Azure Scepter

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Is Trier really a saint?!

The lightning slowly dissipated, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone. As the leader's ashes slowly drifted away, the corpses of the guards displayed between the seats all began to move.

—The groundbreaking, fatal wounds began to heal rapidly, the stopped heart started beating again, and even the severed neck began to regrow fibrous granulation tissue...

The guards who had died in the cathedral were all resurrected by Trier!

The dead moneylender suddenly opened his eyes.

Cold, shivering...

He took a few deep breaths, and then his dilated and frozen pupils slowly contracted back to normal size. He struggled to sit up.

Isn’t he dead?

What happened?

He looked around blankly.

At this moment, a large number of assassins dropped their weapons and fled in panic.

Seemingly overcome by overwhelming fear, one of the assassins beside him suddenly collapsed to the ground. As soon as he fell, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "By the Radiance! We meant no harm to Saint Trier..."

Saint Terre!?

The lender paused for a moment, then his breathing suddenly became heavy.

It was Lord Trier who saved me from death!

He suddenly stood up, then knelt down in a frenzy: "Praise be to Saint Terre!"

This seemed to be a signal, and all the resurrected guards shouted wildly.

Inside the church of St. Ser, praises of Trier echoed.

Trier shook his head and then looked away from the cathedral area.

Since he currently lacks divinity and cannot store the divine power generated by faith for an extended period, he simply converted the divine power generated by the current survivors of Eraf into the resurrection of this group, which also brought him more than a dozen new fanatics.

Logically speaking, resurrection spells consume enormous amounts of energy and cannot be sustained solely by constantly generated divine power. However, as a legendary necromancer, Trier was well-versed in efficient methods for treating various external injuries, thus greatly increasing the efficiency of his divine power usage and unleashing this truly miraculous spell.

Besides making full use of divine power, Trier also released this divine spell to put further pressure on Saint Seir, who was now eager to find out the other party's plans.

However, at that moment, Trier suddenly frowned.

From the darkness in the distance of the sewers, a conversation could be faintly heard.

“According to the original plan, the spies should have already controlled the road to the Golden Palace, and Count Bortard’s troops would attack the undefended Golden Palace—this is a false plan, the purpose of which is to make Trier think that the opponents are nothing special, thus lowering his guard,” a somewhat familiar voice whispered.

Trier recalled for a moment, then realized that the voice belonged to Nordman's deputy, whose name seemed to be Williams.

"So what is the real plan?" another unfamiliar voice asked.

“The original plan was to dig a tunnel and then use a large number of barrels of rune crystal powder to blow Trier into the sky,” Williams said. “But the team responsible for digging the tunnel went missing in the sewers a few days ago, so we have a bold guess.”

"What guess?"

“Trill is hiding in the old sewers,” Williams sneered. “While things are in chaos, we need to find Trill’s real spellcasting location, and then we can go find Duke Cohen. With the legendary swordsman ambushing the legendary mage and our assistance, this battle will be a piece of cake. Once Trill is dead, this conflict will be over.”

"Why are you only telling me the real plan now?" the unfamiliar voice asked in a deep voice.

Williams chuckled, “I’ve met Trier. He’s an incredibly meticulous man, and he’s likely on guard. So, if our initial plans had failed, I would have considered betraying you and surrendering to Trier—but now that the initial plans are going well, I can naturally tell you the real plan.”

"You are honest."

"Who can disagree, Lady Withered Rose?"

Chapter 324 Terrifying Slaughter (Part 1)

The sewers were dark and gloomy, and with each breath, a pungent, putrid stench would assault the nostrils.

Trier remained in the shadows, quietly observing the intruders not far away through a pre-arranged "secret eye."

The old sewer system was a maze of interconnected paths and numerous branching points. Chaotic urban planning and continuous expansion turned the sewers into a veritable labyrinth.

However, if viewed from above, the old sewers reveal an internal structure. Essentially, it can be likened to a tree-like structure with the main drainage channel as its trunk and interconnected waterways.

At that moment, at the corner of the main drainage ditch at the edge of Trier's view, a faint light appeared.

Clusters of spherical "light spells" floated in the air, their soft white light dispelling the sticky shadows. Beneath the light, at least nearly a hundred fully armed warriors were advancing rapidly.

These people acted swiftly and efficiently; they were all at least mid-level professionals, and some were even high-level professionals.

Compared to the so-called assassins on the ground, these people were several levels more professional—theoretically, if they swarmed in, they would already pose a certain threat to Trier.

Trier didn't rush into action. He took a deep breath and patiently searched the crowd for a noteworthy target.

