Azure Scepter

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Lothaway couldn't just use her divine power to activate "True Time Stop" and then force her way through, could she?

Just as he was deep in thought, Edith's voice suddenly came from his side.

"Will Lothaway really attack this place? Even with an entire army, it would be very difficult to get through here—and if there is any battle, it must be very intense."

Then, Edith softly recited lines from "The Drunken Moon": "Like a confluence of torrents, warriors shouting 'Long live the King!' met silent rebels on a narrow path, splashing crimson waves, blood splattering on gleaming blades, on the gray granite walls, and on the pale face of young knights, hooves trampling through wreckage and blood, amidst the glint of swords..."

Trier's lips twitched slightly.

From a certain perspective, the princess has a truly admirable mindset; she even has the leisure to recite lines from "The Drunken Moon"...

But where is Rosé now?

Trier narrowed his eyes slightly and began to look around.

The next moment, on the jade-green rotating staircase, he saw a figure draped in a pure white cloak.

The man's movements were somewhat stiff, his joints seemed rusty, and he staggered like a newly resurrected zombie. He slowly stepped onto the stairs, and then, step by step, he walked onto King's Road like a lost and dejected wanderer.

The man's black cloak was stained with a few dark red bloodstains, and a few strands of indigo hair were faintly visible through the hood.

Blue hair?

Trier reacted for a moment, then his pupils suddenly contracted.

The corpse inside the magical crystal coffin!?

Lothaway had been hiding in his family cemetery all along!

He never expected that the enemy he had been searching for all this time was actually right under his nose!

The time traveler instinctively gripped the sword hilt tighter.

“Trier, is that person in the cloak Lothaway?” Edith asked softly.

Trier took a deep breath, slowly loosened his grip on the sword hilt, and then said in a low voice, "To be precise, it's an avatar."

Now is not the time to launch a surprise attack.

At this moment, the rain clouds in the night sky had dispersed, and a bright moon hung high behind the Star Tower. The silvery moonlight shone on the back of the tower, and the scattered bright halo cast a thick, ink-like shadow in front of the tower.

Beneath the tower's shadow lay a dense, dark mass of people. The gleaming black armor and sharp spear tips exuded a chilling, metallic aura, while Lothaway, draped in a pure white cloak, appeared extremely small. She stood alone, silently, at the far end of the tower's shadow.

Seeing this scene before him, Trier couldn't help but feel a little absurd.

He had assumed that Rosevie, having been lying in wait for so long, must be plotting a shocking conspiracy, but now she was standing openly and alone in front of the army?!

What do you want to do?

It can't possibly use its divine power to wipe out the entire army in front of it, can it?

Based on his experience as a demigod lich, the only way to break through the current defenses head-on was to rely on "true time stop" or large-scale "life and death control." However, regardless of whether he had enough divine power, wasting it on these people was a pointless endeavor.

After all, common sense dictates that once Lothaway runs out of divine power, she will be unable to deal with Saint Seil, who is waiting in ambush.

Trier shook his head, a sense of confusion arising within him.

Could it be that Laurence Lothaway's current actions are a cover for other plans?

Or is she simply outsmarting thin air? Perhaps Rosevie isn't as cunning and powerful as she imagines? Perhaps her intelligence level is only about the same as Edith's before she awakened?

In the oppressive silence, a tall knight slowly stepped out of the ranks, carrying a lantern, and walked towards Losevie. A dozen Asmo soldiers with long spears quickly moved closer, and not far away, countless crossbows instantly aimed at Losevie's position.

Lothaway remained motionless, standing there blankly like a disabled puppet.

The soldiers immediately formed a semi-circle, and as they laid their spears flat, the tips of the spears formed a snow-silver arc.

"Raise your head, stop playing tricks," the tall knight coldly rebuked.

“Please step aside,” Lothaway’s hoarse voice rang out. “I have business with Lord Oris.”

The knight sneered and raised the lantern, illuminating Lothaway's face beneath her cloak.

Under the dim light, there was a blood-stained, deathly pale face. For some reason, her emerald green eyes appeared unusually calm and serene, as if she had no emotions at all.

Looking into those eyes, as calm as an abyss, the knight felt a shiver and unease—an unease on a spiritual level.

"Can I go over now?" Lothaway asked softly.

Just as the knight hesitated, the angel's loud, slightly impatient voice suddenly rang out across the sky, "Enemy attack! Attack! Fire! Quickly!"

Suddenly, a fierce and shrill horn sounded, and countless crossbow bolts shot out in an instant!

The nearby soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then more than a dozen spears suddenly thrust out.

The spear tip tore through the air, accompanied by a series of terrifying shrieks. The gleaming spear tip suddenly wove a dense, deadly net, brimming with murderous intent.

Faced with the attack that was within reach, Lorraine stood frozen as if she had lost her connection. After a moment, she slowly placed her hand on the hilt of her sword—and the next instant, she moved.

She suddenly stood up, then whirled around and drew her sword.

