Azure Scepter

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"Bang!" The ruby ​​necklace on the succubus's chest exploded into dust, and her smooth, full forehead rapidly withered as if dehydrated. Within half a breath, the succubus's beautiful face became as withered as a dried corpse, and her deathly gray skin hung like skin on her prominent cheekbones.

The succubus Orianna let out a muffled groan as she looked in horror at the powdery remains of the necklace on the ground.

The necklace, bestowed upon her personally by Lady Bloodthorn, granted immunity to all instant-death effects. But now, this necklace, imbued with the power of the Demon Lord, had turned to ashes like quicksand...

The power contained in that Death Finger was astonishing; if it even grazed her, she would surely die!

"Damn it, we've encountered an extremely powerful dream realm monster." The succubus Orianna was filled with lingering fear. "This level of power must be that of a demigod..."

Orianna suppressed the unnatural fear rising in her heart and looked up at Trier, which stood high on the edge of the sky.

At this moment, Trier was completely hidden in the churning black fog, with only his outstretched iron gauntlet clearly visible.

"We need to find a way to end this dream prophecy as soon as possible!" The succubus Orianna looked at her guiding light and felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

Chapter 188 The Great Flame Demon

The skull indicator light had been blown up by the aftershocks of the massive lysis.

In an instant, the succubus Orianna's thoughts were abruptly halted, like a rapidly spinning gear being suddenly pierced by a crowbar.

Unable to end the dream prophecy, she returned on her own and can only wait for the scene to switch on its own!

"We must rely on magic to hold out until the scene changes!" With her mind racing, the succubus Orianna gritted her teeth and decided on her strategy.

But what spell should we use?

Orianna was immediately confused.

—Advanced invisibility technique?

No! You can't move at all when making prophecies through dreams; that's just deceiving yourself.

—Dimensional Gate?

That won't work either! When making a dream prophecy, you can't move actively using magic.

—A magical counter?

Countless thoughts rushed through her mind, only to be quickly rejected. She didn't know what to do, but Orianna knew that even the worst decision was better than waiting to die, so she took a deep breath and made a decision.

To attack with force—use the banishment technique!

She reached out and grasped the spellbook, then abruptly looked up at the terrifying monster high above. She then touched her tongue to her teeth, preparing to utter the first spell syllable.

However, the next moment, she was so frightened that she was scared out of her wits!

Amidst the churning, boiling black mist, the iron gauntlet extended by the dream world monster once again extended a finger.

The tornado-shaped vortex of negative energy suddenly accelerated, and the death wind here was cold and strong. Before the opponent had finished casting the spell, fine blood lines burst out from Orianna's body, and large pieces of flesh and blood along with scarlet blood droplets were blown away by the death wind that dissipated during the spell.

The succubus Orianna's pupils suddenly contracted.

The second spell from that dream world monster is almost ready!

She suppressed the growing fear in her heart and tried her best to identify the other party's magic.

The winds of death and negative energy transformed into a deep, eerie green, like dark green specks of light in a desolate, ghostly land, rapidly gathering at the fingertips of the iron gauntlet.

"It's Disintegrate!" Orianna's heart skipped a beat. "My casting speed isn't as fast as it; it's too late to cast Banish!"

Suddenly, she caught sight of the Flame Demon burning in the sky like the sun, and in an instant, the thought of saving her life flashed through her mind like lightning.

Use your mind to remotely pull the Balrog down to block the attack!

The so-called mind-control is not mind control. This spell is more like a kind of telekinetic power that can exert force on matter and manipulate its movement.

The high-ranking succubus suddenly spread her wings and unleashed a spell.

At that moment, the Balrog in the sky had just regained its senses. Although it didn't quite understand why its surroundings looked somewhat bizarre, it still glanced down at its feet and said coldly, "Foolish mortal, you have disturbed the noble Bagnatro, dwarf, your end is nigh..."

