Azure Scepter

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Chapter 276 The Final Battle (Part 3)

The mirror surface feels cold and hard to the touch, like long-sealed ice beneath the polar ice caps, but in an instant, the cold and hard mirror surface transforms into a soft and warm gel.

—This is a mirror that can be used to contact the demon lord, Lady Bloodthorn.

A moment later, a playful chuckle came from the mirror, and the colloid solidified back into a mirror.

"So, you still came back to me after all," the succubus chuckled.

Trier paused for a moment, then quickly said, "I need you to stop Fusada from casting her spell."

"Then sacrifice Livitt to me, otherwise I won't be able to interfere with the Prime Material Plane out of thin air," Lady Bloodthorn said slowly. "I know she's in Noy's hands right now."

Trier glanced into the distance. Oris had already stood up again. The cowardly and incompetent man had become extremely frenzied. He wielded his dagger haphazardly, like a wild beast unafraid of injury, and engaged in a life-or-death battle with the elven otherworldly servant who followed closely behind!

Oris, who had already resolved to die, even suppressed the otherworldly divine servant who was a sword saint in life.

“Blocking Fusada’s spellcasting doesn’t require direct interference with the Prime Material Plane. She’s in the Dream Realm, so you just need to remotely delay her spellcasting two or three times for me,” Trier said calmly, withdrawing his gaze.

The succubus in the mirror slowly sank into the chair, her long left leg pressing down on her right. Then, a faint smile suddenly bloomed on her lips, and she laughed so hard she trembled.

“Trier, you need to understand, you're begging me now. You don't have much time to think, little Edie isn't going to be able to handle it.” The succubus took a sip of her drink, her lips becoming even more luscious. “You don't want your lover's body to be completely controlled by Losevie, do you?”

"I...I can hold on!" Edith said weakly, her face, already deathly pale and covered in blood, her emerald green pupils slowly dilating. "Trier, I...I, Edith Lorraine, will absolutely, absolutely not succumb to Lorraine's evil will. I am the torch against despair, the sword piercing the darkness, the dawn breaking, the shield protecting justice...the belief in justice..."

At that moment, Trier felt as if a sharp blade had pierced his heart. He abruptly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Lady Bloodthorn licked her lips, her violet eyes gleaming with increasing excitement.

"Or did you originally intend to use Little Edith to imprison Lothaway? Ah, an interesting game."

“I will give you a better reward, a much better reward than a container for the Prime Material Plane,” Trier said in a deep voice. “You can choose one of the several divine offices of Losevie, and I swear on my oath.”

The succubus covered her face and chuckled twice. The next moment, she snapped her fingers and cut off the connection.

A few seconds later, Trier felt the stagnant, viscous magical winds become active again, and the density of the dense explosions in the sky suddenly decreased.

—The magical resistance from Fusada vanished in an instant!

Trier frowned, glared coldly at Oris in the distance, and then stretched out his palm.

Eliminate the uncontrollable factors first!

"A demon!?" Fusada screamed from the sky. "How is this possible?! Run, run, bald man! It's necromancy!"

Oris did not run away; at this moment, he was completely immersed in the fierce and dangerous melee combat.

As weapons clashed and sparks flew, he slammed his left hand into the tip of his opponent's sword, letting the blade tear his palm apart. Then, with a roar, he plunged the dagger in his left hand into his opponent's eye socket.

The elven attendant suddenly dragged the blade, spraying blood and flesh everywhere. Oris's entire hand was shredded into pieces. However, the next moment, the attendant had to slide to the side and dodge the opponent's almost frenzied attack.

"Ah!" Oris howled and lunged forward again, brandishing his riddled left arm, blood dripping from the torn flesh, like a shield made of blood and flesh. "Justice will prevail!"

However, the next moment, Oris's cry suddenly stopped. He stiffened abruptly, like a duck whose neck was clamped by iron pincers. His muscles suddenly trembled like jelly—every muscle began to act on its own. In an instant, round drops of blood gushed from his pores!

Oris suddenly lost his strength, his pupils constricted sharply, and he slowly knelt down, gasping for breath. Almost simultaneously, scalding blood gushed onto the ground like a punctured water balloon, and within a few breaths, a pool of blood steaming white appeared on the ground.

"Clap."

The dagger fell limply into the pool of blood, but the next moment, Oris's convulsing fingers still managed to touch the edge of the dagger with all his might. However, due to the irregular force exerted by his fingers, the dagger was knocked even further away.

Oris gritted his teeth, used his last bit of strength to raise his neck, and looked into the distance.

In the distance, Trier's expression was gloomy, his deep black eyes filled with undisguised, chilling killing intent. He suddenly pressed his palm down.

"boom!"

