I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 523

Chapter 523 Chapter 83 Sacred Sword
Sacred Sword, in legends, was bestowed by the Heavenly Kingdom’s Holy Lord with the Origin of Light to humanity, as a sword edge for them to shelter their kin and illuminate the night. For tens of thousands of years, the name of the Sacred Sword was almost as renowned as the holy name of light.
But in true history, the real meaning of this sword was a war!
It was in the era ruled by deities, an era of darkness, that the ancestors of millions of humans waged an unyielding struggle against the gods ruling the world! It was a sword edge to slay gods!
Even though the past history could no longer be seen, and even the original cause of that war was lost, just imagining it was enough to shock people with the magnificence of that history:
On that dark continent, countless humble and small humans, for the first time, ignited the heavens with their surging anger, targeting the divine court high in the sky.
They created the power of Dou Qi, fought against the authority of deities with magic, and the “Heroes” raised the banner of rebellion high, uniting with races oppressed by the divine race, initiating that world war that swept across the entire continent.
That war caused the land to split, the sky to shatter, and even the entire world to be destroyed. Similarly, for countless years, it was the true beginning of the end of the rule of the sky deities.
Perhaps, mortal lives, their power could never reach those arrogant deities, but human courage, their faith, even the Supreme God King could not help but fear.
Until the end of the war, the lives and wisdom of countless sages, representing human courage, human unyieldingness, the Sacred Sword, was truly born in the light.
The nameless hero, holding the sword edge of light in a sea of blood, with every ray of light that formed the Sacred Sword, severed the chains of the gods, and washed away the noble divine blood of the deities!
Until the divine court of the last Blazing Flame God King, entered by the nameless hero holding the sword, was extinguished with a boom at the cost of his fall.
Thus, the traces of deities on the continent were almost wiped out, humanity achieved complete victory, and the Mythic Era that lasted for countless years on the entire continent finally ended.
Because of this war, the human population was reduced by nearly ninety-nine percent, countless heroes and sages fell in the counterattack of the deities, civilization regressed by nearly thousands of years, and even history could not bear it.
After the war ended, the human race, which was once the main force of the allied army, regressed to a state of near extinction, even having to become vassals of the elves to ensure the survival of the race.
However, no one regretted this war against the gods, because this was humanity’s resistance against oppressors, humanity’s unyielding will—
And thousands of years later, after the prosperous era of elves and orcs, as the Golden Era ended, this species named after humans, which quietly rose in the war between elves and orcs, reappeared at the peak of the world, once again becoming the undisputed overlord of the continent.
This is the glory of blood and fire, truly belonging to humanity, representing human courage!
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Tens of thousands of years reflected before Lancaster.
He smiled and shook his head, looking at the young girl opposite him who was still tightly gripping the hilt of the Sacred Sword, her divine body and status riddled with holes by the power of the Sacred Sword, the slightly widened pupils reflecting pain and shock.
“Miss Verafia, the Sacred Sword is not the world’s Sacred Sword, but humanity’s Sacred Sword. The one who wields the Sacred Sword is the protector of humanity… It’s just a pity that you are a noble Goddess Princess.”
How could a deity, wanting to wield the “God Slaying Sword” with her power, not be backlashed by its power?
Lancaster laughed heartily, but he had no intention of taking the Sacred Sword from the girl’s hand.
Picking up the Sacred Sword and becoming humanity’s protector was indeed an endless honor, but as power was gained, one would also be bound by the Sacred Sword.
This was also the reason why Lancaster, although he could have stepped into immortality long ago, was always confined to legends… and also the reason why he chose Ig as his successor, intending to pass on the Sacred Sword to the young man.
After all, how could the identity of a “protector” compare to that of an eternally immortal and noble God King!
The battle at this moment, perhaps in Verafia’s eyes, was her fire of revenge, but for Lancaster, wasn’t it also an opportunity for himself to break free from the shackles of the Sacred Sword?
Lancaster’s blue-gold long hair, as if dyed by light, fluttered behind him, and a proud smile couldn’t help but appear on his lips. Everything was proceeding as he had predicted… As for the girl in front of him.
Lancaster’s slightly lowered gaze fell on Verafia’s pale as paper, yet even more delicate and exquisite face, like a work of art, under the light.
At this moment, the girl’s beautiful and delicate face, like fragile porcelain, made Lancaster feel a long-lost stirring.
He hadn’t had such a physiological impulse for women in a long time… Now, seeing the slightly unyielding gaze in the girl’s golden eyes made Lancaster’s lower abdomen burn with fire.
“Miss Vera, you should know that you have no possibility of resisting me now.”
Lancaster extended his hand, wanting to gently caress the girl’s pure and flawless delicate jade skin under the light, but it slightly paused at Verafia’s angry gaze.
A smile curled up at the corner of Lancaster’s lips. The girl clearly showed resistance and hatred towards him, but this was not the reason Lancaster stopped caressing the girl’s face.
He was not in a hurry for the moment, waiting for his mark to be left on the girl, for the girl’s body and mind to fall under his control, wouldn’t there be opportunities for intimacy?
Just as Lancaster said to Verafia earlier, at his level, why should he worry about Verafia’s resistance? Moreover… perhaps “love” born from such hatred would be even more interesting.
Thinking this, a crystal-clear light emerged from Lancaster’s slender palm reaching for the girl’s face. Obscure and dense texts, exuding divine golden light.
This was the “Contract” imprint written by Lancaster.
At this moment, Verafia’s divinehead was pierced and riddled with holes by the light of the Sacred Sword. As long as he imprinted this “Contract” into her divinehead, then this delicate and noble divine girl would completely belong to him.
Even her “sister,” the Blazing Flame God King Herafir, who was reviving within her body, and using the power of the Sacred Sword, he might even be able to strip her out and re-condense her into a body.
Thinking of the scene where the two maiden deities, who were once God Kings, would seek pleasure beneath him, even Lancaster’s eyes couldn’t help but burn with fire, showing excitement.
Verafia’s trembling golden eyes lifted, a trace of disgust emerging, and her long eyelashes blinked slightly.
Lancaster’s hand fell on her chest, but it did not touch her skin and flesh. As if from a dimension outside of reality, it directly penetrated into her body.
A crystal-clear “Contract” marking was about to be imprinted on her heart of the gods, her flame divinehead filled with cracks!
But suddenly, in a sea of flame, a trace of verdant green emerged, displaying Atros’ “Creation,” and suddenly a blazing bright light mark spread, and brilliant divine light erupted!