Azure Scepter

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Laura, holding the spell, sat down in the chair with a gloomy expression, while Livitt quietly hid in the wardrobe.

Time passed second by second, and as time went by, all three teams entered the Star Tower.

"咚咚-"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Livitt stared nervously at the door; Raoul, on the other hand, suddenly gave a somewhat stiff smile, then slowly walked towards the door.

"crunch..."

Laura slowly pushed open the door.

A young maid, dressed in a pleated maid's skirt and with a face full of freckles, pushed a food cart into the room.

“Granny, His Highness ordered me to bring you breakfast.” As she spoke, she lifted the silver tray. “It’s a plate of fried bacon and a crown bread with scrambled eggs.”

"Thank you." Lore took the breakfast, then asked seemingly casually, "By the way, what's going on outside?"

The maid blinked blankly, then managed to say, "Perhaps it's because it's going to rain?"

"Rain? Of course, it's to capture the vessel for the demon lord's descent."

Suddenly, a low, cold voice came from the end of the corridor.

Granny Lor's veins bulged on the back of her hand, but the next moment, she forcibly suppressed her physical reaction and then looked up at the end of the corridor.

—Accompanied by heavy footsteps, the Scepter-wielding knight wearing a pure white mask, along with other soldiers in gray cloaks and bird-shaped masks, all rushed straight into the room!

Hiding in the closet, Levitt wanted to scream, but she was still rational. She tried her best to cover her mouth and not let out a sound. Fear, like the dark blue fingers of a dead man in the winter night, reached into her heart.

“A vessel for the Demon Lord’s descent?” Granny Lor’s eyes widened, and she repeated incredulously, “Sir, we must act quickly. If the Demon Lord really descends upon the Material World, we will all die.”

“Well said, Madam.” Sir Scepter nodded slightly. “Therefore, for our common good, we must now apprehend all those under the age of 16 in the Upper City. I believe you, with your wisdom, can certainly understand this.”

Before she could finish speaking, the soldiers wearing bird-shaped masks roughly grabbed the maid's limbs and then slammed her to the ground.

"Bang!" A dull sound of bones cracking echoed in the room.

Inside the wardrobe, Livitt stared wide-eyed in horror at the maid lying on the floor like a rag doll. The maid's eyes were filled with fear and pain as she gasped for breath, pinkish blood slowly trickling from the corner of her mouth and splattering onto her freckles.

Livitt felt as if her spirit had exploded. She knew that the maid who brought her food had suffered an undeserved misfortune because of her.

Granny Lor's face darkened, and she gently raised her hand.

The next instant, countless yellow halos of magic enveloped her—her withered and shriveled muscles immediately swelled up, and within a few breaths, the gaunt, elderly court mage transformed into a warrior with muscles more muscular than any other.

"Tansen's Transfiguration?" Sir Scepter chuckled. "What do you mean by that?"

“Release her. She could never be the vessel for the Demon Lord,” Granny Lor said coldly. “This is a crime. If Her Highness the Princess finds out about your bestiality, you will surely be executed.”

She suddenly drew her longsword, her aged hand slowly stroking the back of the blade. The next instant, a ball of eerie green flame, crackling with purple lightning, burst forth from the back of the sword.

"Hahahaha!" Sir Scepter burst into laughter as if he had heard a funny joke.

After a long pause, he suddenly straightened up and said fiercely, "You're so stupid as to threaten me with that marionette Edith, it's ridiculous—old nanny, if you dare to scare me with her again, I'll skin you alive first."

After saying that, Sir Scepter suddenly walked out of the room without any apparent reason.

Granny Lor's face twitched slightly, and her chest heaved violently, but after a long while, she did not move.

"Cut off this maid's limbs," the female adjutant behind the Scepter whispered the order. "Remember to cast Silence first; the Scepter doesn't like to hear screams."

"No, please don't do this!" the maid pleaded, her blue eyes filled with fear and despair. "Master, please, I'm not married yet."

The adjutant gave a contemptuous smile, squatted down, took out a dagger, and gently pressed it against the maid's wrist.

"Stop your men right now! Sir Scepter, you are a holy knight who has sworn an oath!" Mother Roel shouted angrily, suddenly straightening her sword and pointing it at the lieutenant's bird-shaped mask.

“If I can’t see it, then it doesn’t count as breaking the oath,” Sir Scepter replied with a smile. “If the oath of a paladin is so outdated, then who would be willing to fight for justice?”

