Azure Scepter

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“Dorothy is a high-ranking succubus who only serves the demon lord,” Trier interrupted directly. “She is the leader of the active demon cult here.”

Nordmann's pupils constricted sharply, but he still instinctively retorted, "How could that be? Her background is extremely clear..."

Before he finished speaking, the yellow crystal ball in his arms suddenly emitted a soft light.

"Thank you for your service, Nordman." A languid, husky female voice came from the crystal ball.

The moment he heard the sound, the spy chief was thrown into a daze as if he were under a spell. His eyes lost focus, and he slowly walked out of the room like a puppet on strings—the blasphemous mark hidden on the back of his neck was now radiating a bewitching and eerie purple aura.

Trier sat down leisurely in his chair, then glanced at the cobalt blue information that flashed across his eyes.

[WARNING: You are under the influence of the supernatural ability "Enchanting Whispers"]

[You have been exempted from the effects of "Whispers of Enchantment"]

—The time traveler could not possibly face a powerful demon lord unprepared.

He is now covered in various buff-type divine spells and magic, and he himself has a paladin level of 20. In addition, his current protection of faith is at the highest level, so he is immune to Lady Bloodthorn's charm.

Seemingly realizing that her allure had been exempted, Lady Bloodthorn chuckled twice.

A moment later, her voice came from the crystal ball again: "Trill, I'm here to warn you—be careful of the One, He is not as harmless as he seems."

“Her provocation is too simplistic,” the crowd said with laughter. “You don’t believe such nonsense, do you, Trier?”

Trier remained silent for a moment, then said directly, "Saint-Sel wants to make a move against you, and now you want to overturn the table, so you've come to persuade me to give up the refugees so that Lothaway can be freed from her constraints?"

The woman who had just been laughing suddenly fell silent, and the room even fell into a brief, deathly silence.

After a long silence, the frivolity and allure in Lady Bloodthorn's tone vanished completely, and she said quite solemnly, "Listen to me, Trier, give up those mortals, and you will have a real chance to sit at the table—you know what I mean by sitting at the table."

“I see no causal connection between the two,” Trier sneered. “And I’m not interested in the so-called ‘being served.’”

Trier was naturally interested in divinity and priesthood, but if you want to gain something, you must first be prepared to lose it.

"So, as a lich, do you really want to join the Radiant pantheon?" Lady Bloodthorn asked with a smile. "Then you probably don't understand those hypocritical beings at all. I have a better suggestion now—remove Losevie's shackles, and then we can seize the window of opportunity to divide up Saint Seir's divinity and divine nature together."

Interlude of Chapter 250: The Prophet, the Princess, Trier

Upon hearing the suggestion coming from the crystal ball, Trier narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lady Bloodthorn was simply trying to get something for nothing. As a demon lord, she could sit comfortably in the abyss, and even if the prime material plane were torn apart, it wouldn't affect her. In short, she wouldn't take any risks.

The time traveler pondered for a moment, then replied rather coldly, "We will have opportunities to cooperate, but not in this matter, nor now."

"I'm just proposing a win-win solution," the demon lord behind the crystal ball said with a smile. "Since you have the composure of a monk, I can wait as long as you do. After all, I can live for a very long time, while the lives of mortals are always as fleeting as a spark."

After saying that, Ms. Bloodthorn extinguished the crystal ball.

"The plan failed?" asked the fire demon beside her.

The enormous demon lord stood up and walked to the window.

“Trier is much more difficult than Saint-Sel,” she whispered. “It’s strange.”

"If you ask me, you don't need to lower yourself like this at all. We should tear this arrogant and presumptuous mortal to shreds," the Flame Demon Rosat sneered. "Does he really think he's a demigod?"

Ms. Bloodthorn slowly shook her head.

"Something's wrong with Trier."

"It's really strange that the old lich has gone so far as to think he's a paladin," Balrog couldn't help but complain. "His spellcasting ability is strong, but that's about it."

Lady Bloodthorn gazed at the blood-red plain, and after a long while, she sighed.

“I have a feeling that Trier knows a little too much—Rossat, you know, sometimes I even feel like he knows everything that’s going to happen.”

"Is he related to the Sunset Sage?" The Flame Demon pondered for a moment, then asked tentatively.

Ms. Bloodthorn turned around and shook her head again.

"Even gods cannot truly and accurately predict the future."

“This is getting more and more complicated.” The flames on the Flame Demon Rosat suddenly intensified. “You should get out of this mess as soon as possible. Anyway, judging from the current situation, it’s only a matter of time before he and that monster Losevie start fighting.”

The Flame Demon paused for a moment.

