Azure Scepter

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Chapter 264 Appearance

Somewhere in the bottomless abyss.

Before a glass window composed of six different colors, Lady Bloodthorn, dressed in a semi-transparent Toga-style robe, quietly gazes at the scorching sky outside. In her hand, she holds an ordinary glass wine glass, the viscous crimson liquid inside reflecting her purple eyes.

In the luxurious room carved from curved jade, unusually, only Lady Bloodthorn was present. Suddenly, the demon lord turned her head expressionlessly.

The sandalwood table was filled with amber ornaments of amber color, and amidst the swirling colorful light, a crystal ball the size of a palm was glowing faintly.

"They really think I'm an idiot," Lady Bloodthorn muttered to herself, then reached out and grabbed the crystal ball.

The next moment, Saint Seir's suppressed anger came from the crystal ball.

"You demon, are you going to break your oath?" Saint Ser demanded sharply. "Where are you?! Lothève is coming!"

Ms. Bloodthorn gently cupped her left cheek and chuckled softly.

She didn't say anything, but simply picked up the wine glass and swirled it slightly. The scarlet, viscous liquid in the glass didn't spill over the rim; only a few pale bubbles remained on the surface.

Through the crystal ball, Saint Seil stared coldly at the foam on the wine glass. After a moment, he also fell silent.

At this moment, Saint Seir found it increasingly interesting—as expected, the cunning demon lord would not be easily fooled, and the plan to lure Lady Bloodthorn out to kill her had failed.

However, if you're going to act, you have to go all the way.

Saint-Sel frowned, his voice growing colder: "What exactly do you mean by this?"

A silent and oppressive atmosphere completely enveloped both sides of the crystal sphere.

The demon lord carefully examined the other party for a moment, her expression becoming increasingly playful. She toyed with the wine glass for a while, then suddenly drank the red liquid in the glass in one gulp, a hint of arrogance and mockery suddenly appearing in her purple eyes.

"What, not playing the clown anymore?"

Saint-Sel remained calm, forcing a smile as he said, "I don't understand what you're saying. All I know is that if you don't come soon, Rosevie will tear me apart."

"Oh~"

Lady Bloodthorn put down her wine glass, sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs, and put them up in a cross-legged position. Her bare feet and crystal toes were faintly visible under her transparent robe.

The next moment, she suddenly said rather casually, "Aiming at the masses?"

Saint Seir remained calm, and his hand holding the crystal ball did not tremble at all.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"Then you've probably miscalculated."

"What are you talking about?" Saint-Ser narrowed his eyes slightly.

A moment later, Saint Seil, who was possessing Oris, narrowed his eyes slightly—he suddenly realized that he might have made a very foolish, but extremely serious, mistake.

That Trier who suddenly appeared was not a demigod lich at all; his divine power came from the masses!

This means that the place to enter the dream realm rift that seals everyone may no longer be in their own family cemetery...

Fortunately, there is still time to correct this error.

"Is it Trier?" Saint-Sel asked coldly.

A slight smile appeared on Ms. Bloodthorn's lips, her purple eyes growing even darker, yet she remained silent.

Saint-Sel fell silent again.

Originally, He thought He had completely understood the Demon Lord's needs and bottom line, and He had completely controlled the other party. But now the other party's behavior made Him realize that the situation was getting out of control.

But it's the loss of control that's most interesting.

“That’s not your biggest problem right now.” Lady Bloodthorn gently licked her lips, paused for a moment, and then asked softly, “Want to know what the biggest problem with your plan is?”

Saint-Sel's expression remained unchanged, like the surface of ice in winter.

The next moment, Lady Bloodthorn suddenly stood up, grabbed the crystal ball, and under the immense force, the crystal ball groaned as if it could not bear the weight, and several cracks suddenly appeared.

The demon lord, his eyes blazing with fury, roared, "You idiot, even more stupid than an abyssal worm! You never even considered the possibility that Losevie would personally take action! Just wait to die, you fool!"

