Azure Scepter

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"The situation is so critical, aren't you going to use magic to stop those mortals?!" the crowd questioned in deep voices. "Do you really want to die, Fusada?"

Fusada picked up the teapot and poured it directly over everyone's heads.

“How stupid, Fireball Head.” Fusada stood up and sighed. “Since Trir didn’t go into the city himself, what do you think he’ll do?”

The next moment, she answered her own question: "Trill is waiting for me to cast a spell. He has a large group of high-level mages assisting him now, so there is no way I can suppress him with magic. And as soon as I cast a spell, he can use the fluctuations generated by my spell to lock onto my location!"

"There is another way," the crowd said in a deep voice.

Fusada bit her thumb and blinked.

"Release my seal and let me fight against Trill with magic in your place," the crowd said in a deep voice.

PS: This is the first update. There will be another update later.

Chapter 308 People Who Are Successful and Unlucky

"Release your seal?" the water fairy Fusada sneered. "Even if you release your seal and are allowed to cast spells, do you think you can defeat Trier, who is supported by a large group of high-level mages, in a direct confrontation?"

The leader said slowly, "All I need to do is stall for time. To achieve this, I have summoned my former followers, whose fighting power is extremely strong. With the blessing of my magic, they are enough to delay Trier's attack."

"Your former followers? You still have loyalists in the Dream World?" Fusada blinked in surprise.

The crowd fell silent for a moment: "Of course I must leave behind followers for myself, otherwise I might be completely annihilated in your eternal seal and imprisonment."

"So, who was summoned?"

"Can't you see every corner of the underground mirror city of Wilt? Do you still need to ask?"

“Yes, it is necessary,” Fusada said quite seriously.

The crowd sneered, then said in a deep voice, "Have you ever heard of the two-faced Fafnir?"

The water sprite lord pursed his lips and then shook his head.

The crowd sneered again.

"The two-faced Fafnir was originally a troll. Before the flints declined, it became lost in the rift between the dream world and the material world. Over the long years, it grew to be as large as a mountain, and its every move was powerful enough to cause an earthquake. Moreover, during its long wandering in the dream world, it acquired two heads: one head could cast spells, and the other head was a powerful warrior."

"In its original subplane, it even became the deepest nightmare of the trolls' collective consciousness, and the trolls' fear made it even more terrifying. In their eyes, it was even the cause of the apocalypse, a symbol of the end of everything."

The water sprite lord couldn't help but retort, "Are you serious? If it were that powerful, how could I have never heard of it?"

“My age is far greater than that of you, a water sprite. Powerful mortals are not necessarily weaker than us.” The group revealed a profound smile. “With the horde of moving beasts I summoned, it is enough to delay the Asmor army without Trier for a very, very long time.”

Fusada's lips twitched slightly: "The Great Fireball, you're exaggerating too much—it was beheaded this morning! It was too weak, it can probably only be considered a legend."

Before she finished speaking, she stretched out her wand again and tapped the silver screen in the distance. The two of them once again entered what appeared to be a holographic projection of the same scale.

The rage of the fire demon Rosat intensified, and his violent destructive desires and thirst for slaughter grew ever stronger in the battle.

It has been far too long since it has encountered an opponent whose strength is so close to its own!

Kill! ...

With a sudden lash of its left hand, the Flaming Whip unleashed a terrifying sonic boom, sending sparks flying as it blasted apart three entire houses before striking the two-headed troll in the distance right in the face.

This is a battle between giants; the elaborate and exquisite three-story houses seem as small and fragile as toys made of sand in their presence.

"boom!"

Sparks flew as the two-headed troll's left cheek was instantly engulfed in flames. The flames, like worms, burrowed downwards along the wound left by the whip, turning the newly formed flesh into charcoal in the blink of an eye.

The troll roared and lunged forward, but the next moment, Rosat flicked his wrist backward, and a whip formed of flames wrapped around the left side of the troll's neck from behind.

Come here!

The Balrog Rosat stomped its foot on the ground, and before its immense force, the ground suddenly cracked open with deep, bottomless fissures. The enormous two-headed troll was also pulled and staggered, involuntarily moving towards it.

Despite its enormous size, the fire demon Rosat was far more agile than ordinary people. Almost the instant its opponent lost its balance, it suddenly pushed off the ground and charged forward, its muscular left leg slamming into the two-headed troll's knee like a heavy hammer.

"boom!"

The earth shook violently, and amidst the scorching, cone-shaped sonic boom cloud, the burning two-headed troll screamed and collapsed to the ground.

Its right head attempted to cast a spell to save itself, but the next moment, the succubus Orianna, dressed as a priest, interrupted its spellcasting once again.

"Prepare to die, you mortal! Your end has come!"

The Flame Demon laughed, his deep laughter like a sonic wave that directly shattered the surrounding buildings.

