I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 479

In a haze, as if brushed by soft iris petals. Like the pale silver moonlight in the darkness, a silver-white pillar of light soared into the sky, its ethereal gauze of light like the trace of the moon, illuminating the elegantly extending elven runes thread by thread.
“It’s her—”
In dim consciousness, a surge of astonishment appeared as this light suddenly illuminated him.
“This is the blessing of the elf… could it be that the legendary… you actually…”
Swallowed by the darkness, Duke Windsor’s voice held shock and even a hint of pleasant surprise.
The sacred and soft light ignited within the gem-like precious and radiant blood, like the melodious and elegant prayers of elves. Suddenly, a gentle light flickered, and pure white petals swayed in the wind, gradually falling.
They touched Ig. Suddenly, Ig’s face snapped up, and the pure, clear moonlight flowed over his body. All the dark light that approached him, tearing at him, seemed to encounter its most terrifying natural predator, screaming in terror, and then burning to ashes in the white light!
His arm regained its strength as he placed a heavy palm on the gun blade piercing through his chest. With a firm push, and with unimaginable strength, it snapped into two pieces.
At the moment of snapping, the power condensed within the black fire spear, enough to annihilate a world, was released violently. However, in the omnipresent light, it could only let out a piercing shriek, withering and perishing!
The spear blade that had pierced his chest instantly vanished and melted. His pierced heart suddenly began to beat again. New flesh grew under the faint moonlight, and with each pulse, newer blood and power surged throughout his body!
“Blessing of the White Iris
A crystallization cherished by the Silver Moon Goddess, once a daughter of the moon, her life was meant to be eternal. In her youthful, nascent curiosity, she left the embrace of moonlight and sweet spring water. Facing her beloved lying in a pool of blood, she willingly offered her life as a blessing.
Protection of the Iris: A pure and selfless sacrifice, allowing the blesser to be immune to the corrosion of darkness and curses.
Cherished by the Moonlight: The loving blessing of Elusia, the Moon Goddess, bringing the power of the entire moonlight—the moonlit long sword, the silver moon’s bow, the breath of moon dewdrops…”
The flesh and blood within his torso, corrupted by the aura of destruction, were almost instantly reshaped. His palm tightened with force, and the silver radiance formed a flashing silver-white rune, as if responding to the information before him.
His entire body was filled with unprecedented power. Ig stood up from his single-kneed position, as if supporting the entire heavy darkness that pressed down on him, heavier than the ocean of darkness. Streaks of brilliant white cracks appeared, like the dawn!
The pure white sword blade erupted with unprecedented brilliance. Ig gripped the hilt with one palm, and his raised gaze met the collapsing darkness. The demonized body of Windsor, entwined by withered and rotting vines of destruction, was fiercely pierced by the sword in his hand!
Everything of pitch blackness broke open, then dissolved under the light of the holy sword. Even the body that could not be broken by a single blow from a legendary expert under the Star God’s corrosive might was pierced through by the pure white holy sword. The intense white light instantly melted and evaporated patches of bloody black energy.
Almost as Windsor could no longer hold on, his heavy body crashed down onto the floor. The corrupting darkness that had enveloped the entire palace in destruction and decay dissipated, revealing the strange scene entwined by destructive vines once more.
However, Ig did not even pull the holy sword from Windsor’s chest. He turned around, and not far away, long silver hair covered her slender, delicate body. Her exquisite, delicate knees knelt on the hard floor, and the soft radiance rising from her flawless body illuminated the darkness before him.
“Miss Aisi!”
Ig instantly pulled the pure white girl into his embrace. He tried to transfer the life force or holy light from his body into the girl, but it had no effect.
The girl’s fine, silk-like hair touched his skin, making it even more translucent and radiant like crystal jade.
“The daughter of the Moon God, the elf of the White Iris, and Aisi…”
The girl in his arms was thin and delicate, her fair and flawless skin still seeming to reflect strands of moonlight. She wore a pure white long dress, unstained by any dirt, like flawless iris petals swaying in the wind.
Ig had heard of the story of the first generation King of Peka, Peka Ralan, and his love for the crystallization of the Silver Moon Goddess, a pure white elf maiden, when Peka was still young.
He had initially thought it was just a legend, but what he saw before him now seemed like a reenactment of the story.
“But, Miss Aisi, why did you do this…”
Whether from legends or from the information obtained through his innate ability, “True Eye,” the “Blessing of the White Iris” required the complete sacrifice of the girl.
Ig’s fingers trembled uncontrollably. He gently touched the girl, not daring to use any force, as if the slightest touch would shatter this exquisite girl, like a work of art.
As if hearing his voice, the girl’s delicately small, palm-sized face fluttered its slender, silver-white eyelashes. Her opened eyes no longer shone with their former brilliance, but were like translucent crystals, reflecting his face.
“Mmm. I’m not like the Elf Lady, who fell for an ancestor like that… It’s just that my mother said never to forget my identity as a princess… And if not for this, both of us would have died…”
Despite her voice being weak and faint, it remained incredibly stubborn.
Ig looked at the girl’s slightly tilted face, and the emotions in his heart surged, unable to help but reach out and touch her slender, smooth hair, like moon-silk.
