey released everyone!

Trier instantly realized the truth of the matter.

In a flash, he increased the output of his divine power, and the remaining half of his divine power flowed upstream along with the echo of the fragments.

Completely different from the dazzling azure light that filled the sky, divine power, though more astonishing in its effects, counteracted and resisted each other in a subtle and muffled manner, like a surging underground river.

Because Fusada limited the upper limit of the divine power that the mirrored city beneath Velt could bear, the space near the clock tower became unstable after Trier directly shattered the "life and death power" of the crowd.

Near the dazzling ball of light emitted by Futia, a dark crack suddenly appeared from the light. Although the crack appeared to the naked eye as a straight line, the light around it seemed to fall into a spherical net, directly refracting into a curve with a very high curvature.

The next moment, Trier sensed that the beings opposite it had severed its own divine tendrils and forcibly broken free of the connection.

Without a doubt, the opponent was severely injured.

Trier slowly withdrew his hand, then looked at the rift created by his divine power battle with the others—a rift that led to the depths of the dream world.

"boom!"

A strange golden glove suddenly grabbed the edge of the crack and then ripped it off hard!

The rift suddenly widened, the light near the rift was instantly extinguished, and supernatural darkness instantly spread out from the rift as its center.

In the deep darkness, two enormous, dark red eyes slowly emerged.

The next instant, a bizarre dragon covered in mithril armor burst forth from the darkness.

The dragon looked extremely strange. It had two tails, which were divided into four pieces like split branches. It had ten claws, but each claw was extremely short, like the deformed forelimbs of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. The most peculiar thing was the dragon's neck, which seemed to be covered with tumors and was swollen to the point that it was even larger than its body.

This is a dragon with a broken neck from the depths of the dream world!

The dragon took a deep breath, and then the tumor-like glands on its neck instantly shrank. The next moment, a burst of colorful dragon breath, with extremely high saturation, erupted out, like a child's doodle on a drawing book!

Dragon breath instantly enveloped the rain of arrows, then the blasted-necked dragon abruptly turned its head to look at the outsiders on the ground.

However, the next moment, the wrathful dragon froze, and it even forgot to flap its short wings.

Through the dark blue screen, Trier's eyes met those of the large and small eyes of the Frozen Neck Dragon.

As if it had spotted Trier, the Frozen Neck Dragon immediately turned tail and flew away!

"boom!"

Amidst the ear-piercing roar, a beam of azure light suddenly appeared, then precisely shot in from under the tail of the Frozen Neck Dragon and out of its mouth, the dazzling light piercing straight through the entire body of the Frozen Neck Dragon.

The dragon with the bulging neck didn't dare to turn its head. It let out a mournful cry, and blood that shimmered like stardust seeped from under its scales. The blood slowly flowed from the gaps in its adamantine armor and then sprinkled down, filling the entire sky with shimmering specks of light before fluttering down. At this moment, the whole world seemed to be surrounded by stars.

It was Fythia who shot that arrow.

The wrecked dragon was severely injured, but when faced with the sneak attack, it not only did not fight back, but instead used all ten claws to swing wildly backward; its four tails also swung wildly. As if it had seen a rat hiding in its hole, it suddenly rushed back into the crevice, then turned its head and used its claws covered with adamantite gloves to grab the sides of the crevice, and then slammed them shut.

"boom!"

The gap created by the collision of divine forces has now been closed.

The battle on the ground had now entered its most bloody phase, with the Asmos, having survived the "Doomsday Curse," finally reaching the vicinity of the Clock Tower and engaging in brutal hand-to-hand combat with the remaining Wild Hunt members.

With the death of the lord who summoned them, the Wild Hunt's fighting spirit was already quite low; and after witnessing the terrifying rain of azure arrows, they were on the verge of collapse; and the reserve force that Edith had arranged in advance, which successfully arrived behind them after a large detour, became the final hammer that broke the camel's back, and the Wild Hunt's fighting spirit completely collapsed.

With their buildings and pre-placed traps and bunkers, they should have been able to hold out for a long time and inflict heavy casualties on the enemy. However, when Edith tried to persuade them to surrender in the name of the Oath of the Holy Knights, the rest of the Wild Hunt surrendered immediately—not a single one of them chose to resist.

In the Mithril Garden, Fusada drank a cup of tea with a complicated expression.

The creature opposite them appeared quite weak at this moment, and the flames around it had almost gone out.

"Do you think there's a high chance that Trier didn't realize I was the one who did it?" the man asked weakly.

Fusada shook her head: "Even from a joke standpoint, it's absurd—but you can try it."

"If I fail, will you and Lothaway survive?"

Fusada suddenly made a face and stuck out her tongue.

"When I played pranks on you back then, did you think I was scared?"

The crowd tried to keep their voices low, but their weakness made their attempt all the more ridiculous: "Little Nymph, I existed long, long before you were born. You have no idea how terrifying eternal annihilation is... Your courage comes only from ignorance."

“Big fireball, your view of life and death is nothing like that of dream beings like us. You’re more human than Losevie right now—at least from the first day I met her, she wasn’t afraid of death.” Fusada pulled a magnifying glass from her skirt and shone it on the crowd. “Is complete annihilation such a terrifying thing? Weren’t we also in a state of non-existence before we were born?”

The crowd was speechless. They never expected that the seemingly mad water sprite could utter such irrefutable words. After stammering for a long time, it finally said in a deep voice, "Nonsense!"

Fusada put down the magnifying glass, then conjured up a hat and a bottle of dark green alchemical reagent. She put on the white triangular hat.

“Before you perish, you don’t know what will happen after you perish; the moment of perishation only happens once; and after you are completely gone, you will know nothing at all.” Fusada shook the reagent bottle, and the liquid inside suddenly boiled. “So, why fear death?”

The crowd remained silent.

“I hate boring lectures and clichés.” The water sprite stared at the alchemy bottle. “But I still have to say, the result doesn’t matter, the process is what matters. If we can create the best joke ever, then complete annihilation isn’t such a bad thing!”

"like this!"

Before the words were even finished, the green liquid in the reagent bottle finally reached the critical state after the impact and exploded.

A green mist filled the air, giving the entire Mithril Garden a touch of green.

"So, you're just going to wait to die?" The others suppressed their discomfort and tried to awaken the other's will to resist.

The water sprite patted the green-dyed hat on her head: "At least I won't divide my power into three parts and wait to be defeated one by one; nor will I try to play along with the foolish Sel."

At this moment, everyone seemed to have a renewed sense of hope: "Saint Seil! Yes, that's right, I haven't lost yet! Our plan is about to succeed."

Fusada blinked: "Big fireball, it was great that you used serious stupidity to create humor the first time, but now you're using it a second time, which is just too boring~ Wait a minute, you don't actually believe in Sel, do you? No way, no way?"