I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 478

Chapter 478
The darkness in the air, like a roaring sea, churned and rippled in the light of the Sacred Sword.
Amidst violent sounds, the pure white Sacred Sword and the black fire spear clashed multiple times. The fluctuations released by both sides shattered waves of terrifying energy. Even the palace walls, capable of withstanding the full force of a Saint Rank’s attack, developed huge cracks.
The branches of destruction entwined around the palace were destroyed and annihilated by the incredibly terrifying fluctuations.
However, the fragments of Disax and the power of the Seed of Destruction seemed endless, constantly sprouting new branches that enveloped the entire palace. The dark power completely shrouded Ig, making his fiercely wielded Sacred Sword appear as a mere insignificant boat in the black ocean!
Suddenly, a storm descended. Pure white light and black flames, like natural enemies, entangled the two dazzling weapons into a single line, colliding heavily in their attack.
In the black, enormous waves, the corrosive breath of destruction and chaotic power almost covered his entire form. Windsor, whose human shape was barely discernible, wielded his spear and blade with terrifying power, forcing Ig to retreat continuously. Streaks of pitch-black spear aura left wounds on his body.
“Wuwu, no. He… he can’t win against Windsor…”
A faint voice whispered amidst the turbulent dark storm.
Ig desperately wielded his sword, clashing with Windsor. His body was pierced countless times by terrifying spear auras, while he inflicted only a few insignificant wounds on the other.
If not for the protection and enhancement from the Sacred Sword on Ig, all his life force would have been destroyed by the terrifying destructive black light!
Even so, the Sacred Sword’s light, repeatedly enhancing and healing his bloody wounds, gradually dimmed, as if on the verge of complete collapse!
Misaela’s tender, fair palms supported the broken ground. The battle’s fluctuations tore through her, her exquisite long dress, stained with blood, was stirred by the wind. Wounds were exposed to the air tainted with the aura of destruction, causing unbearable pain.
However, Misaela still gritted her teeth, supporting herself with all her might, opening her long, fluttering eyelashes, and forcing herself to stand up little by little.
“Mmm, no, I have to help him…”
Even though the mere aftershocks of the battle were almost equivalent to Misaela’s full strength attack, and easily sent her flying and heavily injured, the silver-haired girl stubbornly picked up her staff, and whispered arcane and profound spells from her small, cherry-red lips, launching attacks at Windsor.
However, the magic that the young girl painstakingly gathered could not even reach Duke Windsor. The fluctuations from the black fire spear touching it were enough to undoubtedly destroy and extinguish it.
“Boom!”
The black fire spear, suddenly slashing down, struck the blade Ig used to parry. The terrifying black fire of destruction almost annihilated the light on the Sacred Sword.
And the young man’s body, under the immense pressure, was easily manipulated like a limp noodle. The wounds that should have healed reopened, flowing like spring water.
This was the first time Ig had appeared in such a perilous situation.
Although the Sacred Sword’s white light re-emerged in an instant, forcefully healing the young man’s body, Misaela understood that this was a sign that both Ig and the Sacred Sword could no longer withstand Duke Windsor’s attacks and were on the verge of collapse!
And Ig clearly knew it even better.
He suddenly gritted his teeth, and the light of the Sacred Sword became even more radiant. His attack became incredibly aggressive, as if he were trying to kill, or at least repel, Duke Windsor before the Sacred Sword and his body could no longer endure.
Because of this, Ig’s own situation became increasingly dangerous. Under the destructive black fire spear, in just a few breaths, he experienced more than ten perilous situations that he had just gone through!
“Mmm, no, I want to help him…”
Her pair of crystal-beautiful eyes became incredibly anxious. Misaela didn’t realize that at this moment, her eyes only saw the black-haired young man, stained with blood, wielding the Sacred Sword, resisting the heavy darkness before her.
Even though she still didn’t know the young man’s identity, his name…
Her pure white long dress was stained with blood. A crystal tear overflowed from her eyes.
The magical shield was easily shattered by the impact. Intense pain, mixed with a sensation of cold and burning, left conspicuous scars on her delicate and precious fair skin, protected by silk, skin that had never known hardship.
However, Misaela still moved her slender feet, step by step, approaching the black-haired young man at the center of the battle.
“Help… I can, but how should I do it…”
The wind howled fiercely, each gust like a sharp blade, wiping away the tears in her eyes.
A thread of stubbornness arose in her heart. At this moment, what she thought of was not the radiant king, the savior of humanity, but someone similar to her, a young girl with a beautiful face beneath her moonlit silver hair.
“Mother…”
The silver-haired girl gently shifted her gaze. Her face was adorned with a gentle smile, as if she were telling her a fairy tale, as usual.
“Xiao Mi, do you remember? Mother said our surname, Pergalan, has been passed down from a long time ago.”
“In the story, the first Pergalan didn’t have silver hair like Xiao Mi. Not until he met an elf maiden, with silver-white hair, as pure as moonlight, as flawless as a fleur-de-lis…”
The battle’s gale surged. The corner of the girl’s pure white dress was stirred, and a splash of bright red blood dripped from her fair skin, speckling the pure white gauze of her dress, as if decorated with bright red blood, like pure white irises blown by the wind.
She raised her head with difficulty.
At the center of the battlefield, Duke Windsor, laughing wantonly, drew his destructive spear again. It was like a pitch-black lightning bolt, burning with rolling black fire, devouring all light as it struck heavily towards Ig, who was stubbornly resisting underground.
And Ig clearly knew this was his last chance. He also roared, and all the light converged onto the Sacred Sword. Without any defense, he gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands and thrust it towards Windsor’s chest!
Her gaze shifted slightly, becoming hazy in the spray, as if only a sliver of distance remained between her and the young man.
The Queen held her face, her gentle gaze falling on her silver hair:
“…And in the end, the elf maiden of the iris, chose to give the blessing of the white iris to the dying Pergalan with the price of her life. Xiao Mi, we are all her descendants, with the blood of elves flowing in us, and the blessing of the white iris.”
The deadly spear of destruction pierced the young man’s heart, and the pitch-black negative matter spread through his flesh and blood.
Ig widened his eyes forcefully, using his last ounce of strength to try and thrust the Sacred Sword into the enemy’s chest, but the gradually chilling temperature made it difficult for him to grasp the trailing end of the light.
“Don’t—”
A tender and slender voice, almost at the limit of its strength, reached out into the turbid air.
In the flowing bright red blood, a silver-white radiance, like soft moonlight, was reflected, as if connecting her and the young man, separated by just a thread.