I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 252

Chapter 252 Chapter 45 Anderdun (Part 2)
“The hero who fought against our race back then, I really didn’t expect… not only did he get into her body, but he also turned into a woman!”
“That’s not something you should concern yourself with.”
Verafia’s expression was cold, and her fair, delicate face reflected the brilliant glow of fireworks. “Anderdun, I’ve come to find you, not to listen to your useless ramblings.”
“Oh, Hero, are you here to negotiate with me, a demon?”
The Black-winged Monarch’s massive shadow loomed in mid-air, demonic energy churning as he mockingly addressed the girl. “Let me think, Hero, you want to take revenge on Lancaster, so you want to rope me in?”
Verafia’s golden eyes flickered, and she saw countless materialized Death Magic energies condense in the sky above. The rippling fluctuations crushed the land piece by piece.
Suddenly, the condensed black wings flashed, and rolling black smoke and the sharp cries of black lightning formed a Deathfall Spear, piercing down towards the young girl like a black meteor!
“Anderdun, are you trying to attack me?”
“Hero, not only did you turn into a woman, but has your brain also become so foolish! Ridiculous, you’ve already sent Herafir to my doorstep, so how can I ignore her?”
Verafia’s voice was drowned out by the whistling wind generated by the death spear. Anderdun’s black wings covered half the sky, and his wild laughter drowned out the tsunami-like, fierce fluctuations:
“However, don’t worry, I’ll tell you after I kill Lancaster!”
The moment the black death spear struck down, the girl’s radiant golden hair was swept by the wind. Her golden eyes lifted, and a snow-white hand, like a work of art, blocked the tip of the spear, which possessed a powerful might capable of piercing through a mountain.
The Black-winged Monarch scoffed at Verafia’s action.
He could see clearly that the girl before him was merely at the Crystal Transformation stage, with an unimaginable gap compared to the hero Lothel of the past. With his current attack…
“Ugh!”
Suddenly, extreme pain flashed across Anderdun’s face.
The black and frenzied Death Magic flickered violently. The spear, composed purely of the concept of “Death,” suddenly halted before the girl’s palm. Fiery red embers appeared in every rune, as if burning from the very foundation of its construction!
The girl slightly raised her beautiful eyes, her soft voice like jade. Her flawless snow-white face reflected the brilliant golden light, which was incongruous with the chaotic blackness, exuding a sense of sacredness above its magnificence.
“Anderdun, you might have something like Atros’s ‘Death’ divinity, which even the Demon King doesn’t know about. With your own self-exploration, it’s no wonder your knowledge is so shallow.”
Verafia’s jade-like slender hand lightly touched the descending spear. With a slight grip, the deathfall spear, which seemed capable of world destruction, shattered into pieces like charred rotten wood, with faint sparks.
“However, your grasp of ‘divinity’ is so ordinary, yet you are so confident?”
If she were facing the physical Black-winged Monarch, Verafia would not be so confident.
However, the opponent before her had his true demonic body already severed by the Sacred Sword, and even his demonic power had dissipated. Currently, he relied solely on half a divinity.
And this “Death” divinity was reshaped by Verafia through her flame. Therefore, Verafia was not afraid of the Black-winged Monarch before her at all.
Anderdun’s eyes widened with disbelief. Flames erupted all over his massive demonic body, with dense patterns of fire appearing. His demonic power-condensed flesh and blood seemed to melt, dripping like viscous liquid, only to be evaporated by the heat emanating from his body.
However, what terrified him even more was that the most core “divinity” within him had also begun to show patterns of fire. Under the high temperature, it even showed signs of collapse.
“What did you do to me!”
The Black-winged Monarch roared, and at the same time, his vast demonic power surged, forming turbulent winds of silent dark currents, attempting to obliterate the girl before him.
“Anderdun, we’re old friends, aren’t we? I took the trouble to help you recondense this divinity, and instead of thanking me, you suddenly attacked?”
Verafia scoffed, her delicate hair gently swayed by the wind. Her scorching golden eyes curved slightly like the golden moon, looking quite relaxed.
“However, there’s no need for you to struggle here. You can’t extinguish this flame now!”
The clear girl’s voice drowned out the raging storm in the sky. Verafia waved her left hand, and the roaring flames surged upwards, blocking the Black-winged Monarch’s weakened full-power attack.
“Uh—”
Verafia took a step forward. The moment her exquisitely crafted short boots landed, the burning golden flames instantly spread out, painting the foul black earth where she stood in a glorious, brilliant gold.
“Did you ever consider why I appeared before you, and at this time? What you said before was right; to take revenge on Lancaster, I indeed need your help… and, within you, there is still half of a divinity.”
In the endlessly burning flames, the Black-winged Monarch’s dark demonic power was almost chaotic. The black domain he supported churned with turbulent dark tides, trying to crush the flames. He roared at Verafia.
“You want to kill me? Ridiculous! Hero, you are only at the first stage of Crystal Transformation now, how can you kill me!”
“Anderdun, with just a flawed divinity, you are not qualified to speak to me.”
Verafia’s peerlessly beautiful face showed a cold smile. She raised her delicate jade fingertips, and flowing magnificent flames condensed into a long sword of golden feathers.
The flowing light of the flames drew a straight diagonal line across the sky, its brilliance flashing. The sword mark was filled with brilliant golden flames, burning fiercely.
