Azure Scepter

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[Warning: You have personally experienced the swordsmanship skills of "Losevier's Incarnation." As the Sword Saint of the Orco Cross Sword Technique, you have gained a wealth of insights!]

[Orco's Cross Sword Skill Level 470 → 481!]

[Warning: Your swordsmanship has reached its peak. Due to your divinity, you have gained a special personal feat, "Orco Cross Sword Technique - Time Stop Slash (Nameable)!"]

[Orco Cross Sword Technique - Time Stop Slash (Can be named): Pure swordsmanship, enough to shatter time and split space.]

[Before your unparalleled swordsmanship and awareness, you will perceive the ruptures in the continuity of time and grasp the ultimate mystery of spacetime transformation through divinity. Your next sword strike will utterly transcend the comprehension of any being, taking place at the point of rupture between times, thus ignoring any immunity from your opponent and unleashing a full-on, guaranteed attack. During this entire round of attacks, the enemy will be perceived as paralyzed, therefore all your attacks will inevitably strike with devastating force.]

Trier's pupils suddenly contracted, and in an instant, countless sword techniques knowledge flooded into the crevices of his brain and the depths of his soul like boiling oil. He didn't have time to think much and immediately grabbed the hilt of the ancient longsword "Darkness" on instinct.

Now is not the time for hesitation and deliberation; whoever draws their sword first will win!

With a sudden clench of his fingers, Trier gripped the cold hilt of his sword.

The next moment, Trier's vision suddenly changed, and he felt as if he were casting a spell rather than holding a sword.

The world before him once again transformed into an abstract painting composed of dots and lines. This time, however, his vision became clearer, and he saw the void between the dots and lines—within that void, a continuous, pale curved surface flowed.

Trier flicked the hilt of his sword with his thumb, and in the next instant, his vision stretched ever wider. Yet the pale, colorless surface seemed endless, growing ever larger, with the flowing dots and trembling lines quivering like jewels adorning a dancer's body.

On this pale, curved surface, dots and lines outline everything in the world like simple line drawings.

From a greater perspective, Trier saw this point and line transform into stars in the dome, distant mountains; into verdant trees on the mountains, into boundless flames in the city; into crumbling towers, into Asmer soldiers fleeing in panic below, into weeping citizens; into the winds of magic, into magical forms...

Points and lines are ever-changing, but no matter what they constitute, the pale, monotonous surface fills everything—the world seems to be shrouded in this monotonous, colorless paleness.

However, amidst this vast expanse of white, a bright color was right in front of us!

Trier looked closely and immediately saw a person in the stark white space whose style was completely different from the simple line drawing—the person had long, flowing gray hair and a fair and beautiful face that was nine-tenths similar to Edith, except that her eyes were azure blue, and her lively gaze was filled with a sharp and aggressive feeling that was painful.

However, upon closer inspection, her body was covered with shocking wounds and dense stitches that made one's scalp crawl. She looked as if she had been dismembered and then pieced back together by a clumsy necromancer.

Although the image is vivid, the lines and dots that make up Losevie seem extremely unstable. They tremble, straight lines tremble into curves, and curves turn into layers of overlapping shadows. In addition to the trembling lines, several chains-like winds of death are firmly tied to her limbs and neck, keeping her form from disintegrating.

Losevie's true form!

At that moment, Lorraine was also drawing her sword!

At that very moment, the stiffness from drawing the sword suddenly dissipated, and Trier swiftly pulled out his longsword!

"Boom!!!"

A dazzling golden holy flame suddenly shattered the pale curved surface!

Nine-Ring Supreme Slash!

Nine-Ring Supreme Slash!

Nine-Ring Supreme Slash!

Nine ring spell slots empty, Eighth Ring Supreme Slash!

Eighth Ring Supreme Slash!

Eighth Ring Supreme Slash!

Eighth Ring Supreme Slash!

Eighth Ring Supreme Slash!