"You are a beast!" Granny Lor trembled with rage. "By the Radiance, by the Radiance!"

"Ha, thank you for the compliment." Sir Scepter laughed even more heartily. "You're already angry? Is this all the court mage is for Guest Orl?"

Granny Lor clutched her chest, but took no further action.

—Levitte knew very well that this wasn't because the old mage was afraid, but because she wanted to protect herself hiding in the wardrobe.

"Scared? If you're scared, don't pretend to be brave. Pathetic," Sir Scepter sneered.

The words of the Scepter Slayer struck Livitt's brain like a hammer blow. She felt her brain buzzing. His bizarre and outlandish remarks ignited Livitt's fear and anger like sparks, and she felt her will be completely consumed by the surging flames of rage.

Livitt looked down at the little maid on the ground. At this moment, the adjutant was laughing as he held the maid's wrist. Blood, flesh, and bone fragments gushed out with each twist of the blade. The maid's face was deathly pale, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and her tongue protruded strangely from her wide mouth in pain. However, due to the effect of the "Silence Spell," her screams were silent.

In a fleeting moment, the invisible Livitt's eyes met those of the maid, who was filled with despair and anguish.

At that moment, she seemed to feel the other person's pain and despair—she had died in her place.

At this moment, Levitt felt as if she had returned to the scene before she drank the petrification potion, when her father stuffed her into the closet; in a daze, she also felt as if she had returned to the scene before the paladin Alex left, when he made her hide in the closet.

Each time, she chose to hide obediently in the closet, while her father and mother left her, and the paladin Alex left her too. Each time, she lost everything she could lose...

Rage and fear struck Livitt's mind like whips. When the adjutant sawed off the maid's wrist, Livitt felt a taut string in her mind snap.

Perhaps I should make the necessary sacrifices.

“Forgive me, Edith,” she murmured to herself.

The next moment, she took the last match out of her pocket.

“Give me courage, Alex.” She flung open the closet door and jumped out.

"Let go, you beasts! I'm the one you're looking for!" Livetie shouted. "I am the vessel of the demon you're searching for!"

All eyes turned to Livitt.

Granny Lor looked ashen-faced, while the maid smiled as if she had seen a savior.

Levitt suddenly lit the match.

A tiny flame burned on the match, and through the flickering light, Livitt gained a little courage for self-sacrifice.

"If only I had the power to protect you all," she thought helplessly.

The next moment, her anger and will surged through her veins into her fingertips, then poured into the flame of the match like a flood.

—The tiny flame instantly exploded into a surging fire dragon, which swept over all the soldiers wearing gray cloaks in half a breath!

PS: This is the second update of a 4000-word long chapter. Thank you all for your patience over the past few days!

Chapter 245 Prelude: The Scepter, Framing, and the Mastermind

Heat burst forth, and scorching sparks sprayed wildly through the narrow corridor, flashing a fiery red light that vanished in an instant.

The adjutant wearing a bird-shaped mask stood at the front. She looked up in surprise, but before she could speak, a fire dragon roared in and she burst into flames with a "boom." The cold iron dagger flew out of her hand and turned into molten iron in half an instant, then turned into wisps of mist.

The fire dragon continued, bypassing the little maid who was screaming pitifully on the ground. Carrying the ashes of the lieutenant, it suddenly pounced on the row of gray-cloaked soldiers behind them. They screamed and fell to the ground, then burned into human-shaped embers. The scepter knight was at the very back of the line. He only had time to raise his hand to block before being swallowed by the fire dragon.

"boom!"

Acrid black smoke suddenly burst open, and the stench of incomplete combustion of nitrates and sulfur, along with dust particles, slowly permeated the entire corridor.

Granny Lor looked behind her in shock. At that moment, the little girl Livitt was standing there blankly, a dazzling flame burning quietly in her palm.

"A warlock?" Laura murmured. "Radiance... such destructive power..."

Suddenly, Livitt's pupils contracted sharply.

"Granny, behind us!"

Rachel was startled and quickly turned around, instinctively swinging her sword to block—the iron boots suddenly stepped out of the smoke, and the cold longsword slashed out suddenly, pulling the airflow!

"boom!"

Suddenly, the longsword struck the hilt of Roel's sword. Sparks flew as the blades clashed, and in the reflection of the blades, the face beneath the mask of the Scepter Knight flashed by.