"Perhaps you are too focused on the Prime Material Plane. Your vassals in the Gurta Arena have recently begun to stir."

Just as Ms. Bloodthorn was about to speak, she received an unexpected message.

The silver mirror rippled, and then Orianna's figure appeared on the mirror, surrounded by a group of fanatical mortal believers and a Fiend.

"My lord, we're almost there for Livitt!"

Ms. Bloodthorn nodded somewhat listlessly.

She has now realized that Saint Seir wants to deal with her; Trier's stance is unclear, and she doesn't know what he's plotting; as for Losevie and the Sunset Sage, they haven't shown up yet. To be honest, she no longer wants to descend to the Prime Material Plane using a vessel.

So whether or not she can catch Livitt is no longer important to her.

However, just as Lady Bloodthorn was about to close the Silver Mirror, the Burning Demon in the image suddenly exploded into a ball of flames.

"boom!"

An arrow fell from the sky and blasted the Burning Demon to pieces!

Five minutes ago, over the city of Erlav.

The rain poured down, plunging the entire sky into boundless darkness, and a biting wind whipped up raindrops that lashed against Edith's face.

"Fodia, the rain is too heavy, I can't see clearly, can you see clearly?" Edith gripped the reins tightly and shouted.

"Eleven o'clock—I can see the demons!" Faldia's voice came from behind. "Wait, there are more than just demons down there! At this speed, we'll be there in three minutes!"

The celestial horse neighed and immediately swooped down.

"Fodia, I'll jump down to save people later, and you can provide support from the sky."

Edith clenched his horse's flanks, reached out and drew the holy sword. Large raindrops hit the gleaming blade, then slid down the edge and split into two clumps.

She began to rapidly cast various divine spells on herself, but for some reason, she felt a void in her heart, as if she were losing something important. For a moment, she even drifted off into a daze.

"Edith, focus, we'll be there soon!" Fythia's shout snapped Edith out of her reverie. "Are you alright?"

“I’m on the verge of breaking my oath,” Edith said. “I just lied to Oris, and I ambushed him.”

“That old dwarf deserved a beating long ago.” The elf drew a magic arrow and nocked it to the bowstring. “The fact that you haven’t broken your oath proves you did the right thing, doesn’t it?”

“Whether or not an oath is broken has nothing to do with the reason, nor with the gods.” The princess gripped the hilt of her sword tightly. “Breaking an oath is only related to the act itself.”

"Why didn't that old bastard Oris break his oath?" Futia asked, quite surprised.

Edith fell silent. At that moment, she suddenly felt the emptiness in her heart intensify, and the repression in her heart became even heavier.

"I don't know either." After a long silence, Edith squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.

"Stop thinking about useless things, Edith, we're doing the right thing!"

Futia drew her bowstring taut, her thumb gripping the arrow, and quickly calculated the Pegasus's horizontal movement speed and wind speed, aiming at the position in front of the Burning Demon on the ground. "It's time for you to make your heroic entrance!"

"boom!"

The moment the arrow left the bowstring, Edith jumped off his horse without hesitation!

In an instant, a strong sense of weightlessness surged to her forehead, a sharp, gust of wind suddenly blew her braids apart, and icy rain seemed to turn the world upside down, hurling it towards the sky behind her.

The water droplets rolled in circles, their silvery surfaces reflecting the cold blade of Edith's sword and her emerald eyes.

"boom!"

A few seconds later, Edith landed with a thud, the ground suddenly sinking a bit, and branching cracks spread rapidly from the point of impact. Torrential rain mixed with choking dust and gravel, shooting out in all directions like bursting waves.

Faced with the powerful impact, several monstrous demons wielding spears were instantly crushed into a shower of bloody dust.

The princess leaned on her sword with both hands, chanting a prayer in a low voice to cast a holy healing spell on herself. In the soft, pure white light, she slowly rose from the crater-like depression in the ground, then dragged her sword with one hand and strode towards the demon and demon worshippers who were filled with terror not far away.

"For my lord, stop that monster!" a sorcerer wearing a silver necklace screamed. He raised his contract sword, and with a flash of fire, a series of exploding hellfire rays swiftly pierced towards the slowly approaching Edith.

The next instant, a dazzling burst of fire suddenly exploded before the sorcerer's eyes. He was horrified to find that Edith's longsword had cleaved the entire spell in two as easily as splitting firewood!

Terrifying rays of hellfire flashed past both sides of Etis, the orange-red flames illuminating the gleaming sword blades and the princess's murderous eyes.

"Run!" The scream had barely left her throat when it abruptly stopped.

"Pfft!"

