I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 246

Chapter 246 Chapter 40 Before the Curtain
Countless magic rays burst out in the sky with astonishing fluctuations, each blow turning undead into碎骨, before being crushed into fragments by even more violent power.
Above the sky, the whistling form of the dragon drove the space fluctuations like a tidal wave, colliding violently with Edgeworth, “Hand of the Storm,” releasing bursts of powerful magical impact that seemed to tear the entire sky apart.
Although the total magic and strength of the Underworld Frost Dragon were even greater than Edgeworth’s, almost surpassing the Saint Rank and reaching the limits of legend, under the suppression and blessing of the Saint Rank domain, the “Hand of the Storm” did not fall behind, and even had a tendency to suppress through several well-prepared Saint Rank forbidden spells!
In just over ten minutes of battle, the attacks released by nearly ten thousand adventurers were enough to obliterate an entire city. After the Underworld Frost Dragon’s subordinates were concentrated and killed, the adventurers’ attacks were all focused on the Underworld Frost Dragon.
“Boom!” The Nethefrost Bone Dragon desperately raised its dragon head, but its counterattack, under the containment of Edgeworth and thousands of mages, was insignificant to the entire adventurer army, causing only single-digit casualties and being heavily wounded by more firepower!
Verafia stood on the Magic Ship, her slender hand gripping a staff, casting a fireball at the shattered frost bones of the dragon. The frost wind exhaled by the struggling dragon lightly brushed the girl’s hair, reflecting the brilliance on her exquisite and flawless face.
A slight smile flickered across the girl’s youthful face, but in the dragon’s eyes, the dazzling golden eyes, like burning stars, hid a deep indifference, utterly unconcerned.
Verafia was not surprised that the Underworld Frost Dragon would be defeated. From ancient times to the present, even Saint Rank or legendary peak combat powers in the secular world would be in disarray and face the danger of death when facing a legion of tens of thousands.
Moreover, the Underworld Frost Dragon’s consciousness was not perfect, relying more on the instincts of its past life. However, none of the adventurers attacking it were below Silver, and there was a powerful Saint Rank. These factors predetermined the Underworld Frost Dragon’s end.
Therefore, Verafia was more concerned about the subsequent developments.
“Speaking of which, the person who snatched my bracelet should also be among the adventurers below… could he be the mastermind behind this?”
Although the strength he displayed when fighting her was only Crystal, anyone connected to the “Abyss” looked very suspicious… not to mention that he had snatched several things from her hands.
Thinking of that incident, Verafia couldn’t help but feel annoyed. She lowered her golden eyes to look at the dense crowd of adventurers below the ship, trying to find the black man who seemed to have an abyssal aura. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much success.
As she had told Igert last night, the opening of this domain was very likely the work of someone coveting the power of the Black-winged Monarch.
In fact, for Verafia, all she needed to do to find out who it was was to follow the clues of the “Stone of the Undead.” But unfortunately, she didn’t have enough time. She had just arrived here and ran to hunt the Underworld Frost Dragon the next day.
“Boom!”
Amidst countless magic beams and attacks, the Saint Rank magic that controlled the storms in the entire space transformed into a giant sword of storm. The giant blade, hundreds of meters long, collided with terrifying storm power and slashed straight down. The Nether Dragon wailed, and its right wing, already unable to bear the burden, was cut off.
The broken-winged Underworld Frost Dragon crashed to the ground like a small mountain, creating a huge pit. The dragon forcibly raised its head, accumulating its dragon breath, wanting to kill the surrounding humans in its death throes.
However, the storm wall that immediately descended blocked the spewing dragon breath. The storm greatsword, after cutting off the dragon’s wing, heavily chopped into the dragon’s raised head again!
The sound of magic and death colliding between the storm’s blade and the dragon’s head, followed by the cracking of its solid bones. The dim light in the dragon’s eyes rapidly faded. The magic sustaining the storm greatsword was exhausted, and it turned into fragments.
But it could no longer change the outcome of the Frost Dragon’s demise in the Undead Domain.
On the ship, Edgeworth put away his staff, but his vast Saint Rank domain was still maintained, and his expression was much more relaxed. He said to Igert:
“This dragon was likely revived by the uncontrolled domain and magic after the Black-winged Monarch was annihilated by the King’s Sacred Sword. Although it is an undead creature, in essence, it is a crystallization of magic and concepts.”
Igert turned his head to look at the “Hand of the Storm.” Verafia, beside him, also raised her golden eyes with interest.
On the ground, thousands of adventurers held their weapons and launched the final attack on the bone dragon whose life breath was rapidly depleting. The swordsman in the dark green cape climbed onto its chest, raised his sword high, and scarlet Battle Qi quickly coiled around the sword edge before plunging it for the final blow.
Ophi felt a pang of sadness, turned her small face away, and did not look at the fallen figure of her kin.
The Frost Dragon let out a low groan and finally fell.
The “Dragon Slayer” who delivered the final blow raised his weapon and let out a rallying cry. On the mountain-like dragon’s body, the flowing light on the frost-white dragon bones extinguished. Suddenly, a frost-blue beam of light appeared at the piercing wound, as if drawing out all its power, and then shot straight to the zenith.
Afterward, pure crystals condensed from pure magic fell like frost-white snow petals.
Edgeworth said to the young man, “If I’m not mistaken, these magic crystals contain not only the magic of the Black-winged Monarch and this Frost Dragon in their past lives, but perhaps also their laws and concepts. If you can absorb them, I believe it will be very beneficial.”
Igert looked at “Hand of the Storm” and opened his mouth, “Lord Edgeworth…”
“Igert, I had decades of experience before I was promoted to the Saint Rank. Your expression is too obvious. In your heart, you don’t completely trust me.”
Edgeworth looked at Igert’s hesitant expression and suddenly turned to Verafia beside him, “Or perhaps, Miss Phoenix beside you is unwilling to trust me.”
“Humph, I don’t know you, why should I trust you?”
Verafia crossed her arms and pouted, then her golden eyes moved, “Of course, I’m not targeting you alone. Edgeworth, you should know that this domain cannot appear out of thin air. Either you created it, or someone else did.”
“Miss Verafia thinks I’m making a wedding dress for others?”
Edgeworth stroked his beard and laughed heartily. The golden runes on the staff under the Storm Gem flickered, but his expression was dismissive. “Miss Phoenix, if you are like the phoenix that is reborn from the ashes in legends, you must understand the concept of the term ‘Sacred Domain’.”