Azure Scepter

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She now knows why the angels were afraid of Trier...

Although she knew Trier was strong, she never imagined that he was so incredibly powerful—Trier's Holy Slash was probably comparable to the slash that her ancestor Loseweave had used to burn the sky in her dream.

"Is this the Supreme Saint's Slash?" the princess murmured to herself as if in a dream.

"By the radiance above, we are saved!"

A hiding citizen, his face contorted with fervor, stumbled out of the ruins and then prostrated himself on the ground.

Large raindrops fell on the sword marks left by the Holy Slayer. At the edge of the sword marks, a human soldier's lower leg was severed by the wind pressure. The next moment, the last remaining feather of the otherworldly divine servant slowly fell in front of the soldier.

He stared wide-eyed at the angel's feathers, then at the mangled flesh and holy flames of his comrades beside him.

After a long, dazed look, he suddenly let out a desperate, foolish laugh: "This is divine punishment! We've been cursed by the heavens! Radiance, the massacre of the city has been punished! Good riddance, good riddance..."

The next moment, a flash of light, and the soldier's head flew into the air.

“Cowardly mortals.” An Asmer soldier who had just crossed the river gripped his halberd and said coldly, “For the glory of our lord, we must not retreat! Kill that devil!”

As Sergeant Asmo spoke, he beheaded another male citizen.

However, the next moment, her breath caught in her throat.

"Boom!"

Amidst lightning and thunder, a massive humanoid figure with black wings silently flew in the sky, holding a longsword burning with holy flames in its hand. A warm, holy white light radiated down, like a bright silver full moon.

"What is that?!" Sergeant Asmo heard a child beside him who had lost the ability to walk ask.

“That is the god who saved us.” The child’s mother hugged her child tightly, then mustered her courage and looked at the soldier Asmo in front of her. “You will be punished. The god will punish your atrocities.”

“That’s not a god, that’s a devil!” Sergeant Asmo’s chest tightened with anger as she corrected her, taking a sudden step forward and pressing the tip of her halberd against the female citizen’s chest. “You’ve all been bewitched! You’ll go to hell after you die.”

“You are the ones who have been misled,” the female citizen said calmly. “Go ahead, you cowards.”

Sergeant Asmo glanced back at the Star Tower, then his eyes widened in fury as he thrust his weapon through the female citizen and her child.

"Trill is an angel?" Futia blinked in shock.

Edith shook her head blankly.

"That is the power of the Knight of Vengeance, the Angel of Vengeance."

“How many more times can Trier use that Holy Slash?” Fythia asked nervously. “If we can’t break their morale quickly, things will get bad.”

“I don’t know either,” Edith said blankly, “but there probably aren’t many.”

The next instant, Trier's deep, powerful voice suddenly rang in Edith's ear—

"The massacre of civilians is a shameful crime. Lay down your weapons and accept trial. Those who resist will die."

Everyone on the West Bank heard Trier's voice at that moment.

Trier's words seemed to possess a certain magic; in an instant, the already crumbling army descended into chaos, while the citizens and city guards, who had been fleeing like headless flies, seemed to have regained their courage.

However, the Asmos from the heavens managed to stabilize the organization—but the next moment, Trier slowly raised his left hand.

The holy light distorted slightly, and in the next instant, a dark ripple that blotted out the sky enveloped the ground along with the rain.

This is an improved version of Despair spell with an extremely large range that can automatically distinguish between friend and foe.

Trier looked down at the ground and saw that the massive army that had slaughtered the city was in complete chaos. The Asmo soldiers and knights were doing their best to stop the deserters, but under the influence of mind magic, the soldiers still chose to scatter.

Many soldiers even resorted to fighting to escape, and for a brief moment, screams and shouts drowned out the cries of the civilians...

"Serves him right," the transmigrator muttered to himself. "Time to move on to the next step."

The next moment, he raised his left hand again, and countless death winds gathered into a vortex, slowly being drawn towards his palm.

“Revenge is the most primal form of justice,” he whispered to everyone on the West Bank. “Now is the time for judgment.”

He slowly clenched his left palm, and then released his next spell—Group Phantom Killer.

Chapter 259 Epilogue: The Trial (Part Two)

The howling wind carried blood, and the pungent smell of smoke mingled with the stench of corpses.

“Knock, knock… knock, knock…”

Sergeant Asmo heard the heavy pounding of her own heart. She looked down at her feet and met the eyes of the female civilian she had just killed.

The dead woman's eyes were closed, and blood rained down on her cheeks and the child in her arms.