Lorse's movements were not fast, and even seemed somewhat stiff, yet the thrusts that should have been sure of success all just grazed her edges with remarkable precision.

"Buzz—" The buzzing of the blade flashed by, and the dark sword shadow suddenly slashed through a semicircle. The next instant, amidst a series of cracking sounds as wooden poles snapped, several heads, along with the sword tips, flew into the air, blood flowing everywhere, dripping down.

Lorraine landed lightly, then slowly crouched down and thrust straight at him again.

"Thud!" The longsword pierced the knight's jaw at an angle, the blood-stained tip protruding from the back of his head, bringing with it a cloud of pink dust, while Losevie slid into the knight's arms.

The next instant, a deluge of arrows, accompanied by the shrill screams of death, suddenly rained down!

Amidst a series of teeth-grinding clanging sounds, the soldiers surrounding Lorraine all fell forward with cries of agony, while Lorraine swiftly stepped forward, using the shield formed by the knights' corpses to dodge most of the arrows.

Suddenly, Losevie spun around again, leaving behind the porcupine-like corpse of the knight. The immense impact of the arrow hitting the knight's body was abruptly deflected into some insignificant residual force as she twisted her waist.

The next instant, Lorraine casually cleaved the last straight-shot heavy crossbow bolt, then silently crashed into the next formation.

At this moment, Trier was completely dumbfounded.

Lorse's movements seemed slow, and her agility attribute was no more than 12. Even untrained civilians could easily catch her movements by instinct. However, strangely, Lorse dodged all the attacks!

—This isn't fighting zombies. What Lorse is facing is a team of elite Asmo soldiers with at least six different levels of creatures and a skilled fighting force!

This is the effect of pure swordsmanship skill!

The next instant, a dark golden message flashed across Trier's eyes.

[Warning: You have observed the swordsmanship techniques of "Losevier's Avatar." As a sword saint of the Orco Cross Sword Technique, you have gained some insights.]

[Orco's Cross Sword Skill Level 450 → 452!]

[Through observation, you have gained partial information about the ultimate skill of the Orco Cross Sword Technique, "Time Stop Slash"!]

Trier was completely stunned.

Theoretically, 450 points is the skill cap for Orco's Cross Sword Technique, but now it has actually exceeded that cap!

What the hell is this "Time Stop Slash"?

Is this swordsmanship?!

Just as Trier was reeling from the shock, the angel guarding the second curtain finally completed the divine spell.

In a daze, the moonlight suddenly dimmed, and one silver figure after another suddenly fell from the sky. The dazzling light pierced the night, drawing straight silver lines in the dark night sky. Their bodies were shrouded in silver flames, and their faces could not be seen. Only the outline of their white wings and the shadow of their helmets could be seen.

At that moment, all these straight silver lines shot directly toward the slowly moving Rhodes.

The next instant, the crimson mist suddenly gathered and converged on Losevie—her movements suddenly accelerated!

Chapter 266 Blood Storm

"boom!"

Dozens of silver figures descended from the sky, and amidst a series of violent explosions, the bright silver flames suddenly swallowed up all sound and color.

Gravel mixed with mud surged and splashed, gray dust splattered with blood, and before Trier could even see the faces of those celestial creatures, a domineering sword shadow suddenly unleashed a blood-red arc!

Amidst the short, muffled sounds of flesh and blood exploding, a series of sparks erupted from the clash of metal. A pure white cloak and a blue shadow flashed by, and in the next instant, blood-stained, tattered feathers drifted down like fallen leaves.

Before the dust had settled, Loseville slowly walked out, blood and brain matter flowing behind her, forming a crimson path. She casually twirled her sword, and round, scarlet beads of blood dripped from the blade and slowly fell to the ground.

In less than three seconds, all the celestial creatures summoned by the angels died a violent death, their mangled corpses lying haphazardly behind Lothaway.

A bloody mist swirled around her, and a few pieces of flesh clung to the corner of Losevie's eye.

Her once full and fair skin was now sunken, the flesh seemingly clinging to the bone, but her movements became increasingly smooth and her expression increasingly lively, though her eyes remained as indifferent as ice.

The next instant, Loseweave suddenly opened her arms wide.

A burst of gleaming black dust suddenly erupted and expanded rapidly in a few moments. Visible, round particles instantly engulfed the next infantry phalanx in front of her. The scalding, putrid gray-black dust swirled like sharp blades and advanced like waves, quickly swallowing a group of lightly armed archers on both sides of the road.

Half a second later, the dust stopped expanding and eventually formed a huge, perfect hemisphere.

The dust was extremely terrifying; any ordinary soldier who touched it would immediately decay and rot, turning into a black, dried-up corpse, while even the relatively strong Asmo soldiers would instantly weaken, lose their abilities, and collapse to the ground.

Lothaway slowly lowered her hands, and amidst the gray dust, her cold and indifferent eyes seemed to ignite with a demonic purple flame—she slowly gazed at the seemingly endless army ahead, and suddenly curled her lip.

"What is that?!" Edith's voice trembled slightly.

