Chapter 524: Chapter 84 Falling
Verafia slightly lifted her long-lashed golden pupils, gazing at Lancaster’s momentary shock. Amidst the divine radiance, her cold gaze was like ice-frost.
Besides her own Flame Divine Spark, and the Death Divine Spark used by Anderdun, Verafia also possessed the other half of Atlos’s Creation.
Even though the young girl could not master its power, it was undoubtedly half of the authority of the former God of Creation and Death!
When she was backlashed by the power of the Sacred Sword, it was her own Flame Divine Spark that was wounded. The Creation Divine Spark, however, was hidden by her, and only now did it manifest for the first time.
The emerald green Creation Divine Spark erupted with brilliant light, its dazzling radiance burning on Lancaster’s palm. A bright golden mark on the Divine Spark suddenly blazed with intense light.
Below the origin of life, the Divine Spark representing the authority of creation shattered with a roar!
What power would a shattered Divine Spark bring?
The light of the Sacred Sword flickered violently, as if peeling away from her body. Verafia suddenly let out a muffled groan, and the blood flowing from her eyes and nostrils was almost invisible gold, wetting her jade-like face and falling onto her pure white long dress.
Patches of emerald green light rain and bright red divine blood sprinkled down.
Even though it did not concern her divine foundation, the suddenly shattered Divine Spark almost caused the young girl’s body to collapse. Lancaster, whose hand was repelled by the impact, only suffered a slight scratch.
“Lancaster… you want to control this young lady, huh, don’t dream about it!”
A faint yet resolute voice came from her delicate lips. The young girl’s dim golden eyes, however, were incredibly clear. In her slender hand, a long golden-green sword condensed the power that almost tore her soul and body apart.
The origin of creation… merged with her remaining flame, the blazing blade of the god of life!
Her body possessed not a shred of power, yet she swung such a sword. The verdant creation burned under the radiance of the Sacred Sword, and the emerald green and golden sword edge pointed towards Lancaster, whose powers were already shaken by the impact of the Sacred Sword’s ripples.
A metallic clang echoed.
As Verafia slightly opened her golden eyes, Lancaster waved his hand to recall the angel’s holy spear, striking the sword’s edge, causing the god of life’s flame to continuously shatter.
“Even with a sneak attack, I can’t defeat Lancaster?” Verafia thought. However, she had not harbored such expectations… this was already enough.
A crackling sound echoed within the young girl’s body as the creation Divine Spark completely shattered. Verafia spat out a large amount of blood.
The exploding ripples, the collision of the god of life’s sword and the Sacred Sword of Light, overlapped, creating a violent sound on the Sacred Sword suspended in the sky, momentarily plunging everything into near silence!
Verafia, who no longer had the strength to maintain her posture, was propelled by the impact of the sacred spear of light through the crystalized sky of dense power crystals, falling towards the earth.
“Are you trying to use death to reject me?”
Lancaster flicked his hand, and the Sacred Spear of Light once again pierced Anderdun’s dark demonic body. His downward gaze fell upon the slender figure continuously falling towards the earth, and he suddenly shook his head:
“However, Lothel, don’t you think such a method is too childish?”
Lancaster shook his head and smiled, his figure also turning into a stream of light, falling down.
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Her body continued to fall. The sky and the light seemed to have turned into the same color.
Her senses were almost blurred, and even the pain was fading. Yet, Verafia’s thoughts were incredibly clear.
“I’m definitely going to die this time, aren’t I?”
A thought emerged. Not only were the wounds left by Lancaster, which were almost enough to make an immortal perish, but she had also borne the backlash of the Sacred Sword, and most of the power from the shattered Creation Divine Spark had been absorbed into her body.
Such power, if she were not the Goddess of Flame, her soul would have long since collapsed and she would have died. But even so, she did not even have the strength to move a finger. Falling from the sky to the ground meant certain death.
“Heh, at least it’s better than being humiliated by Lancaster…”
Verafia seemed tired and gently closed her eyelids.
As if recalling a dying person’s memories, past events flashed through her mind.
However, for some reason, her memories as Lothel were scarce. Most of them were memories of her returning to this world as Verafia.
As Verafia…
As Verafia, she had returned to this world to take revenge on Lancaster… but now, it seemed that all her carefully prepared plans were more like a joke in the face of his absolute power.
Revenge, the obsession she pursued… was it just a joke?
She had seen a lot… but the most frequent scenes were still of the young man who had stayed by her side since her return to this world, and whom she had almost come to depend on.
She recalled recalling his awkwardness and smiling softly, the satisfaction in her heart from being cared for by him, her joy and worry for Ig, and even the emotions that rippled through her heart when she held his small hand for the first time.
That kind of slender and crystalline maiden’s heart.
“As expected, I still can’t let go of him even now?”
It was as if she was softly asking herself. She saw many other things:
The jealousy that erupted within her when she had set up the situation for the Sacred Sword, causing Ig to approach the princess of the White Iris, and later, the emotions she could not bear that burst forth…
Even in her seemingly indifferent and detached state of mind, when she witnessed Ig embracing the young girl in that wasteland, she still felt unwilling.
Sweetness and bitterness intertwined in her heart at this moment.
What if her life had not been solely for revenge… What if she had cherished her feelings for Ig more, instead of pushing him away for revenge?
She mocked herself inwardly.
In a daze, she seemed to hear Ig’s voice repeatedly calling her name.
“However… there is no ‘what if.’ Verafia, he is doing well with that young girl now, and it is not for you to disturb him… You should hope that he completely forgets you.”
Verafia thought in her heart. She completely closed her eyelids, obscuring all sights, letting the whistling wind carry her downwards.
…But she did not feel herself hitting the ground.
A familiar power held her delicate body, neutralizing the downward momentum from the sky. Then, she fell into familiar arms.
“Young Lady, Young Lady!”
It didn’t feel like an illusion. She doubtfully opened her eyes slightly, and what met her gaze was the anxious face of that familiar young man.
Even with the power neutralizing the impact, Ig’s body was still heavily slammed into the ground, his knees sinking into the earth, and then pierced by sharp stones, leaving his flesh and blood exposed.
The black-haired young man gritted his teeth, but he held her gently as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.
Only when he saw the young girl’s slightly opened golden eyes did Ig finally let out a long sigh of relief.
“Ig… How, how is it you again…”
But Verafia’s first instinct was to struggle and push him away. However, at this point, having already exhausted her last bit of strength, she instead leaned into the boy’s embrace.
