Azure Scepter

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"Perhaps I know that everything I have done since my resurrection has been wrong... I can no longer deceive myself... I never had such a noble intention, nor do I have a mind strong enough to resist the corrosive effects of time and negative energy... I am just a fallen person corrupted by the fire of revenge and the greed of survival... My evil and blasphemous attempt will eventually vanish with failure."

She slowly planted the flagpole into the soil. The wind made the flag flutter, and the calls of a few cuckoos could be faintly heard in the wind.

The flag cast a long shadow that completely obscured Lorraine's face, and suddenly a holy emblem appeared out of thin air in Lorraine's hand.

As soon as the holy emblem appeared, the holy white flames suddenly engulfed the lich's hands, but Losevie remained silent and slowly knelt before the banner.

"Radiance, please enlighten me... what should I do...?"

Lothaway's voice grew softer and softer. She closed her eyes and placed her hands on her chest, like a girl making a wish before a pool.

She prayed to the radiance, but the only response was the raging holy flames that incinerated undead creatures. However, due to the excessive strength of her soul, these holy flames could not cause her the slightest harm.

Trier watched Lothaway's performance art silently, pondered for a moment, and then snapped his fingers.

It's time to shrink the circle!

In a daze, the holy flame seemed to expand a little, and when Losewe opened her eyes again, a uniquely designed and elegant wooden house had somehow risen from the forest.

A warm, ambiguous yellow light spilled from the windows of the wooden house, from which the faint sounds of a harp and a woman's flirtatious laughter could be heard.

Through the refraction of the glass, she could vaguely see naked bodies writhing and intertwined flesh, and huge mouths open as people feasted.

Suddenly, a bottle of purple sparkling wine was thrown out the window.

"Clap!"

Immediately afterwards, a man with a ponytail jumped out of the window.

"Terry!" he roared hysterically at the sky, "You coward, come out and face me! Face me!"

Lothaway paused for a moment, then abruptly stood up.

"Sair, it's been a long time..." she said coldly, "truly blessed by the radiance..."

Saint-Sel turned his head, his eyes widening in shock, and he even instinctively took two steps back.

"Calm down, Losevie, calm down," he said as he retreated. "We absolutely cannot fight. Only by uniting can we defeat Trier, who has trapped us here!"

A chilling sword light suddenly burst forth, and in the next instant, Saint Seir's head shot into the sky.

Chapter 331 Soul Battle (End)

Blood splattered, staining the wooden wall red.

Saint-Sel's voice abruptly stopped, the headless corpse swayed for a moment, and then collapsed to the ground.

Lothaway's wrist trembled slightly, the tip of the gun lowered to the ground, and round beads of blood slowly dripped down the beautiful acanthus pattern on the tip. The next moment, she suddenly raised her hand and thrust the gun into the corpse's chest. She took a step forward and pinned Saint-Sel's mangled body to the wooden wall.

"Saint Seil is dead?" the young priest asked incredulously.

Trier shook his head: "Both sides in a soul duel can be resurrected. Ordinary people with weak souls may only be resurrected once or twice, but beings like Saint Sel and Losevie can be resurrected at least a hundred times or more."

At this point, Trier couldn't help but smile.

If he hadn't discovered Saint Seil's plan beforehand, he would be the one fighting to the death with the full-fledged Lothaway right now.

To be honest, watching these two fight to the death is quite interesting.

A few breaths later, the sound of a harp and a woman's flirtatious laughter came from the second floor of the hotel again, and the warm yellow lights were turned on again, as if everything had been reset.

Lorraine slightly raised her eyelids, then suddenly drew her spear and smashed it down in front of her.

"boom!"

In an instant, the earth shook violently, and a visible shockwave, like a tornado, instantly destroyed the entire hotel. Wood chips flew everywhere, glass shards shattered, and amidst the dull cracking of bones, Saint-Saëns' shattered body collapsed onto the fissure in the ground like a flattened doll.

Losevie walked slowly forward, and shadows rolled over Saint-Sel's face like a tide.

