Azure Scepter

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As if she had eyes in the back of her head, Lothaway suddenly turned around, threw her sword to dodge the monk's sneak attack, and then crashed headfirst into the monk's arms.

The legendary monk was startled, and his movements slowed down by half a beat.

His sure-fire sneak attack failed!

"Click——"

The flames from Losevie's cloak burst open in the wind, and the disappearing orange sparks stretched into a dazzling arc. At this moment, her usually calm eyes flickered slightly, and then she flicked her index finger, delivering a shocking strike to the monk's nose in the style of a martial monk!

Lorraine also has the full set of skills of a monk!

Struck by the shockwave, the legendary monk froze, while Lorraine continued her attack, her left foot striking the monk's neck with her bare right toe.

"boom!"

With a dull cracking sound, the legendary monk's shinbone was shattered by a single kick, and his head twisted a full 180 degrees, his bulging eyes still showing a lingering sense of bewilderment!

Loseweave landed lightly, and the monk's head was twisted to its limit, with a series of blood droplets flowing from his spine and head. It spun in the air and slammed into the face of the priest with a thud.

The priest's guidance was completely interrupted, and he had no choice but to frantically take out the Morning Star Hammer and then slowly retreat.

With a grim face, Lorraine slowly rose to her feet. At that moment, flames burned along the threads of her cloak, licking her cheeks and making her appear like a terrifying skeleton emerging from the flames.

At that moment, Trier, not far away, also had a solemn expression.

"This is outrageous! A knight who was at least a high-ranking warrior was instantly killed, a legendary troll barbarian was also easily taken down, and then a legendary monk who ambushed her was directly counter-killed—Losevier's combat power is too ridiculous. She cuts down legendary melee fighters as if they were ordinary infantrymen..."

“Saint Seir hasn’t even managed to trigger Losevie’s divine power shield yet. Even without considering using divine power to restore her health, Losevie still has at least three bars of health left.”

"We need to change our approach. Directly using the Holy Slash to cleave Losevie is probably too risky. Perhaps we could consider using non-targeting spells to create a spell storm."

Just as Trier was pondering his plan, the priest of divine favor had already been slashed in the arm by Lothaway's sword. The priest's arm spun and fell into the fountain, the scarlet blood staining the silvery-gray water.

The priest collapsed to the ground with a groan, but Rosevie didn't even glance at him, simply stepping over him. She then coldly looked at Saint-Ser, who stood a few building fragments away. At that moment, Saint-Ser still wore a smile that suggested he had everything under control.

He slowly raised his hand.

The cheerful interlude abruptly transitioned into a deep and long verse. The cello strings trembled violently, then burst forth with a series of rapid vibratos. Visible waves of sound erupted from the priest's body and engulfed Rosevie.

The surviving priests of God's favor were instantly blasted into a cloud of minced meat, and the fountain was also reduced to dust in the face of the visible sonic waves. The dull sonic attack completely covered everything!

—Saint Seir was a bard before he seized Lothaway's divinity, so his use of divine power to play battle background music was not simply a sign of madness.

He had just manipulated the will of two mercenaries with music, thus buying them enough time to build up sonic power to unleash a sonic attack. After all, sound is unavoidable, and in the face of a sonic attack, Lorraine's terrifying martial arts skills were meaningless.

Amidst the swirling dust and blood mist, Losevie shimmered with golden light. Despite the terrifying power capable of distorting space, she remained unharmed—a divine shield!

“The divine shield has been activated. Losevie won’t have much divine power left. Perhaps Saint Seir still has a chance?” Trier narrowed his eyes slightly. “If there are three or four more attacks like this, Losevie’s avatar will definitely be gone.”

"In the original timeline, if He hadn't had a falling out with Lady Bloodthorn, He might actually have been able to deal with Losevie..."

With this thought in mind, Trier couldn't help but glance at Saint-Sel.

Saint-Sel was still smiling with his eyes closed, tapping his hand gently to the beat. The next moment, he reached out his hand again and made his next move.

The otherworldly attendants beside Him immediately regained their color!

"For my lord!" The leading giant otherworldly servant suddenly flapped its wings and then rushed straight towards Lothaway like a meteor.

Without any hesitation or defense, he pointed his greatsword, burning with holy flames, straight at Lothaway's face!

This otherworldly divine servant is willing to trade his life for his injuries!

However, the next moment, Loseweave smiled for the first time.

She slowly raised the sword tip to a horizontal position.

"Click—" The sound, like a pocket watch being pressed, suddenly resounded throughout the entire Upper City. The silver-gray color, which had lost all its color, suddenly receded, and everything became vibrant again!