It was a hideous face as black as night, with a pair of golden pupils beneath his broad forehead.

—The Scepter is not human; he is an Asmo with celestial blood!

Asmo is neither an angel nor an ordinary human; they are a hybrid of humans and celestial beings, with their most distinctive feature being their golden pupils.

The Lord of the Scepter was not burned at the stake!

Laura's heart sank. She quickly stepped back and resumed her sword stance, but the enemy's second attack followed like a shadow—

"Clap!"

Under the immense force, Roel's longsword was instantly forced out of its center line, and a line of blood splattered from her forearm straight to her collarbone. She screamed, the longsword slipped from her hand, and she herself fell to the ground with a "bang".

—She was not a warrior after all. She used Tansen's Transformation Technique to gain the physique of a warrior, but her skills were nothing compared to those of a real warrior.

"She's quite capable, old lady."

Sir Scepter's cold gaze swept over Laura. He licked his bleeding gums and then spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm at Laura.

At this moment, the scepter looked nothing like a paladin, nor like the kind-hearted Asmo. His fierce, blood-stained face and bloodthirsty eyes were no different from those of a demon from hell.

The drifting black smoke seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand, slowly condensing into vortex after vortex. As the vortexes of smoke gradually coalesced, the soldiers who had been burned to ashes slowly reformed into human shapes.

All the soldiers have come back to life!

Granny Lor sat on the ground, staring blankly at the bizarre scene unfolding before her eyes—

The next moment, an ice spike pierced into the eye socket of the Scepter Knight!

Levitt cast the spell again!

"Foolish warlock."

Sir Scepter reached out and pried the ice spike out of his eye socket, then threw the ice spike, still with the eyeball stuck in it, on the ground. Half a second later, a brand new eyeball grew out of his eye socket.

The Lord of the Scepter raised his head, revealing a sinister smile.

“Very good, we’ve found the vessel for the demon.” He walked slowly toward Livitt. “For Saint Seir, seize it.”

Mother Rohr looked in despair at the "Scepter" knight who was slowly walking toward Livitt.

—The Scepter is extremely powerful, almost legendary. With the blessing of divine magic, conventional evocation spells have no effect on him at all!

They had absolutely no chance of winning; they were doomed.

Just as she was in despair, an idea suddenly flashed into the mind of the court mage.

Perhaps... Trier can hear her own prayers?

She struggled to reach out and grab the magic book Trier had given her; a cold sensation immediately came from the corner of the book.

"Ms. Trier, I need help..." she murmured to herself.

It had no effect—the scepter continued to slowly approach Livitt, the gale outside continued to batter the windows, the golden curtains were blown high, and the gloomy weather continued to brew a storm.

“I’ve really gone mad.” Laura sadly let go of his hand, staring at the invincible scepter knight with self-reproach.

Sir Scepter stepped on the little maid's hand and then raised his longsword.

"Stop yelling, it's too noisy," he sneered.

The next moment, he swung his longsword down toward the maid's neck.

"boom!"

In an instant, a golden bolt of lightning suddenly struck the room!

A dazzling golden light and a deafening roar suddenly swept through the entire room.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. Roel's eyes widened as she saw the lightning, like divine punishment, strike the Scepter Knight directly!

The seemingly invulnerable scepter knight suddenly froze, as if stepped into an oil painting. He became dazzlingly radiant; lightning illuminated his skin, revealing his fiery red veins and bones clearly in the flashes of light. In the next instant, all the hair on his body began to twist, deform, and then burst into flames...

"Crack!"

Sir Scepter and all the other soldiers were electrocuted! Minced meat flew everywhere like cannonballs.

"Clap."

Minced meat fell to the ground, the charred flesh emitting a faint burnt smell and the odor of ionized ozone.

Granny Lor was dumbfounded.

Does praying to Trier really help?

She hesitated for a moment, then immediately picked up the spellbook and cast "Protection" and "Random Teleport" on the little girl Livitt and the maid. Then she limped to the window and cast "Random Teleport" on herself as well.

The room fell into a deathly silence; apart from the hissing sound of burning flesh, nothing could be heard.

However, after about ten breaths, the pieces of flesh scattered on the ground began to twitch again, and then the Scepter and the other Asmer soldiers, who had been electrocuted into pieces, returned to their original state.