Before the words were even finished, a powerful force slammed into its back. The Balrog groaned and was pulled down by Orianna's telepathic control!

The next moment, darkness fell.

Orianna's heart tightened.

—The Disintegration Spell unleashed a terrifying burst of dark green flames!

"Boom!" The Flame Demon slammed straight to the ground, and a shockwave mixed with dust rose up suddenly, sending countless fragments of rock flying.

The dark green beam of light struck the Flame Demon directly.

At this moment, time seemed to have entered into viscous amber, and everything became extremely slow.

Orianna saw the entire process by which the Dissociation Technique took effect.

The outer flames of the Balrog were first blinded by the flash of the disintegrating dark green beams, and then every muscle fiber beneath its flames suddenly let out a mournful sigh, its thick bones and fiery red, branch-like blood vessels being illuminated by the blinding flash.

Its scarlet, tough skin began to dissolve in the acidic green liquid. The fire demon stretched out a hand in terror, but before it could fully raise it, green light mercilessly surged onto its fingers. In the next instant, the entire fire demon turned into a cloud of green ash.

"Clap."

The flaming demon's ashes fell to the ground, hissing and corroding.

The faint smell of mud masked the smell of sulfur.

The fire demon that single-handedly destroyed a city died in the aftermath of the battle between the two spellcasters.

[XP+8000!]

Trier glanced at the cobalt blue information stream that flashed past the corner of his eye and frowned.

The experience is too little; the Balrog shouldn't have given so little.

The next moment, he suddenly felt relieved.

The Balrog that was shielded from the attack wasn't a real Balrog; it was merely an aggregate of the dwarven shadows' hatred and fear of Balrogs, so it was perfectly normal for it to have less experience.

"This succubus is very adaptable; I have to use targeted spells now, or things will get complicated," Trier muttered to himself.

The crowd's voices trembled: "What do you want to use?"

“I’m going to initiate a spell sequence,” Trier sneered.

Before he finished speaking, he withdrew his hands and began his first spell incantation after entering the dream divination.

The succubus had just breathed a sigh of relief when, in the next instant, her eye twitched violently.

Orianna was astonished to find that the magical storm had gone, and the once silent wind of death was now like a mad, bloodthirsty thug, frantically sweeping away all the other magical winds in the area.

Because the magical storm had passed, she couldn't cast any spells!

Orianna knew that the terrifying monster that had wandered from the dream world was preparing a horrific spell that was far beyond her comprehension.

She gave a bitter laugh, staring blankly at the horizon, and then gave up resisting.

The monster she was facing was probably at least on the same level as Lady Bloodthorn. The probability of her escaping alone against such a monster was virtually zero.

"What did you store in the spell sequence?" The voices of the crowd were weak, as if the signal was poor and intermittent.

After reciting the last syllable, Trier said, "Doomsday—Doomsday—Implosion."

"..." The crowd fell completely silent.

Trier reached out and gently scooped it up.

"boom!"

The succubus exploded into a shower of blood and gore, the shockwave from which ripped through the arena's north stands to shreds. The succubus's shattered flesh seemed to possess a corrosive quality, and the remaining ruins of the stands vanished within three breaths.

A bleak wind blew across the gravel, giving the entire arena a sinister, apocalyptic appearance.

[XP+35000!]

Looking at the experience points, Trier couldn't help but think to himself, "Last night she had 30000 experience points, but today she only has 35000. This means she's become weaker after dying once."

Trier slowly withdrew his left hand and turned his head to look at the headless dwarf king beside him.

The headless dwarf king stood blankly at the edge of the box, staring straight at the ruins of the arena.

"You killed Bagnatro, that vile and brutal Balrog?!" The ethereal voice of the dwarf king echoed through the air.

Trier wasn't going to listen to the other person's nonsense. He slowly reached out, intending to kill the other person and get the experience points.

But the next moment, the time traveler was stunned.

