Azure Scepter

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Their numbers were astonishing; rows of sharp, long spears gleamed with an eerie blue light in the sunlight. The dull thud of hooves and the sharp, grotesque neighing of horses mingled together as the ghostly cavalry charged straight toward the mercenaries' makeshift camp like a blue tsunami!

Landslides and landslides!

Unstoppable!

Although the mercenaries were prepared, the front lines and the crowd were instantly swallowed up by the overwhelming blue waves of the charge, which was like an avalanche. The super-long spear formations coated with holy water were silently annihilated in the terrifying charge, and the mangled corpses rained down on the rear like cannonballs launched by catapults.

Lawrence heard the servant behind him gasp.

"May the radiance protect them! Look! Ghosts! Ghosts everywhere! They're doomed!" the servant screamed.

The battle-hardened Lawrence didn't rush to speak. He narrowed his eyes slightly—amidst the thick fog of blood, the remaining elite mercenaries in several square formations, though in disarray, managed to barely hold off the overwhelming charge of the ghosts by relying on the terrain and fortifications!

The old knight breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although the enemy's strength was extremely powerful and their momentum was extremely terrifying, all their actions were exactly as Lord Trier had predicted!

“It’s our turn. Prepare for battle!” Lawrence turned around and said in a deep voice.

Almost at the same time that the ghost cavalry launched their charge from the mountains, countless fully armored corpse demons silently surged out of the forest, rushing towards them like a tide.

The ground suddenly began to tremble violently, as if an earthquake had struck.

The old knight subconsciously raised his head and looked at the abandoned town on the other side of the river.

The abandoned town in the distance suddenly rose from the ground!

He blinked incredulously.

It was a mountain made of corpses, bones, and flesh! The dilapidated stone houses, watchtowers, town hall, and church were all built on this mountain of flesh and blood!

The dull, chaotic sound of footsteps came from beneath the mountain of flesh. Lawrence's pupils constricted as he saw that beneath this massive mountain of flesh were countless, densely packed, centipede-like, writhing feet, hands, and rotting heads. They writhed as finely as insect hairs, propelling the mountain of flesh forward.

Even with Lawrence's extensive experience, he never imagined that the entire abandoned town was built upon this terrifying flesh and blood giant!

"By the radiance above, what is that thing?!" the servant asked, his voice trembling.

“The radiance is with us, destroy this blasphemous creation,” the chaplain shouted firmly. “The radiance will punish this twisted creation.”

"If a monster made up of countless rats gathered together is called the Rat King, then this thing can be called the Human King."

The taciturn female knight Scarpe told a lame joke, but no one laughed.

What was even more despairing was that the sky, which had just been clear and cloudless, suddenly darkened, and a dark red cloud appeared out of nowhere and covered the entire sky.

The servant swallowed nervously.

This cloud was incredibly large and incredibly heavy. It didn't look like a cloud at all, but rather like molten iron. A red vortex gradually formed in the center of the cloud, accompanied by a trembling roar and visible spatial distortion.

Lawrence's face twitched slightly.

Without a doubt, this terrifying fiery cloud was probably the spell shot that Lord Trier had mentioned...

Isn't this a bit too much?

Although everything was still in the plan, the enemy's ghost cavalry charge against the mercenaries and the magical attacks against them were almost perfectly synchronized, which showed that the enemy commander was obviously not an ordinary person.

Lawrence wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Will the other party really be manipulated like a puppet, just as Lord Trier has predicted?

Moreover, how exactly does Lord Trier intend to deal with this magical bombardment, and that fleshy hill that is clearly beyond human resistance?

Just as the old knight was wavering, a dull flapping sound suddenly swept across the entire battlefield, and a huge, irregular shadow had somehow enveloped the entire King's Road.

The old knight subconsciously raised his head, and he couldn't help but feel a scalding torrent sweeping through his chest.

A giant, bronze-colored dragon flew silently over the soldiers' heads like a fiery meteor sweeping across the sky!

"A dragon!?" The servant knelt down in panic, "Radiance..."

The dragon let out a low growl, its beautiful and powerful neck muscles contracted slightly, and the next moment, it suddenly opened its mouth, and a terrifying dragon breath poured out from between its sharp teeth!

A crimson beam of light streaked across the ground, abruptly halting the powerful charge of the corpse demons. At least ten corpse demons who failed to retreat in time were instantly reduced to ashes.

