I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 417

Chapter 417 Chapter 211 Creation’s Demi-Body (Part 3)
Chrisis quietly gazed at the exquisite face of the girl before her, then gently shook her head.
“Indeed, Bishop Patel was once a star near Saint Rank. As you said, if he could truly uphold the teachings of Sacred Light, how could I have corrupted him?”
The nun’s gaze fell upon the esteemed bishop beneath her jade feet, whose eyes now held only fervent flames, like those of a dog.
“However, you know the other side of this bishop, who claims to be the spokesperson of light, what kind of incarnation he is?”
“Those young girls, the nuns studying under him… even some young boys, heh… Miss Verafia, have you heard of the relief organization named ‘Children’s Home’ that Bishop Patel has been sponsoring all these years?”
The sarcasm on Chrisis’s face grew even more pronounced. She lifted a fingertip to brush aside her golden hair, revealing her sapphire-blue eyes, which appeared even colder under the cascading moonlight. The corner of her lips curled up.
“Unfortunately, perhaps having heard many things from friends in the Royal Capital, Bishop Patel actually sought me out: in the original secret chamber of this place… However, the ripple of life is born from the fusion of intertwined unions.”
“Bishop Patel thought he was violating me, but little did he know, the ripple of life had already infiltrated every molecule in his flesh and blood.”
“So that’s how it is… Hmm, I didn’t expect it to be so direct.”
Verafia, resting her chin with her slender little hand, blinked her scorching gold eyes. “Then, is that Great Knight Sean also like this?”
“It seems you have already met Lord Sean.”
Chrisis walked over, the moonbeams falling from the dust-free void seeming to drape her in a veil, yet giving off a sinister feeling. She raised her cheek.
“That’s right! My steps once roamed all over Lorinc, whether it was the officers, wanderers, or even the undisciplined adventurers, they were all my incarnations…”
“Pfft.”
Verafia covered her red lips with her slender hand, unable to suppress a silvery laugh.
Chrisis’s voice stopped.
Sensing the change in the other party’s gaze, Verafia quickly stuck out her slender tongue to explain, “Ah, I just didn’t expect you to be so open, Chrisis.”
“Verafia, are you mocking me?”
Chrisis’s voice and expression turned visibly icy, as if layers of thick frost were freezing over.
“Mocking?”
The girl’s slender fingers touched her silk-like hair, her eyes wide and appearing naive.
“I thought Chrisis was so open about it, that you didn’t care at all… Besides, aren’t you the ‘Goddess of Creation’ now? Would such mortal sentiments affect you?”
Chrisis took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath her robe. She reopened her eyes, her sapphire-blue irises now filled only with a coldness devoid of warmth.
“Verafia, I am not here to argue with you.”
“Tch. You’ve said so much nonsense, this young lady thought you brought me to this place to chat about everyday matters.”
Verafia pursed her lips, her scorching gold eyes lifting. “Alright, alright. Then what exactly do you want? To drench the entire Lorinc with your ‘Creative Divine Power’ and use it as a stake for your revenge?”
“What I want to do is to liberate all life from the constraints of this secular world.”
“Secular world?” Verafia tilted her pure white little face.
“Not everyone is a Phoenix like you, born of noble lineage. And the corruption of this entire land, whether it’s the nobles or the decaying priests, their darkness and oppression are borne only by the poor who live a lifetime of suffering.”
Chrisis said, “Miss Phoenix, for an existence like yours, naturally high and above, even from our perspective, all we see is a pitiful so-called compassion… This is not what we need.”
“You want to… wait, are you thinking of the Gate of Life Realm?”
Verafia exclaimed in surprise.
She saw the substantial life force behind the nun drawing from Lorinc beneath the void, converging in the sky, and a vague ripple connected to the ground they stood upon.
It was as if it were forming a “door.” Opposite the door panel was Atros’s “Divine Kingdom of Life.”
“Atros’s ‘Divine Kingdom of Life’ – all creations are born of intent. There will be no more oppression or exploitation.”
Chrisis said, the delicate sound of wind rustling the life divine power suspended in the air, touching her cheek.
“Miss Verafia, you are right, this land is the door panel, and what I need is the strength to open the great door… They will thank me.”
“Pfft.”
A clear, bell-like laugh rang out. This time, Verafia did not hide it at all.
“Heh, so that’s how it is. This young lady thought you would come up with a better reason… Even setting aside your imagined so-called divine kingdom, do you believe what you are saying, Chrisis?”
The air instantly solidified, as if permeated by Chrisis’s emotions.
Beneath the ribbons and satin decorations, the thin gauze skirt was blown by the suddenly cold wind. Verafia tilted her head slightly.
“I still remember you asking this young lady to protect that guy Ig… I suppose you were hesitating about today’s situation back then. Chrisis, if you truly wanted to act openly, why hesitate?”
The response was Chrisis’s long silence. The wind blew the nun’s hair, revealing her face again in the shadow.
“Heh… Miss Verafia, you are not as innocent as the young master said.”
Chrisis looked deeply at the girl and said. She walked forward, not sparing a glance at Bishop Patel at her feet, her slender heel directly stomping down on the bishop’s chest.
“Crack!”
Bones snapped, and blood poured into the wound like a sword edge, then continued to gush.
The purple-robed bishop resembled a dehydrated fish, his hoarse voice emerging from his throat amid blood bubbles, followed by the ragged panting of a blown-out bellows. However, the fervor in Patel’s eyes did not diminish; instead, it intensified, until it suddenly vanished.
Chrisis’s blood-stained footsteps landed on the ground. With each step, the girl’s aura ascended, platinum, crystal, star, and then approaching Saint Rank!
In just a few breaths, realms that many people could not reach in their entire lives were effortlessly manifested by her!
“Ooh, you’ve almost completely absorbed Patel’s cultivation… It seems your compatibility with this bishop is quite high, isn’t it? Chrisis, how long did you labor for this every day?”
“Miss Verafia, I truly hope you can protect the young master. If you stay by his side, I will not make a move against you.”
Chrisis ignored the girl’s voice. A vast and imposing aura spread around her, Creative Divine Power spread across the ground, and countless crystallized branches and vines grew.
Verafia’s gaze sharpened slightly.
Chrisis reopened her eyes, gazing at her exquisitely flawless face, and suddenly said,
“But you still stepped into this domain. This is not something I can choose… Perhaps, after I assimilate you, I will personally be by the young master’s side.”
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After writing this chapter, I realized a plot point was forgotten… and I didn’t know how to add it (giving up).