Chapter 518: Chapter 78 Choice
“Miss Goddess, I have said it before, I am Peka, the guardian of all Agrand! In the past hundred years, how many fiends and demon gods have perished under my sword!”
The other party’s voice echoed through the heavy and vast radiance, with unimaginable power, like a submerged mountain and river. Even Verafia had to retreat from the extinguished flames.
“This King once ended the demon god’s chaos, and I also repelled the beast tide’s counterattack in the empire’s territory. Even in the Storm Sea, the monstrous beasts of the turbulent sea were all subdued under my Sacred Sword!”
Lancaster’s laughter was like the fierce and brilliant sacred light on his body, magnificent and unstoppable. A beam of scorching light, a long sword, slashed down. Verafia let out a muffled groan, and amidst the shattered flames, her blazing divine blood scattered across the sky.
Even though she had pushed her blazing divine power to the extreme, she was still unable to stop Lancaster’s casual sword swing and the heavily superimposed terrifying offensive. She was forced to retreat step by step in the surging waves of light, suppressed to the extreme!
The supreme Flame Goddess was actually being absolutely suppressed by a mere mortal!
Just as Lancaster proclaimed – he was the King of Light, the guardian of the world, the strongest person in history! Even without a Sacred Sword, he was still invincible!
The magnificent light condensed into a giant sword and struck the slender figure struggling in the flames. Layers of light dyed the blazing flames, and the divine sword of golden flame trembled unbearably, cracks appearing on the blade condensed from the origin of her divine spark.
“Verafia!”
In her heart, Anderdun’s anxious voice sounded. As a former immortal, he could see very clearly the scene of Verafia being absolutely suppressed by Lancaster, and defeat, or even death, was only a matter of time.
However, Verafia still suppressed his impulse to reveal himself. The searing pain of the blazing light made her slightly clench her silver teeth, restraining her trembling wrist.
The girl raised her gaze with effort, witnessing the divine, beautiful face of Lancaster, who was advancing with scorching, dazzling light from the endless sacred light opposite the cracked Sacred Sword.
The King of Sacred Light, with eyes as bright as stars, also fell on the slender goddess shrouded in light, her gritted teeth and unwilling, exquisite face.
Lancaster raised his right hand with infinite light, and with pride that resounded throughout the world:
“In the hundred years that I have guarded the continent, I have witnessed the descent of the abyss and killed the evil of the Star Gods! Miss Verafia, you are merely a remnant of the former gods, how can you stand before this King!”
The light was as vast as the sea of stars, submerging the girl within the radiance, almost erasing the traces of flames, and even the brilliant divine sword symbolizing the Flame Godhead was almost extinguished.
However, in the girl’s slender and delicate palm, she held the sword hilt, unwilling and unyielding, as if… holding onto the obsession she had persisted in until now – a burst of sword light.
The straight sword edge reflected her state of mind, and suddenly, it was lifted from the endless radiance.
Starflow Sword Qi Slash!
Lancaster stood above the endless starry sky, seeing the golden-haired girl unwillingly drawing her sword, and the instantly brightened sword light slashing through the ocean of light. A hint of amusement appeared on his handsome face.
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The entire Lichen was shrouded in the lightless night. However, it was like the stubbornness of the little Goddess Princess, insisting on adding a soft ray of light to the sky.
The magnificent flame colors spread across the sky, and the soft light appeared particularly gorgeous against the night. Streaks of radiance fell upon his face, occupying Ig’s entire vision.
“Flames…”
A faint voice whispered from Ig’s lips. Unlike everyone else, he did not feel any fear, nor did he feel the coldness that others did…
Yes, these were her flames, the girl he loved, his Goddess… How could he feel fear, feel a stranger?
Ig gently extended his right hand. The flame markings on his wrist had long since extinguished, but in the light of the flames scattering across the night sky, familiar patterns were faintly visible.
“Ig, Igter…”
The delicate little hand of the girl beside him tightly grasped his hands, as if trying to keep him firmly by her side. But even so, the girl’s voice became extremely frightened.
Ig, however, remained oblivious.
He saw the light of the flames spreading in the night, countless dazzling magic radiance attacking the slender figure of the girl…
They were enemies with the girl he loved… or rather, that stubborn and strong-willed girl was determined to be an enemy of everyone, of this entire city!
Verafia… the girl who, beneath her pretty and defiant appearance, seemed to hide a deep-seated obsession… What exactly did his Young Lady want to do?
In the burning flames, a pure white ultimate light suddenly unfolded. The King of Sacred Swords, amidst the cheers of countless people, stood up in the sky, facing the slender divine girl directly.
Then, the war between light and flame erupted with a boom at the top of the sky.
“Verafia, Veer… were her enemies always Lancaster?”
Ig thought in his mind. He suddenly laughed at himself, such a possibility, he should have thought of it in his heart long ago, but it was as if he was trying to escape, deliberately deceiving himself.
The power of flames and light clashed fiercely in the sky, but the dignified and magnificent golden flame colors were unwillingly defeated amidst the dazzling waves of light.
Ig was lost. It was as if all the scenes and sounds around him had nothing to do with him…
It wasn’t until the flames reluctantly rolled up again and clashed with the light, and the erupting bright radiance stung his eyes, that Ig was fully awakened.
What am I hesitating about… Is it cowardice and evasion, as Flarn said?
He heard the girl’s voice beside him again:
“Igter… please, take me with you…”
Softly and sobbing, the spoiled little princess, with her tender little hands tightly grasping his palm, begged in a very low voice.
He couldn’t bear it.
However, Ig still forced himself to move his gaze away with all his might, looking at the girl’s tear-streaked exquisite little face.
“Xiao Mi…”
Ig’s hand, to avoid causing the girl pain, carefully and gently pried open her tightly held delicate fingertips, but this in itself was an extremely heartless gesture…
The silver-haired princess seemed to sense something, her little face trembled as she looked up. Beneath her delicate, slender eyelashes, her crystal-clear eyes, which were red around, reflected the dazzling, chaotic brilliance of flowing tears.
Ig forced a smile on his face:
“Xiao Mi… I’m sorry. But I can’t stand by and watch the Young Lady get hurt in front of me.”
As his voice fell, Ig gave the girl a gentle smile, but then resolutely and decisively turned around.
Crystal tears instantly spilled out again, flowing down the tear tracks, wetting her exquisite little face. Misaela seemed to know that this time, it was the boy she loved who was completely leaving her side.
“Don’t!”
A cry of hoarse desperation. The slender and tender, pure white bride-like delicate girl, with her immature and tender little feet that had already lost their shoes, chased after the boy, trying to keep him by her side with all her might.
“Bang!”
Misaela tripped over the hem of her wedding dress and fell to the ground. She held back her tears and struggled to stand up, only to watch Ig’s back disappear from her sight.
A line of clear tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the ground one by one.
“Why, sob, even though… I love you too…”
Tears flowed. The silver-haired princess slowly moved her body in the wedding dress and sat on the ground, hugging her trembling arms to her knees, crying with sobs.