From the strange perspective of the time-stopping slash, Trier's eight consecutive attacks all landed squarely on Lothaway's face!

"Boom!" Amidst the surging holy flames, the special vision suddenly shattered!

P.S.: Second update, third update tonight! Finished writing Volume 3 today!

Chapter 279 Time-Stopping Slash (Part 3)

With the Time Stop Slash empowered, Trill's all-out attack unleashed unprecedented power!

—It's dawn.

The pale light of the holy flame, like a sharp blade cleaving the sky, silently split the vast and deep dome in two. The all-encompassing holy flame dispelled all darkness and shadows, and under its dazzling and scorching halo, even the brilliant starlight paled in comparison, as if it had sunk into a dark abyss.

This was just the beginning. Almost the instant the first beam of holy light flashed, one after another, sharp beams of holy light burst forth. Scorching vortexes and holy flames tore through the sky like raging waves, then roared and surged toward the distant foothills of Mount Saint-Saëns.

The next instant, an extremely sharp sonic boom suddenly exploded! The vortex burning with holy flames spread its wings like a phoenix announcing the arrival of dawn, and then continued to expand to both sides. In just a few breaths, the pale holy flames enveloped the entire sky.

Hult, hiding in the outer city, raised his head blankly. His eyes reflected the magnificent holy flame in the night sky. Under the light of the holy flame, all shadows disappeared, and the dark dome was tinged with a pale purple like dawn. In an instant, the pale purple turned into an indigo mixed with emerald green with the light, and rainbows seemed to rise from the edge of the expanding holy flame.

"What is that?" He blinked blankly.

The soldier with the guokui (a type of helmet) murmured, "That's the Supreme Sage's Str

The dazzling holy flames piercing the sky continued to spread northward. Three nine-ringed holy slashes created pillars of light that flowed through the sky like a milky white river. The remaining eight-ringed holy slashes meandered beside the river like tributaries. The light reflected on the clouds and then fell downward, illuminating the entire foothills of Mount Saint-Saëns in darkness. The darkness faded, and shadows emerged from the dense fir forest—the scorching sword energy transformed into a gale, sweeping across the cold green tips of the fir trees. In that instant, all the treetops tilted slightly to the north, the bushes rustled, and the thick, cold fog of the night seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, suddenly flowing northward.

In his human form, Aurelius suddenly collapsed to the ground, his heavy body crushing the bright red berries in the bushes and startling a group of rabbits.

—The moment he sensed Losevie's presence, Aurelius escaped from Eraf. At that moment, he was stunned by the strange phenomenon in the sky.

"Is this Trier's Holy Slash?" The bronze dragon stared in disbelief. He looked at Eraf in the distance, then his pupils suddenly contracted before turning back to the holy flames in the sky.

The holy flames, like an arrow that never stops, continued to fly north.

If we zoom out to near-Earth orbit, we can clearly see a pure white wedge-shaped beam of light rapidly advancing along the pale troposphere—a massive white gas layer slowly dissipates towards both sides of the wedge, while on the opposite side of the wedge point, a symmetrical wedge-shaped cyclone is also slowly spreading.

At this moment, the battle in the outer city area has completely ended.

Whether it was the Asmo army that was massacring the city, or the Christian defenders and citizens who were fighting to the death, they all laid down their weapons at this moment.

Futia wiped the blood from her face and stared blankly at the highest point of the upper city. With her extraordinary perception, she clearly saw the starting point of the holy flame that swept across the sky—the starting point of the holy flame was the blade in Trier's hand.

“By the radiance above, this is a miracle,” she heard Noy murmur to herself.

Fythia was silent for a moment, then retorted very seriously, "That's Trier's Holy Slash!"

At this moment, Lady Bloodthorn, far away in the abyss, was completely speechless. She stared blankly at the crystal ball on the table, her purple eyes seemingly devoid of any light. The Great Fireball, sealed in the distant Dream Realm prison, was now trembling terribly, its flames dimming. Fusada of the Dream Realm was completely silent, her cheeks puffed out, her transparent, cicada-wing-like wings trembling involuntarily.

