Azure Scepter

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In an instant, at an exaggerated relative speed, at least a dozen corpse demons were knocked away; but at the same time, their short spears, long halberds, swords, hooks, axes, and sickles all pierced deeply into Trier's body, and warm blood splattered on the ground like water balloons that had been suddenly punctured.

Trier grunted, and amidst the flying blood and flesh, he laughed as he twisted his waist and swung his sword backhand.

Ultimate Cleave!

cut!

This strike was powerful and heavy, as fast as thunder.

"boom!"

The moment Trier swung his sword, the sonic barrier built up in front of the blade suddenly exploded, and a sharp, ear-piercing roar instantly resounded throughout the entire Kingstreet.

A scalding, powerful white vortex instantly opened from his sword blade, and the compressed air suddenly pushed to both sides.

The wind pressure swept over the army of corpse demons like a raging beast, and over the fir forests on both sides. The thick fir trees immediately fell backward like blooming flowers.

Trier's wings never stopped, and the blade in his hand became even sharper and more terrifying with the speed boost—under the brilliant dawn, a massive blood-red storm surged and accelerated from the tip of Trier's sword, and a magnificent yet cruel crescent-shaped blood-red cyclone instantly swept across the entire King's Road and through the entire forest.

Suddenly, the scalding vortex slowly dissipated and then vanished into thin air, followed by a shower of blood, limbs, and armor fragments falling like rain.

At this moment, Trier's injuries had been fully healed thanks to the healing effects provided by the "Avenging Angel," and with each kill, his strength and physique had been dramatically enhanced.

After a devastating charge, he suddenly flapped his wings and soared upwards into the clouds once more.

The pain stimulated the transmigrator's nerves, but this pain made him more focused and excited. At this moment, he felt his blood surging and the exhilarating feeling brought by the surge of adrenaline impacting his mind in waves.

He sneered, casually pulled out the spear that was stuck in his heart, and then tossed it to the ground.

As his injuries healed rapidly, he looked down.

At this moment, the entire King's Road had become a blood-soaked meat grinder, with blood gushing into the stream, turning the entire stream blood-red.

There were no more undead still standing on the main road, and most of the undead hiding in the woods were seriously injured.

Behind the dense ranks of the undead, there were also many fully armed human cultists, but at this moment, all of these human cultists were captivated by fear. Under the paralyzing effect of the longsword's "Darkness" transforming fear into fear, they all stood frozen in place like statues.

Trier narrowed his eyes slightly, then noticed that some of the cultists had been scared to death by him, while others had been blown down by the wind pressure from his slashes and then burned into holy flames by the avenging angels' spiritual light.

At this moment, Aurelius, who had reverted to his true dragon form, was literally terrified...

Although its reason told it that Trier was a trustworthy ally, it still curled up in the face of such terrifying power, covering its mouth with its trembling, numb whiskers to prevent itself from screaming.

Aurelius knew very well that Trier's dive-bombing tactic was a common method used by dragons, but Trier had mastered it without any instruction.

However, compared to the dragon's dive, Trier's dive was far too powerful—as a well-traveled dragon, it had never seen such an exaggerated and bloody charge.

Trier's charge decimated at least a hundred undead; those directly in his path were smashed into a bloody pulp, while those struck from the side by his sword winds were reduced to blobs...

"Isn't Trill a mage? How come he's so terrifying in melee?" it muttered to itself as it cautiously looked at Trill.

The dragon was astonished to find that Trill flapped its wings again and flew towards the ghost riders in the direction of Hedlin Hills, following the dawn.

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Chapter 240 The Angel of Vengeance (The End)

The icy mist was accompanied by the ghostly shrieks, and amidst the many ghostly figures, another sharp scream rang out.

Warm flesh and blood splattered onto his eyelids, and Seres instinctively squinted.

Another old friend fell. The terrifying ghost knight withdrew his spear, and the one-eyed mercenary's brain and skull spun into the air before landing at Seres' feet. But the next moment, a fiery arrow that shot from Seres's fingertips struck the undead in the eye socket.

The flaming arrow burst into a shower of sparks, and the icy blue ghost melted silently into nothingness, as if it were the first snowflakes to meet the sun.

Before Seres could even catch his breath, the old mercenary, whose skull had been blown off, convulsed and raised his head. He opened his mouth full of rotten teeth and then bit down on his former colleague's calf.

Seres sighed, then kicked the old mercenary in the jaw, smashing it open.

“These dead are harder to deal with than demons,” Jasmine’s complaint came through my ear. “We can’t hold on much longer.”

