Azure Scepter

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"Edith! How dare you?!"

Since being resurrected as a lich by Fusada, Lorsevie had not experienced any major emotional fluctuations for a long time. However, at this moment, she was completely enraged, and the furious queen suddenly looked at the vessel she had been plotting against for so long.

As the flames surged, Edith knelt on the ground, every hair on her body standing on end. Crimson blood gushed from her emerald eyes, and pools of crimson blood oozed from her pores, soaking through her armor and cloak. Steaming blood mixed with sweat and tears dripped onto the ground.

Beside Edith, a figure clad in blood-red chainmail was guiding the winds of magic. At that moment, a nearly visible dark red wind of death was gathering around that person. The wind of death howled and swirled, instantly transforming into a tornado with the person as its eye of the storm. Due to the excessive density of the wind of death, the violent wind of death even transformed into streaks of purple lightning and shrieks that sounded like the wails of souls!

At this moment, the chilling wind of death, guided by the opponent's fingertips, precisely and swiftly surged towards the thousands of corpses on the ground. The raging wind of death was now tamed like a neutered house cat, while the dark red magic flowing like a river was so precise and orderly that it was dizzying and mind-shaking.

With just a fleeting glimpse, Lorse realized it was an extremely terrifying spell, and the one casting it was someone she had always disregarded—Trill!

"It's a massive corpse explosion aimed at attacking!" Just as Losevie was caught in a dilemma, Fusada's voice suddenly rang in her mind, "Forget about that spell, I'll slow down his casting, quickly crush Edith's will, hurry!"

Lothaway took a deep breath, held her breath, and instantly entered a battle meditation state, abruptly closing her eyes.

Exhale.

The next instant, in the deathly darkness, she saw a dazzling stream of neon light. The stream of light connected her soul with Edith's soul in the distance like a bond. She stretched out her soul hand, which was as withered as a corpse, and suddenly grasped the dazzling bond!

In an instant, Edith and Loseweave both trembled violently as if struck by lightning. Loseweave's shaky left eyeball fell to the ground with a "plop"; Edith's left eye was also instantly stained with blood. As if she had been hit in the chest and abdomen by a heavy hammer, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

“Pain is the forging hammer of justice, my heart is like a furnace, my heart is like iron!” Edith gritted her teeth and mumbled the lines from “The Drunken Moon”.

Almost simultaneously, Trier's spellcasting reached its final stage. He calmly and attentively looked at Loseville in the distance, who seemed to be under a "human immobilization spell," and then slowly extended his finger.

—This is an ultimate corpse explosion that targets only a specific enemy. There are at least a thousand corpses in the upper city right now, and the power of this corpse explosion is enough to destroy any enemy with a physical body.

However, the next moment, an absurd scene unfolded.

Trier was stunned to see the corpses in the distance melting one by one into golden beer, from which tiny silver flowers slowly sprouted. As soon as the flowers emerged, they began to twirl and play a cheerful little tune...

The winds of death, having lost their object of attachment, instantly transformed into an extremely fierce backlash!

Trier immediately activated the safety valve in the spell's form, terminating his massive spell. With a sudden wave of his hand, the violent backlash vanished into nothingness. As a price, the distant foothills of Mount Saint-Saëns seemed to have been swept away by an invisible scythe, instantly losing a mountain peak.

The time traveler narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was the water fairy lord Fusada who just interfered with my spellcasting!

Fusada had just interrupted her spellcasting plan in a comical, almost joking way!

Loseweh was not alone; her wife, the water sprite lord Fusada, was always by her side!

When Lothraise just unleashed her devastating attack on Saint Seir, Fusada was watching from the sidelines the whole time—and Saint Seir didn't even consider or realize this until his final defeat!

However, Trier remained calm. He slowly reached out and began to cast the next spell—

Whether before or after his time travel, he always believed in planning before acting, so Fusada's appearance to help Loseville was naturally within his consideration.