“It should be… the ultimate skill of the Paladin Oathbreaker, Lord Terror,” Trier said somewhat uncertainly.

—It wasn't until the words were out that Trier realized his voice was also a little unsteady.

The reason is simple: Lor's skill's performance far surpasses that of a normal Oathbreaker! Generally, "Terror Lord" is a self-enhancing skill; its area-of-effect damage is merely a bonus, almost negligible effect. But now, this bonus alone has directly slaughtered nearly a hundred soldiers, at least six of whom are class-level...

“Hey, I’ve broken my oath too, can I use it?” Edith suddenly asked.

"..."

Trier glanced at the princess instinctively, then realized that she had just told a lame joke...

"Uh, isn't this joke funny?" Edith blinked.

"Now that's funny."

At this moment, although the army was mainly composed of fanatical and fearless Asmo soldiers, these fanatical celestial beings still showed a considerable degree of timidity and fear in the face of Losevie.

Lorraine gripped the hilt of her sword and slowly took a step forward. The soldiers who were close to Lorraine immediately began to retreat slowly. However, at this moment, the reinforcements behind her continued to push forward—the army's front line was immediately thrown into slight chaos.

"For my Lord!" the angel beneath the second curtain cried out in a deep voice.

He slowly raised the heavy scepter in his hand, his golden eyes coldly fixed on Losevie.

Lorraine lowered her eyelids, and her fingers rested on the hilt of the sword once more.

The next instant, Losevie vanished from her spot!

—After the frenzied slaughter, her speed increased even more. At this moment, Lorsevie's agility had reached the extraordinary level of 20 points, and with the increase in speed, her killing efficiency showed a completely exponential growth!

Within a few breaths, scalding blood suddenly splattered amidst the chilling sword dance. Short, sharp screams and the muffled thuds of corpses falling to the ground together formed a sinister and terrifying symphony. The panicked commands and encouraging words abruptly ceased before death, suddenly dissipating into a despairing "whoosh."

Lorseville seemed to transform into some kind of natural disaster, unleashing a terrifying blood storm with just herself and her sword. What was even more terrifying was that the slaughter did not deplete Lorseville's strength; instead, it made her even more powerful.

Looking at the scene before him, Trier's eyes twitched violently, and he even felt a sense of tension that he hadn't felt in a long time.

To be fair, whether before or after his transmigration, he had never seen such an outrageous scene—Losevier did not use divine power, magic, or even have superior attributes, but with the most simple and unadorned slashing, sweeping, thrusting, piercing, cutting, twisting, and grappling techniques, the army in front of her was as fragile as a piece of paper!

Whether it was a dense barrage of spear thrusts, an overwhelming rain of arrows, or even a deadly and swift sneak attack from celestial creatures, Losevie could easily dodge them all with unbelievable yet perfectly reasonable movements. Each of her attacks could take down at least three people—no one could withstand her!

Towards the end of the Divine Descent version, Trier witnessed the battle of the "God of Courage and Warrior" of the Radiant pantheon. However, the combat skills displayed by the "God of Courage and Warrior," a human warrior god, were significantly inferior to those of Losevie now.

Lorse is literally the pinnacle of warriors!

At that moment, countless dark gold messages flashed across Trier's eyes like a screen being filled with images. In less than a few minutes, he gained nearly 15 extra sword skill points by watching Losevie's battle.

At this moment, his Orco Cross Swordsmanship level had broken through the theoretical limit of 450 points, reaching an unheard-of 465 points—Trier suspected that he was very close to the so-called "Time Stop Slash," and that he might be able to obtain the "Time Stop Slash" feat when his Orco Cross Swordsmanship reached 480.

The next moment, Loseweave raised her hand again.

"I am the calamity itself," she said calmly.

Before the words were finished, a thick, cloying blood mist surged up and suddenly shot into the sky, obscuring the heavens. Moments later, the mangled corpses scattered on the ground began to tremble and writhe.

Resurrection of the dead!

Amidst a series of crashing sounds, like metal shattering and bones breaking, one mangled zombie after another crawled up from the pool of blood. In the thick blood mist, the resurrected corpses transformed into bizarre and grotesque blood-red silhouettes.

The headless church knights, the disemboweled soldiers, and the armless crossbowmen all staggered and rushed toward their former comrades. In an instant, they turned into a horde of corpses, and roars, screams, and groans filled the air.

Amidst the crimson haze, Lorraine calmly gazed at the battlefield, where the intensity was escalating rapidly. In the midst of the undead horde, she seemed to have once again become the invincible queen she once was.

The next moment, she dragged her sword again and slowly walked towards the enemy, the blade slicing across the ground and sending up a string of sparks.

With the undead holding them back, Lorraine's slaughter became even more ferocious.

At this moment, Trier was even somewhat numb to the situation. Given the current circumstances, it was impossible for the garrison on King's Road to stop Loseweg.

Just then, the newly added silver mirror in the guard room suddenly started flashing, and the next moment, an unexpected female voice from Trier suddenly rang out.