Losevie used her divine power to dispel Saint Seir's "True Time Stop"!

The building debris, which had been suspended in mid-air, suddenly plummeted downwards, and the hysterical screams, shouts, and continuous explosions once again echoed through the night sky.

The next moment, a bizarre scene unfolded.

—The leading otherworldly attendant and another otherworldly attendant beside him suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Droplets of blood gushed out from their extremely smooth cuts, while the blood-soaked upper body remains flew backwards to the west at an astonishing speed!

The next moment, the crisp ticking of a pocket watch rang out, and time once again fell into a silvery stillness.

Trier paused for a moment, then instantly understood what Lothaway had done.

Generally speaking, the influence range of "true time stop" driven by divine power is one plane, but if more divine power is consumed and extremely ingenious operations are performed, then the influence range of "true time stop" can be further limited.

Since "true time stop" genuinely halts time in a region, once that region is free from its influence, the terrifying cutting force from the planet's rotation will directly act on the edge of the "true time stop" area, causing extremely horrific physical damage.

In other words, that otherworldly divine servant was just torn apart by the planet's rotation!

Trier blinked.

To be fair, this was the first time he had ever seen such an operation.

However, this operation did not come without a price—the remaining three otherworldly servants were not deterred and had already closed in.

The cold, humming sound of the blade vanished in an instant, followed by the muffled thud of metal cutting through flesh. Groans and roars filled the air as golden sparks illuminated the crushed ground. Several heads were embedded in the branches of a red beech tree, and countless blood-stained white feathers drifted down slowly.

In less than six seconds, all three otherworldly divine servants were decapitated, while Losevie's avatar was injured for the first time.

Lorraine, leaning on her sword, slowly walked up to the last piece of architectural debris—a piece full of steep steps, with Saint-Saëns standing at the top of the steps with his hands behind his back.

P.S.: I kept my promise!

I'll update more chapters once I feel better.

Chapter 271 One Strike

The music gradually faded, and amidst the somber drumbeats and melancholic violin sounds, the entire piece entered its final coda.

Saint-Sel slowly turned around, opened his eyes, and deliberately looked at the battered and ragged Rosevie below the steps with the air of a victor.

At this moment, she was struggling to lean on the longsword she had casually seized, her entire center of gravity unconsciously leaning towards the blade—now Lothaway no longer looked like the terrifying avenger who was unstoppable and unable to communicate; she now looked like an old woman who might collapse at any moment.

After a series of bloody battles, the blade of that ordinary longsword was covered with fine nicks and cracks. Dark red blood flowed down the spine of the sword onto the hilt, and then seeped into the slightly yellowed linen cloth on the hilt due to excessive gripping.

Blackened blood soaked through Losevie's hair, and a few choking sparks slowly dripped from her forehead before disappearing into nothingness. Despite her miserable state, Losevie still slowly and silently staggered toward Saint Sel on the steps.

The outcome is already decided—Saint-Sel knew very well that Lothaway's current weakness and misery were merely a facade. At this distance, as an almost incomplete god, He was no match for her.

In the contest of force, Lothaway emerged victorious, while He had already lost, lost utterly and completely.

However, the game is not yet over, and He still has a sliver of hope of winning.

If I can stall for a few more minutes, I can break through the limits of my power and trigger the reaction of the Azure Laws. At that time, Losevie's avatar will also be reduced to ashes. Then, there might still be a chance to save everything... I might still be able to find a way to obtain a suitable divine office.

Saint-Sel showed compassion.

“Lossevier, look at yourself.” Saint-Sel sighed softly and said, “How pathetic, how pathetic, how overconfident. Things didn’t have to come to this.”

Losevie did not stop. She slowly raised her head, her cold and indifferent eyes looking coldly at Saint Seil at the end of the stairs.

“You’re a smart man.” Saint Seil lowered his head, his upturned lips full of sarcasm. “You know you’re doing something futile—even if you kill me here, only my avatar will die, while I will return to the Kingdom of God unscathed.”

"And you? You will die like burning firewood from your own ambition, meeting your end in your arrogance. Losevie, the power of the gods is far beyond your imagination, and the information I possess is far beyond your comprehension. I can fail countless times, but you only have one chance."

"..."

Lorraine remained silent, her steps still slow and steady, but as she moved forward, the cracks on the blade of her sword grew wider.

The two were getting closer and closer, and Saint-Ser even saw his own reflection in the fine cracks on the blade.

“There’s no benefit in continuing this fight, Rosevie. I have a win-win proposal for you.” Saint-Sel slowly extended his left index finger. “A proposal you absolutely cannot refuse.”