It suddenly raised its blazing decapitation sword and then brought it down with a single blow!

The viscous blood plasma was instantly ignited by the abyss's flames. Under the terrifying shockwave, both of the two heads flew up at the same time, their faces still bearing traces of despair and terror.

Killing, so cool!

The troll Rosat roared to the sky, then leaped up, its black wings slamming backward, and the decapitating giant sword descending from the sky cleaved the troll's massive body into a bloody pulp.

Under the ferocious sweep, countless low-level demons and displacement beasts below were instantly reduced to ashes.

"Where did this fire demon come from?!" the crowd exclaimed in shock. "Why is this fire demon so powerful?"

Fusada laughed without any restraint. She laughed so hard that she bent over backwards. In her excitement, she even accidentally overturned her chair and fell to the ground with a scream.

A moment later, she stood up and said with a grin, "Of course it was Lady Bloodthorn's doing. With the support of those mages, Trier opened a portal to the abyss at the entrance—now there's an entire demon army here, in addition to the Asmor army."

"Has he gone mad? Summoning a demon is playing with fire," the crowd muttered to themselves. "Wait, I've been monitoring his spellcasting the whole time. When did he do it?"

As they spoke, everyone fell silent.

It realized that it might have been suspected by Trier long ago, and that its actions over the past few days might seem quite absurd and ridiculous to Trier.

A moment later, it realized that it was probably no accident that Lady Bloodthorn was able to rise from a severely wounded lesser demon lord to a demon lord—she was clearly better at choosing sides than it was. Perhaps rigidly choosing a side and then not changing sides was also a kind of wisdom.

However, I've never been very good at this.

In their despondency, the flames on everyone's bodies dimmed a bit, but after only a few seconds, they regained their fighting spirit.

“I have other deployments,” it said in a deep voice.

The water sprite Fusada yawned.

"Ha, during the long time I was sealed away, I gathered the echoes of all the adventurers who were lost in the dream world. I transformed them all into nameless lost souls. Now, I have gathered all the nameless lost souls in the dream world and twisted and fused them into a terrifying being that devours everything, similar to the Thousand Soul Head."

“If left unchecked, it will devour and expand infinitely, even threatening the gods. It’s perfect for dealing with weak entities like armies—you know, Fusada, I originally intended to use it against you and Loseweye.” The voices were dark and menacing, as if they were telling a ghost story.

Fusada couldn't hold back and burst into laughter through her yawns and tears.

"Hahahaha..." She laughed so hard she could barely breathe. "Zhongzhe, if you were this funny back then, I would never have chosen to tease you! What you said is just too funny!"

"It's finished too?" the crowd asked incredulously. "So fast, how is that possible?!"

"Do you know that the Holy Sword 'Hope' of the Radiant Cult is in the hands of Edith?" Fusada asked with a smile. "Do you know that Edith is a legendary paladin? Why do you think that thing is effective against a paladin wielding a holy sword?"

The gravity in the underground mirror city of Wirth is reversed. The moment everyone enters, they are all in a bizarre upside-down state. However, perhaps because gravity is also reversed, no one dies from a ruptured blood vessel.

At this moment, in the dim and unclear sky below, a black tornado, resembling a deep-sea vortex, was slowly approaching. Countless broken and twisted souls, like debris swept up by a storm, swirled around the core of the tornado. Purple lightning appeared, illuminating the countless dark, writhing monsters within!

Edith's expression was solemn as she grasped the holy symbol and activated the Aura of Courage.

The monster drew closer, its massive form casting an overwhelming shadow that blotted out the sky. The immense pressure was like the suffocating pressure of water in the deep sea. Although they were still some distance apart, the Asmos were already starting to stir.

Edith still did not order a halt to the advance. Her emerald green pupils narrowed slightly as she caught sight of the monster's chilling details.

The monster, seemingly composed of a thousand heads, was entirely formed from twisted souls. Within the curved surfaces created by distorted and bizarre human faces, countless withered hands and arms reached outwards, like fine, wriggling down. The individuals that constituted this grotesque and blasphemous creation moved their limbs unconsciously, as if trying to grasp something and pull others into this hell of souls.

Without a doubt, this is an extremely powerful monster.

Noi chanted softly, quickly casting divine enhancements on everyone.

The metal monster, who was temporarily added to the team by Trier yesterday, showed a rather infatuated expression.

"Wow, a thousand soul heads made up of faceless lost souls, what a brilliant idea," the metal monster muttered to himself.

Edith silently drew her holy sword, then strode quickly toward the enormous monster in the distance.

"Hey, where are you going? That's the Thousand Souls Head!" the metallic monster stopped him. "There are so many Asmos here, our best course of action is to bombard them from a distance with positive energy spells."

Edith seemed not to hear, and her pace quickened. In a moment, she suddenly sprinted forward and raised her sword at the mountain-like monster.

