Azure Scepter

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"Ah, so you really are here."

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Chapter 267 Princess, Knight, Paladin

Trier turned to look at the silver mirror beside him.

Before anyone knew it, a layer of ochre-red mist enveloped the mirror, and through the mirror, Trier could vaguely see a pair of captivating purple eyes.

A moment later, the ochre-red fog slowly dissipated, and Lady Bloodthorn, dressed in a semi-transparent silk robe, appeared in the mirror. At this moment, this powerful demon lord was sitting in front of a table full of skulls.

“Demon Lord!” Edith instinctively gripped her longsword, but when she saw Trier’s calm expression, she took a deep breath and slowly released her grip on the hilt.

While the Demon Lord is certainly untrustworthy, since Trier hasn't made a move, she shouldn't either.

Edith knew very well that his information was limited and he knew almost nothing about the higher-level game, so rather than making trouble, he decided to trust Trier completely and just carry out the orders.

Trier looked steadily into Lady Bloodthorn's eyes.

"What are you trying to say? I don't think you're here just for idle chatter, are you?"

Lady Bloodthorn crossed her arms, rested her chin on the back of her hands, pondered for a moment, and then chuckled, "This chainmail is quite nice, but it's a bit worn out. The bloodstains have seeped into the iron rings, so it probably won't be easy to change it."

Trier glanced at Lothaway, who was wreaking havoc outside the window, and then said directly, "Are you using the chainmail as a metaphor for the body Lothaway is using?"

Ms. Bloodthorn revealed a sweet smile.

“I thought you would like these dramatic expressions—Little Edith would definitely love them, wouldn’t she?”

Trier didn't reply; he continued to stare calmly into the succubus's eyes.

Ms. Bloodthorn did not look away. She picked up the wine glass filled with blood-red liquid, took a small sip, and her lips became even redder.

"Heh, you guessed the answer right away, how boring." The succubus chuckled. "Trill, people who are too smart can be quite dull—am I right, little Edith? Isn't the lover you're longing for a bit too straightforward and boring?"

Edith remained silent.

Recalling the principle of "remaining unchanged in the face of all changes" mentioned in "The Succubus and the Bishop," she simply imitated Trill's expression, staring sternly at the demon lord.

"Stop beating around the bush, what exactly are you trying to say?" Trier said coldly. "Time is limited, I can only hear five more sentences from you at most."

Lady Bloodthorn narrowed her eyes slightly, but the next moment, she revealed an enigmatic smile.

“As a reward for answering the riddle correctly, I’ll give you two pieces of information for free—but I think you probably already knew them.” She gave Edith a meaningful look.

“I don’t know,” Trier said, shaking his head frankly.

Upon hearing Trier's answer, Lady Bloodthorn paused for a moment, then her violet eyes inexplicably brightened. She licked her lips and slowly brought her face closer to the mirror.

“Interesting, Trier, you are really interesting. You are becoming more and more unpredictable. You are much more interesting than the ancestors of this body.”

“You have three more sentences to say,” Trier said in a deep voice. “If you don’t hurry up and speak, Losevie will storm the Tower of Stars.”

Ms. Bloodthorn slowly raised a finger, then her frivolous and languid tone suddenly changed.

"The first piece of intelligence is that the body that Losevie is currently using is the last avatar she can use for a short period of time. Once this avatar is burned out, she will be unable to leave the underground mirror city of Wilt City until she has completely controlled our lovely little Edith."

In shock, Edith's emerald green pupils narrowed slightly.

There is actually an underground city beneath the city of Wilt, the capital of the Southern Duchy?

Are you kidding me? !

Lady Bloodthorn glanced at Edith silently, then her lips unconsciously curled upwards.

“Little Edith, why don’t you ask Trier?” she said, then looked at Trier with amusement.

Edith was startled.

She had only slightly lost control of her micro-expressions, and the demon lord had completely seen through her thoughts.

His mistake gave the demon lord an opportunity to test Trier, and it also exposed that he and Trier did not fully share information.

This is bad!

"Da da da..."

Trier tapped the windowsill rhythmically with his index finger knuckle.

As he tapped, he slowly searched his memory.

During the game's first major expansion, he was engrossed in learning necromancy in the Great Swamp region and paid little attention to the outside world. However, he vaguely remembered that after Lorraine's death at the end of the expansion, someone had found this hidden city through a seemingly ordinary haunted quest.

However, the exploration of that city was extremely difficult—it wasn't until the end of the Divine Descent version that a demigod player, leading more than a dozen legendary players, successfully completed the exploration after paying a heavy price.

