Azure Scepter

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The next instant, Trier swung his longsword down!

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Chapter 241 The Slaying of the Supreme Saint

Fine, purple fragments of magic-storing stones dripped from the ghost's withered fingertips, magic surging between the fragments, a rough and violent sensation lingering in the ghost's hand.

The ghost slightly opened its mouth, and clear, steady syllables immediately escaped its lips. However, with each chant, its form dimmed, and power flowed from its body to its bony hands along with the words.

—The spells stored in this magic stone are extremely terrifying, but releasing them requires the ghost to pay the price with its life.

In other words, whether the spell hits or not, it's doomed.

Although it knew its death was imminent, the nameless ghost still stared silently at Trier in the distance. Its withered eye sockets now reflected a cold, knife-like gaze, which contained a hint of divine brilliance of self-sacrifice.

As it was about to finish uttering the last syllable, it stretched out its slender palm and grasped its magic book.

A burst of intense black light suddenly erupted from its palm!

“All things will be forgotten, for they will all perish,” the nameless ghost murmured to himself. “Your Majesty, I will keep my oath and fight to the very end.”

The next instant, the ghost's figure suddenly blurred, and the clear sky instantly turned as dark as the polar night.

The surviving spellcasting apprentices looked around in shock, only to find that the entire Aureno Fortress had become illusory, as if an invisible and enormous pale bone hand had dragged it into a negative energy plane.

The capricious ghost slowly lowered its head, and a purple hibiscus flower suddenly emerged from its sunken eye socket, its stamen then pointing towards Trier in the distance.

"I have nothing left to discard." The ghost's dying words echoed in the air, "The day of sacrifice has come."

It slowly raised its hand, intending to complete the final step of the spell...

However, in the next instant, a pale holy flame that blotted out the sky suddenly surged forth!

—Terrill swung his sword!

The instant Trier made his move, the scalding air currents shattered the ground in front of him, and the forests, towers, and mountains all burst apart like infants whose skulls had been struck by a boxer's powerful punch.

The pale holy flames followed closely behind the airflow, their holy light instantly piercing the shadowy canopy created by the ghost's spellcasting—the holy flames swept everything away in a few breaths, the entire tributary of the Raven Black River was completely evaporated under the high temperature, and the pale flames were embedded in the dry riverbed, appearing from the sky as if forming a milky white new river.

The sword energy, along with the holy flames, continued forward, soaring into the sky like giant swords cleaving the heavens. The white vortex, like enormous wings, continued to expand to both sides, and a sharp sonic boom echoed throughout the entire mountain.

"boom!"

With a flash of sword light, the main tower of Aurenor Fortress exploded in two, sending rocks flying and shockwaves sweeping through flesh and limbs like a storm, blasting all the creatures on the tower into dust.

Blood-red dust drifted in the air, but before the dust could settle, the white holy flames greedily seized everything. The flames, like tentacles, reached in through every stone window, and those hiding inside the fortress were turned into screaming fireballs within a few breaths.

This is not the Holy Slash, this is the Judgment of Flames.

—The ghost never released any spells before it died; the moment it saw the holy flames, it vanished into nothingness.

As a cautious person, Trier naturally wouldn't give his opponent a chance to complete the spell; the hovering just now was simply for better aiming.

A dozen seconds later, the horde of ghost riders, controlled by Trier with "Dominate the Necromancer," flew through the air over the ravaged Aurenor Fortress.

They did not swoop down to harvest, because no one else had survived.

Under Trier's Nine Rings of Holy Slash, the fortress that had stood for a thousand years was reduced to a shattered ruin. Only pale flames, like a lament for the dead, remained in the twisted remains of the buildings. The sacred fire of purification burned quietly in every beam and crack.

A dead silence.

"Clap."

Trill landed atop the main tower of Aureno Fortress, a once magnificent fortress now reduced to crumbling ruins by the power of the Nine-Ringed Holy Slash.

Although he was the one who started all of this, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked when he looked around at the twisted and desolate ruins.

"This is far more destructive than a ninth-ring Evocation spell," the transmigrator thought. "If I were to bombard this fortress with a ninth-ring Meteor Blast, it probably wouldn't have any effect whatsoever. But with the Holy Slash, converted from a ninth-ring spell slot, I was able to easily cleave the entire fortress in two. This is simply outrageous..."

Suddenly, a trembling voice from one of the dream realm's demigods echoed in Trier's mind.

“Trill, the spell you just cast shouldn’t exist in the Prime Material Plane. It’s outrageous. It could be called divine punishment. But why did you have to use a sword to cast the spell?”

“That’s not magic, that’s swordsmanship,” Trier replied directly in his mind.

"..."

Everyone fell silent instantly.

Ignoring the other person's feelings, Trier slowly walked on the crumbling tower, and after a moment, he suddenly stopped.

