I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 174

Chapter 174 Chapter 92 Swordsman of Blood Light (Part 1)
“Also, human… I forgot to tell you, we have always been here, in what you call the ‘City of Blood’.”
Elishia’s expression froze. Thinking of Verafia’s words, her golden pupils widened with shock, “Could it be…”
The rolling blood-colored light swallowed the maiden’s silhouette. Before Igget could even utter a sound, the world before his eyes tore apart and then re-expanded.
From the perspective of Oran, the Duke of Blood, the master of this world, and a figure of legend, shattered scenes of all kinds appeared before them:
The Battle of the Eastern Front during the Demon Race War, where Oran, in his blood-winged form, was severely wounded by the Black-winged Monarch; before the city fell, nobles and warriors throughout Ranteja chose to drink his blood, abandoning their human identities for the survival of the entire continent; and the scene of him silently holding the mangled corpse of his only son, and drawing his blood-stained sword once more…
Elishia’s gaze never wavered.
Within Verafia’s scorching golden eyes, delicate ripples also gently flowed as the maiden lightly stepped forward with her slender feet. With each passing moment, a world would shatter, becoming even more violent and rapid.
Each rapidly collapsing and instantly regenerating world outlined the past of the legendary Grand Duke of Blood.
Elishia gazed intently, her immersion in the experience making her stunningly beautiful face even more solemn. Elishia suddenly raised her eyes.
“Miss Verafia, you know Duke Oran’s story?”
“His story… Hmph, of course. I’m not forgetful like you humans.”
Elishia’s lips twitched slightly at the maiden’s taunting voice, but she still couldn’t speak. She was silent for a moment, then shook her head, saying sincerely and earnestly:
“Miss Phoenix… perhaps I should ask you about these things. But now, this world, as you said, is condensed from Duke Oran’s emotions. So how should we leave it?”
Verafia glanced at her with her golden eyes, crossing her little hands over her chest and tilting her pretty face up, she said.
“Why leave? Elishia, I told you before, the ‘City of Blood’ you are looking for is this place.”
Igget’s turned eyes fell on the maiden, his pupils trembling, “Young Lady, you mean…”
Elishia’s gaze also shrunk. Charle, who approached her, slightly raised his face and shook his head, letting out a sound of realization.
“So that’s how it is. Miss Verafia, you mean that this ‘City of Blood’ we’ve arrived at was also created by Grand Duke Oran’s spirit?”
“You used the word ‘created’, you guy… It seems you know quite a bit.” Verafia raised her fair face and snorted, speaking to Charle with a slightly displeased tone.
Charle did not reply, smiling faintly and shaking his head.
“You are correct. The Ranteja of the past, under your King’s Sacred Sword, might have already been lost in the void. How could it be summoned again simply by the actions of a traitor?”
“However, Miss Phoenix, Duke Oran was a near-godly expert in his lifetime. Even though he is dead, we are still unable to break through this world created by his residual spirit,” Charle said, taking a step closer to her.
“Duke Oran has long been dead. Such a world is merely the instinctive reaction of residual spirit… and all of them are things he deeply remembers. But, Elishia, have you not noticed that the degree to which these worlds are changing is becoming more and more intense?”
Verafia ignored her, her delicate, jade-like fingertips curling slightly, and a brilliant golden flame was born in her fair palm. The maiden slightly tilted her head, strands of hair as radiant as the golden sun cascading onto her porcelain-like smooth skin, she spoke softly.
“Young Lady, you mean that it is precisely because of Duke Oran’s emotional reactions that these condensed worlds are undergoing drastic and unstable changes? If so…”
“Once his consciousness awakens, naturally, we will be able to see him again.”
Verafia turned her face to look at the young man beside her. The light of the flame passed through the vast blood light, illuminating her flawless profile. It seemed that at this moment, the entire sky was experiencing more violent fluctuations, with countless scenes shattering and rapidly appearing.
Suddenly, the entire blood-colored world froze, then quickly turned pitch black. Verafia raised her pupils.
“It’s time.” The maiden’s clear voice echoed in the suppressed space. But for some reason, the maiden’s melodious voice, like that of a sky-lark, seemed a little low.
Igget had no time to think. All his senses, whether auditory, visual, or any other perception, were captured by the light that suddenly broke through.
“What is this?”
The pitch-black world was illuminated by infinite light. A majestic monarch, bearing all the hope of light, drew his sword. Instantly, a radiance as brilliant as the sun erupted. Beneath the pure white, a huge sword edge, dyed golden yellow, slashed down. The unstoppable force of light was directed at the blood-colored evil resisting below, obliterating it!
“This is His Majesty the King’s Sacred Sword!” Dofiraia exclaimed in surprise.
Verafia also raised her flawless fair face, the brilliant light illuminating her fair skin. She slightly parted her lips.
“Heh… Sacred Sword.”
Pure golden divine power on the sword edge obliterated everything. All darkness and evil instantly burned to ashes. The huge blood-colored figure struggled, but the dense blood light was as thin as paper under the golden sword edge.
The phantom of the Sacred Sword severed the sky, the enormous blood wings were cut off, and the dazzling sword light swept through the city of the Blood Race. Every vampire wailed in the extreme brightness, turning into dust.
After ultimate light, comes unresolvable darkness. The entire violently fluctuating world also became silent at this moment, as if everything was deathly still.
“So that’s how Duke Oran’s experience was. If the people of the Kingdom at that time… Never mind. Miss Verafia, I can feel his spirit changing. Is this what you were talking about?”
Verafia looked at Charle, who spoke. The latter’s gaze was clear.
“Young Lady? Do you think this Charle is hostile towards you?” Igget felt that the girl’s gaze beside him seemed to hold another meaning, and couldn’t help but whisper in her ear.
The pitch-black darkness, as if of an eternal night, only paused for a moment. Just like the distorted space back then, the entire world was rapidly reconstructed.
Igget suddenly turned his head. In his eyes, what appeared around them were the remnants of a city, with old and broken bricks, and broken long pillars, as if scorched by sacred flames and then destroyed by the sword edge of ultimate light.
“The scene here is almost the same as Ranteja, which His Majesty destroyed with the Sacred Sword.” Elishia crouched down and lightly touched the brick on the ground in front of her. Instantly, the hard brick and stone weathered into dust.
The maiden raised her golden eyes and said.
“I think this is what Miss Verafia was talking about. Perhaps it was also shaped by Duke Oran’s spirit, but… his residual spirit is also located here.”
Elishia suddenly said earnestly to Verafia not far away.
“Miss Verafia, although you have always denied it, I think… you still care a lot about Duke Oran’s legacy, don’t you? I will not obstruct your aspirations.”
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Finally got to the last paragraph… I need to resolve this quickly (I’m dying)