After all, careful planning before action is essential to minimize the risk of accidents, and any plan requires information gathering. Therefore, rather than rushing into killing, it is better to plan the order of killings before taking action.

Soon, he noticed several rather unusual people in the crowd.

The first person worth noting was the one who had just spoken with the spy. He was wearing a rather conspicuous gold cloak and was toying with a pale, sickle-shaped short sword in his hand. A black gem was inlaid on the hilt of the short sword, and a withered rose was carved on the gem.

The leader of the "Withered Rose" organization, a highly skilled and infamous legendary shadow warrior, should be dealt with first if given the chance.

Trier narrowed his eyes slightly, shifting his gaze to the second unusual person.

It was a half-giant dressed as a priest, extremely tall, his head almost touching the top of the drainage ditch, and the giant iron hammer in his hand looked like a battering ram. In the divine vision, this half-giant emitted a faint golden light.

This half-giant was a priest blessed by Saint Seir, and judging from the intensity of the golden light emanating from him, he seemed to have been blessed recently.

Beside the half-giant was an otherworldly divine servant disguised as an ordinary warrior. He held a sword and shield, his brows furrowed, and his slightly narrowed eyes watched every shadow with the vigilance of a cat, wary of any possible sneak attack.

Behind the shield of the otherworldly divine servant was the last person worth noting.

Unlike the other several who looked quite powerful, the last special person looked rather weak. She was a paladin wearing a holy emblem, and the warriors around her intentionally or unintentionally protected her in the center of the group.

Trier narrowed his eyes slightly. He subconsciously felt that something was definitely wrong with this paladin. After all, judging from the usual behavior of the otherworldly servants under Saint Seir, if this paladin was not special, then the otherworldly servants would not be able to protect her.

Short, light blonde hair, freckles, and blue eyes filled with tension and unease...

To be fair, Trier felt that this paladin didn't seem like a seasoned veteran at all; he seemed more like an apprentice still undergoing training.

Trier narrowed his eyes slightly. He decided to kill the paladin second. After all, such an unpredictable but easy-to-deal-with person should be at the top of the kill list.

After determining the order of killing, Trier silently crushed a magic storage stone, creating an illusion of himself in front of him.

Then Trier drew his longsword, pressed himself against the wall, and crept into the darkness beside the phantom.

As the number of battles increased, his stealth ability also continued to improve. Now, even when wearing heavy armor, he was almost completely integrated with the shadows.

My heartbeat quickened slowly. The moss-covered walls were slippery and cold. The hazy halo of light from the spell in the distance became clearer, and the noisy footsteps grew closer.

As they ventured deeper into the sewers, the previously dense ranks began to disperse into smaller search teams, with the leader of the "Withered Rose" stealthily making its way along the main channel.

Closer, closer.

Trier stared at the leader of the "Withered Rose" in the queue. Suddenly, the leader seemed to realize something and looked up sharply at the illusion that Trier had created.

"Crack!"

The next instant, a crisp sound of a mirror shattering suddenly came from the phantom.

Trier turned his head sharply and was astonished to find that the assassin in the golden robe had somehow plunged a sword into the illusion's head!

"Snap!" Trier's illusion instantly exploded into a cloud of white mist.

The leader of the "Withered Rose" in the queue is also a fake! The real "Withered Rose" has already entered stealth mode!

In a flash, Trier burst out of the shadows, his sword slashing down directly at his opponent's head.

"Buzz!"

Amidst the sharp hum of the sword blades, all the light spells in the distance abruptly went out, plunging everything into a thick darkness.

As darkness fell, the assassin looked stunned. The next moment, he seemed to realize something and suddenly turned his head to look behind him. In the next instant, Trier's blade sliced ​​him in two from head to crotch, and skin and flesh sprayed out in a radial pattern like fireworks.

Amidst a shower of blood, two severed body parts fell to the ground with a thud.

However, at that moment, Trier's pupils contracted slightly, and he instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

This amount of bleeding is definitely not normal; there's something wrong with the body!

He suddenly turned around, without even looking, and unleashed a Supreme Slash behind him.

"boom!"

In the shadows, a monster wielding a scythe-shaped short sword suddenly burst into flames, and raging holy flames exploded instantly.

The pale flames dispelled the shadows, and Trier could see the other person's face clearly.

The monster's gray skin was now charred, and holy flames raged across its face like an executioner's axe over its blurred head. Yet, even with such severe injuries, the monster still wore an eerie smile.

"Withered Rose" is not human at all; it is a high-ranking assassin demon from hell!

