I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 257

Chapter 257 chapter 51 Void, Sword of Void Destruction
The only sound beside his ears was the piercing sound of wind stirring sand and stones. Iget felt the pitch-black color devouring everything in front of him, his perception beginning to blur and his senses turning numb.
Only the deathly wind and sand rustled.
Is this what the power of death is like…? These were the last words thought in Iget’s mind.
“Iget!”
A sharp, girlish voice rang out. Bright red, anxious, beautiful eyes seemed to pierce through the hazy vision. Iget instinctively reached out his hand, and what he touched was a delicate, smooth, and slender little palm.
“Miss Flarn, it’s alright…”
Iget raised his head. Amidst the deathly black sand, the Necromancer’s figure was already faintly visible. The Necromancer, through the hood, his voice spread within the raging storm:
“Even with that elf’s protection, you’re not dead yet? Boy, it seems you’re not as the outside world claims.”
In the sand and wind, the Necromancer’s footsteps were exceptionally clear. With each step, a grain of sand was crushed, as if a wisp of life was returning to stillness.
Iget felt the surging tide of death around him swell again. He wanted to retreat, but he found that in his left hand, he was holding a slender, white, and delicate little hand.
“However, boy, you can only rely on the protection of others… allowing a mere Silver like you to live to stand before me. But who else can you rely on?”
The Necromancer sneered. Beside him, the surging tide of death gathered again, pouring down, the spreading pitch-black color like the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, devouring Iget on the barren land in one gulp!
“Protection… I wish I could.”
Iget mumbled with dry lips. The young girls beside him, Verafia was the noble Flame Phoenix, and Ophi was also the descendant of the Black Flame Dragon King. If they were by his side, even now, Iget would never believe they would lose.
But… Ain, who was beside him, had already disappeared, and behind him, there was only the weak Blood Race Girl.
Iget glanced around. The deathly black curtain had already descended. His hand was tightly held by the young girl, but she had already gently closed her blood-red eyes, seeming to await the arrival of death.
However, for some reason, an impulse arose in the boy’s heart. He raised the Sword of the End with one hand, straightened his body, and with his raised eyes, he looked directly at the Necromancer’s spell formula behind the pitch-black storm.
“I want to ask, is Miss Verafia alright?”
The Necromancer was surprised by Iget suddenly standing in front of him, and cackled, “You mean that furry, shaggy firebird? Heh, boy, I won’t hide it from you, I already ate her in one bite!”
“You’re dreaming!”
Unexpectedly, Iget roared, and the Sword of the End in his hand glowed as he pulled it out.
The Necromancer let out a cold laugh, but then his face froze. He felt a power far exceeding the Silver realm appearing on the black-haired boy’s sword, and it was steadily rising, instantly surpassing Platinum Crystal and reaching the Star realm!
“What!”
Just the sharpness of the blade cut through the crushing wave of death. The Necromancer felt that things were getting beyond his control. He suddenly bit his tongue, spat out black blood, and then swung his staff. Around him, black smoke of death condensed, gathering into a more powerful attack, covering the sky of the entire domain.
Iget held the sword in his hand. He felt endless power, as if the power of the entire world, pouring into this thin blade. However, the Sword of the End was incomparably stable, held by the boy’s hand.
Iget didn’t think too much. He raised the sword with his right hand, and the surging sword light cut through the black mist that covered the surroundings.
Vast energy poured into the boy’s sword. Iget suddenly realized that the power within the Sword of the End was fluctuating according to a specific trace, as if someone other than him was wielding the Sword of the End and personally executing sword techniques.
“Could it be, the ‘Arm’s Reach Sky Splitting’ and the Sword of Ash Destruction and Annihilation that the Young Lady gave me… but, it’s not right…”
Iget felt the fluctuations spreading from the blade in his hand, but he soon sensed the difference: compared to the girl’s quick and gorgeous sword techniques, the sword techniques performed with the Sword of the End were brighter and more intense, as if with a sincere heart, they would destroy all enemies in front of them!
In just an instant, the sword techniques in his hand seemed to have been performed thousands of times before the boy’s eyes. Iget raised his wrist, and an astonishing sword light swept up. The sharp blade of the ancient long sword pointed towards the Necromancer’s figure beneath the pitch-black sky.
The Necromancer felt an unparalleled threat. He raised his staff and changed his attack. Numerous controlled undead skeletons stood up around him, blocking in front of him; at the same time, Iget slightly lowered his eyes, looking at the long sword in his hand.
“This is the sword technique performed by Lord Lothel?”
Iget’s lips uttered a slight sound. What the boy said was not an exaggeration; it was that this legendary strongest swordsman had performed this astonishing sword technique, and at this moment, he, a hundred years ago, was drawing his weapon again!
As if after this sword, the void would be shattered and all things destroyed—Void, Sword of Void Destruction!
As if by instinct, Iget swung his sword down. Terrifying sword light poured onto the thin blade. In an instant, hundreds and thousands of powerful undead were destroyed, and the blazing sword light cut through the pitch-black sky, leaving behind a blazing white and terrifying sword mark that had lasted for tens of thousands of years!
The deathly storm was extinguished, and the aura of the undead that filled the entire land was destroyed in an instant under the sword light.
Iget opened his eyes and saw the Wood Elf who had been blown tens of meters away, the remaining adventurers looking at each other with ecstatic expressions, and even Ophi by the dragon skeletons.
However, the boy did not see the slender and beautifully radiant girl who was like a flame. Iget’s palm tightened on the sword.
“Boom!”
With a deafening roar, the entire domain was cleaved by the brilliant sword light. The concepts of time and space were reinterpreted on the continent of the present world. The Necromancer’s face, beneath his pitch-black hood, revealed terror. He wanted to escape but found himself appearing in front of Iget.
Behind the sword light, the black-haired boy holding the sword with one hand, his sapphire eyes, his gaze was incomparably cold, making even the Necromancer feel a chill of fear.
The Necromancer retreated in fear, but he immediately realized that the boy opposite him was merely a Silver, and the long sword in his hand had already been swung. He suddenly let out a sinister laugh.
“You, a Silver, still want to kill me!”
The Necromancer’s voice was ferocious. Not only were the residual fragments of death from his domain gathering around him, his black robe fluttering wildly, but even his own magic power overflowed like viscous black blood, emitting an extremely chilling aura that froze the surrounding air!
“Iget!”
The anxious, slender voice of the Blood Race Girl sounded from behind.
The Necromancer’s wild laughter abruptly stopped, and the surging magic power around him seemed to freeze at this moment. Iget remained silent, his response was a blazing blade!