Azure Scepter

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"The goal of the first dream was to destroy Edith's mind," the transmigrator thought to himself. "The goal of the second dream was to make Edith unable to distinguish herself from Loseweg. Isn't that a bit too simplistic?"

"I wonder if killing these things gives you experience points..."

He glanced silently at the seemingly endless stream of demons rushing towards him from afar, and the earth began to tremble as if an earthquake had struck.

"If this were given as experience points, it would level me up at least twice!"

—At this moment, the water fairy Fusada was lying comfortably on the ground not far away. She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and then lazily looked into the distance.

"If Losevie had come herself, she would have killed them all by now," Fusada muttered to herself. "Sigh, this is so unoriginal, so boring. The next step is just to raise our weapons and head towards the demon horde..."

She yawned listlessly, but her movements froze completely halfway through the yawn.

In the water sprite's view, Edith threw down her axe and flagpole?!

"Is it trying to escape?" The water sprite was dumbfounded. "Did we attack too hard just now? That shouldn't be the case..."

The next moment, the weaponless paladin calmly faced the overwhelming demon army.

—In the game, Trier is only one step away from becoming a god. In the God Descent version, he can hold his own against gods in their saintly state and multiple legendary figures. This is partly because he has accumulated a lot of divine power, and partly because his efficiency in using divine power is far beyond that of ordinary people.

“Knowledge is the lever.” Trier stood quietly, staring coldly at the tidal wave of demons rushing towards him like a tsunami. “And power is the counterweight, and divine power is one of the heaviest counterweights of all.”

He slowly extended his left hand, and the air, distorted by the scorching heat, suddenly froze for a moment as if a frame had been dropped.

“Fire,” Trill whispered in the Tisla fairy language, “the sacred fire.”

As he spoke, a surge of divine power suddenly erupted from his body.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

A blinding black light suddenly pierced through the rolling clouds. In a fraction of a second, all the flames within Trier's field of vision were engulfed by the black light and transformed into pure holy flames! His eyes reflected the iridescent, shimmering flames. The flames and light pierced through the clouds like sharp blades, tearing apart meteors. The entire sky was completely devoured by the overwhelming holy flames!

The clouds suddenly burst open!

The silver dragon, with its wings flapping, cried out in anguish and transformed into a platinum fireball. The giant insect demon that had been battling her for so long also screamed and turned into a holy flame torch. In an instant, all the angels and high-ranking demons in the sky were burned to charred remains in half a flash.

In an instant, the silver rain of light replaced the blood-red meteor shower, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in blinding white light. Endless silver threads fell to the ground like a vast net covering everything.

Trier uttered only one sentence, and the sky was burned to ashes.

"The sky is falling!?" The water sprite stood up in surprise. "Oh no, the dream is about to collapse!"

She quickly mobilized the last remaining divine power of her clone, trying to salvage the collapsing dream.

At that very moment, everyone in Trier's mind was screaming:

"What did you do?! How could this be?!"

"This...this is impossible..."

Trier ignored the crowd and glanced at the information panel.

That's really experienced!

[You have slain "Shadow of Dreams (Silver Dragon)"]

[XP+500!]

[You have slain "Shadow of Dreams (Angel)"]

[XP+200!]

As countless tiny specks of light surged from the horizon, Trier couldn't help but smile.

He now understood why Edith had become a legend at such a young age—fighting like this every night made it difficult not to level up.

He nodded with satisfaction, which improved his impression of the water sprite Fusada considerably—although she was noisy, hyperactive, and mentally unstable, she was truly a valuable asset!

The time traveler smiled and turned his gaze, glancing at the terrified water sprite and the distant army of demons before uttering the second word.

"Flip over".

He gently turned his palm over.

The cacophony of demonic roars vanished instantly, as if a powerful hand had gripped everyone's throats, and a deathly silence enveloped the entire battlefield.

Gravity seemed to disappear, and everything flew straight into the sky, crashing directly into the rain of holy flames.

The massive mountain range, stretching to the horizon, suddenly rose from the ground and crashed straight into the sky. The peaks cast enormous shadows, and within those shadows, which blotted out the sun, ant-like demons screamed and flew backward.