“Cough, what a moving scene… Cough, cough, Your Highness, I truly underestimated you…”
Like a broken falling leaf being stirred, a hoarse and harsh voice suddenly rang out, filled with decay and evil.
Ig raised his gaze in astonishment. Duke Windsor, with the holy sword still impaled through his chest, was slowly rising from the environment entangled by destructive vines and darkness.
Duke Windsor, whose entire chest and internal organs had been almost destroyed by the holy sword, could still stand?
The hoarse and harsh voice echoed in the air. The Star God’s curse spread and diffused. Duke Windsor’s flesh, like decaying bark and mud, peeled off his body bit by bit, falling to the ground and igniting black, eerie flames.
The holy sword impaled in Duke Windsor’s chest suddenly vibrated and was thrown out, caught in Ig’s raised palm.
Corrupted by the Star God’s power, Duke Windsor, like a decaying corpse puppet crawling out of a grave, with his muddy, rotten face, looked at the slender, thin silver-haired girl in Ig’s embrace. He grinned with his rotten teeth and let out a terrifying laugh:
“Your Highness Misella, your bloodline almost surprises me: the blessing of the Moon Elf, this is the purest inheritance passed down in the Peka bloodline—it’s a shame that you are the daughter of that shameless usurper!”
Aisi… is Misella?
Ig’s eyes suddenly widened, and he looked in disbelief at the girl’s porcelain-like, delicate, and exquisite face. But, for a princess of the kingdom of this age, besides the one he was engaged to, the little princess known as “Pure White Iris,” could there be anyone else?
However, Ig’s thoughts only lingered on the girl for a second before he raised his gaze again and focused on Duke Windsor, shrouded in darkness in the distance.
The decaying flesh on the Duke’s body continued to writhe and fall. In the terrifyingly gaping hole pierced by the holy sword, there were no signs of flesh repair; instead, pitch-black blood continued to flow, pouring onto the ground and quickly filling the entire palace.
And just like his flesh, Duke Windsor’s flowing blood also ignited with deep black flames!
“Wait, Windsor, you’re trying to—”
Ig pulled out the holy sword, and the brilliant white light extinguished the surrounding burning black flames, but the pitch-black flames burning in the entire space seemed endless.
Moreover, within the burning destructive black flames, he undoubtedly felt a familiar and evil, terrifying fluctuation!
“Heh… the little princess sacrificed herself to let you defeat me, Ig. Do you really think it’s over?”
As Duke Windsor spoke, he suddenly reached through the huge hole in his chest and grabbed his heart.
Even though he had been struck by the power of the holy sword, the heart, soaked in black blood, was still beating and leaping in Windsor’s hand, squeezing out drops of pitch-black demonic blood onto the ground, which turned into black flames!
Windsor raised his face and smiled ferociously:
“I never had the confidence to defeat Lancaster. To truly deal with him is the overlord of the destroyed starry sky who was sealed in this space, Disax!”
The dark flames burned, and with a wild laugh, Windsor crushed the heart in his hand into powder. The suddenly erupting demonic flames of destruction burned his body, engulfing him!
The pitch-black demonic flames instantly swept through and destroyed. Ig, holding the pure white girl in his arms, dodged the destructive beams as much as possible and raised the holy sword, turning it into a light beam and slashing down.
However, the surging flames had already infiltrated another dimension. Holy gold runes shattered piece by piece, the entire kingdom’s vision became extremely distorted, the chaotic space expanded countless times, and the folded space broke layer by layer, revealing countless huge cracks.
Through the torn, pitch-black space came even more withered and decaying, viscous black mist, as if the world’s matter, upon mere contact, would be completely withered and annihilated!
Ig knew what this was—the pitch-black fragments that once spread on Duke Windsor’s black fire spear, or rather, the flesh of Disax, the Star God of destruction from another world, representing the power of death and decay after destruction!
And all of this was merely an interlude before that terrifying being completely broke free.
Even after perishing under the holy sword and being suppressed in another dimension for hundreds or thousands of years, the avatar of destruction, Disax, was still considered by Windsor to be capable of overthrowing the Hero’s throne. Even if it were just broken fragments, it was enough to devour Lischen, the entire Peka capital of a thousand years!
Pieces of destructive black light impacted the holy sword’s radiance, causing the pure white sword blade’s light to sway.
In the shifting light and shadow, Ig’s gaze fell upon the quiet, beautiful, and flawless face of the girl in his embrace. Her long, slender, silver-white eyelashes gently covered her eyelids, her voice growing fainter, as if she were about to fall asleep.
“Aisi… Princess Misella…”
Ig closed his eyes tightly. Suddenly, the holy sword’s light became as bright as the newborn sun, as if conveying his state of mind.
Suddenly, a voice, as smooth as polished jade but with a slight laugh and a hint of disdain, came from the depths of the darkness. The unbearable filth and heavy pressure instantly dissipated, like the dawn’s light ray.
“Still intending to use Disax? Just like that… Windsor, the means you intended to use against me are still not enough to stop these sinful incarnations of this King.”
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I originally intended to finish this plot this month… but it looks like it’s still a chapter or two short.
PS: The subsequent plot will likely be the turning point for the female protagonist’s emotions, and I will try to write it quickly… (it won’t be a harem)