Seres turned his head to look at his wife.

The mercenary leader's core group had suffered more than a tenth casualties. The bloodshed of this battle in just a few tens of minutes far exceeded any imagination of this veteran. Even the bloody battle in which the Crusaders of the Demon Rift conquered Broken Fortress was far less bloody than this.

After the first wave of overwhelming charges, the ghost cavalry changed tactics.

Like sharks hunting whales, they constantly split into small groups and charge forward. Once the division is successful, these highly skilled undead will circle around the divided person counterclockwise, like peeling an onion.

The ghosts wielded extremely long spears, whose exaggerated length made it difficult for those who were cut apart to fight back. People could only react passively and then fall helplessly like fish scales being scraped off. It could be said that every time the ghosts circled around, they would stir up a storm of blood and gore.

Even more deadly is that these ghosts can fly, so the mercenaries also need to watch out for what's above them. Moreover, once killed by a ghost, the dead will turn into zombies and attack their former comrades again, which further exacerbates people's fear and chaos.

At this moment, the Ghost Cavalry's ring attack was like a stormy sea, and each of the separated mercenary squads was like an isolated island under the raging waves, and with each small surge, they could be completely swallowed up.

Fortunately, those who are holding on at this moment are all seasoned veterans who have fought against demons for a long time. With the help of divine magic, they are still able to hold on. However, if the fighting continues, it is only a matter of time before they collapse.

"Hold on! Think of the Golden Dragon!" Seres grabbed the flag and shouted. "Can you hear the cheers in the distance? Victory has been achieved on the other fronts. We just need to hold on a little longer, and the honor and the Golden Dragon will be ours!"

However, before he could finish speaking, a heavily armored physical Tomb Knight crashed directly into Seres's ranks. Under the impact of the armored warhorse, several hook-scythe warriors were sent flying straight into the ghostly tide like stones launched from a slingshot, and were then swallowed up without a sound.

The Death Knight let out a low, hoarse chuckle. It suddenly bent down, shrugged, and flicked its elbow. The crimson spear then shot straight toward Cyrus's face like a crimson lightning bolt!

This is definitely not an ordinary undead!

This was Seres' first thought.

This is the commander of this undead army!

This was his second thought.

In a flash, he instinctively swung his staff to block, and a tremendous force slammed him to the ground.

"Bang!" Seres was slammed to the ground without any resistance, and he looked up in despair.

The skeletal warhorse reared up and stomped heavily toward his face.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

“Ceres! No!” His wife’s scream came from behind him, but Seres couldn’t hear it clearly amidst the distant ringing in his ears.

Suddenly, Seres saw a golden streak of light in the sky.

His pupils contracted slightly, and then he was shocked to find that it was a black-winged angel wielding a blood-red longsword!

The angel extended his left hand, his index finger pointing directly at the Death Knight above Ceres's head.

The hoof that was about to step on his face suddenly stopped. The Death Knight groaned like a puppet being manipulated. The powerful undead suddenly howled like a wild beast, and then it clutched its head in great pain.

"Get out!" the Death Knight howled mournfully, "Get out of my soul fire! Ah!!!"

The angel clenched his left hand tightly.

"boom!"

The Death Knight's head exploded into fragments like a bursting watermelon, the decaying masked knight's helmet spun and fell to the ground, and the skeletal warhorse also vanished with a mournful cry.

Seres stared in disbelief at the suddenly dead Death Knight, then looked up at the angels in the sky again.

Even though he had fought in the Demon Rift for over a decade, he had never seen an angel, but today, he saw this creature from mythology.

But the next moment, Seres froze—that angel looked a bit like Trill?!

"Look, it's an angel!" Jasmine exclaimed in shock. "Reinforcements have arrived!"

As Jasmine's voice rang out, all the ghost riders stopped in unison. Then, they abruptly abandoned their battle on the ground, took to the air, and coalesced into a massive, ghostly blue storm.

The terrifying storm of hundreds of ghostly cavalrymen was spectacular, their numbers enough to blot out the sky. Compared to them, Trier was like an insignificant sampan on the sea, looking helpless and weak.

The ghosts unanimously let out a deadly shriek that could pierce eardrums, and the visible sound waves spread out like ripples. In the next instant, the two sides were about to collide!

"Quickly, provide support to the commander!" Seres shouted urgently, "That's Trier!"

However, something extremely strange happened.

Trier simply straightened his longsword, and the menacing ghost cavalry all stopped in their tracks. These ferocious undead all remained obediently in mid-air, as still as an oil painting by a clumsy artist.