At this moment, the earth and the sky were completely reversed. The earth fell towards the sky, and the sky, which had been burned by the holy flames, fell towards the earth. In this hysterical chaos, only Trier, with a smile on his face, remained unmoved.

The water sprite flapped her wings with all her might, trying her best to dodge the black pine needles shooting from below. The next moment, she opened her eyes and looked up at the sky.

The mountains were burned to the ground.

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Chapter 228 Fusada (Part 4)

The towering mountains, like inverted pyramids, or like mortals piercing the sky with spears, resolutely crashed into the sky that had been consumed by pure white holy flames.

"boom!"

The light dimmed for a moment, and half a breath later, an enormous, indescribable white-gold fireball suddenly filled the entire sky. The mountains burst into flames, and waves of fire blotted out the sun. Every mountain range spewed out terrifying heat waves, and the entire space twisted as if it had been squeezed flat.

At this moment, the holy flame that judges evil and protects good no longer brings peace of mind; instead, it is like a gaping maw of a raven, thirsting and greedy, ruthlessly assimilating everything.

The hills crumbled, and the cold, dark gray peaks instantly melted into magma upon contact with the holy flames. The magma then vaporized in an instant, and a deathly gray mist enveloped the holy flames like a vast net. Amidst the chilling hissing sounds, the ancient, azure trees, the animals among them, and the thousands of demons below the mountains all wailed in unison, turning into a sky full of white mist within a few breaths, and then dissolving into the gray net created by the vaporization of the rocks.

At this moment, the powerful fire demon and the weak cowardly demon were no longer distinguishable, nor were the six-armed snake demon and the terror demon. They simply became part of the holy flame as soon as they approached the distorted light generated by the holy flame.

—This is the literal meaning of the earth collapsing and the sky splitting apart.

[You have defeated the Shadow of Dreams (Neusbit Mountain scenery)]

[XP+3000!]

[You have defeated the Shadow of Dreams (Skyscape)]

[XP+6000!]

Trier floated in the air, calmly watching the holy flames burning from the sky to the earth's core. Only then did he respond to the crowd in his heart.

"Mastering the language of the Tisla elves, you can destroy towers with a simple syllable, burn mountains with a melodious chant, and freeze the sea with a mournful lament. Heh heh, this noble language is far more profound and powerful than crude arcane arts or magic."

—These were the very words the crowd used to mock Trier in the tomb, and now Trier was repeating them verbatim.

The crowd was immediately embarrassed and fell completely silent.

At this moment, the water sprite was completely stunned. She poked her head out of the hole and looked at Trier, who was floating in the air, with a solemn expression.

The holy flames did not stop burning the mountains and the sky; they continued to slowly descend with an unparalleled sense of oppression.

Dreams are simulations of reality.

Edith's attack directly altered the entire terrain. While it's true that the matter in the dream wasn't real matter, but rather a mixture of dream shadows and divine power, Edith's ability to cause the heavens and earth to collapse and mountains to burn and seas to boil with a single word was still a bit too exaggerated—if this weren't a dream, but reality, this power would be comparable to a powerful god!

As a veteran demigod in the dream world, she didn't even quite understand how the other party had managed to do it.

But the next moment, the water sprite suddenly laughed again.

"As expected of my great-great-great-great-granddaughter!" Fusada murmured happily to herself. "Once Losevie is resurrected through her, won't she be invincible in the Prime Material Plane? Perhaps, letting her interact more with that old lich Trir won't be so bad..."

As she spoke, she happily hummed a little tune, flapped her wings, and flew towards Trier in the sky.

Although Trier's expression remained calm, his heart was filled with immense sorrow.

—Lossevier's true strength is probably even greater than her own at her peak in the game.

Although this is a dream, the divine power required to change reality and alter the laws is minimal; moreover, those demons, angels, dragons, and even mountains and the sky are not real, but merely unconscious fragments deposited deep within the collective dream, so the divine power required to "flip" and "burn" them is also minimal; at the same time, using the fairy language of Tisla in the dream world is highly efficient in mobilizing divine power, and I have also taken advantage of the relevant knowledge.

Even so, those two sentences were enough to deplete the theoretical maximum amount of divine power that an ordinary, weak divine power could accumulate!

