Azure Scepter

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At that moment, atop the distant clock tower, the giant with bulging muscles suddenly turned its head to look at the headless metal man. Without a second thought, its thick fingers deftly drew a specially marked blue spear from beside it, then seemingly slowly but actually quickly nocked it onto the bowstring.

The bowstring was taut, and then it resembled a full moon.

The cold pupils beneath the helmet, the menacing magic-piercing arrows, and the metal mage in the distance, now reduced to the size of a coin, formed a perfect three-point line.

As the leader of the Wild Hunt, it never considers the trajectory of arrows, because it has enough power to make the time it takes for an arrow to travel almost zero.

The next moment, it suddenly released its grip.

The bowstring suddenly vibrated, and the mithril bow trembled slightly. Before the tremor could reach the ground, the metal mage in the distance was blown into countless fragments!

Kill instantly with one hit!

The next instant, it seemed to sense something, and then slightly tilted its head—almost simultaneously, a dark red bolt of lightning suddenly flashed past its ear.

Its eagle eyes narrowed, and it quickly discerned the source of the attack.

Among the remains of the metal mage, an octopus-headed spirit with a face full of tentacles was staring coldly at it.

Is that the Mind Flayer beneath that metallic monster?

Can a mind flayer possess an immortal essence?

The Wild Hunt Monarch was stunned.

A mind flayer can transform into a lich?

Although it was confused, it did not stop itself from instinctively drawing an arrow and nocking a bow. It picked up another blue magic-breaking arrow, took a quick aim, and the octopus-headed spirit vanished the next instant.

The old lich Orenroz voluntarily returned to his phylactery.

.，.

The smell of blood was quite pungent, and Asmo's dying screams rang out one after another.

Fati's heart pounded, and under the influence of adrenaline, a chill slowly rose up from the soles of her feet.

Her azure pupils contracted sharply as she stared intently at the silver-armored Berserker Monarch atop the distant clock tower.

At that moment, she realized a fact—no one was paying attention to her.

If she were to ambush the Wild Hunt Lord, he wouldn't even have time to react...

This is an opportunity!

Fythia licked her lips, as if the hunter's instincts were awakening in every cell of her body.

Her hands and feet were cold, but her will was strong, and her heart seemed to be urging her to take immediate action.

Chapter 312 The Road to Legend (Part 3)

Although she was so excited that she was almost dizzy, Futia did not make any rash moves.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and carefully felt the cold air brush past the tip of her nose, fill her nasal cavity, and penetrate her lungs.

A chill filled the air, and the viscous, icy smell of blood rushed straight to her brain. Futia slowly opened her eyes and calmed down again.

There is only one chance; if you fail, you will be riddled with bullets.

Perhaps, quietly walking away is an option, but as Count Cohen said, he may have already become accustomed to a life of licking blood off the knife's edge.

Futia slowly stood up, observing the changes in shadow and light. At a certain moment, she lifted the hood of her invisibility cloak.

She pulled the deerskin bag to her front, flicked her thumb, and pulled out several arrows from it.

The arrow shafts were unusually cold. With nimble fingers, Futia methodically and steadily placed the arrows one by one against the corner of the wall.

The silent anti-magic arrow is used for test shots and calibration to prevent the opponent from escaping while casting spells, so it is placed first.

The cone-shaped gold arrow is powerful enough to pierce through silver armor and tear flesh apart, so it is placed second.

Arrows forged from cold iron can pierce armor, but once they hit, they can effectively harm creatures in the dream world. Their effect is comparable to poison hitting a mortal object, so they are placed in third and fourth place.

The enchanted arrow, made from storage stone powder and given by the mother, deals the most damage, can effectively finish off enemies, and creates chaos to facilitate the user's retreat, so it is placed fifth.

After doing all this, Futia closed her eyes.

A moment later, he opened his eyes.

She reached out and picked up the first arrow, nocked it on the bowstring, and then looked up at the Wild Hunt leader atop the clock tower in the distance.

In her field of vision, the mountain-sized silver-armored giant was only one-eighth the size of a grain of wheat; this was a sniper shot from eight thousand feet away.

This means that even the slightest disturbance in breathing can make a significant difference in the final shooting result.

Fythia drew back the bowstring, a slight pain emanating from her fingertips, but instead she entered a state of perfect tranquility.

The Wild Hunt Monarch also drew his heavy bow, and his guards beside him drew theirs as well, the cold arrows turning into a dazzling silver line—they were about to launch another volley.

A chilling glint flashed in Fytia's eyes, and the next moment, she abruptly released the bowstring.

All the hard training she had put in the past had turned into instinctive muscle memory in that instant. Futia moved completely at will and shot the first arrow based on her intuition.