Trier naturally had a contingency plan.

A dark red glow slowly rose from Trier's left hand, then transformed into a pillar of light that shot into the sky. In the next instant, the pillar of light was instantly dispersed by a magical countermeasure from the dream world. Trier then calmly extended his right hand, and another dark red pillar of light rose, but it was interrupted again in an instant. However, when Trier cast the spell for the fourth time, a straight beam of light shot into the sky, instantly illuminating the night sky.

The next moment, Trier silently turned his palm over and extinguished the magical trick with amazing light and shadow effects in his hand.

"The test results show that Fusada's limit for interrupting spellcasting is four times. She is indeed a master of magic—so it only takes three low-level spells mixed with one high-level spell for her to defend against them all."

With this thought in mind, Trier stretched out his palm again, and almost at the same time, beams of bright binding forms collided and disintegrated in the sky above Eraf, and the violent magical winds turned into dazzling fireworks and straight silver lines.

In just a few breaths, Trier and Fusada engaged in no less than ten high-intensity magical attacks and defenses. It was as if two invisible giants had appeared in the sky, constantly clashing and vying for power. Amidst the sharp explosions, the distorted light from the successive explosions even overshadowed the brilliant starry sky!

The next instant, Trier's casting speed suddenly increased. He abruptly pointed his finger at the trembling Lorraine, and almost simultaneously, a shimmering magical shield appeared out of thin air in front of Lorraine.

The transmigrator's expression darkened. Although Fusada's spellcasting ability was weaker than his, Fusada herself was in the dream world, so her spellcasting speed could always be faster than his own – it would be difficult for him to defeat her in a short time.

He glanced worriedly at Edith, who was covered in blood and convulsing, before looking at Oris, who was trying to hide in the shadows.

“Oris, don’t choose the wrong side.” He said in a deep voice while casting a silencing spell. “It’s not too late to stand on the right side now. I know Lorsewie’s lich very well. Once she’s done using you, she will definitely kill you.”

Oris was startled.

P.S.: I kept my promise, here's the second update!

Chapter 275 The Final Battle (Part Two)

Oris was startled.

The moment he heard Trier's voice, he realized with horror a truly terrifying truth.

—Whether it's the conflict between Saint-Sel and Lady Bloodthorn, Saint-Sel's final desperate gamble of personally descending upon the Prime Material Plane, or even Lorsevie's fatal sneak attack on Saint-Sel, behind one dazzling and overwhelming event after another, Trir's figure seems to be looming in the shadows.

He first feigned harmlessness, then made contact with the acknowledged sacrifice Edith during the demon raid on Upper Eraf. He then used sweet words to reveal another route to seize divine office and divinity to Saint Seir. Next, he forcibly rescued a large number of refugees who should have died from the blood plague, thus forcing Losevie to take action. Finally, it was Trier who revealed the location of Lady Bloodthorn's vessel, thus igniting the conflict among everyone!

Trier is the real mastermind behind all of this!

No one considered him a powerful figure capable of participating in the gamble, and because of this, everyone ignored this dangerous and gloomy schemer. Everyone treated him as an insignificant minor figure, pursuing their own goals and executing their own plans. However, in the end, everyone became a puppet under Trier's silent intervention and influence!

At that moment, he understood the truth behind the incident, but this truth made him feel an intense and unbearable sense of alienation. The cold and sharp sense of alienation hit his prefrontal cortex like a heavy hammer, and he felt an indescribable nausea and dizziness.

Compared to Loseweave, who has always remained out of sight, Trier, who has always been in the public eye, is the kind of conspiracy manipulator who hides in the shadows in the traditional sense!

He wasn't an ancient lich from the endless desert at all; he was a powerful demigod comparable to Losevie!

Now, the mastermind behind the scenes has stepped into the limelight. Generally speaking, this either means that the conspirator's plot has completely spiraled out of control, or that the conspirator's plot has been completely successful.