“Wait… let me say something…” Saint-Sel’s lips moved slightly.

Lothaway sneered, and the next moment, the heavy gun was embedded in the other person's skull like a sharp blade.

With his skull shattered and brains splattering, Saint-Sel's body was once again nailed to the tree trunk by Lothaway.

Trier shook his head. Saint Sel, as a flawed god, was far too weak—facing Losevie, he didn't even have the right to resist, nor could he even escape...

Upon realizing this, the transmigrator temporarily canceled his stealth state and then shouted at Saint Seir, "Use your imagination! You can materialize your fantasies, don't just think about close-quarters combat! Use your brain!"

Loseweave whirled around and fired a shot at the spot where Trier had just made his voice. Instantly, a gale arose from the ground, and a wave of scorching heat spread out with the sonic boom, setting half the forest ablaze. Half a second later, a wedge-shaped white mist, resembling wings, slowly rose from the flames, while at least a hundred fir trees had already turned to ashes.

Although the attack was terrifying, Trier was unharmed, having already gone into stealth mode again.

"This is pure numerical monster." Trier thought to himself, "At her peak, Losevie's basic attack is almost as powerful as someone else's ultimate skill. Add to that her outrageous swordsmanship, and even in the God Descent version, she would conservatively be a version boss."

Suddenly, the sun in the realm of the soul disappeared.

Trier looked up and saw a deathly gray planet that covered the entire sky. The planet seemed to be alive. Its pitted surface was covered with a dense array of scarlet blisters, each the size of a small mountain. Around the blisters, there were groups of strangely shaped tentacle monsters.

This is the "Death Star," the remains of an ancient god located in the astral plane, which Saint Seir directly materialized.

Trier observed the battle with great interest, while the young priest beside him suffered greatly.

With just a glance, the young priest felt dizzy; a deluge of information flooded his mind, veins bulged on his face, and crimson tears slowly streamed down his cheeks...

The next instant, the celestial body crashed down, and the flames and dust on the ground all floated towards the giant hand. Even the light was distorted by the terrifying gravity, and everything was plunged into a silent darkness. Tentacles thousands of meters long pierced the ground like the fine hairs on an intestine.

Without raising her head, Lothaway slowly thrust her spear upwards.

In an instant, the desolate darkness vanished, and amidst a sharp, indescribable roar, brilliant golden light once again illuminated the earth.

With just one shot, the horrific monster that had materialized was destroyed!

Saint Seir let out a wail, the blow also severely damaging his soul, but he had no time to alleviate the excruciating pain. He simply waved his hands violently, once again manifesting a strange, scaleless dragon with a smooth, streamlined shape.

“This is the Dragon of the Era, the Time Dragon.” Trier’s eyes lit up, and he introduced it to the priest beside him, “This is the first time I’ve ever seen such a mysterious dragon in reality. I never imagined that Saint Seir had seen such a creature…”

In the game "Azure Scepter", the Time Dragon has an extremely high challenge level. The hatchling has a challenge level of 24. However, apart from some legendary mages who specialize in studying time and space, and some immortals, almost no one has ever seen this legendary dragon. If it weren't for the game's monster encyclopedia explicitly stating that such a creature exists, many people would even think that the Time Dragon is just a legend.

The next moment, an inspiration suddenly pierced through Trier's consciousness—perhaps there might be some connection between the mysterious Time Dragon and the Planeswalkers!

Loseweave was also taken aback, but then she showed disgust and charged straight at the Time Dragon.

She hates all dragons! These weird reptiles deserve to die!

The bizarre dragon lazily glanced at the murderous Loseville, but in an instant, its vertical pupils suddenly contracted—as if it had foreseen some terrifying danger. Then, it abruptly flapped its wings and transformed into a blur...

Saint Seir stared in disbelief at the vanished dragon, then with difficulty turned his gaze toward Loseville, who was charging forward once more!