A holy light appeared on the blade—

The Holy Slash!

Light tore through the darkness, and holy flames swept everything away!

"He died instantly?!" the crowd murmured to themselves. "How could this be... Why, why..."

"It's not the real Thousand Souls Head; you just forcibly twisted a bunch of Faceless Lost Ones together!" Fusada complained. "With one sword strike, Edith destroyed their connection. Of course, the Faceless Lost Ones, now free, all ran away."

She paused, then picked up the teacup and gently licked it.

"Big Fireball, you'd better stop doing this research. It's too complicated for us. Let's focus on figuring out how to make people laugh."

PS: Second update! But there will only be one update tomorrow. I have my pre-defense coming up soon, so my updates may be unstable for a while.

Chapter 309 Omens

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

At this moment, the orange-yellow flames around the creature were almost extinguished, and it seemed to be in a state of extreme despair.

Fusada tapped the object with her wand, but it remained unresponsive, mechanically and obsessively repeating the word "impossible."

"Don't be so disappointed, it's just a small failure," Fusada comforted her, and then suddenly snapped her fingers.

A gentle breeze rustled through the silvery treetops, and suddenly everyone couldn't help but chuckle. It abruptly raised its head, chuckled a few more times, and then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The water sprite Fusada shook her staff, and the crowd stopped laughing.

"What are you trying to do?!" The crowd stopped laughing and immediately looked up to shout angrily.

Fusada stuck out her tongue and made a face.

"I saw you were too sad, so I used the Laughter Technique to make you laugh. After all, I am a kind person, and I don't like to see others sad."

"..." The crowd fell silent.

It must be admitted that, after Fusada's interruption, it did seem to regain some of its fighting spirit.

still have a chance!

It took a deep breath, and the flames around it burned brightly once more.

“I have one last preparation,” the crowd said in a deep voice. “I have summoned the last Wild Hunt Lord who is loyal to me, and he has already assembled the Wild Hunt army; I have also summoned the remnants of the Resistance from a plane that has been destroyed by the Death Star; and I have also collected the tears of the Laughing Ones to use as bait, which may be able to attract the Neck-Breaking Dragon.”

Fusada suddenly clapped her hands.

"Yes, that's the serious feeling!" She jumped up excitedly, her cicada-like wings fluttering rapidly. "The more serious it is, the better the humor will be! Big Fireball, you are the real master of humor!"

Perhaps because they were so shocked, none of them even refuted the water sprite's mockery.

“Laugh all you want,” it said in a deep voice. “I am fighting for our common good.”

“But you clearly have so many surviving subordinates, why don’t you put them together? Are you just waiting to be picked off one by one by Trier and the others by dividing them into three groups?” The water sprite shook her head in disappointment. “And why haven’t they tried to rescue you all these years?”

The others were speechless at the question. After a moment of silence, it said softly, "I did this to buy time. Separating them should buy more time. I was able to contact them this time with Saint-Sel's help. Before that statue was found by Trier, I couldn't even sense the outside world."

Half a second later, the group asked with some uncertainty, "Could it be that the afterimages of the Wild Hunt and the Guardians are also finished?"

The water sprite Fusada shook her head, took out her magic wand, and waved it in front of everyone.

"You are free now. Feel your power, Great Fireball."

"?" The crowd was stunned for a moment, then realized with astonishment that the seal that had once bound them was beginning to slowly shatter, and the power surged toward their current form like seawater drawn into a whirlpool.

Power, familiar power, boundless power! The power possessed by a born demigod of the Dream Realm!

“Your last men haven’t lost yet, and that battle is still ongoing—since you want to engage in a magical duel with Trill, now is the perfect opportunity,” the water sprite said with a smile.

The next moment, everyone's vision blurred, and it was thrown away by Fusada.

The underground mirror city of Wirth is similar to the normal city of Wirth on the surface in terms of urban planning, but there are also visible differences between the two.

—The intricate network of streets and alleys, the colossal Golden Palace that forever stands on the distant horizon, and the familiar, windowless buildings with pointed roofs, together constitute this labyrinthine city.

If people who are similar yet not quite alike can trigger the uncanny valley effect deep within people's hearts, then cities that are similar yet not quite alike can also give people a chilling feeling, like a cold, withered hand reaching out from a warm bed in the dead of winter.

Golden spiral staircases occasionally appear in the shadows cast by buildings and alleyways. If one stares at those golden staircases for a long time, one may even have a hallucination, as if those golden staircases were silent monks in asceticism in a church, standing quietly in every shadow, silently and coldly watching every outsider.

According to military common sense, if there is a numerical advantage, the invading Asmo army should be divided into a large number of squads. The main force of the army should control the streets, while the squads should systematically clear every alley and building that may contain the enemy, so as to avoid being ambushed.

However, Edith did not do so.