The situation is clearly the latter now; this bloody puppet show has now reached its final act.

Perhaps I could survive if I betrayed Lothaway?

A chilling coldness rose from the soles of his feet and then spread rapidly to his limbs and bones. For a moment, he even felt as if his heart was being gripped by an invisible, withered hand, and all his strength was leaving him!

What should we do?!

Oris's heart pounded. He instinctively drew his dagger and looked at Lotharie with trepidation.

At this moment, the ancient queen, who had just swept through the army, instantly killed the angels, and severely injured Saint Seir, was kneeling on the ground, her charred flesh twitching as if she were being electrocuted.

One backstab and he'll be alive!

It's simple, just like when I betrayed my friend in Champagne Castle thirty years ago in exchange for Saint-Sel's divine favor.

"Maggots, this world is a cesspool. I did nothing wrong, I did nothing wrong," Oris muttered to himself.

He raised the dagger shakily, but the once light dagger now felt as heavy as a mountain, and the smooth linen straps at the hilt had inexplicably become rough and prickly.

The cold iron blade reflected Losevie's ugly, scarred face, and also showed the beads of cold sweat seeping from her temples.

"You dared to insult me, you dared to despise me, you asked for this!" Oris's eyes widened, and he strode forward.

However, at that very moment, Lorraine's only remaining right eyeball twitched, and the two eyes met.

Oris's heart skipped a beat. He stopped abruptly, turned around in a panic, and his eyes met Trier's.

At that moment, Trier, not far away, was casting a spell with an expressionless face. His cold black eyes were as deep as an abyss, his gaze indifferent and focused, filled with an inhuman sense of horror.

For some reason, Oris felt as if he had returned to the Battle of Champagne Castle decades ago. He even had a sense of déjà vu – Saint-Sel had looked at him in the same way when he hesitated, and his only friend of many years had knelt on the ground just like Lothaway.

Oris's body trembled uncontrollably. His vision was beginning to blur, and he could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality. His past regrets and guilt had turned into ghostly phantoms of the past, while the terror and torment of the present surged in like a tide. The two collided constantly, squeezing the boundaries of his will amidst hysterical tinnitus.

Ringing in my ears, blurred vision.

"Do it!" Trier snapped, his cold, ruthless voice plunging into Oris's brain like a file.

As Trier shouted, four Death Knights clad in decaying black robes appeared silently beside him, slowly raising the storage stones in their hands.

Oris opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

Thirty years ago, four orc warriors were also closely following behind him and his friends.

Contradiction, despair, repression, self-contempt!

At this moment, under the immense pressure of death, the coercion of Trier, and the almost fateful sense of déjà vu, Oris's pressure finally reached its peak. The string of his reason snapped, and he completely crossed the steep edge of madness and annihilation.

He roared like a mad beast, then suddenly turned and pounced on Lothaway.

"Fuck Saint-Sel!" he growled. "Roland, hold on, I'm back!"

He was going to save his friend, a friend he should have saved thirty years ago!

At this moment, Oris felt as if he had returned to Champagne Castle. This time, he did not betray his comrades, and the flame of courage in his heart was rekindled.

Trier waved his hand, and the Death Knights crushed the magic storage stones in unison.

Hellfire Ray!

A dazzling flash of fire disappeared in an instant, and a full thirty orange-red rays suddenly shot out, so densely packed that they resembled an impenetrable net, suddenly covering the direction of Losevie!

Although Auris was not good at fighting, his skill in escaping was comparable to that of Auris. He grabbed Lothaway's shoulder tightly and then rolled forward.

The next instant, the Hellfire Ray struck, and the statue of Saint Seir beside him instantly turned into scalding lava, which then vaporized into a cloud of steam. The scalding steam touched the laurel tree next to him and immediately turned into a raging fire.

"Boom!" Under the intense heat, the stone pavement suddenly melted, and the raised ground even became lower!

Before Oris could even catch his breath, a dull blade silently slashed toward his face!