“Losevier is in Wilt City, and it’s inseparable from the throne room of the underground mirror city,” Saint-Sel said in a deep voice. “And…”

"Shut up, you're brain-damaged."

Before he could finish speaking, the crystal ball in Saint-Ser's hand suddenly shattered.

In a moment of astonishment, a phantom blood-red figure slowly materialized within the crystal ball.

—Lady Bloodthorn cast a weak projection, which dissipated naturally a few breaths later due to the lack of power to support it.

A sense of unease slowly crept into Saint-Sel's heart.

What exactly is this demon lord trying to do?

In the family cemetery directly below the Tower of Stars.

Judge Asmo gripped his sword hilt, coldly gazing at the two mortals before him, a man and a woman. One was a soldier who had refused to carry out the order to massacre the city, and the other was his maid and lover.

At this moment, the two looked directly at Judge Asmo with fear. The maid was trembling from the cold and fear, but she still stood in front of the soldier.

"Please don't kill us, please! We haven't done anything wrong!"

If Trier were standing here right now, he would definitely recognize the two of them—he had witnessed their romance blossoming a few weeks ago while having breakfast with Edith.

The judge, expressionless, slowly stepped forward, his hand on his sword hilt. The two unarmed men could only retreat a step. As he drew closer, they were getting closer and closer to the end of the tomb...

finally--

"Thump." The soldier's back slammed into an ice coffin. He glanced desperately at the longsword in the judge's hand, then at the ice coffin behind him.

The magical lights flickered slightly, and in the dim blue light, he could see the scene inside the ice coffin.

Amidst withered red petals, the dead person lay serenely in the coffin, their skin as white as snow, their lips as red as blood, and their blue hair as lustrous as a flowing stream.

The soldier's eyes lit up.

Beside the deceased, a sharp shard of ice was faintly glowing!

This is a weapon! And only with a weapon can he have a chance to fight back!

Even if there's a huge difference in strength between him and the judge, if the tactics are right...

"Om~"

The longsword was drawn, its cold, sharp light severing the soldier's thoughts.

"We've reached five meters. Say your last words," Judge Asmo said softly as he slowly drew his longsword.

The maid didn't say a word, but spat and then pounced on her.

The soldier didn't have time to stop it. The next moment, he saw the judge punch the maid in the nose.

"thump!"

With a dull cracking sound, the maid slammed into the coffin like a rag doll, and with a muffled impact, the crystal coffin suddenly cracked open.

"Anna, no!" The soldier felt his heart skip a beat. He suppressed his despair and immediately reached out to grab the crack in the ice coffin.

As long as I can get a weapon...

The next moment, a sharp pain shot through his chest and abdomen—the soldier looked down in disbelief and saw an iron glove clenched into a fist.

Judge Asmo's combat skills were too strong; his opponent had easily escaped his sight using the triangle step.

“A futile struggle.” Judge Asmo shook his head, grabbed the soldier by the neck, and then tossed him aside beside the ice coffin like livestock.

"Get a good night's sleep, then hit the road."

The judge produced the holy symbol and then cast a "sleep spell" on the two subdued individuals.

In an instant, an irresistible drowsiness surged into the soldier's heart. He tried his best to open his eyes wide, but his eyelids still slowly drooped as if weighed down by lead.

fall...

"Please save Anna," he prayed desperately, "Radiance..."

In a daze, he suddenly saw the eyelashes of the deceased in the ice coffin begin to tremble slightly.

"They're all here, demon and traitor." The Sleeping Beauty in the ice coffin murmured in a dreamlike tone, "Time to go. Quiet, quiet... shut up!"

The dead person in the ice coffin suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes, like those of Princess Edith, were emerald green.

"Where is this?" The dead man's cold voice was as hoarse as the polar tundra.

The next moment, the dead man muttered to himself, "And who am I?"

“You are my lord’s wife,” the judge said in a deep voice, suppressing his boiling unease.

“That’s right, that’s right—wife, Sel’s wife—I remember now, I am my daughter.”

The dead man in the ice coffin slowly sat up and turned his head to look at the judge a few meters away.