—Amidst the shattered ritual array filled with corpses, he saw a mass of ashes as pure as the first snow, and within the ashes, a purplish-black "solid emotion" was clearly visible.

"Solid emotions" are the crystallization of the spirit's strongest echoes during its lifetime. Once crushed, the spirit's strongest echoes during its lifetime will be released.

Without a doubt, this is a remnant of the ghost that tried to snipe him from the middle with legendary magic.

Trier hesitated for a moment, then picked up the ghost's remaining "solid emotions".

“Wait, Trier, don’t rush to pinch it,” the crowd said again. “I recognize this ghost; it’s the court mage of Losevie.”

"You've fought it before?" Trier immediately realized.

“It’s obvious.” The crowd sneered. “That was a great battle—Fusada, myself, my followers, Losevie, and Losevie’s followers fought a bloody battle for a long time on the edge of time deep in the dream world. Unfortunately, I lost in the end.”

The group paused for a moment, then continued, "If you crush this solid emotion, you will most likely witness that bloody battle."

Trier shook his head.

“I won’t crush this solid emotion. If there’s a trap set by Losevie or Fusada inside, then everything will be over.”

"Then why did you pick it up?" the crowd asked curiously.

The time traveler revealed a cold smile.

“Solid emotion is a medium for casting spells. I plan to use this solid emotion as a medium to resurrect this ghost, and then use the Dominion of the Necromancer to see through all the memories in its head.”

After about twenty breaths, Trier's plan was a perfect success.

The ghostly sprite knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the ground like an uncontrolled puppet.

After reading all the memories, Trier nodded in satisfaction, then beheaded the other man with a single sword stroke.

Through the ghost, he learned three crucial pieces of information that could influence the entire situation.

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Chapter 242 Divinity

The first piece of news that could significantly impact the situation was that Lorraine was currently extremely weak, in a strange, semi-conscious state. Throughout the entire year, Lorraine had only been truly lucid for half a month; the rest of the time, she could only passively handle and respond to various problems in a sleepwalking-like state.

This intelligence from the nameless ghost undoubtedly proved Trier's conjecture: Losevie, whose divinity was stolen by Saint Seir, was simply incapable of handling the massive amount of prayer messages. The strategy of weakening Losevie by protecting refugees was extremely successful.

The second piece of news, which was enough to influence the situation, solved a problem that had puzzled Trier for a long time.

—How did Lothaway, a legendary paladin, become a lich?

In the ghost's memory, after Lorraine died from the backlash of her failed attempt to become a god, the grieving people placed her body on a laurel raft and then pushed the flower-covered raft into Lake Lonne near the capital. Afterward, the raft carrying the king's body disappeared into a mysteriously rising fog.

Following Lothaway's death, Queen Fusada, who possessed stunning beauty, also mysteriously disappeared a few months later.

Without a doubt, Losevie's transformation into a lich was orchestrated by the water nymph lord Fusada—which also means that Fusada was deeply involved in the entire blood plague crisis.

If Trier wants to break the deadlock by force, then he will not only have to face Losewe, who has a divine title and divinity, but also Fusada, the demigoddess of the dream world.

"So, there's one more person on the table now. The powerful figures involved in this game are at least: Fusada, Losevie, Lady Bloodthorn, and Saint Seir."

Trier analyzed it to himself.

"Those lurking in the shadows include: me, the Sage of the Sunset, and if we broaden the scope further, we can also consider Vercingetorie."

"Now the intelligence is very clear, and the next step is to completely end this crisis."

With that thought in mind, Trier recalled the third piece of intelligence.

It can be said that the third piece of intelligence is the most important of the three, and it also carries a chillingly eerie atmosphere.

The third piece of information is: Loseweave's current whereabouts are unknown, but the nameless ghost, as a partner who once adventured with Loseweave, sensed the approximate location of Loseweave's will—Eraf.

Loseweye has been hiding in the city of Eraf all along!

In the era before the Azure Laws were broken, Lorseway's fighting prowess had already reached an extraordinary level.

In the game "Azure Scepter", Lorsewie eventually succeeded in taking over Edith's body through conspiracy, and the old lich who regained his physical body was terrifying to an unbelievable degree - he was capable of single-handedly fighting against an army!

This is an absurdly high level of power. In subsequent versions, whether it was the Abominations of the Age of Insects, the Abyss Lords who descended upon the Material Plane in the Sword of Strife, or the various Saints in the Descent of Gods version, none of them had the ability to single-handedly confront an army head-on.

At the time, Trier was so engrossed in studying necromancy that he did not participate in the final battle of the first version, but he later learned about Lorthaway's final defeat by watching the replay on the forum.

—In the final battle, the expeditionary forces of the human kingdoms, through the delay and sacrifice of tens of thousands of elite soldiers, successfully restricted Lorse's range of movement. In the end, thirty-two divine punishments from the Radiant Pantheon descended from the sky, directly destroying its undead army and severely wounding Lorse.