The “Sky-Shattering” Sword cut through the black domain, and the Black-winged demonic body exposed to the sword light was pierced through the chest with a single sword. The flowing black demonic blood burned with golden flames.
The Black-winged Monarch’s demonic body surged with astonishing demonic power like raging waves, but the golden flames ignited in the core of his body became even hotter and brighter.
The Black-winged Monarch cried out in pain, his damaged black wings slashing down like swords.
A line of golden light flashed. The utterly disproportionate brilliant gold and pitch-black swords collided in mid-air, but it was the terrifying black sword wings that were repelled.
Verafia’s white, slender hand glowed with flames, spreading destructive fluctuations.
The “Destruction” Sword flashed in the burning flames, sweeping across like a scythe, striking the Black-winged Monarch’s body, whose domain had been severed and defenses were gone. The burning sword light, like destruction, annihilated all matter on his body.
“This is impossible… I, I was reborn with such difficulty! This is impossible, I still want revenge!”
“Tch, I already told you, it was this young lady who let you revive. Moreover, Anderdun, stop your incompetent rage. Do you think it’s still like before? You can’t even withstand one of my ‘Destruction Severance’!”
Verafia pouted and snorted, her magnificent skirt corner lifted by the dazzling sword light.
As the girl moved with lotus-like steps, brilliant golden flames spread across the ground. She walked before the mountain-like, yet collapsing and uncontrollable Black-winged Monarch, suddenly raised her golden moon-like eyes, and curved her lips into a smile:
“Alright, I’ve said enough to you. Now, Wing of Death, it’s time for your ‘End’!”
“No—”
The Black-winged Monarch’s roaring voice solidified into eternal silence in an instant. The judgment sword light condensed by the sun’s flame was blazing and bright, as if tearing the entire sky apart, striking the Black-winged Monarch’s dark and silent body.
The authority of “Death” was completely dissolved in the flames and sword light. Suddenly, a slender hand like fine jade reached into his muddied chest and grasped the divinity inscribed with golden runes!
—
Brilliant sword light raged. The Black-winged Monarch’s mountain-like, massive demonic power-condensed flesh-and-blood form, along with his broken physical bones, collapsed like mud. Every bit of foul blood and decayed flesh still had sparks burning in the withered demonic power, lingering with the power of deathly stillness.
However, the moment it touched Verafia, it evaporated into thin air.
The girl’s slender white hand held a half-golden divinity, and the lingering “Death” power attempted to spread, but on her jade-like slender fingertips, the flowing golden flames collided, their light flickering incessantly.
However, looking at the fragment of divinity in her palm, Verafia couldn’t help but furrow her delicate brows slightly.
“It is indeed Atros’s ‘Death’ divinity, but, as I felt before, there is a large part of it missing, no wonder Anderdun is so weak.”
Although Verafia’s own flames condensed within this divinity had greatly weakened its power, Anderdun was truly incredibly weak just now, unable to even withstand one of her sword strikes.
After all, he was once one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the demon race, an immortal powerhouse. Originally, Verafia had thought she would at least need to use the power of “Flame” to defeat Anderdun.
Verafia began to ponder.
“But, who did this… could it be Lancaster again? If so, why didn’t he take it completely?”
After thinking for a while, Verafia still couldn’t figure it out. She shook her little head. Her golden eyes fell back on the divinity held in her slender hand. She could clearly sense the strong control over the law of “Death” within it.
Although the attribute of this divinity did not quite match hers, for Verafia at present, being able to extract its law runes to repair herself was the most important thing.
“Moreover, besides this, the demonic power that Anderdun hid within is enough for me to advance to the Star level if I absorb it completely. Pfft, as expected of my old friend!”
Speaking of which, she seemed to have come for Anderdun’s demonic power in the first place, and half a divinity was completely unexpected good fortune.
Verafia’s lips curved slightly, looking pleased. With a subtle movement of her fingertips, the condensed divinity was decomposed into countless tiny particles and melted into the golden flames.
The abyssal depths, now devoid of the Black-winged Monarch’s divine power and will, had its once dense Death Magic become thin. Verafia waved her slender hand, and the surging flames easily engulfed a large area of space around her.
Verafia casually picked up a small broken bone that had fallen after the Black-winged Monarch’s avatar collapsed.
“However, there’s still some magic power left from this Wing of Death. This way, this young lady cannot waste it. Hmm… Let me think, what should I do?”
“Coo, coo.”
The Fire Pigeon let out a weak “coo, coo” sound. Verafia’s golden eyes looked over and she held it in her arms.
The Fire Pigeon, whether it was scared earlier or had consumed too much after Verafia had cut off its wing, looked listless.
Even when Verafia extended her fingers to hold its wing, the Fire Pigeon only moved its legs, without even a hint of struggling.
“Hey, I only used a little of your blood, is that enough to make you like this… Oh well, you’re a pigeon made of fire, and also the pet of that Wood Elf. Then, this young lady will give you some compensation.”
A ray of flame light flashed on Verafia’s fingertips, and a wound appeared on her fair, tender skin, from which bright red blood flowed.
The girl thought for a moment, then placed her finger in front of the Fire Pigeon’s beak. The Fire Pigeon flapped its wings, cooed twice, and began to suck with its beak.
Verafia put the Fire Pigeon aside, cupped her chin in her small hand, her golden eyes flashing.
“I’ve taken almost everything from Anderdun. Next, I should go deal with that Necromancer… Hmm? Ig seems to be in trouble?”