I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 477

Chapter 38 The Sacred Sword and Black Fire
“A crown, a sacred sword, hehe… vulgar things, how can they enter our eyes?”
Duke Windsor sneered, his robe billowing in the dark wind.
“Ig, I see what you mean in your eyes—as you said, Dysax, the Lord of Destruction, is an evil god who destroys the world. With such power, how can we be tolerated by the world?”
Ig’s pupils contracted slightly, his hand gripping the sacred sword.
Duke Windsor’s words were beyond his expectation. Unlike Count Albert, who was fanatically devoted to the “Seed of Destruction” and even sacrificed his own life, Duke Windsor had no faith in Dysax, and did not even mind elaborating on His evil in front of him.
However, this was even more terrifying—
Misaela slightly raised her little face, “Then, why—”
“That is, of course, for the supreme King, the Hero of the Sacred Sword!”
Duke Windsor’s expression suddenly turned into a wild laugh. In his distorted and ferocious face, Ig felt another extremely strong faith and unimaginable fanaticism.
The other party suddenly lowered his head. His turbid eyes widened strangely, baring his teeth and revealing white fangs, his hoarse voice like foul air puffed from broken lungs.
Duke Windsor twisted his face and looked at the exquisite jade face of the silver-haired girl, who was holding the young man’s hand and stepping back with a bit of fear, and suddenly chuckled:
“After this shameless usurper ascended to Peka’s sacred throne, how many of us, the true supporters of Peka, gritted our teeth and suffered in this hellish despair—”
“How do you know that in a hundred years, this glorious king, for his eternal authority, made so many of our predecessors, those heroes who should have been revered by all, become traitors in his conspiracy!”
Ig gripped the sword with a slight force. He thought of Lothel, and of Grand Duke Oran. But what Duke Windsor said…
“What do we want? As long as we can overthrow the usurper’s shameless crown, what does it matter if we bear eternal infamy— We use the power of evil gods, yet we pursue the future of Peka, the justice of history!”
His deafening voice seemed to stir a violent storm. Duke Windsor suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, his arrogant expression receding, and he suddenly extended his palm towards Ig, as if inviting him:
“Ig, since you are the hero of the sacred sword—if you are willing to stand with us, as long as you overthrow that usurper and restore everything in the kingdom to its original order, you will be our king!”
The slender hand holding the girl’s delicate hand tightened slightly. Biting her lips slightly, Misaela raised her face with some fear, looking at Ig’s profile as if illuminated by a radiant glow.
The light of the sacred sword seemed to shimmer with Ig’s mood.
The black-haired young man slowly raised his face, thinking of Lothel’s name, and the teachings he had only gained from Lothel’s rumored deeds, he suddenly said:
“Duke Windsor, why should I believe what you say? Moreover—”
Moreover, even if everything Duke Windsor said was true, his actions were to use the power of evil gods to overthrow Lancaster’s rule, and even to sacrifice innocent people.
Ig had no doubt that if Lothel were here now, he would not allow even the slightest of this.
“Heh, as expected. The so-called selection of the sacred sword is just a joke—”
Duke Windsor laughed, black energy surging around the hem of his robe, and suddenly the thick, viscous dark substance behind him churned up, crashing down towards Ig and the silver-haired girl beside him like a sky-covering tide!
“Since that’s the case, you lackey of Lancaster, you shall be buried here with him!”
“Miss Aisi, be careful!”
Pulling the girl behind him with force, the foul dark wind rustled Ig’s robes, igniting black flames; suddenly, light appeared on the pure white blade raised in Ig’s hand, and all the burning dark flames in the air were instantly shrouded!
With a swing of the long sword, the destruction vines, as thick as a person’s waist, that spread through space were cut off at the root, and substantial sacred golden white light burned fiercely, illuminating the entire black ocean.
“Is this the power of the sacred sword…”
A hoarse, mocking voice came through, and the viscous, heavy black light in the air coiled like a stream, being cut off again by Ig’s sword, splashing black blood.
“Unfortunately, the one holding the sacred sword is just you!”
Ig suddenly raised his gaze.
Suddenly, a muffled sound like a mountain collapsing rang out. Duke Windsor held a dark, deathly still spear in his hand, the power of the Star God, like mud, swirling around the blade edge. The heavy stab seemed to carry the power of the entire dark sky!
The black spear instantly pierced through layers of light. The moment it struck the pure white sword blade, the destructive black flame representing decay and death reignited on the spear, erupting in a powerful confrontation that was difficult to look at directly.
“Boom!”
The deafening roar seemed to tear through the entire royal palace, the black flames exploding inch by inch, yet giving birth to a more powerful storm of destruction.
The sword blade, enveloped in darkness, swayed. Suddenly, with a resounding clang, Ig’s figure was repelled, and the light-crystal shields generated by the sacred sword were pierced by the destruction vines born from the black fire, directly pointing at the young man’s chest!
The sacred sword swung, and the surging holy light power illuminated the surrounding black light. Hundreds and thousands of vines born from destruction turned into ashes.
Suddenly, in Duke Windsor’s hand, he raised his arm and thrust the black fire spear straight down. It pierced the sacred sword’s brilliance without obstruction, forcing Ig to retreat with his sword, blocking the destructive black spear aura that would destroy everything with the sacred sword itself!
Feeling the pulsing light of the sacred sword under the black fire spear, Duke Windsor’s lips curled into a cold smile.
He was already a renowned existence among the Saint Rank. Under the erosion of almost an entire piece of Star God fragment, his rules and power had advanced by leaps and bounds, even giving Duke Windsor a feeling that he could challenge legends.
And the black-haired young man opposite him, although holding the legendary radiant sacred sword, was only a mere Gold in terms of his own level. How could he contend with him!
Just as he thought, the sacred sword light screen struck by the black fire spear let out a sharp tremor of being unable to bear the load, and cracks spread across it. The fragmented light shattered and was swallowed by the destructive black fire!
The sacred armor condensed from light instantly dimmed, losing its radiance, and shattered into pieces in the black light of destruction!
A line of black fire pierced the light. The deathly blackness spread to the shoulder, causing Ig’s right hand holding the sword to tremble heavily, and pain appeared on his face.
However, in just an instant, white light flowed again and covered the wound. The black-haired young man roared, and the holy light power that extinguished the destructive black fire in the wound flowed into the pained flesh and blood, and he raised his sword, striking heavily at the black fire spear that was thrust out again!