Seres felt a chill run down his spine. His eyes were wide open, but he still couldn't understand the bizarre and grotesque scene before him.

"Fight back."

Trier's deep voice echoed through the sky.

The next instant, he swung his longsword down sharply, the blade pointing directly at the Aurenno Fortress standing atop the mountain.

All the ghost knights immediately and silently surged toward the direction the sword was pointing.

Seres stared blankly at Trier and the Ghost Knight as they walked away, and at that moment, he suddenly felt very fortunate.

His investment gamble paid off, and it seems he even won the jackpot.

"That voice...is that Lord Trier?" one of his surviving mercenaries exclaimed incredulously. "Is Lord Trier an angel descended from heaven?"

"The radiance has appeared! This is a miracle!" Another mercenary knelt down excitedly. "Lord Trier, please bless my wife with good health!"

Meanwhile, at the top of the main tower of Aureno Fortress.

The elven ghost stared blankly at Trier and the ghost knight rapidly approaching from afar, now unable to utter any more witty remarks.

Around it lay a vast expanse of mage corpses, their heads exploding from the backlash of spellcasting, brain matter and blood flowing within the intricate ritual array, amidst the screams and chaos of the people.

The surviving mages scattered and fled like frightened chicks, but the ghost elves did not stop them from escaping.

Because stopping it wouldn't make any difference.

It just stared blankly at the rapidly approaching black-winged monster.

"What exactly is that thing?" the ghost muttered to itself. "Why can it shatter legendary spells with its sword? How can it annihilate an entire Great Dao of Corpse Demons with a single dive? How could it possibly forcibly seize control of the Ghost Cavalry from eight high-level mages?!"

"I'm insane, everyone's gone mad, I'm insane." It slapped itself three times hard. "Am I facing a demigod all by myself?"

At this moment, the nameless ghost felt as if he had returned to the past, to the time when he was adventuring with Lorraine.

In the ghost's fragmented memories, it vaguely recalled that the entire Kingdom of Orco had once been dragged into the "Edge of Time" deep within the Dream Realm, where it, along with Losevie and other companions, faced an extremely terrifying fireball.

That terrifying demigod possessed an overwhelming power beyond the comprehension of mortals with every gesture. It could incinerate mountains and boil seas with a joke, and turn someone into a monster under its control because of an unintentional remark...

Although they ultimately won with the help of Queen Fusada, the elves were cursed by the fireball and forever turned into emotionless ghosts.

At this moment, the ghost felt that the oppressive feeling emanating from this rapidly approaching monster was not much less than that of the giant fireball that called itself "the One"...

Although the dead are not afraid, the ghost still felt a little apprehensive and nervous at this moment.

"Being afraid is pointless; I will always return to deathly silence."

The ghost muttered to itself.

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

As it spoke, it slowly took out a second magic storage stone from its dimensional storage bag.

—This is a purple magic storage stone, containing a terrifying and indescribable spell cast by Queen Fusada herself.

It only gets one chance; if it hits its opponent successfully, it might still win.

At that moment, all the necromancers who could still move ran away. On the top of the tower, where blood was everywhere, only the incapacitated necromancers, the elf ghosts, and an apprentice holding a black notebook remained.

"Why don't you run?" Ghost turned his head and asked coldly.

The apprentice raised his pale face and whispered, "There's no point in running. The angels won't let us go! Rather than scattering and waiting to be slaughtered, we should fight to the death."

The ghostly sprite gave a cold laugh.

"You don't want to rebel against the angel; you want to ambush me in exchange for the angel's forgiveness."

The apprentice's already pale face turned completely bloodless, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, the ceremonial dagger hidden behind him falling to the ground as well.

"You killed my teacher, I'll make you pay with your life..." the apprentice cried out, his voice trembling.

The ghost sighed.

"Actually, I'm not sure you're going to ambush me."

The apprentice's face grew increasingly defeated.

"But there's no point in killing you, so get lost."

After saying that, the ghost turned around and calmly looked at the monster on the horizon. The next moment, it took a deep breath and then crushed the purple magic storage stone.

—The monster seemed to sense its gaze as well; it flapped its wings and stopped in mid-air.

"An old-school duel between a hypnotic mage." Ghost smiled slightly. "Interesting."

"Time to try out the Nine-Ring Supreme Slash!"

As Trier gazed at the ghost atop the tower, he slowly raised the longsword in his hand, and a pure white holy flame seemed to surge from the blade.

"A sniper duel at the middle gate, but the Nine-Ring Supreme Slash!"