To put it in perspective, the divine power consumed is roughly equivalent to the faith that a peaceful and stable Southern Dukedom could produce in three months.

At this moment, the divine power he was playing as Loseweg was still terrifyingly abundant. He could release this divine power, which could directly destroy the entire dream, at least once more.

Even if, for various reasons, Lothaway may be in an extremely weak state, she is still not someone to be trifled with.

What troubled Trier even more was that Laurence Lothaway had not shown up. Judging from his own experience, he felt that Laurence Lothaway must be waiting for an opportunity to plot a plan to eliminate all the participants.

We must do it as soon as possible

As he pondered, the holy flame grew ever larger, and soon the entire world was transformed into a vast expanse of white holy flame, with the cracking sound of space shattering ringing out continuously.

According to Trier's estimate, the entire dream will soon be reduced to nothingness in the boundless holy flames, and after the dream is completely burned, he will likely gain a huge amount of experience points; however, on the other hand, using divine power in such a way in the depths of the collective dream may also cause unknown effects.

Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a muffled flapping sound of wings behind him.

Trier slowly turned his head and saw the water sprite grinning foolishly...

For some reason, Trier felt that the water sprite's silly grin looked a lot like Edith.

"Well done, little Edith!" the water sprite praised happily. "That's a great idea!"

Amidst the holy flames that consumed the heavens, Trier revealed a peaceful smile.

“Beautiful lady, I greatly admire my ancestor Rosevie. May I ask where I can meet her?”

“What nonsense are you talking about? You are Losevie,” the water sprite said with a smile, still avoiding a direct answer. “Accepting one’s fate is a great sign of wisdom.”

Trier's expression remained unchanged.

Although Fusada behaved eccentrically and madly, she was indeed tight-lipped and could not be tricked into revealing anything.

The time traveler looked up at the increasingly approaching holy flames and made an important decision.

Before leaving this dream, there was one last thing he had to do.

"Creation," he thought.

The next moment, a plump, juicy tomato appeared in his hand!

"puff!"

Trier suddenly slammed the tomato into the water sprite's face.

Juice splattered everywhere, and the rotten skin of the tomato stuck to the water sprite's face, instantly releasing a burst of sour and astringent smell.

Seeing the water sprite's surprised and bewildered expression, Trillen immediately felt clear-headed and relaxed.

He conjured up nine more tomatoes and threw them all at the unsuspecting water sprite's face.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

The sound of tomatoes popping echoed one after another, and Trier showed a genuine smile.

At that moment, he also experienced the joy of being a neutral party in the chaos.

"You're really holding a grudge!" the crowd complained. "She only threw one tomato at you, and you've thrown ten already."

However, the next moment, Trier's smile froze.

The water sprite's surprised and bewildered expression disappeared, and a bright smile slowly spread across her face, which was covered in tomato juice.

"Interesting, so interesting, so fascinating!" the water sprite laughed heartily.

Trier's face twitched slightly.

Sure enough, he still couldn't understand the people who were just having fun in the chaos.

Amidst the water sprite's maniacal laughter, the holy flames utterly incinerated everything. As the blazing white flames licked at Trier's clothes, the entire world suddenly exploded into countless fragments.

Everything returned to deathly silence.

Chapter 229 Shattered Dreams

Half an hour before Trier fell asleep, Shattered Star Islands.

The damp sea breeze blew through the palm trees on the beach, past the bustling, brightly lit evening market, through the towering metal walls, and against the glass curtain walls, making a "creaking" sound.

This is a quiet elven mansion, with its curved outer corridors encircling the spotless glass curtain walls like sea serpents, while the dynamic, streamlined viewing platform faces the jagged coastline.

This mansion was clearly designed by a master, but at this moment, there was not a single light or sound inside.

Suddenly—

"Clap."

A silver spark instantly illuminated the observation deck, and a female elf covered in dust, carrying a brown briefcase, appeared out of thin air inside the building.

"Finally back, phew." The female elf breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to herself, "I almost capsized in the gutter."

She looked up at the coastline, the lights of the distant market illuminating her face.

She looked remarkably like Fyodor—azure eyes, cascading golden hair, and beautiful muscles that flowed like mercury beneath her fair skin; except, she wore a pair of drab gray glasses.