Oris collapsed to the ground, his heavy body splattering blood everywhere. He tried to get up and continue fighting, but his last remaining strength vanished with his final breath.

"Roland...I'm sorry..."

Oris mumbled, his pupils slowly dilating before freezing completely, blood mixed with tears slowly flowing from his ruptured eye sockets.

Instant kill!

Oris was not a normal legend to begin with, and the fierce battle with the Elven Sword Saint had greatly weakened him. Therefore, he had no chance to resist Trier's "calamity of enslavement".

Living is a heavy word, and Oris, who was cowardly all his life in order to live, ultimately died in the redemption of his past because of his courage.

Blood dripped slowly from between Trier's fingers. He shook his hand expressionlessly, as if shaking off maggots from a corpse.

"A bald head!" Fusada exclaimed.

Lorraine's stiff, mangled body trembled suddenly, and the next moment she opened her eyes in anger.

"O....Ri....S!"

In a fit of extreme rage, Lorse broke free from the intense dizziness inflicted by Princess Edith!

"Trier, watch out!" Edith tremblingly gripped the hilt of the sword stuck in the ground and struggled to prop herself up.

Trier shook his head and gently shielded Edith behind him.

A gust of wind blew by, and the smoke from the burning flames obscured Lorraine's figure.

The next moment, the elven otherworldly servant, who had been lying in wait for a long time, made his move again. He suddenly leaped out of the shadows, and the blade in his hand instantly transformed into a fierce storm of steel!

Amidst the black smoke, a terrifying attack and defense suddenly erupted, invisible to the naked eye. A series of sparks exploded, and the crumbling ruins were instantly blasted into countless fragments!

With Edith's weakening effect, Losevie can no longer instantly kill the Elven Otherworldly Divine Servant!

"boom!"

Lorraine burst out of the smoke, her bare feet landing on the pool of blood left by Oris.

The otherworldly divine servant, with a ferocious expression, pursued closely behind.

Chop, slash, thrust, slash, twist, shake, and collide!

Amidst the deafening roar of the sword blades, a powerful hand with distinct knuckles suddenly gripped Lothaway's bare ankle!

Those who die in the "Slave's Calamity" will become undead controlled by Trier!

To avoid breaking his oath, Trier delegated the ability to resurrect the undead to his Death Knights.

Oris, now a ghost, roared and pulled downwards!

Caught off guard, Lorraine suddenly lost her balance!

The otherworldly servant transformed from the Elf Sword Saint grinned maliciously and immediately charged forward, closing the distance between them to a point where a single blow could decide their fate!

Before entering the divine kingdom of the Sunset Sage and becoming an otherworldly divine servant, this otherworldly divine servant was the grandmaster of the Elven Shadow Sword Sect. He was commissioned by the Elven King at the time to assassinate the dwarven envoy who was trying to persuade Losevie, but in the end he died a humiliating death at Losevie's fork.

Now, the chance for revenge has arrived!

The next moment, Losevie neither dodged nor evaded, but raised the sword in her hand with one hand. Under the starlight, the blade reflected a dazzling blood-red light.

The two locked eyes, and the elven swordsman read a sharp killing intent in Lorsevie's remaining eyeball.

Is this sword technique Tolca's Cleave, Death Spin, or Orco's Storm?

Countless sword techniques came to mind. The elven swordsman hesitated for a moment, then withdrew from his forward-charging stance, straightened his forearm, and immediately parried with his sword.

However—Lossway did not immediately deliver the blow.

Delayed attack.

This strike is not some advanced swordsmanship technique, but simply the simplest fast and slow slash that any swordsmanship novice can do.

The metallic glint flashed and disappeared—the blade, like a dancer off-beat, circled the elf's wrist before biting down into his chest and abdomen from below.

Lothaway lowered her shoulder, dragged the knife, and with a slight tremor of her wrist, twisted it violently.

Blood splattered.

cut!

The elven swordsman staggered back two steps, blood and internal organs gushing from the wound on his lower abdomen. He tried his best to straighten his body, stabilize his lower body in a T-stance, and placed the counterweight ball at navel height, assuming his final stance.

However, after a few breaths, his posture suddenly collapsed, and he fell backward, his lifeless eyes looking directly at Lotharie who was looking down at him.

“Courage is more important than skill,” Lothaway said in a deep voice. The next moment, she plunged her longsword down, the blade piercing through Oris’s bald head from top to bottom.

"Crack."

The metal shattered the skull, and Oris's frenzied roar abruptly ceased.

"Rest in peace, Oris," Lothaway murmured to herself. "You were a real person."

PS1: I made some minor adjustments to the previous chapter; you can refresh the page.

PS2: I'll add an extra chapter tomorrow and try to finish Volume 3 completely!