1300 meters underground in the capital of the Southern Duchy, there is a perfectly mirrored replica of the city, "Mirror Wirth".

Mirror Velt does not exist entirely in the prime material plane. It is located in the dream realm, at the intersection of the material world and the negative energy plane, a chaotic place of time and space. The city was created by the water fairy lord Fusada at a very coincidental time and place, using the enormous energy generated by the defeat of all beings, as well as the miraculous magic of the dream realm.

In the game "Azure Scepter", there are three ways to enter "Mirror City": either physically enter through the dark cave below the city hall, or light expensive blood candles to project your soul into the city, or forcibly enter by using magic and divine power to tear apart divine power.

Trier raised his head and looked coldly at the smiling Bloodthorn Lady.

“There is indeed a mirror city beneath Wirth City, but that city does not exist entirely in the prime material plane. It exists in the dream realm, at the intersection of the material world and the negative energy plane. Due to the disordered spacetime, it is also called the City Before Birth.”

“That city was created by Fusada. It is almost identical to the city of Wilt on the surface, but the houses there have no windows, and there are sixty bright silver roofs and forty dark gold circular staircases—roofs and staircases are the only way to find your way in that city.”

After saying that, Trier stared into the succubus's eyes again.

The Bloodthorn Lady's expression remained unchanged; her purple eyes were fixed on him, but Trier could vaguely sense a strange heat and desire in her gaze.

Trier had expected the other party to extend a second finger and then reveal the second piece of information, but the next moment, Lady Bloodthorn suddenly put her index finger in her mouth, then stuck out her tongue and gently licked the knuckle.

“The second piece of news.” The succubus winked teasingly, then chuckled softly, “While Losevie is extremely powerful, Little Edith can greatly limit her. As for the method…”

At this point, her voice stopped abruptly.

"What is the method?" Edith asked eagerly.

Ms. Bloodthorn smiled without saying a word. She spread her five fingers, the meaning of which was self-evident—the five-sentence limit proposed by Trier had been reached.

“You can continue.” Trier narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ms. Bloodthorn chuckled and said, "I value my promises to others; five sentences are five sentences—unless..."

At this point, she slowly raised her head and said in a low voice, "—You beg me."

Trier sneered, and the next moment, to Lady Bloodthorn's astonishment, he raised the hilt of his sword.

"Crack!" The shards of the magic mirror suddenly shattered beneath the sword hilt, scattering fragments across the floor.

“Trier?” Edith looked at Trier in surprise.

Trier shook his head slightly.

“She will come back on her own. Now she is begging us, not the other way around.”

Before Edith could figure it out, the time traveler walked back to the window and calmly looked out.

At this moment, Losevie's terrifying wave of slaughter had advanced to the second wall. Blood, flesh, and severed limbs covered the entire King's Road. Although Asmo's reinforcements continued to pour in, they were unable to stop Losevie's advance.

Lorraine is getting closer and closer to the angels of the second curtain.

A few minutes later, the shards of mirror scattered on the ground once again swirled into a thick, reddish-brown mist, and then, as if time had reversed, the millions of fragments coalesced back into a mirror.

"Aren't you afraid of losing both sides?" Lady Bloodthorn's voice came again, with a hint of resentment in it.

Trier glanced back at the mirror, and the next moment, he was taken aback.

The Bloodthorn Lady in the mirror had a flushed face. The wine glass in her slender hand was empty, and the scarlet liquid stained her smooth collarbone.

A few drops of wine trickled down her rounded calves and onto the ground. She stood on tiptoe and blinked her slightly dazed eyes.

"Just say it already, stop talking nonsense," Trier sighed, sounding somewhat impatient.

"It's this attitude and tone that's so interesting," Ms. Bloodthorn muttered to herself, her eyes brightening again.

She slowly raised her head and continued, "Lossevi can influence Edith, but Edith can also influence Lossevi. As long as they are within 100 meters of each other, both Lossevi and Edith will fall into a severe daze. The closer they are, the stronger the effect."

"So Levitt can also influence you?" Trier suddenly asked abruptly.

Lady Bloodthorn seemed to be in a very good mood. She laughed and said, "Livitt's soul is too weak. She is not on the same level as Little Edith's pure and powerful soul at all. Besides... my condition is much better than Loseweg's. Okay, I've finished speaking. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

“What risks is Edith taking?” Trier asked in a deep voice.

Ms. Bloodthorn tilted her head.

"Of course it's a battle of spirit and will. The winner lives and the loser dies. Of course, from a combat perspective, it will be a very long process. And I have confidence in Little Edith's will. After all, you've already modified her, haven't you?"