The holy sword sliced ​​through the silver necklace, the throat guard, flesh, and spine. The sorcerer's head, with its eyes wide open in death, spun high into the air amidst sprays of blood.

Crimson blood flowed down the sword's edge, turning into a blood mist, and scalding droplets of blood splattered onto the faces of several stunned ordinary worshippers.

Before the terror could even set in their faces, a flash of the blade struck, swift yet powerful, tearing through the air with a sharp hum and sonic boom that grew louder as it approached. In the next instant, several cultists wielding daggers and wooden spears were all decapitated.

This is just the beginning.

Edith pushed off the ground, turned around, and swept her sword horizontally. The cold, sharp blade drew a clear, circular slash, then transformed into a blood-red arc.

"Thud." The sorcerer's head fell to the ground.

The boot crushed her head, and with a dull crack of bones breaking, Edith pushed off the ground again, turned around, and swept horizontally. She was light on her feet, but her slashes were powerful and heavy. Round after round of powerful slashes were like an endless storm.

Although the number of cult members was large, in less than six seconds, the entire alley was turned into a bloody meat grinder.

"It's Bladestorm! She's the Sword Saint!" the succubus Orianna screamed from behind the ruins. "Stop her!"

Several freaks and a Vega demon vanguard roared as they stood up, and then Futia's arrows rained down from the sky once more.

"boom!"

Within the scorching, spiraling cloud of explosions, several rising demons were blasted into a bloody pulp.

Then, riding on her winged horse, Futia unleashed a rapid-fire barrage, killing all the demons who hadn't dodged well enough.

Why is this elf so terrifying?

Could Rosat have really survived such a long siege by the elves and the princess a month ago?!

Orianna was filled with bitterness. She buried her head in her hands, curled up in a corner, and took out the thorn-shaped holy emblem.

"My lord, I beg for your help..."

At the same time, an arcane knight wearing mithril plate armor roared and raised his sword to meet the blood-soaked Edith.

However, just as the knight tentatively made a vertical slash, Edith, who was in a bloodthirsty frenzy, suddenly lunged forward and slashed diagonally!

The knight was startled. He had not expected the princess, who was wearing heavy armor, to move so lightly. He only saw a flash of cold light, and the next moment the holy sword sliced ​​through his throat guard, which was reinforced with layers of blasphemous magic, as if cutting butter. The hilt of the sword then slammed against his weak sword.

With a sharp, piercing clang, the knight's longsword flew from his hand.

He took a half-step back in shock and despair. The next instant, Edith suddenly stood up, his longsword piercing straight into the knight's jaw and the tip protruding from his skull.

“Traitor.” Edith stared at the knight’s familiar face and said coldly.

The next moment, she punched the knight in the face and drew her longsword.

She casually flicked away the viscous blood dripping from the blade, then looked up at the famous actress Dorothy (the succubus Orianna) in the distance.

At this moment, Orianna had received the blessing of the Bloodthorn Lady, and her spell had reached its last syllable.

As a succubus who has lived for a very long time, Orianna knows that if she dies again on the Prime Material Plane, she will perish completely; and Edith, who wields the Holy Sword, is almost immune to ordinary destructive magic, so she did not prepare any destructive spells at all—she prepared the restrictive spell "Polar Night".

However, before Orianna could finish reading, the murderous Edith rushed in front of her like a ghost!

Fortunately, Lady Bloodthorn's blessing worked. In an instant, the crimson blessing surrounding her transformed into a repulsive force powerful enough to crush the young dragon.

However, Edith unleashed the Holy Slash.

A surging, blazing white wave flashed by, then collided with the blood-red blessing like a tsunami.

With a deafening crash, Lady Bloodthorn's Blessing was shattered into pieces, and Orianna was sent flying backward in the explosion, revealing her true succubus form.

Fortunately, Orianna completed the spell.

In an instant, the invisible magical wind transformed into the frigid polar winds and the all-encompassing darkness.

Within half a breath, the entire block froze. Several unprepared ordinary cultists were turned into ice sculptures without even a scream. More terrifying than the cold was the light. Supernatural black mist enveloped everything, and Orianna held all the light in the street in her palm.

Orianna clenched her fists tightly, and all the light vanished.

However, she had no intention of continuing the fight...

"She's dying, kill her!" Orianna shouted as she crushed a magic storage stone and cast a "banishment" spell on herself.

She didn't expect a single area-of-effect ninth-ring spell to eliminate a legendary paladin wielding a holy sword, especially given that the paladin's combat power was clearly excessive.

The few high-ranking demons were all preparing to flee, but the bewitched believers and some cannon fodder demons regained their courage and rushed from their cover toward the last location of Edith.