"What is this thing?" She bit her finger, then shook her head. "Is this some kind of scary prank?"

Meanwhile, in the Everglades, somewhere in front of a glass curtain wall.

"The vanishing air currents bring news from afar," a figure draped in a black robe muttered to himself. "In that land fertile with life and food, the struggle of the ambitious seems to have come to an end."

"However, who can deal with Lothaway? I'm afraid even the gods themselves wouldn't be a match for her."

The figure turned around, revealing a face made entirely of silver metal, with red light surging in his eyes. He then bent down and picked up a crystal ball from the table.

A moment later, he silently put down the crystal ball, and then suddenly laughed.

“How novel this is,” the ancient lich Rakwald muttered to himself. “Lossevier has been thrown back into her casket.”

So it snapped its fingers and summoned the ghostly servants on duty.

Shattered Star Islands, top of the Star Monitoring Tower.

Futia's mother, the legendary Evocation Mage, Planeswalker Liina, suddenly pushed open the door and walked into the communications room with a gloomy expression.

— Just over ten minutes ago, the Fate Tribunal suddenly declared a state of emergency and immediately convened an emergency decision-making meeting limited to legendary elven spellcasters.

PS: Third update. Ahem, I haven't finished writing Volume 3 yet, I'll continue writing tomorrow.

Chapter 280 The Elves' Meeting

At this moment, the narrow pine conference table was filled with blue virtual projections on both sides. The moment Irina pushed open the door and entered, the previously noisy conference room immediately fell silent.

Irina walked slowly to the empty seat, then pulled out a chair and sat down without any hesitation—Irina knew very well that some people at this meeting had ill intentions.

However, she had no desire to attend this ridiculous meeting. All she wanted to do was immediately open a portal, rush to the southern duchy of the Kingdom of Orco, and rescue her daughter, Futia, from that increasingly dangerous vortex!

Irina really doesn't want to lose another daughter.

Asa, the newly appointed director, a master of the School of Prophecy, and the president of the University of the Sun, sat at the end of the table and frowned slightly. However, when Irina's gaze swept over him, he immediately lowered his head.

"Ahem." Schilzson, the rotating chairman of the council and the undisputed authority of the School of Bewitching and Control, coughed lightly twice before saying dryly, "Gentlemen, now that everyone is here, let's begin—as is customary, I will preside over the meeting."

Irina raised her deep blue eyes and glanced at the other person almost imperceptibly.

Even by elf standards, Schilzson was far too old; he looked excessively old—his eyelids always drooped, his cloudy eyes looked like mud-covered glass, and his face, covered with brown age spots, was wrinkled, reminiscent of a dehydrated frog.

It is worth mentioning that Asa, the newly elected director of the Trial of Fate, is Schilzson's youngest son.

“Everyone should know the theme of this meeting.” Schilzson paused for a moment as if he had forgotten his words, tapped his temple, and then continued, “Just now, several anomalies occurred throughout the Prime Material Plane.”

"First, all the swords on the prime material plane trembled to varying degrees, and at the same time, they were all enveloped in a pale white light. This phenomenon lasted for a minute and has not caused any harm so far."

"Secondly, there are abnormal weather changes."

At this point, Schilzson rubbed his eyes and then pointed out the window.

The pale holy flames outside the window, resembling a galaxy, had not yet dissipated, and the entire night sky was as bright as day.

"A giant shock wave of unknown origin has appeared in the stratosphere. According to emergency statistics, many areas have suffered from the resulting torrential rain disasters. At the same time, six to seven of our ports are facing the threat of a giant tsunami. We must come up with a feasible spell plan within twelve hours at the latest and provide it to the Grand Council for consultation."