Severely injured, Lorraine fought alone for three days and three nights before being accidentally struck in the face by a legendary mage using a micro-meteor from Mayofe, after which she was placed in a life box and resurrected within seconds.

After Lorthevi entered the resurrection countdown, more than a dozen legendary mages and even more angels rushed forward and unleashed a massive cleaver on its life-sustaining axe. After numerous attempts, they finally succeeded in killing this terrifying being.

From a certain perspective, without the near-mechanically devastating divine punishment, the expeditionary forces of the human nations would most likely be unable to defeat the fully-formed Lothaway.

And now, this terrifying god of death is quietly crouching in Eraf. No matter how chaotic the situation, it has chosen not to make a move. In fact, the Silent Whisper's activity frequency in Eraf is very low...

“Lossevier is an extremely decisive tactical mastermind. Its inaction isn't due to stupidity; it's been waiting for the right opportunity,” Trier thought quickly. “I initially thought it was lurking in Wilt, the ducal capital, but I never imagined it was right beside me…”

"Although Lothaway is very powerful, I now also have many advantages."

"First of all, it has not yet taken over Idis's body, and it is still very weak. In this state, it certainly cannot fight against the army head-on. Once the tide turns, its chances of winning will not be high."

"Secondly, I now possess the Nine-Ring Supreme Slash, along with a ton of accompanying supermodel specialties. If I can find an opportunity to ambush it, then with the Nine-Ring Supreme Slash, I might be able to instantly kill it."

"Finally, as the refugees disperse, the excessive amount of prayer messages will further exacerbate Lothaway's weakness, and in that case, it might not be so difficult to deal with."

Trier took a deep breath and turned his head to look in Eraf's direction.

"In short, it's time to put an end to this."

However, at that moment, he suddenly felt uneasy...

He vaguely felt that he had forgotten something. After thinking for a moment, he was shocked to think of the flesh titans in the direction of the abandoned town, which he had not dealt with yet!

But when Trier led a massive number of ghost riders back to the abandoned town to the south, he was shocked to find that the enormous flesh-and-blood titan, which was as big as a hill, was dead.

At this moment, the various buffs Noi had applied to him had expired, so his size returned to normal. As he arrived at the abandoned town, the effects of "Avenging Angel" also ended.

So Trier had no choice but to walk across the bridge, which was littered with blood and mangled limbs, to the soldiers' ranks on the other side.

Before he even got close to the army formation, the scouts deployed in the dense forest spotted him.

Just as Trier was about to identify himself, the scout excitedly knelt down.

"Saint-Terre!" The scout's excited voice echoed throughout the avenue. "Bless me!"

The scouts’ shouts seemed to be a signal, and moments later, more and more soldiers saw Trier and then all knelt down in a frenzy.

Trier initially tried to stop the soldiers' extreme behavior, but in the end, when he helplessly saw that even Sir Lawrence, the knight Scarpé, and the chaplain were kneeling on the ground, he completely gave up the idea.

Looking at the densely packed kneeling crowd, the transmigrator felt somewhat uneasy. However, the next moment, he unexpectedly entered a strange state of vision.

At this moment, in Trier's eyes, everything became a simple sketch composed of white dots and black lines; ethereal power and will transformed into colors flowing between the dots and lines; and the magical wind became trembling, scattered mist...

The next instant, countless platinum-gold orbs of light suddenly surged out from the crowd and then slowly merged into his body.

Trier blinked, then exited that field of vision.

A dark golden message silently flashed across the corner of his eye.

[Warning: Due to excessive and fervent prayer, you have attained "divinity (above-a-mastery)"]

[Current Status: Weak Divinity]

[You have gained "Divine Vision"]

Chapter 243 Prelude: Happiness, Matches, Granny

The sizzling smoked meat emitted a slightly charred aroma, its edges twisting slightly inwards under the intense heat, with sizzling oil bubbling with hot bubbles.

The little girl, Livitt, swallowed hard, then clumsily stuck the fried bacon into the white bread wrapped with golden scrambled eggs with her fork, and then took a bite.

The aroma of meat coated in hot oil bursts on the tongue, followed by a refreshing pepper and sea salt flavor, and finally, the tender scrambled eggs and fluffy wheat flavor bring everything to a close.

"It's so hot!" The little girl quickly swallowed the scalding food, then stuck out her tongue, trying to dissipate the stinging heat from her tongue.

She put down her fork, settled contentedly on the velvet armchair, and gazed smugly at the ceiling.

Just like in the bard's stories, the nobles' castles had endless delicacies, inexhaustible wines, and countless beautiful clothes. Every room was adorned with four crystal chandeliers, and vibrant exotic flowers entwined the towering, solemn marble pillars. Every place was magnificent and as bright and vivid as the sun refracted by crystal.

I wish this wonderful life could last forever...

Staring at the chandelier on the ceiling, the little girl couldn't help but think absentmindedly.