—It's the otherworldly divine servant who was just defeated by Lothaway!

Oris shoved Lothaway away and hastily swung his dagger to parry, but the blade suddenly changed direction and slashed at his shoulder along the dagger's edge.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered on the wall behind him, and the otherworldly divine servant relentlessly pursued him. Oris instinctively ducked to dodge, and in the next instant, a cold blade narrowly grazed his scalp before shattering the entire wall!

He simply couldn't possibly contend with such a powerful angel!

Ignoring the pain, Oris quickly pulled Lothaway up and continued running backwards. However, the next moment, a sharp and mournful wail suddenly came from the sky.

He subconsciously looked up, and then his heart skipped a beat.

In the night sky, at least thirty ghost riders were swooping down with a whoosh, while the Death Tomb Knight in the distance took out a new magic storage stone!

"Don't be afraid, Baldy!" Suddenly, a strange yet melodious female voice rang out from Oris's heart, "Trust your own hair follicles!"

???

Before Oris could even grasp the meaning of those words, he felt a tickle on his scalp.

Suddenly, countless hairs grew from his bald head, then rapidly expanded and hardened. In just half a breath, his hair became thick enough to cover him. Caught off guard, Oris tripped over his own hair and fell to the ground.

The ghost riders roared in, and Oris could almost see himself impaled on the tip of a spear.

In his despair, a strange female voice rang in Oris's heart once again.

"You've been enhanced! Use the Holy Slash now!"

As if by divine inspiration, Oris subconsciously imbued the power of the Holy Slash into his newly grown hair.

The next moment, all his hair stood on end, pointing to the sky like a spear array, and at this moment, pure white holy flames burned on the tips of all the spears!

Suddenly, all of Oris's hair tugged at the follicles and shot out like javelins at the ghostly cavalry rushing towards him from the sky!

Oris felt his vision darken, and in the next instant, the night sky was enveloped in a pure white holy flame—all the ghost riders had been killed by hair!

The scene before them was so absurd it was hard to believe; the terrifying conspirators' deadly attack had been thwarted in such a ridiculous way.

Shocked, Oris's symptoms of madness even subsided considerably at this moment.

"How is this possible?!" He stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"If you can master heavy strike, then of course you can master heavy strike, and then you can master heavy strike!" The unfamiliar female voice said with a laugh. "You just used the Holy Slash under the Holy Slash! Those ghosts weren't made by Trier himself, so of course they couldn't withstand the invincible Holy Slash."

"Who exactly are you?" Oris asked blankly.

“Fusada,” Fusada said.

Oris paused for a moment, then a strange feeling arose in his heart—there was a world-famous water sprite statue in the golden square of the royal capital, and the prototype of that statue was the water sprite Fusada!

I, a maggot, have actually had the chance to fight alongside legendary heroes.

At this moment, he even felt as if he were in the kind of chivalric novel that Edith loved to read—as long as the heroes were united and brave, they could defeat the cunning schemers and the powerful, bloodthirsty wizards!

A surge of pride welled up within Oris, and he stood up, looking up at Trier in the distance.

The most dangerous sneak attack has been averted, but now the schemers have been exposed, and it's time to strike back!

—Terrell watched calmly as Oris fled with Lothaway in the distance.

To be fair, he really didn't expect Oris to choose to protect Lorraine—no matter from the perspective of Oris's character, stance, or interests, Oris should have had no motive to protect her.

At this moment, Oris's unusual and absurd choices, as well as his outrageous escape techniques, have begun to have some impact on his plans.

However, Trier always makes plans with plenty of contingency and advance planning time; he rarely devises absurd schemes that are all interconnected and involve walking a tightrope.

Trier glanced worriedly at Edith, who was now pale as a ghost, then took a deep breath and made up his mind.

"Luckily, I had some time to prepare," the time traveler muttered to himself.

The next moment, he suddenly reached into his backpack and grabbed a mirror.