At that moment, Asa abruptly interrupted the rotating chairman's speech, saying in a slightly impatient voice, "We must find out the cause of this anomaly, otherwise any magical disaster relief plan we make will just be wishful thinking."

“He’s right,” a board member immediately echoed. “Knowing the reasons is the only way to avoid wasting effort.”

Schilzson seemed not to hear him and continued, "Thirdly, according to the report from the Star Monitoring Department, the flow of time in the Prime Material Plane has undergone subtle changes. This means that a Saint has descended upon the Prime Material Plane and used divine power to freeze time."

At this point, Schilzson suddenly fell silent. As if suffering from dementia, his cloudy eyes stared unfocused ahead. As the bombshell news of the bombing broke, the entire communications room suddenly became noisy.

Irina had no intention of participating in the discussion. She crossed her arms and looked coldly at Schilzson—she wanted to see what kind of show he was going to put on today.

She knew perfectly well that Schildson was feigning drowsiness; his current pause was a wait for his friend to speak.

As expected, the three monks sitting next to her spoke up.

"The three things are clearly connected, so what is the result of the prophecy and divination?"

“It’s a complete mess, impossible to see through,” Silvers said calmly. “Divine power has shielded everything.”

"Has the Religious Council received any divine decree?" the three monks continued their charade.

"A hush fell over the room. The rotating chairperson over there was the high priestess of the Sunset Sages, and she made it clear that there would be no news for some time to come." Schilzson's eyes seemed to grow increasingly cloudy.

At this point, Schiltzson paused again, extending his withered, zombie-like fingers, and the noise in the conference room immediately ceased.

"However, one thing is certain: the general area of ​​all these unusual activities is the southern duchy of the Kingdom of Orco."

Irina's heart sank; she suddenly realized that Schilzson was after her this time.

His only daughter, Futia, lives in the southern duchy, and the other side will definitely use this as a starting point to launch an attack.

An eerie silence fell over the communications room once again. After a moment, Schilzson's youngest son, Asa, spoke again.

"What did the Human Diplomacy Response Council say?"

Schilzson slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes seeming to brighten a little.

"The deputy head of Shadowblade is also in the meeting. Why don't we listen to his opinion?"

An elf sitting next to Asa slowly rose and then bowed to the thirteen legendary mages present.

"Your Excellencies, we currently do not have any dedicated intelligence personnel in the Kingdom of Orko," he said in a deep voice. "However, there happens to be a military attaché from the embassy in the southern duchy of the Kingdom of Orko."

Another murmur broke out in the communications room, this time Schilzson didn't suppress it.

"Who is that person?" Asa asked in a cold voice.

The deputy leader of Shadowblade hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Master Irina's daughter, Futia Shadowpo."

When Fatih's name appeared in the conference room, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

At that moment, Schiltzson turned his head silently, like a ghost, and looked at Irina with bright eyes—where was his dazed and confused state now? His imposing and chilling aura was almost like a sharp knife!

"Oh, what a coincidence." Silz opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "What insightful opinion does Master Irina have?"

Irina slowly stood up and said softly, "I wouldn't presume to offer such insightful opinions, but I do have some thoughts on the matter."

PS: One chapter of water.

Chapter 281 The Evil Alliance (Part 1)

"I wouldn't presume to offer my insights, but I do have some thoughts on the matter."

Irina slowly stood up and pointed to the pure white holy flame outside the window, which resembled a beacon in the Milky Way.

“The massive shockwave from the stratosphere wasn’t caused by Evocation magic.” Irina raised her head, the pure white holy flames reflected in her azure eyes. “It wasn’t caused by divine power either.”

The communications room was silent; no one uttered a word of rebuttal.

More than a decade ago, Irina was recognized worldwide as a master of evocation magic.

Although Irina has been forced into self-exile for causing an unprecedented and horrific explosion at the former royal court, her strength and understanding of evocation magic have become increasingly refined, and she has now gradually reached an incomprehensible level.