Chapter 279 Chapter 73 Hodrea
“Young Lady!”
As Ig shouted, Ophi was startled. She wanted to stop, but before she could control her magic, the hard glacial ice wall in front of her was blasted with a hole by the huge kinetic energy from the girl’s body. The surrounding high temperature almost made Ophi jump up.
The high temperature of the flames left scorching marks under the night sky. Fortunately, the collision with Ophi’s ice wall allowed Verafia to barely control her body and summon the phoenix wings of flames to counteract the strong impact.
However, even so, when Verafia slammed into the black-haired young man running to catch her, she still knocked Ig over onto the ground, rolling several times before stopping.
Ig gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and supported himself on the ground to get up. He quickly held the girl’s slender shoulders and asked, “Young Lady, are you alright?”
“Huff! What could be wrong with me!”
A light and pleasant voice came from the small, soft, delicate body in front. The girl’s golden-haired head shook, and her exquisite little face, although looking a bit dishevelled, had a completely carefree expression in her clear and bright golden eyes.
Ig stared at the girl’s face for a moment, then Verafia jumped up from the ground. With a flick of her delicate jade finger, golden flames flowed over her body, burning away the residual black demonic power from the explosion.
The girl’s little head turned, and she was as clean as before. The white ribbon that tied her hair was gently blown by the wind colored with gold flames. She looked up at the sky, engulfed by the high temperature of the flames and countless shattered dust particles, and proudly curled her lips, looking as if revenge had been achieved.
“Ig, don’t look at how strange this swordsman is. Against me, he only gained an advantage with the initial sneak attack. Facing me seriously? Humph, Ig, did you see how embarrassed that guy looked?”
Although the first moment of impact between the flame’s light and the pitch-black demonic power released almost simultaneously had annihilated most of the energy, it was impossible for Ig to see clearly through the still dense demonic power. So, despite Verafia speaking excitedly, Ig had no idea if that swordsman had been burned to death by this little phoenix’s flames.
However, listening to the girl’s proud and happy tone, Ig also showed a slight smile.
Suddenly, Verafia’s exquisite and flawless snow-white little face turned back again. Ig was startled as the tips of her golden hair, like a brilliant golden sun, seemed to brush past him.
The girl tilted her head, then looked up with her beautiful big golden eyes, blinked her eyelashes, and asked in a slender and crisp voice:
“However, I always feel like you’re hiding something from me. Ig, do you have something to tell me, Young Lady?”
The struggle in Ig’s eyes only lasted for a few breaths. He smiled again and said, “I’m just glad you’re alright, Young Lady. Otherwise, my life would probably have followed you to the underworld.”
“Tsk, what are you saying? Don’t you trust me that much? Idiot, I’m not talking to you anymore!”
Verafia’s little face instantly turned unhappy. Her magnificent golden eyes glared at the young man, she pouted, kicked the ground with her little boots, and her small, delicate body turned and she ran towards the huge crater where the demonic power was gradually dissipating.
Ig watched the girl run off, pulling Flarn along, and with a cheerful voice, she exchanged greetings with Ophi, her slender figure disappearing. The expression on Ig’s face gradually faded, as if he was lost in thought.
“Ig? Did you just talk to Miss Vera…”
Dofiraia, who had also been knocked away, walked over and happened to see the fleeting expression on Ig’s face. The colors in her eyes flickered, and she subtly mentioned it.
“Ah, it’s Miss Dofi.”
Ig quickly came back to his senses, and when he saw the girl’s face, he smiled and said, “I’ve been resented by the Young Lady. It was just a joke… But she doesn’t seem to be injured. Miss Dofi, shall we go up together? I wonder if Sister Elysis…”
Verafia hummed a song, pulling the somewhat resistant Flarn, her little boots making “tap-tap” sounds on the ground.
“A bunch of church knights, hmm… but with this little strength, tsk, let alone the person who flattened this village, they can’t even deal with that guy. If it weren’t for me, wouldn’t you guys have come to send yourselves to your deaths?”
Verafia’s golden eyes casually scanned the surroundings. The more than ten knights, clad in sacred light armor and bearing the insignia of a cross sword, had almost all been thrown to the ground by the impact of the flame explosion. They struggled to get up, and she let out a light chuckle.
These church knights were mostly of Silver or Gold rank. Although they could easily deal with ordinary bandits, they were no match for her, who could defeat them with just a flick of her finger.
However, there was still that nun…
Verafia’s golden eyes lifted slightly, moving towards the place where she had just fought the abyss swordsman. The dense demonic power gradually faded, and the space previously shrouded by the abyss was revealed again under the twin moons of the night sky.
The nun in the silver robe held her staff in front of her, and the sacred golden radiance shone brightly, blocking most of the impact for her. Even so, Elysis still left sliding marks on the ground, her hair and robe were disheveled, and her slightly pale face showed disbelief as she looked forward with her eyes.
Not far from her stood the swordsman, holding two half-man-tall double-edged swords. At this moment, the dense black mist that had originally covered his body had disappeared, revealing his pale face. His robes were torn and tattered, and his ashen eyes were cast down, looking at the ground, devoid of any life.
Seeing the other person’s state, Verafia crossed her little hands in front of her chest and proudly curled her lips.
When it came to this person, Verafia certainly didn’t hold back during the last close-range engagement. If this person were to be blown up and killed, what would be the use of her demanding his promise? It would be better to vent her anger.
“You, could it be… you are Hodrea?”
Compared to Verafia’s relaxed gaze, Elysis’s eyes showed disbelief. She gripped her staff with her slender hand and exclaimed.
Ig, who had followed Verafia, heard Elysis’s voice and was first startled, then his expression changed, and he looked over with an unbelievable expression.
“Hodrea? Is that a famous person?”
Verafia looked around in confusion, then looked at Flarn next to her. The silver-haired girl quickly shook her head.
The youth swordsman opposite her put away a pitch-black greatsword, and his gaze, which shifted slightly, was reflected in the greatsword.
“Hodrea… I haven’t heard that name in a long time. I didn’t expect anyone to still remember.”
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I don’t know why the progress is so slow…