The next instant, a cold, eerie blue light flashed by.

The soldier felt a blur before his eyes, and then he saw a scene he would never forget.

Sharp ice shards flashed by, the chilling aura appearing and disappearing like a ghost. The deceased in the ice coffin did not move quickly, even stiffly, yet the ice shards in its hand inexplicably transformed into an extremely sharp strike.

The judge stood frozen in place, as if he had lost his soul. A shocking wedge-shaped wound had appeared on his neck, and blood was gushing out like a geyser.

“Hehe…”

Warm blood splattered on the ceiling, dripped onto the judge's face, and then slowly flowed down his eyelashes into his eyes. He blinked blankly, and the next moment, he fell backward.

The withered red rose petals in the ice coffin slowly fell with the falling, round drops of blood, while strands of dark blue hair danced gently in the wind.

"Plop." A fair, bare foot stepped into the crimson blood on the ground.

The warm blood plasma turned into a crimson mist, which then slowly flowed towards the revived dead standing on top of the blood plasma.

The dead woman's stiff, puppet-like movements gradually came to life. She bent down with some effort and then picked up the longsword that had fallen to the ground.

“Everyone’s here, it’s time to take our final bow.” Lothaway slowly raised her stiff head and looked up at the ceiling.

Chapter 265 The Crimson Road

"Dong-dong-dong-"

The pendulum of the bronze wall clock struck twelve times before finally stopping.

A few wisps of blood-tinged dust drifted slowly down from the roof beams and landed on the gray floor of the room.

"Thud." The body of an Asmo soldier fell forward to the ground, kicking up a few specks of dust.

Trier pulled out his blood-stained sword and glanced coldly at the person beside him.

This was the very guard room where he had watched Edith smash the Balrog a few weeks ago. The room was unchanged from last time, except for the addition of a silver mirror and several corpses of Asmo soldiers.

At that moment, Edith also completed the assassination.

She stepped on the back of a corpse, then bent down and gripped the hilt of her sword. With a push and a pull, several round beads of blood splattered onto her cheek.

Trier was somewhat surprised.

"I thought you would be against a sneak attack."

Edith was silent for a moment, then reached out and wiped the blood from her face.

"I used to be very resistant to it."

Trier ordered the Death Knight to finish off the corpse, then slowly walked to the window and looked at the Star Tower standing at the edge of the sky.

The guardhouse is located above the third curtain wall, below which lies the wide and straight King's Road—a wide road that points directly to the distant Star Tower.

At this moment, the King's Road was filled with fully armed soldiers. Their armor gleamed, their spear tips stood like a forest, and golden banners bearing the emblem of Saint Seir fluttered in the night wind. Armored warhorses, adorned with gold and silver, strode proudly through the ranks, while their riders silently scanned their surroundings.

This army, a mix of humans and Asmodians, was enormous. They filled the entire avenue like the sea. In the Regent's Garden beside the road, the still-unfinished Emerald Wheel Stairs were filled with lightly armed archers wielding powerful crossbows and figures dressed as spellcasters. On the second wall, crossbows were mounted everywhere.

Beneath the towering city walls stood a large group of celestial warriors who looked like high-ranking professionals, while the one guarding the gate was an angel with a solemn expression, holding a golden scepter.

Trier glanced at the oval portal beneath the curtain wall and the Asmo soldiers pouring out of it, and shook his head.

"This is really going all out."

Even though Saint Seir has no divine office and is not a proper deity, the foundation he has accumulated over the millennia since his ascension is still extraordinary.

Including the Asmo soldiers who massacred the city, the number of Asmos He summoned was at least tens of thousands. The resources required to summon so many people from the heavens were astronomical in a literal sense.

His expression turned serious.

Dragon's Kiss Pass and King's Road are just the outer perimeter of Saint Seir's defenses, while the power on the Star Tower, deeper inside, must be even more overwhelming—Saint Seir has truly mobilized its entire force this time.

He simply couldn't understand how Rosevie could possibly take action.