The dragon laughed twice, then flapped its wings and flew back into the clouds.

"The dragon is on our side?!" The servant, who had already lost control of his bladder, sat helplessly on the ground, muttering to himself.

The fanatical chaplain leaped onto the supply wagon, shouting, "This is the messenger of light! That blasphemous creation will be punished by God!"

However, the priest's voice suddenly stopped abruptly.

The unstoppable dragon suddenly let out a sharp, mournful cry. The cry was not like that of a noble dragon, but rather like the piercing scream of a goblin whose toe had been stepped on.

Lawrence stared in disbelief at the sky, then was astonished to find the dragon flying away into the distant horizon without looking back!

The dragon ran away.

"It's a trap, run!" The dragon's scream echoed across the sky. "We've been ambushed!"

“We have been abandoned by the messengers of radiance!” the servant said in despair, lying on the ground.

The next instant, a breathtaking purple bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky, then silently passed the spot where the dragon had just been hovering.

Meanwhile, atop the main tower of Aureno Fortress.

The elven ghost awkwardly tossed aside the fragment of the magic storage stone in its hand, glancing at the surviving apprentice of the necromancer beside it.

"That dragon was very cautious, I missed."

The ghost readily admitted, then turned its head to look at the necromancers who were casting spells together on the high platform: "But there's no point in it running away. These human armies can't escape—the victory is already decided. Let's end their absurd and meaningless struggle with a meteor spell."

"Had enough trouble, it's time to die."

It slowly raised its hand, and a massive wind of death suddenly surged from its fingertips, then converged on the group of mages who were casting spells together.

Suddenly, a massive, dark red fireball slowly emerged from the vortex of the fire cloud...

The main human camp was in chaos. The untrained auxiliary soldiers and low-quality mercenaries stared desperately at the meteorite in the sky and the flesh-and-blood mountain that was slowly approaching in the distance.

The fiery red light shone on their numb faces, and their hysterical wails and screams rose and fell like those of madmen.

At that moment, Trier slowly stood up and walked out of the tent.

At this moment, the transmigrator had already had Noi cast all the available buffs on him, and under the effect of "Majestic Figure", his figure had reached an astonishing ten meters.

Amidst the chaos, Trier slowly drew his longsword "Lightless," raised his dark eyes, and gazed at the red vortex in the sky.

That wasn't the 9th-level spell Meteor Explosion, but a spell of higher level than 9 called "Destruction Meteor" that required combo casting.

"Seek out a powerful enemy, and be single-minded," the time traveler muttered to himself.

The next moment, a pair of jet-black wings suddenly appeared behind him.

The ultimate ability of the level 20 Vengeful Paladin - Vengeful Angel!

Trier raised his longsword, the cold blade reflecting the crimson meteorite crashing down on him, as well as his calm face—he spread his wings and soared into the air!

It's time to harvest.

Chapter 239 The Avenging Angel (Part Six)

Trier leaped into the fireball, his sword and face glowing red in the flames.

At this moment, the entire sky was shrouded in fiery clouds. As far as the eye could see, everything was blindingly red; as far as the ear could hear, there were people's hysterical wails and desperate prayers; the scorching heat waves licked Trier's skin like fine knives, and everything around was like purgatory.

Within the vortex of the fiery cloud, intense flames suddenly flashed, and in the next instant, a cataclysmic fire meteor roared out of the vortex and crashed down upon them!

Trier's eyes narrowed, and his longsword pointed directly at the whistling fire meteor.

cut!

Time seemed to stand still.

The next moment, the blade clanged, and a dazzling silver light suddenly pierced the sky.

With a slight flick of his wrist, Trier deflected the blade, and the broad back of the sword slammed heavily onto the massive fireball.

With a teeth-grinding, dull sound, magma-like flames sprayed and spewed out. The unstoppable, massive fireball was suddenly halted by Trier's slash. Then, its flight direction was twisted by more than forty degrees, and it crashed into the Aurenor Fortress standing atop the mountains!

Within two breaths, the mountain-sized meteorite accelerated from a standstill to its maximum speed!

Destroy the world!

"boom!"

The light suddenly dimmed as the meteorite slammed straight into the fortress's main tower!