The next moment, the dead man suddenly opened his eyes! Blood gushed from the spirit's eyelids like maggots.

The soldier was startled and instinctively took two steps back, but the undead's claws with distinct bones gripped her calf tightly!

Soldier Asmo endured the excruciating pain and immediately raised his halberd hilt, thrusting it into the undead's chest. However, the undead seemed immune to the thrust, not only not letting go but also increasing the strength of its claws. The soldier even heard the muffled sound of his own shinbone groaning as it shattered.

This undead is invincible!

Worse still, the child who was stabbed to death now stretched out his bloodied hands...

"Help me!" Sergeant Asmo quickly called out to his squadmates.

However, the next moment, she was shocked to find that the spearman next to her suddenly screamed at the empty air, and then turned and ran away.

"The dead have come for revenge!" the spearman roared hoarsely. "Help me! Help!"

Despair gripped Sergeant Asmo. She frantically grabbed the crumbling wall beside her, desperately trying to kick away the undead beneath her feet. However, the withered hand's grip grew stronger—the sergeant's forearms and calves began to convulse, while the child's undead slowly crept up her waist...

"It's a fear spell! Stay calm! What you're seeing is an illusion!" Suddenly, a hoarse male voice came from behind the soldier. "Don't fall for it! It's the magic of that devil in the sky! Crossbowmen, fire!"

The sergeant turned around and saw a human paladin wearing the Holy Seal of Saint Seal. At that moment, the paladin was standing among the corpses of civilians, solemnly raising the Holy Seal in his hand.

—Courage and inspiration.

Suddenly, Asmo felt his feet loosen. The two undead, which had been incredibly strong and invulnerable just moments before, had turned back into motionless corpses. The female citizen still had her eyes closed, while the child stared blankly at the sky with empty eyeballs.

Everything that just happened was just an illusion.

The sergeant breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly picked up the halberd and moved closer to the human paladin.

However, the next moment, a charred zombie suddenly pounced out of the ruins, grabbed the paladin's shoulder, and then bit the paladin's forearm!

"Pfft!" Warm blood splattered on the soldier's face, and she suddenly widened her eyes.

The fear that had just subsided surged up again. Sergeant Asmo's breathing became increasingly rapid, and his vision narrowed as if he were drowning...

Aren't they all just hallucinations?

what's the situation! ?

The paladin cried out in pain and quickly pressed down on the zombie's head with his left hand. The next moment, the crossbowman squire next to the paladin immediately drew his secondary weapon and smashed the zombie's head.

"Clap."

The zombie staggered and fell to the ground, bits of the paladin's flesh still clinging to its teeth.

“There are real undead in the illusion.” The paladin casually cast Holy Light on himself, then warned in a muffled voice, “Stay calm, don’t let your guard down. That demon’s goal is to create an illusion with fear, and then use that as cover to protect the real undead.”

However, before he could finish speaking, the crossbowman next to the paladin suddenly took two steps back. He took out his hammer and swept it haphazardly around. The next moment, the crossbowman squire groaned and fell straight back to the sky.

Even the paladin, who had maintained his composure throughout, couldn't help but stiffen at this moment.

"Thump." The crossbowman's body fell to the ground, and as if this was a signal, the next moment, a soldier next to the crossbowman also clutched his heart, screamed and knelt on the ground.

Sergeant Asmo looked to her left in horror, then saw another squad not far from her, all of them lying silently on the ground like scarecrows blown down by a strong wind.

“They’re a group of phantom assassins,” the paladin spat out through gritted teeth. “Don’t believe those illusions, they’re fake, all fake!”

Before he finished speaking, the paladin suddenly leaped into the air.

Sergeant Asmo was stunned for a moment, and then scalding blood gushed out from the wound on the paladin's chest, splashing suddenly onto her face.

The soldier stared blankly as he raised his face, stained with blood and bits of flesh, and then saw a ghostly blue skeletal horse leaping into the air. The phantom on the horse's back carried a dark red spear, the tip of which pierced through the paladin's back and protruded through his chest.

Round droplets of blood sprayed down the direction of the gun barrel, like fireflies on a grassy field at night.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. Sergeant Asmo's pupils dilated slightly, and she happened to see the image reflected on the round blood droplet—the dead female citizen had somehow appeared behind her, opened her mouth, and bit her own neck.

Sergeant Asmo was momentarily dazed.

Is this true or false?

Is this another hallucination?

The next moment, a sharp pain shot through her neck, and all her strength slowly dissipated along with the splattering blood...