Lorraine quickened her pace, her light footsteps became clearer, and the hum of her sword, strained under the weight, grew sharper.

"Aside from past betrayals, the only conflict between us is the allocation of divine office and divinity—I know this may sound like an unsolvable problem, but the Sunset Sage of the elves has given me a brilliant solution."

Saint-Sel's speech remained slow.

"Losevier! The Ones you sealed away possess divinity and divine authority! The Sage of Sunset gave me a way to completely kill that dream monster. All we need to do is kill the Ones, and you can break free from your current state and obtain a real and reliable divinity!"

"Clap!"

The longsword in Lothaway's hand suddenly shattered, and fine, sharp fragments fell to the ground. Lothaway stopped in her tracks.

She lowered her head and glanced at the broken blade, its reflection mirroring her eyes.

Saint-Sel looked at Lothavira, who had stopped, his expression unchanged, but a cold smile crept into his heart.

Words are sharper than swords; swords may destroy the body, but words can manipulate others.

A foolish and reckless man like Laurence Rosé deserves only to be a pathetic puppet under his own deception.

This is an eternal truth; it was true in the past, it is true now, and it will be true in the future.

Lothaway slowly raised her eyes, then said in an extremely hoarse voice, "You bards are always so eloquent."

Saint-Sel shook his head.

"Then you've wronged me. I only ever speak the truth—a thorough reasoning will naturally convince people; I'm merely pointing out the truth..."

“Therefore, I despise all bards.” Lothaway lowered her head, fiddling with her broken sword. “You should all have your tongues cut out.”

She threw down the broken sword, the half-blade spinning as it landed on the ground.

“Verbal sparring is pointless, Losevie,” Saint-Sel chuckled. “After all, you were persuaded by a bard like me, weren’t you?”

"Oh?"

Lothaway's hoarse, desiccated voice was full of amusement.

Saint Seir narrowed his eyes slightly, coldly glancing at Lothavira, who was reaching out to unbutton her cloak.

“Your suggestion is good.” Lothaway casually tossed aside her cloak, revealing a face covered in burns beneath the hood, so severe that her charred skull was visible. “However, I refuse.”

Saint-Sel's expression remained unchanged.

"why?"

Lorraine grinned, revealing her charred gums, and raised her bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, her calm and indifferent temperament vanished, and her fierce arrogance burst forth with her blood-stained gaze.

"You traitorous bastard, you dare to negotiate with me?" Lorraine said coldly.

She suddenly clenched her five fingers together, grasping a golden axe phantom.

"You all must die!"

Saint Seir's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and the phantom of a spinning golden axe grew larger and larger on his retina—

The axe slashed past Saint Seir's ear and then struck the avatar behind him!

"boom!!!"

The illusory image shattered suddenly, and a crisp sound like shattering glass seemed to echo in the void. The next instant, a shocking gaping hole suddenly appeared on the merciful statue of Saint Seir not far away—this was only the beginning. In that instant, all the statues of Saint Seir in the world were suddenly reduced to dust!

Losevie used her lesser artifact "Sacrifice" to directly attack Saint Seir's main body, bypassing his avatar!

With a single strike, she directly destroyed the opponent's prime material plane avatar and simultaneously brought the opponent's main body to the brink of death!

The true standstill of time also came to an end at this moment!

Everything suddenly plummeted in the next moment!

The sound of wind breaking and screams swept over Oris's mind, and the terrifying waves of flames scorched his face.

—Oris, having regained control of his body, collapsed to the ground. In the intense feeling of weightlessness, he desperately clung to a railing and looked around in horror at the corpses.

They're all dead! So many celestial beings, so many otherworldly divine servants, so many legendary powerhouses—they're all dead!

Even the god they worshipped was seriously injured!

Oris was filled with unbearable terror, an indescribable fear constantly pushing him to the edge of his sanity. His teeth chattered as he looked desperately at Lothaway, whose eyes were bleeding, as she slowly walked towards him.

For some reason, he felt that the other person's temperament was very similar to Edith's.

"No, don't kill me! I was coerced!" he screamed. "Please!"

Rosevie glanced down at him condescendingly.

"Get out." Lothaway was silent for a moment, then said coldly.

The next instant, amidst intense friction, the entire staircase began to disintegrate rapidly.

P.S.: Haha, I did it!

Chapter 272 The King and the Court jester (Part 1)

The flames unfolded silently like the wings of a phoenix. In the dazzling light, the building fragments carrying the steps fell straight to the highest point of the upper city like heavenly fire. The flame waves and shockwaves expanded rapidly, and then turned into a dazzling mushroom cloud in a few breaths.