At this moment, the protective ritual array carved on the rocks over thousands of years suddenly activated, and dense, gentle yellow light clung to the entire Mount Aurenor like blood vessels—the earth, like a walking corpse whose skull had been cleaved open by a heavy hammer, began to tremble, twist, crack, and surge. A fiery red sun, mixed with a black stone smoke curtain, burst forth from the fortress and then swept everything away!

A moment later, a dazzling mushroom cloud suddenly bloomed.

High in the sky, Trier squinted slightly as he looked at the fortress in the golden mushroom cloud.

The Aureno Fortress remained intact; its protective magic had withstood the terrible attack.

The meteorite struck the protective shield and instantly shattered into hundreds of fragments. The fragments flew everywhere and crashed into the mountains, instantly creating lake-sized craters between the rocks. The ejected sparks burned the long stretches of fir trees into a sea of ​​fire.

Amidst the apocalyptic flames, Trier saw the eerie blue ghost standing atop the main tower of Aureno Fortress, surrounded by countless mages casting spells in unison.

The ghost gave Trier a defiant thumbs-up, then pointed again at the fiery clouds in the sky.

Instantly, a massive wind of death gathered, and a second, even larger meteor of destruction slowly emerged from the vortex.

“It’s time to shatter this spell,” Trier thought. “This is called physical magic counterspell.”

With this thought in mind, he closed his eyes, slightly sensing the surge of the wind of death. The next moment, he slowly raised his sword and aimed at the node of the constraint form in the sky.

cut!

Trier flapped his wings and soared into the sky. With a flash of silver light, the second fire meteor, which had just emerged halfway from the vortex, was cleaved in two by his sword!

The disabled fire meteor, like the most ordinary stone, slowly and leisurely crashed down on the army of corpse demons on the ground.

Along with the fireball, the magical forms that clung to the sky like a spider web were also shattered.

In an instant, the death winds of the entire area suddenly became extremely chaotic, and the violent magic surged wildly like a runaway horse.

In a fraction of a second, the fiery clouds that covered the entire sky spread outwards in circles like a broken egg. A moment later, the golden-red clouds and elemental turmoil that had expanded to the horizon collapsed inwards like a sampan caught by the tentacles of a sea monster!

Trier reached out and gripped the edge of the fiery cloud tightly.

He crushed the legendary spell that the necromancers had cast in unison.

"Thorn-"

The terrifying scene, resembling purgatory, vanished instantly, and the golden dawn suddenly pierced through the blood-red clouds that blotted out the sky, then gently reflected on Trier's face.

The blade reflected the morning light, and Trier's body shimmered with golden light. The light beside his black wings resembled floating flames on water. At this moment, he looked radiant and dazzling, like a saint standing on the clouds.

Cheers, prayers, and some off-key hymns echoed from the ground.

Trier twirled his sword, then looked down at the ground.

From the central army camp to the soldiers' ranks on the southwest side, countless soldiers knelt on the ground, their heads raised as if trying to look up at him.

"Radiance! It's the Avengers!" A servant in the ranks, who had wet himself in fear, wept with joy. "The Avengers truly exist!"

The old knight stared blankly, his voice trembling as he muttered to himself, "That's not some vengeful angel, that's Lord Trier!"

Now he knew how Trier should respond.

“What Lord Trier? What paladin? Show some respect! That’s Saint Trier!” The chaplain with a fanatical expression immediately corrected him. The elderly chaplain knelt directly on the supply wagon and looked devoutly at Trier in the sky.

Trier's eyes met those of the chaplain accompanying the army.

"If I had a divine title and priesthood now, I could immediately gain a huge following of fanatical believers," the transmigrator thought. "Unfortunately, I don't have one now."

He shook his head, banishing those thoughts.

"It's time to kill the corpse demon."

As Trier pondered this, he took out the Holy Symbol and slapped an "Oath of the Enemy" onto himself.

Suddenly, his surging power surged once more!

Trill soared into the clouds, stretched out his wrist, and pointed his gleaming sword at the dense army of undead on King's Road, the blade reflecting the morning light.

The next instant, he followed the tail of the second fireball and plunged headfirst towards the ground!

A soldier's romance is charging forward!

Trier gripped the sword with both hands, the air around the blade compressed to an extreme degree, and the surging ripples formed a terrifying and sharp sword aura.

Instead of immediately swinging his sword, he charged forward like a swooping dragon, fiercely crashing into the dense ranks of the corpse demons!

The undead showed no fear; they mechanically but steadily raised their weapons—