Chapter 277 Time-Stopping Slash (Part 1)

The stars shone brightly, and a cold wind swept across our faces.

With a forceful pull, Lothaway ripped the blade from Oris's skull.

She glanced at the numerous nicks and slits on the blade, then looked up at her surroundings.

The building collapsed in the flames, its fragments falling to the ground and turning into dust like sand. Amidst the thick smoke rising from the flames, Edith, covered in blood, leaned on the hilt of his sword, coldly staring at himself. Beside Edith, Trier calmly prepared his next deadly and powerful spell, while several Death Knights beside him gripped their spell-storage stones, seemingly preparing to deliver the finishing blow.

Lothaway looked up at the sky, the dazzling starlight shining on her face, but she did not sense any presence of the dream world.

—Fusada has been completely suppressed by Trier in terms of magic, and it is impossible for her to provide any more magical support; at this moment, her avatar is also seriously injured and close to exhaustion, making it difficult for her to defeat the in-form Trier under the restraint of Edith; and Edith's mental barrier is even more resilient than that of a legendary warrior monk who has been tempered by hardship, so it is simply impossible for her to successfully take over her body in a short period of time.

There was no hope left. Trier was too well-prepared. This was a decisive blow—we had paid a heavy price for underestimating our opponent.

It's time to accept the consequences of a bet.

Lorraine sighed, flicked her wrist, and shoved the cracked blade back into its scabbard.

The next moment, Losevie felt a strong sense of dizziness again. Distant memories surged into her soul and will like molten lava. As she struggled to emerge from the chaotic illusions, she met Edith's stubborn, bloodshot gaze.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Edith was kneeling on the ground, her hands resting on the hilt of the sword as if she were using crutches. At that moment, the blade was faintly emitting a cobalt blue light.

Lorse saw the inscription on the holy sword that she had forged herself and that had accompanied her for a hundred years.

"When all hope is lost, the value of the belief in justice is revealed." —Lossway Lorraineman.

Rosevie was stunned.

When did I become so mentally weak?

In a hazy, misty blur, Lothaway seemed to see overlapping images of many times. She saw her honey-colored childhood, her cold, dark, blood-red youth, her glittering adulthood, and her long, seemingly rusty old age; she saw flags fluttering on the battlefield, gleaming armor, the bugle call amidst falling leaves, and the glaring blood on the snow. Finally, all of this froze on a dagger thrusting from the darkness, and Ser's triumphant, joyful smile.

She blinked with difficulty, and then she saw fluttering pink petals, cheering crowds, the founding of the kingdom, and then the earth engulfed in flames, crumbling towers, and a golden scepter held by different hands. She saw her successors, fighting amongst themselves for the blood-stained scepter. Finally, as the scepter crashed to the ground, Oris's body appeared and then vanished.

The double image rolled like ocean waves, while the self in the illusion remained as still as a sculpture, always holding his sword.

History is the embers of time. As an ordinary human being, she has unknowingly traversed thousands of years. And all along, no matter where she is or what she is doing, she has never put down her swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship has transcended the barriers of time; it is enough to shatter the passage of time.

In a sudden moment, enlightenment struck Lothaway's chest, and a sense of clarity, like a drowning person breaking through the water, reverberated in her mind like a ray of light—all along, she felt that her path of swordsmanship had come to an end, but now, she had a completely new understanding that she had never experienced before!

"Om."

Lothaway lowered her right hand, her fingers lightly resting on the hilt of the sword. As if sensing something, the blade in the scabbard vanished with a clear, cold hum!

At this moment, all the swords in the entire material plane began to tremble slightly, and an amber color, as if time had been frozen, silently enveloped every blade of time!

“Let’s call it Time Stop Slash.” Lothaway looked up at Trier, her remaining eye filled with solemnity. “It’s over, Trier.”

As if sensing something, Trier suddenly waved his hand to dispel the spell he was channeling. The next moment, Lorraine was astonished to see that Trier had also placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. His actions were exactly the same as hers!

As Trier gripped the hilt, a completely different pale luster silently enveloped his blade!

PS: This is the first update since yesterday.

Chapter 278 Time-Stopping Slash (Part Two)

seconds ago.

As Lothaway's hand slowly rested on the hilt of the sword, an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly surged into Trier's heart.

Lorraine's movements appeared slow but were actually swift. Although she hadn't drawn her sword yet, a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on Trier's forehead. His muscles were tense, and every hair on his body stood on end involuntarily.

In the darkness, the transmigrator sensed an intense, overwhelming sense of death, as if the moment Lothaway drew her sword, he would be beheaded!

However, at that very moment—a line of dark gold information suddenly flashed across his eye.