I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 415

Chapter 415
Ig looked up and shouted, “Little Fei! Attack his left chest!”
Bishop Patel’s body trembled heavily beneath his purple divine robe, as if his physique instinctively sensed a threat.
The Ice Dragon Girl, who had already closed in and thrust her spear blade straight out, retracted her spear in mid-air. The frost-covered spear aura cut through the wind with an arc. Frost froze in its afterimage, and with a sound like a startled dragon, she thrust out again!
The cold spear blade struck the Executioner’s greatsword, and sparks flew from the fierce impact. The purple-robed bishop flicked his right arm, and the divine Dou Qi that emanated from beneath his robe sent the Ice Dragon Girl flying back more than ten meters. She crashed through the wooden chairs and tables in the prayer hall, landing heavily on the ground with a whimper.
“The immortal fire from Red Lotus, Surtur’s sword!!”
However, a slender girl’s figure, with wings of brilliant flames, moved with extreme speed. The moment Ophi was sent flying, she lightly tapped her jade-like feet on the ground and landed before the bishop’s tall figure. In her slender hand, she condensed the Red Lotus fire into a slender sword blade.
In just a short instant, before Bishop Patel could even swing his blade to react further; the terrifying high temperature of the girl’s slender Red Lotus blade caused even the peak Star-ranked Patel to show surprise!
Compared to Ophi, Verafia clearly understood Ig’s meaning better. Her exquisitely slender hand, like a jade bamboo shoot, gripped the blade and thrust it into the purple-robed bishop’s chest!
A strange hiss came from the purple-robed bishop’s throat, and then the chest, pierced by the burning sword blade of flames on his purple divine robe, suddenly expanded rapidly, like a bursting balloon, with a loud “Boom!”
“BOOM!”
A torrent of terrifying fluctuations that defied description roared and released from Bishop Patel’s shattered chest, as if all the divine Dou Qi and vibrant life force within his body were ignited and unleashed at this very moment.
Tsunami-like waves shook the church floor beneath the hard stone slabs all around, and the blinding light of the exploding dust was like a heavy silk curtain, obscuring the vision.
Ig was slammed heavily in the chest by the shockwave, directly blown into the wall on one side of the hall, and he coughed up blood as he fell to the ground.
Shielding himself with a magic shield, Shiel, who barely managed to block the impact, hurried to the young man’s side and helped him up, disregarding her messy clothes.
“Brother! Are you alright?”
Ig leaned on Shiel and stood up with difficulty. He just shook his head, then eagerly raised his eyes again, and whispered, “Young Lady!”
As the dazzling light released by the energy and the stirred-up dust gradually dissipated, Ig could see the scene clearly.
Bishop Patel was also thrown heavily against the wall on one side, with a huge gash in his chest, but no blood was visible. His purple divine robe was tattered, and he was slumped against his bones like a deflated skin.
However, Patel’s fingers, resting against the wall, could still move, and there was still breathing from his chest, indicating that his life had not been extinguished.
Her slender jade-like feet landed with a crisp sound, like glass touching a jade plate. Verafia’s thin skirt fluttered in the strong wind as she landed before the purple-robed bishop. Her slender Red Lotus sword blade was thrust towards his chest again, intending to finish Patel in one go!
She thrust her sword down, but the girl’s delicate eyebrows furrowed deeply.
She looked up and saw the body pierced by the sword rapidly burning, while not far away, the reappeared Patel leaned against the wall, his palm striking forcefully. Amidst the sound of bricks and gears, his body swayed and entered an open passage.
“Incarnation? Hey! Stop right there, this young lady commands you!”
“Young Lady, please wait!”
Ig shouted urgently, but the girl seemed eager to pursue, and her slender figure had already slipped inside.
For some reason, he always had a faint sense of unease in his heart.
Especially since, at first, Ig thought Bishop Patel would be the culprit, but this purple-robed bishop displayed such a strange state.
Coupled with Bishop Patel’s meaningless “decrees” and Chrisis…
“Ig!”
Ophi and Flarn rushed over. Ophi wiped her face and raised her little head, “Ig, let’s hurry and follow that phoenix!”
Ig nodded, about to take a step, when his arm was suddenly grabbed by the silver-haired vampire princess beside him, pulling him back, “Be careful!”
At the same moment, a striking sword light slashed through the spot where Ig had been standing. The powerful force carved out a deep沟壑, as if to show a division.
—
Flarn, pulling Ig along, took more than a dozen steps back with her little boots on the ground before releasing the young man’s arm and raising her blood-red pupils again.
In the blood race girl’s line of sight, with the sound of footsteps, a handsome and slender young figure, like a noble young master, emerged from the dark shadows.
“Douglas!”
A voice, almost gritted through teeth, came from the young man beside him.
The youth who had made that straight sword mark and walked out of the dark shadows was naturally Douglas, whom Ig had suddenly named.
Even though Bishop Patel had already departed, the entire prayer hall was still ablaze. The sacred light reflected from the Light God Statue fell on the youth’s silk-like red hair, making him appear even more noble and sacred.
Douglas’s face carried a slight smile: “Young Master Ig, long time no see.”
“Douglas… why are you here?”
After the anger in his chest subsided, Ig maintained more composure.
Although he longed to see Verafia’s figure and wanted to immediately chop down the young man before him and chase after her, reason told him that Douglas before him was not only the Sun God’s Chosen but also a peak Crystal!
“What, is Young Master Ig surprised by my appearance here?”
Douglas did not seem to be in a hurry to answer, his face wearing a smile.
Ig looked up and met his gaze without reservation: “What! Aren’t you the mastermind behind the incident in Lorinkell!”
“Mastermind? Young Master Ig, you flatter me… I’m merely helping those beings with their tasks.”
Douglas shook his head and smiled. Looking at the young man’s face, a smile suddenly appeared: “Of course, the reason I am here is naturally to stop you from entering that domain.”
“Stop me?” The young man felt an ominous premonition.
“Ha, just as you thought… I dare not guarantee what additional variables might occur if ‘she’ were to personally see you, so, Young Master Ig, it is more appropriate to stop you here.”
Douglas said, “Of course, by now, the gap to that domain has likely closed. Well, even if I step aside, you wouldn’t be able to catch up to Miss Phoenix…”
The black-haired young man’s steps suddenly landed heavily on the ground, “Douglas! Who is the ‘she’ you are talking about? Could it be—”
“Young Master Ig, don’t you already know?”
On Douglas’s handsome face, his fiery red hair moved, and his molten gold and crimson pupils reflected the young man’s face:
“That ‘she’ is the true mistress of this feast: the Goddess of ‘Life’, the ruler of creation.”
“Of course, you can still call her Chrisis.”