The leader of the Withered Rose, a secret organization that appears to be loyal to a certain demon lord, is actually a devil from hell!

Trier took a half-step back, dodging the assassin's final desperate slash. Then, with a slight flick of his wrist, the sword flashed across the assassin's neck like a bolt of lightning.

cut!

At that moment, the light spell of the team in the distance finally restarted.

In the public eye, with just a flash of white light, the legendary and extremely powerful "Withered Rose" was cleaved in two. The holy flames illuminated the waterfall of blood, turning the entire sewer a blood-red hue, like a scene from hell.

In the crimson light, Trier's face flashed by as he suddenly stretched out his left hand toward the crowd in the main canal.

Exhaustion wave!

The air began to fluctuate under the influence of magic, and the visible gray waves extinguished the light spell like an iron hand.

The light went out, and darkness returned.

The next instant, a muffled groan and a roar suddenly burst forth from the darkness, followed by a sharp, piercing wail, accompanied by the shrill sound of metal cutting through flesh.

In the darkness, people seemed to fall into a brief panic. Among the dense and chaotic footsteps, one rather heavy footstep stood out.

Finally, someone lit a spare pine torch.

The dim firelight flickered, and all around were severed limbs and blood. The torchbearer suddenly raised his hand to illuminate the way ahead. The next moment, Trier suddenly sprang out of the shadows. He stomped his foot on the ground, and the moss-covered gray stone slabs of the sewer suddenly shattered. The flame of the pine torch was momentarily extinguished, followed by flying metal fragments. With a furious shout, the cold light of a sword struck and sparks flew, followed by a sudden burst of scalding blood.

Finally, a short scream rang out, and the dim pine torch crashed to the ground with a bang, only to be extinguished by Trier's foot.

Many members of the "Withered Rose" group are actually assassins in disguise.

But in Trier's presence, these murderous devils were no different from anyone else. In less than three seconds, the entire main canal area was littered with corpses.

In the darkness, the last surviving assassin also wielded a pale, scythe-shaped dagger—the leader of the "Withered Rose" organization was actually played by two assassins taking turns.

Trier's eyes were fierce. He glanced at the last assassin, then suddenly stepped forward and plunged his sword into the assassin's mouth, the tip of the sword emerging from the back of the assassin's head.

Without stopping, his shoulders and elbows slumped slightly, and then he pulled hard, snapping the assassin's neck bone with tremendous force, turning his head a full 180 degrees.

This assassin could no longer laugh.

Trier drew his sword with a backhand motion and then beheaded the assassin's corpse.

As the killings intensified, panic began to spread, and the teams scattered in other directions became aware of Trier's attack.

Although these people were mostly well-trained, battle-hardened veterans, screams and prayers still rose and fell amidst Trier's horrific slaughter. The darkness and the cloyingly thick smell of blood, like sticky tentacles penetrating the crevices of everyone's brains, solidified the fear into a tangible form.

Trier flicked his sword slightly, and human and demon blood mingled together, round droplets of blood dripping down the blade. The brutal killing focused his attention even more, and his adrenaline turned into a kind of violent excitement.

The Light spell reappeared, and the instant the light reappeared, Trier lunged at the paladin's ranks. As he pushed off the ground, all the Light spells were annihilated once more.

—As a master of magic, it is virtually impossible for Trier to maintain a magical trick in front of him for an extended period of time.

At this moment, the young paladin seemed to be terrified. Although she gripped the greatsword tightly, under the pressure, she actually closed her eyes, and crystal tears streamed down her face.

Tears streamed down her face as she swung her sword haphazardly.

Trier intended to leap over the wall of spears and behead the paladin opposite him with a single sword strike, but in the next instant, the divine shield on his body shattered!

"boom!"

Suddenly, a burst of fire erupted from the plate armor, and pale holy flames exploded beside Trier's face!

Trill was taken aback and was somewhat bewildered by what had just happened.

Almost simultaneously, the otherworldly attendant beside the paladin rushed forward and delivered a vicious thrust directly into Trier's throat!

Despite the excruciating pain, Trier suppressed his shock and agony, remained silent, gently slid to the right, then suddenly raised his sword above his head and slashed forward.

The blades clashed suddenly, but Trier's sword tip swung around, sparks bursting from the otherworldly servant's sword spine, slid across the hilt, and then severed the three fingers holding the sword.

As a sword saint, Trier's swordsmanship far surpassed that of the otherworldly divine servant. Therefore, although his opponent had the upper hand, he was seriously injured in just one round of sword fighting.

The paladin raised his greatsword, still burning with holy flames, once more—