Trier remained silent, suddenly realizing the enormous impact his act of kindness might have.

Instead of exploiting Edith's vulnerability and turning her into a puppet completely dependent on him, he forced her to achieve self-awareness through torture.

But was it really necessary for Edith to take this risk, since his original plan was simply to find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack...?

Just as Trier was pondering, Edith suddenly gently grasped his hand.

She wasn't wearing iron gloves; her warm, strong hand gently clasped Trier's five fingers.

“Trier,” the princess called softly.

Trier lowered his head and looked into Edith's calm eyes.

Compared to a few weeks ago, Edith's youthful innocence has been replaced by an aura of melancholy, coldness, and determination. At this moment, she exudes an indescribable and unique charm.

It was a sacred charm that stemmed from voluntary dedication and sacrifice, much like the martyrdom of saints.

“I am willing to take this risk,” she said softly but firmly. “For the people of the kingdom, and for you, please let me fight against Losevie, Trier. I am willing to be your knight.”

Trier gripped the other's hand tightly, then slowly nodded.

“I swear to you,” Edith continued softly, “and to the paladin code that I have broken.”

As Edith spoke as if to herself, a dry, warm feeling suddenly appeared in the room, and clusters of holy halos appeared out of thin air like the rose petals at a knight's investiture ceremony.

Trier raised an eyebrow slightly.

He was all too familiar with this sight—it was the vision that a paladin experienced when he was called.

This was the third time he had seen such a sight.

“I, Edith Lorinman, will absolutely, positively not succumb to Losevie’s evil will.” Edith’s tone softened, yet grew ever more resolute. “I will be the torch against despair, the sword that pierces the darkness, the dawn that breaks the day, the shield that protects justice…”

With each word Edith spoke, her aura swelled, and the holy light swirling in the room increased. The dim holy sword at her waist emitted a faint hum, and a bright, pure silver light, like that of a star, illuminated the inscriptions on the sword.

"When all hope is lost, the value of the belief in justice is revealed." —Lossway Lorraineman.

Edith's aura intensified, and in the next moment, all the light suddenly dimmed and then converged into her chest—her shattered vow was re-formed!

Edith became a paladin of the Oath of Devotion once again, and at this moment, Trier felt that she was even stronger than when they first met!

However, the next moment, Lady Bloodthorn's voice directly shattered this sacred yet enchanting atmosphere.

“What an ambiguous posture! But what will Noi and Futia think?” Lady Bloodthorn sneered. “A holy appearance, pious actions, and sacred sacrifices—all of these are merely cloaks to conceal lust.”

"Say what you will, succubus, I don't care at all," Edith said calmly. "You just can't stand paladins, and the holy light has burned your vile soul."

Trier's lips twitched slightly—Edith was actually reciting lines from "The Succubus and the Bishop" in a serious manner.

The succubus covered her face and chuckled, "On the contrary, I adore the paladin—now I'm starting to believe you can defeat Losevie. Don't disappoint me, paladin."

After saying that, Ms. Xuejing, somewhat flustered, took the initiative to cut off the contact.

Before the connection was completely severed, Edith turned her head and looked intently at Lothaway in the distance.

At this moment, Lorraine had already broken through the last line of defense formed by the high-ranking celestial beings and rushed directly in front of the angel. She grabbed the angel by the neck, lifted the angel into the air like a dying sparrow, and then slammed it against the curtain wall.

"Bang!" The angel exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and visible cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, causing the entire second curtain wall to tremble.

“My will is stronger than hers because I did not give up my belief in justice, but she did,” Edith said in a deep voice.

As Edith finished speaking, the mirror that Lady Bloodthorn had conjured with magic suddenly shattered into pieces once more.

"Bang!" The second curtain wall and the mirror shattered into pieces!

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Chapter 268 Confrontation

The cold wind was like a knife, and the pungent smell of blood was mixed with distant and shrill screams—as the second curtain wall was smashed by Losevie's hammer, the once solemn top of the Star Tower was now tinged with a restless atmosphere.

At this moment, the legendary monk gazed at the crumbling base of the curtain wall, the dust rising from the falling rubble, and the army that surged forward like a tide and was easily torn apart like rag dolls. A sense of bewilderment arose in his heart.

The power of that blue-haired woman in the white robe was terrifying beyond anything he had ever seen before—he had lived for nearly three hundred years and had experienced countless bloody battles across different planes, but the scene before him was indeed too horrifying.

With a flash of the sword, another surge of crimson light appeared, and she was getting closer and closer to the Star Tower.

The monk's mind raced, his eyes quickly glancing at Saint Seil's retreating figure before he continued to keep his head down and remain silent.