Chapter 189 Ancient People a Thousand Years Ago

A blue stream of information flashed across Trier's eye.

[Hint: You have slain "The Shadow of Bagnatro's Fear," and you have received the blessing of the Dwarven Echoes.]

[You have acquired the background perk: Giant Slayer]

[Giant Slayer: You're an expert at dealing with giant monsters, jump up and smash their knees! When attacking enemies of giant size or larger, you gain an additional 2 points of accuracy bonus, while their attacks against you suffer an additional 2 points of accuracy penalty.]

Trier's cold gaze fell upon the headless dwarf king.

Theoretically speaking, dealing with the lingering echoes of these dwarves would be a more profitable approach. In the past, he would have acted without hesitation, but now he hesitated.

A moment later, the paladin sighed and dispelled the Sunfire Burst he was channeling.

Experience points can be regained, but a clear mind is far more important than a few experience points. Since we've already received the gift, there's no need to kill anyone else.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then said coldly to the dwarf king, "You are all dead. This is just a false echo."

"Just admit you're soft-hearted. Why are you just like that elf next to you, all talk and no action?" the crowd thought to Trier.

Trier maintained his indifferent expression and did not respond to the crowd.

The headless dwarf's ethereal voice rang out again the next moment.

“We know that this is not Erapsothos, but the depths of a dream. Erapsothos was destroyed thousands of years ago.”

The common language of the dwarf king is very awkward and strange, with grammar that is not entirely consistent, and its personal pronouns are an extremely strange archaic term.

As the Dwarf King's voice rang out, countless dwarf shadows reappeared on the ruins of the stands. Their crimson eyes, as dense as honeycomb holes, were fixed on Trier once more, but this time, the hatred and resentment within them had been replaced by deep gratitude.

"We are merely echoes of the past, puppets driven by past hatred."

“Hatred may be meaningless, but it constitutes our very essence. Once hatred is resolved, we too will vanish.”

Trier nodded slightly.

The echo had a fairly clear way of thinking—the hatred for the Balrogs and the fact that they were interdependent, with the destruction of one inevitably leading to the destruction of the other.

The next moment, a crowned head suddenly grew out of the dwarf king's smooth neck wound, and a jewel-encrusted dagger appeared in his charred hand.

“My sins are grave, and since you have sworn an oath of revenge, I will not put you in a dilemma—please accept our gift, righteous man.”

Trier glanced at the ornate dagger, then shook his head.

Things predicted in dreams cannot be taken out of the world.

However, the next moment, something unexpected happened.

The dwarf king cleanly and decisively gripped the knife in his backhand and plunged the blade into his bare chest, piercing his already withered heart!

"Pfft!"

The dwarf king glanced down at the hilt of his sword, then looked up, his eyes, filled with blood and tears, closing as if in relief. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

Trier was stunned.

The next moment, the dwarf collapsed to the ground, his body slowly becoming transparent. The fragments of his shattered heart and crown turned to dust in half a breath. As if this was a signal, the dense shadows in the distance suddenly began to sing a wild and rhythmic song of the ancient dwarves.

"We are the resilient offspring of the ancient mountains, and weathered stones are our tribute."

As the chanting began, the shadows started to grow thinner and thinner.

"Walking barefoot along the path, we will never stop singing."

The remaining stands began to become transparent, and the heavy rocks slowly dissipated like yellow sand blown away by a strong wind.

"Fireworks illuminate my path forward, cat's-eye stones herald the future..."

The private room began to become transparent, and the entire scene vanished amidst the dwarves' cheerful singing.

[Blessed by the dwarven echo, XP +130000!]

Staring at the experience points that were enough to level up again, Trier felt a strange sense of loss and let out a long sigh.

However, before he could explore his own heart in detail, the scene suddenly changed!

We're about to arrive at the scene of revelation!

He will soon know the information about Lady Bloodthorn's descent into the container!