The Wild Hunters opposite them simultaneously released their bowstrings, and black arrows shot into the air, blotting out the sky like an endless rain curtain.

The Demon-Slaying Arrow flew silently from the bowstring, spinning like a petrel flying low in a storm, skimming through the impenetrable rain of arrows, and suddenly lunging at the observation hole on the Wild Hunt Monarch's visor.

A strange feeling welled up in Fythia's heart. Without even looking at the result of the first arrow, she smoothly picked up the second arrow.

Draw the bow, and the string is full—

At this moment, Futia felt as if she had entered some kind of strange state. She herself, the vibrations generated by the sky-covering arrow, and the observation hole of the silver-armored giant's pointed helmet in the distance all seemed to have become one thing, and everything else seemed to disappear.

If there is nothing outside the arrow, it will surely hit the target.

Loose the string.

A sonic boom suddenly erupted, and the armor-piercing heavy arrow tore through the impenetrable rain of arrows like lightning, leaving a horrifying white scratch.

The Mad Hunter on the clock tower seemed to sense something. It turned its head sharply, but the next moment, the first Demon-Slaying Arrow silently passed over the shoulder of the guard beside it and shot into its observation hole with perfect accuracy!

The Wild Hunt Monarch groaned and staggered backward. As it retreated, it grabbed an arrow from its quiver and, ignoring the excruciating pain, immediately drew its bow.

It knew very well that it could not run away and had to launch a counterattack. At this moment, life and death were on the line; whoever retreated would die!

However, the attackers on the other side were ultimately faster.

The armor-piercing arrow suddenly struck the tip of the spear, causing the mithril on the tip to shatter inch by inch. Bloodstained fragments bounced around like magical missiles, sparks flying everywhere.

"Boom!" The sonic boom came a beat late.

The second arrow struck the shaft of the first arrow, shattering it instantly like split firewood, while the heavy-armored arrow pierced the brain like a meteor.

Half of the Wild Hunt Monarch's head exploded instantly, and its entire body was sent flying backward by the impact, crashing into the wall. The entire clock tower trembled in the face of this immense force.

It wasn't until the Wild Hunt Monarch was pinned to the wall that its well-trained guards finally reacted. The captain of the guard immediately picked up the magic bow from the ground and launched a counterattack against Futia.

As the third arrow was nocked, Fythia's movements became even gentler. Beneath her fair skin, her slender, tight muscles seemed to flow like mercury. A strange rhythm slowly unfolded between the muscles and fascia. Although she appeared unhurried, her movements were fluid and increasingly faster, like endless waves.

Draw the arrow, pull the bowstring, nock the string, and release the string.

Draw the arrow, pull the bowstring, nock the string, and release the string.

Archery, which had previously become purely instinctive, has now been transformed into a fundamental skill involving breaking down steps. Details that were usually overlooked have flooded into her consciousness. Futia felt that her movements were extremely slow, but in reality, her fingers were already moving so fast that they left afterimages.

Although the Wild Hunt Monarch was on the verge of death, it saw the flying cold iron arrows, which were incredibly fast and impossible to avoid!

In a moment of desperation, it grabbed the guard's shoulder, pulled him sharply in front of it, and then kicked forward.

"Thud!" The third arrow pierced the guard captain's heart, and the guard captain's body let out a sigh like mud. Its whole body rapidly dehydrated and melted, and pale sweat covered its tears. The golden helmet symbolizing the guard captain fell at the feet of the Wild Hunt Lord.

The fourth arrow followed immediately, pinning the Wild Hunt leader to the wall, rendering him immobile, and a wave of dark despair washed over him.

However, one of the guards rushed towards the spinning arrow without hesitation, and was immediately shredded into a pool of blood mist by the spiraling arrow.

"boom!"

The captain of the guard fired a piercing volley of arrows; though the archer was dead, the arrows faithfully carried out his final will.

Futia didn't dodge at all. She picked up the last arrow with her slender fingers without any hesitation, and then suddenly accelerated her movements, shooting out the last arrow.

This arrow was shot in one go, with great speed and satisfaction!

"Bang!" The retaliatory arrow was now stuck far in front of Futia.

This kind of sniping, which is close to the limit of visual range, is indeed too flashy, even for the Wild Hunt, which is famous for its marksmanship.

Futia gently exhaled warm, stale air, then mechanically bent down to retrieve the arrows.

The repetitive mechanical movements reminded her of her past as an apprentice to her mother, a sorcerer.

Learning spell theory, feeling the winds of magic, attempting to replicate forms of constraint, failing, being scolded, doubting oneself, giving up, running away from home to become a wandering knight...

"If only I could cast a fireball." In this dangerous moment, she recalled trivial memories and regrets. "Given my magical talent, that's basically impossible."