Will I go to hell?

In her final moments, Sergeant Asmo finally realized the potentially disastrous consequences of the massacre on her personally.

Trier looked down at the chaotic city below.

Under the influence of magic, the vanguard of Oris's massacre army had fallen into complete chaos, and as the chaos spread, the ghost riders he had seized with "Dominate the Undead" drove straight into the enemy ranks from south to north.

Ghosts can penetrate walls, so the ruins of buildings that should have hindered the cavalry charge instead became cover for the attack route. Under the overwhelming tide of the undead, the army that crossed the Raven Black River had almost no chance to resist.

For some reason, Trier even rediscovered the feeling he had when he commanded undead armies in the game.

“The right place, the right time, the right spell,” Trier thought. “If the spells are chosen properly, three spells can crush an army.”

—Throughout the entire process, Trier only used three spells: a modified version of "Fear," "Mass Phantom Slayer," and a 7th-level spell slot converted into Holy Slash. Among them, "Fear" and "Mass Phantom Slayer" were created using mana storage stones.

With the blessing of a high caster level, the combined effect of Fear and Mass Phantom Killer is extremely terrifying. Almost everyone affected is unable to distinguish whether what they see is a deadly phantom brought by Phantom Killer or a non-deadly phantom brought by Fear. Add to that a few resurrected zombies from the laboratory ghouls, and everyone affected is essentially as if they have been hit by a highly threatening deadly spell.

If judged solely by destructive power, Trier even felt that this minor spell combo was comparable to a legendary spell.

Trier looked down at the western edge of the battlefield—Noy, as a high-ranking clergyman, had regrouped the defeated Guardians of the Church, and together with Seres' mercenaries, the number of organized forces fighting against the massacre army had reached a considerable figure.

Although Oris's army of massacrers continued to pour out of the portal and then into the direction of Raven Black River Bridge, the battle on the west bank had essentially been stabilized—the massacrers could no longer advance.

“The cost was minimal, only one seventh-circle spell slot was used.” Trier shook his head. “I still have enough power and resources to launch a surprise attack on Losevie.”

P.S.: This volume is almost finished, but I have too many real-life things to do, so updates are really unstable. I bow to all my readers to express my apologies QWQ

Chapter 260 Epilogue: The Saint

The cobalt blue information flowed across Trier's eyes like mercury spilling across the floor.

He glanced at it briefly and noticed that in addition to the flood of experience point notifications, there was also a large number of faith point notifications.

Trier raised an eyebrow slightly, and the next moment he closed his eyes and activated his divine vision.

Time seemed to slow down.

At this moment, under the special vision of the divine eye, the chaotic city below was as calm as a still sea without wind, and beneath the mirror-like surface, specks of dark golden light were shimmering faintly.

Those were the dying wounded with severed limbs in the ruins, the citizens kneeling on the ground holding corpses and sobbing silently, and the guards with wide-open eyes, covered in blood, fighting against the massacrers.

A dull gold, like ripples on a mirror, gathered around them, while streaks of silver, like inverted shooting stars, pointed from the golden light towards themselves in the sky.

Trier instinctively reached out his hand, and immediately all the romantic specks of light and threads solidified.

In an instant, silver lines and golden dots outlined a dazzling web of faith.

The stars are shining brightly.

In an instant, countless prayers and praises echoed in Trier's ears, while golden messages flooded the screen.

[You have gained a large amount of Faith Points!]

[Warning: You do not yet possess divinity or divine office. Faith and divine power are locked.]

[You have gained a large amount of Faith Points!]

[WARNING: You do not yet possess divinity or divine office. Faith value locked, divine power value locked...]

A surge of faith power rushed into Trier's body like a storm, only to vanish in an instant.

Trier's gaze narrowed slightly.

"If we don't use this power of faith before we've been deified, it'll all be a waste," Trier thought to himself.

As a former demigod lich, Trier was quite familiar with the power of faith. Although he could not preserve the divine power converted from faith, he could directly use it.

The divine power derived from faith can be transformed into powerful divine arts, or it can alter reality.

Trier stretched out his finger and slowly pointed it towards the ground.

In an instant, the brilliant web of faith vanished.

A golden lightning bolt suddenly ripped through the rain clouds that shrouded the sky, and within half a breath, the heavy rain that Trier had created with the Holy Slash was shattered by a single finger.

The clouds and mist dispersed, the rain stopped, and the brilliant stars and the bright moon reappeared.

Silver moonlight spilled across the charred ruins and also fell upon Edith's emerald eyes.