The next moment, Saint Seir forcibly squeezed out his spirit and materialized himself into a form wielding a holy sword and adorned with high-level artifacts.

However, with just a sweep of her hand, Saint Seir's ultimate enhanced form was blasted into mincemeat.

Saint Seir then attempted to materialize the God of Victory from the Radiant Pantheon, but this God of Victory was also merely a facade, and Lothaway shattered his skull in three moves.

In desperation, Saint Seir suddenly had a brilliant idea: he directly conjured up another paladin version of Lothaway!

This time the situation was slightly better, but the manifested version of Lorraine was clearly in poor stamina. After exchanging several waves of damage, the paladin version of Lorraine was impaled in mid-air by the spear tip...

Losevie used no fancy moves whatsoever; every strike was purely numerical power.

As she continued to kill the illusions manifested by Saint Seir, Losevie slowed her pace, as if deliberately applying pressure, and slowly walked towards Saint Seir.

Saint Ser hysterically manifested every powerful being he could imagine, but all of these manifested beings were slaughtered by Lothaway...

Finally, with Lothaway piercing the heart of a giant a thousand meters tall with a single shot, Saint Seir's will to resist was completely extinguished.

He took two steps back in despair, then cried out, "Trier, help me! Please, I need to find a way to get her away from me! Please!"

"Don't help him!" Lorraine stopped abruptly, raising her head sharply. A chilling, ferocious aura erupted from her eyes along with black, corrosive liquid. "I was framed by his schemes and brought to this point. I... I just want revenge!!"

"You can't possibly be helpless against her either?! Don't listen to her nonsense! If I'm finished, you won't be able to escape either!" In desperation, Saint-Saëns even tried to provoke him.

Trier didn't say a word; he just smiled as he looked at the scene before him.

In this situation, he only needs to watch the show quietly—once Edith gets her life box, Losevie will be finished. From the moment she was pulled into the soul duel, the outcome of this war was already decided.

To be fair, neither of them are good people, but in terms of sheer savagery, Saint-Ser is clearly superior.

Losevie approached Saint-Sel step by step, and the despair in Saint-Sel's eyes grew stronger. He knew that he was about to endure cruel torture far more terrifying than that of the devils in hell who were skilled in interrogation and torture.

"I'm willing to give up everything, I'm willing to give you that damned divine status, just let me out!"

Trier had been watching with great interest, but seeing Saint-Sel's clownish behavior in the face of torment, he couldn't help but feel a little disheartened.

He had thought this person might be a powerful schemer, but the truth was quite the opposite; Saint Seil was just an ordinary person with unbelievably good luck.

With this thought in mind, Trier canceled his stealth state again, shook his head at Saint-Sel, and then re-entered stealth.

For some reason, Saint-Sel was completely stunned when he saw Trier. He stared blankly with his mouth agape, looking like a mystic whose worldview had suddenly collapsed.

"What? You're already breaking down before it even begins?" Lorraine asked menacingly. "Don't worry, you have plenty of time and life to suffer my revenge. I could kill you a thousand times and it still wouldn't be enough..."

"How is this possible? How is this possible?" Saint-Sel clutched his head as if possessed. "Impossible! This is impossible! You actually... Trier?!"

As these words were spoken, Saint Seil's mental strength plummeted, and his face revealed visible fear and collapse.

"You're a human?! What makes you think you're human?! Why are you just a person who's lived for twenty years?!"

In a soul duel, a person's true nature is laid bare—for example, Losevie is dressed as a knight whose body has been eroded by negative energy to the point of being half-skeleton, while Saint-Sel is a single-ponytail man radiating a faint divine light.

When Saint-Sel saw Trier's face, the string that held his worldview snapped completely.

Trier was not some demigod lich who had been plotting for a long time; he was just a mortal.

It turns out that he was not special at all. His ability to become a god was not due to his own scheming and hard work, nor was it due to his ruthlessness. The real reason was simply that he happened to have a chair that fit his buttocks perfectly... These were the last words that lingered in Saint Seir's collapsing sanity.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Losevie frowned in displeasure. Seeing Saint-Sel's mad appearance, the thrill of impending revenge was greatly diminished.

