I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 560

Cold seawater enveloped them, and then, frost colors spread across the air, almost freezing the frost-blue dragon in the sky, and the boy and girl on its back, into ice blocks.
Even the dragon princess Ophi, born of frost, could not withstand such extreme cold from a deity’s wrath!
Ig’s finger touched the frost.
It was a desolate, greedy color, icy and cold, devouring every wisp of warmth from the body, even spreading into the soul… destroying life, devouring souls… For some reason, Ig suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
As the temperature was harvested, his vision gradually darkened, and his thoughts seemed to be frozen by the extreme cold… Ig tried to move his wrist, holding the girl’s small hand, and pulling her into his embrace.
Ig lowered his eyes with great effort. In his fading vision, he saw the petite girl in his arms, her long eyelashes gently covering her eyes. She leaned her head on his shoulder, her exposed jade cheek seeming to be covered with a thin layer of frost. In the dim fluorescent light, she looked as beautiful and captivating as a work of art, undeserving of any desecration.
“But, we promised to protect the young lady…”
In the last moment of his consciousness, Ig was filled with a deep sense of guilt.
His gaze was about to extinguish, and his thoughts were about to be frozen along with his physical body.
The frosty divine wrath froze the hundred-meter-tall waves, standing between the sea and the sky. The surrounding angry seas roared, displaying the might of the deities, painting the entire world into a raging ocean, with countless ice frosts standing tall.
Suddenly, in the icy, frosty world, a streak of bright crimson ignited.
Ig’s eyes widened—that scarlet color was from the maiden in his arms, who seemed to be asleep, burning in the space between her slender chest beneath the soaked gauze dress.
Instantly, countless frosts melted, tons of seawater evaporated into thin air, and even the evaporated water vapor was annihilated in the high temperature representing “flame”!
The maiden raised her face, her long eyelashes fluttering. In her beautiful eyes, crimson flames burned, and behind her, magnificent phoenix fire wings unfurled, igniting the sea surface and surging up from the waves.
The entire ice ocean nearly melted. Beneath the sea, that majestic existence let out an angry roar, and the entire sea surged. Waves condensed into frost, attempting to keep her there!
…
Even the incredibly weak Goddess Princess, and the entity still in the process of awakening beneath the sea, their battle, though brief, since the Demon Race War, might only be inferior to the battle between the Holy King of Light and the many god-level beings in Lichen City.
However, the traces of this astonishing clash between frost and fire gradually faded into obscurity amidst the lingering sounds of the ocean.
Seawater soaked her long dress and flowed over her delicate skin. Verafia’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, but after a long time, she could barely open her eyes.
“Ugh…”
A low groan, full of unspeakable discomfort. Verafia propped herself on the ground with her small hands, trying to get up. Although her arms had strength, she felt incredibly weak and powerless.
Her slightly averted gaze fell upon the traces of demonic power lingering on her fingertips… Even though there was little left, the strength of the demonic power was enough to kill a crystal!
But… compared to the divine power of flame, wasn’t it considered weak and powerless?
A self-deprecating smile flickered across Verafia’s lips. After a long while, she managed to adapt to her body, which had become incredibly weak again after the flow of divine power, and pushed herself up from the ground.
“The divine power of flame…”
She glanced at the vibrant crimson flame pattern on her wrist, which was as delicate and vivid as a living thing… Verafia could even feel the gradually distinct noble will beneath that scarlet hue.
“Using Herafir’s power would lead to her complete revival… Perhaps Herafir, ‘Sister,’ would replace me in an instant.”
A soft voice escaped her lips, but Verafia merely tilted her head slightly.
This was a choice she had to make after all… even though she had once promised Ig.
Her memory was not interrupted. On the sea, she did not tangle with that great existence, but after igniting the frost with flames, she flapped her phoenix fire wings and fled with Ig and Ophi…
The subsequent battle with that being could perhaps be called magnificent. Verafia’s goal was to find land where they could take refuge.
Her thoughts paused slightly, and Verafia raised her golden eyes, gazing into the distance of this world.
“I don’t seem to have any impression of this land, nor does it resemble the Mountain Kingdom of the Dwarves…” Verafia mused. Her raised gaze did not see much vibrant green, but instead, vast, white snow-capped mountains… she could even feel an icy chill in the air.
“But, Ig…”
The maiden looked around, not seeing Ig or Ophi… However, she remembered that she had confirmed bringing Ig and Ophi to this land before she lost consciousness from exhaustion.
She shook her head slightly, suppressing the dizziness in her mind, and dragged her tired body, searching for Ig and Ophi around her.
It didn’t take long for Verafia to find the black-haired young man by the sea.
A look of surprise appeared on the maiden’s small face, and just as she was about to quickly rush to his side, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, her joyful expression freezing on her face.
Verafia saw that swirling around the young man’s body was a dark demonic energy, in the image of the Black-winged Monarch Anderdun, preparing to possess Ig!
“Anderdun!”
Her voice, though weak and slender, was filled with anger and a clear killing intent, like a bird whose feathers had been ruffled.
“It’s you, Verafia, how so soon!”
The dark demonic energy on Ig’s body flickered in surprise.
For a full year, under Verafia’s contract, he had been oppressed and ordered around. Anderdun, accustomed to this for many days, was instinctively terrified. His first reaction was to fly away.
The maiden’s steps faltered as she approached, her beautiful, captivating golden eyes filled with anger: “You bastard, what do you want to do to Ig!”
Her slender voice, burning with anger, came through.
Anderdun looked at her frail, weak form and was stunned for a moment. He then remembered that the sickly maiden before him was no longer the hero of the past, nor was she the harsh and terrifying Flame Goddess.
Instantly, Anderdun, who had solidified and manifested his face in mid-air from black demonic energy, turned towards the golden-haired maiden approaching him step by step, with a rampant and incomparably arrogant sneer:
“Hehehe, don’t you know what this Seat intends to do? This brat’s perfect physique, this Seat will take it here!”