The enchanted arrow, crafted by Faldia's mother, pierced the Wild Hunt Lord's eye socket.

Blood splattered.

Amidst the crimson blood, a pure white light, like the rising sun, suddenly burst forth from its eye sockets.

This was just the beginning. Blade-like, blinding white light began to emerge from the mouth, ears, and every tiny pore. In the next instant, the blinding light transformed into indescribable, terrifying heat, and flames suddenly rose, then engulfed the entire clock tower like a volcanic eruption!

Flame Storm!

However, the next moment, something strange happened. The flames, light, and even heat suddenly froze, like a small insect trapped in sticky amber. Then, as if time had reversed, the flames turned into flames, the flames into sparks, and the sparks reformed into fat and muscle. The all-consuming white light collapsed and contracted inward, eventually ending up inside the skull of the Mad Hunt Monarch!

The crowd made their move.

P.S.: Only one update today, please forgive me QWQ

Chapter 313 The Road to Legend (Part 4)

A faint blue light flickered, illuminating the dark and cramped space.

In the darkness, Trier walked out alone, reaching out his hand and drawing all the eerie blue light into his grasp as if pulling on a thread.

In order to mislead the public and Saint Seir, he did not cast the spell with the hired necromancers.

Instead, he chose one person to cast the spell on, while also leaving a lifelike phantom among the necromancers. This way, even if the enemy chose to attack him directly, they would have a certain probability of choosing the wrong target.

If the opponent chooses the wrong target, he can teleport back to the necromancer's quarters and then use Time Stop Slash combined with Holy Slash to instantly kill the opponent. To make this setup more realistic, he also left the Faceless Statue among the necromancers.

Trier slightly clenched his five fingers, grasping the deep blue light. Then, with a quick pull and a tightening motion, the intensely blue light burst forth with dazzling brilliance, instantly revealing the scene of the underground mirror city of Wirth before him.

If the water sprites can't withstand the pressure from Asmo's army and choose to use their divine power to intervene, then I can follow the clues and, based on the connection I had with them in the Crystal Garden, directly find their location, which would mean their death.

At that moment, he sensed the fluctuations of divine power.

The time traveler lowered his head, his black eyes coldly fixed on the dark blue projection.

It's time to end this cat-and-mouse game.

He saw a tower, and the next moment, a dazzling white dot flashed across the top of the tower, followed by a burst of blinding white light.

The clock tower of the underground mirror city of Wirth exploded.

Due to the excessive energy, the dark blue projection showed fluctuations similar to a bad signal. As the explosion occurred, flames rose up, and the waves of flame and thick smoke, like gushing volcanic lava, directly engulfed the entire tower.

“Seventh-circle Evocation spell, Flame Storm.” Trier frowned. “Wait, this spell doesn’t seem to have been cast by the enemy?”

He glanced around, trying to find the allied entity that had cast the spell, but the next moment, the flames in the image suddenly stopped, as if they had hit some kind of glass insect. Then, the terrifying wave of flames and black smoke seemed to rewind time, shrinking back towards the origin of the explosion.

Without a doubt, this was the work of divine power.

Trier immediately activated his divine vision, and his will followed his gaze, instantly descending upon the explosion site.

His gaze sharpened slightly, like a seasoned hunter grasping a vine, tracing back along the remnants of divine power.

At the end of the divine power clue, he saw a silver-armored giant wielding a giant bow and wearing a pointed helmet.

Flames burned fiercely inside the giant's helmet, his skull already charred. Thick black smoke, like a steaming soul, flowed from his eye sockets, hovering above his head. A thin thread of divine power, like a rope, rose straight up from the black smoke, as if it were a noose around the giant's neck.

"Destruction is imminent." The burning giant walked to the railing and said in a deep voice in the language of the Tissra fairy, "Your fears will become reality; your worries will become blades; your past illusions will replace you—your end is near."

Trier focused his will, imagining himself reaching for the divine threads above the other's head, but the moment he touched them, a scalding image crashed into his mind—the divine power was not released by the water sprite Fusada, but by another divine being completely different from Fusada.

In a flash, the divine rope suddenly broke apart, and circles of invisible divine power ripples spread out in all directions!

The language of the Tissra fairies already possesses extraordinary power, and after being empowered by divine power, these words will have terrifying power.

A series of cobalt blue notifications suddenly flashed across Trier's eyes.

[You are now under the influence of the "Doomsday Curse".]

[Doomsday Curse: If the target is in a state of "cowardice," "trembling," or "fear" within twelve minutes, they will suffer 20d4 points of mental damage. If the conditions are met and the target does not die from mental damage, they will gain the "Exhaustion" state for 3 days, and the caster will gain a 50% chance of spell failure.]