“This is impossible…this is impossible…” Saint-Ser kept repeating this sentence.

Saint-Sel only regained his senses under the intense pain after Lothaway slowly peeled off his fingernails.

“Repent…this is just the beginning…For nearly a thousand years, every conscious second I’ve spent imagining how to take revenge on you.” Lothaway’s tone was chilling, her face grim. “Don’t worry, although I used to loathe these things, now I’m an expert in this area.”

However, Saint-Sel's gaze did not fall on Losevie at all; he suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

"Te! Ri! Er!" Faced with utter despair, Saint Ser suddenly burst into laughter. In his manic laughter, he vaguely resembled the stereotypical image of a powerful villain. "If I die, Edith will have no choice but to kill Losevie and Fusada. Let this curse of patricide be passed down between you and your spouse forever!"

Trier's lips twitched slightly. This curse seemed to have no meaning other than disgusting people, but Saint-Sel was able to endure the excruciating pain and do it.

In a way, Saint-Sébastien was a genius when it came to being disgusting. He would rather endure torture than fail to disgust people...

The young priest beside him was also dumbfounded. He never expected that the saint would show such a shameful side. Especially since the image of Saint Sel, who had everything under control just over ten minutes ago, was still deeply etched in his mind...

“Dream on,” Lothaway suddenly said.

Saint-Sel was stunned for a moment, blinked, and then his expression of despair returned.

“To be honest, I’d rather take my revenge on you than live,” Lothaway sneered. “If it can make you suffer more, I’d be happy to die.”

"Think of Fusada, don't do anything foolish," Saint Seir pleaded weakly, his lips barely moving.

Lothaway remained silent, focusing solely on crushing Saint-Sel's joints.

However, Saint-Sel didn't scream at all. His will to live seemed to have completely disappeared along with his dejection. He just stared blankly at the sky, like a doll without any sense of touch.

As it turned out, Losevie had misjudged the situation; her complete mental breakdown severely weakened Saint Seil's soul strength.

She only tortured him to death three times before Saint Seir's soul, memories, and power were completely reduced to ashes—Saint Seir, having lost his spiritual pillar, was even less powerful than a mortal who had endured many hardships yet still stubbornly clung to life.

Loseweave viciously scattered the remaining ashes of Saint Seir, then slowly stood up. Rotten black pus dripped slowly from her eyes to the ground, looking like tears.

"How does it feel to have gotten revenge?" Trier asked.

Lothaway paused for a moment, then turned to look at Trier: "It would have been better if he hadn't had a mental breakdown—I never imagined you were really just a paladin."

Before Trier could speak, she continued, "Although it may be very inappropriate, may I ask you one last thing?"

“Of course not,” Trier replied succinctly.

The young pastor was taken aback: "She didn't even say anything, how did you know what she was going to say?"

“It’s nothing more than pleading for the water sprite.” Trier shook his head.

Losevie sighed, then planted the flagpole in her hand into the ground: "Indeed—but I still beg you, please spare Fusada. It's all my fault, she just..."

“Conservative estimates suggest that the blood plague has caused the deaths of one-tenth of the population of the entire Southern Duchy, and this proportion will rise further with the inevitable famine and unrest,” Trier interrupted directly. “To be honest, if you just want revenge, there are other ways.”

Laurence Lothar was silent for a moment, then said frankly, "After being resurrected, I also began to fear death. But only now have I realized that rather than becoming a pathetic slave trapped in dark desires, all I want is revenge."

She slowly knelt before the banner, and then conjured the holy sword "Hope Has Not Died" in her right hand.

The moment the projection of the holy sword touched Losevie's palm, it transformed into a blazing pure white holy flame.

The next moment, Losevie's corrupted soul gripped the sword in a reverse grip, then resolutely plunged it into her own chest and slashed it sharply!

Under the power of the holy sword, her soul was completely reduced to ashes.