I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 720

“This is a fragment of Disax’s Star God—”
Before he could even utter a sound, scarlet blood splashed onto the ground between the sword edges.
Suddenly, a pitch-black shadow, from the boundary between the pale falling snow and the night, abruptly stood up. Indescribable darkness instantly intertwined and spread within the sword qi, tearing through the night sky!
The knights were caught off guard. In the next moment, the sword qi parted and wove out, swallowed by the monstrous maw of darkness, torn into pieces.
Flesh, and even steel armor, fell as if into a strong acid, as if countless tiny mouths were hidden within the surging darkness. In just a blink, they were torn into countless minute fragments, withered and decayed, then annihilated by the darkness.
Igt only had time to push away Gatos, who was beside him. However, a beam of dark sword qi followed closely to his eyes.
The sharp shriek sounded as if it were the will of the former Star God within the fragment, mockingly laughing at his resistance.
The shriek came to an abrupt halt, and the sword qi solidified in mid-air. As it fell into his eyes, the straight, sharp black lines, as if melted, suddenly became twisted, like a mass of dark mud being baked by scorching heat.
Solidified and twisted, it turned into a lifeless, ugly, and terrifying mass of dark sludge. The rampant shrieks turned into wails, struggling within the masses of mud.
Unlike the knights beside him, whose faces were pale with horror, Igt’s gaze trembled heavily.
“…So this is what you call the fragment of a Star God, killed by Lancaster with the Sacred Sword? Heh, such a twisted form, befitting a creature from another dimension.”
A deep, echoing voice sounded in his mind. Through his vision, Anderdun said with great interest.
Before this, Anderdun had been restricted by Verafia’s divinity. That day, when Igt confronted the true form of the Star God with the Sacred Sword, even he couldn’t get a clear look due to the girl’s surging emotions.
This was indeed the first time Anderdun had truly seen the power of the Star God, thus sparking a rare flicker of interest.
“However, little Igt, this kind of power is not something you can contend with. Let alone this power that even I find strange, just a wisp of that sword qi, if it touches you even a little, you’ll be dead countless times over. If it weren’t for…”
“Anderdun, shut up!”
Anderdun was merely teasing, with no intention of helping. Igt knew very well who possessed the power that melted and withered the darkness transformed into a sword edge in that instant.
The heat wave then surged in the dark night, even the snow on the ground and the darkness in mid-air withered and melted along her trace.
A slender, graceful silhouette stood in front of the spreading darkness. The girl’s pure white nun dress was blown by the wind, revealing a few strands of tender skin like white snow. However, anyone could clearly see the color that belonged to her.
With her slender white jade hands, she picked up the beautiful long staff. The girl bit her silver teeth lightly, and brilliant golden flame light blocked the descending pitch-black sword.
But Igt could see clearly that the countless dark, surging sword edges in front of him did not actually hit the Mistletinn Staff that the girl raised to block.
The pitch-black sword edge and the scepter were separated by a mere thread, yet impossibly bridged. Countless colors of flame and the power of the Star God from a distant realm clashed and annihilated each other. Waves of impact struck the black sword, and countless flows of demonic power actually caused cracks to appear.
“As expected, worthy of you. You noticed me earlier, didn’t you?”
A low chuckle emanated from the darkness. “I once warned Trist, but he obstinately viewed the noble you as the so-called Fire Saint, a laughable incarnation.”
Unlike the gloomy, evil first impression, the voice from the darkness was clear and refined, like that of a handsome knight with a smile, full of grace and elegance.
However, what was even more shocking was the content of his words.
The “Fire Saint,” as a long-standing belief on the Aer Continent, was regarded as an inviolable deity during the twenty years of the Frost Calamity, yet was referred to as “laughable” by the person in the darkness.
As the voice faded, the darkness surged again. Verafia forcefully raised her face. She gently bit her lip, her golden eyes lifted, and a strand of gold fell onto her fair face.
The dense darkness obscured her vision, making it difficult to penetrate even with her divine sense. Verafia could barely make out a human shape.
But, but, this shadow…
A sense of indescribable panic suddenly arose in her heart. The girl’s snowy cheeks suddenly lifted forcefully.
“You talk as if you know this young lady.”
The girl’s light and melodious voice touched the vast darkness, but did not stir even the slightest ripple. The darkness continued to spread, like the approaching footsteps of a hesitant knight.
“After all, such brilliant and gorgeous flames, with your nobility, who could mistake you?”
A voice of admiration came. Verafia suddenly had the feeling that the knight had been very far away before, and had only arrived now, placing his palm on the sword edge formed by the endless darkness.
Verafia seemed to see the smile on the other’s face:
“Moreover, six months ago, that night ignited by flames, even if I wasn’t fortunate enough to witness it firsthand, your brilliant firelight once surpassed even His Majesty the King.”
The girl’s golden eyes suddenly lifted: “You know Lancaster? As expected, you truly are from Peka… Then, who exactly are you?”
The other party did not answer her query.
“However…”
His voice paused. Like a piano melody, within the beautiful tune, Verafia could see the endless spreading darkness within the void fragments surging as the knight gripped his sword.
A gaze fixed upon her face, he chuckled with interest: “Goddess Princess, a deity of flames… yet you refuse the power of your own divinity.”
A dark, abyss-like hue rippled. Following his movement, the endlessly surging dark sword edge slightly lowered. Between the sword and the staff, silence reigned, yet unimaginable fluctuations erupted.
Her skirt fluttered, and the girl’s golden strands were blown by the wind. Her porcelain-like delicate face reflected the interplay of fire and darkness.
The sword in the knight’s hand still did not strike the Mistletinn Staff. However, the slender jade lotus arm holding the staff also lowered by the same distance.
“So, Goddess Princess, you would rather use laws… to resist your divine power?”
Just as the knight said after emerging from the darkness. From the very beginning, Verafia had chosen to clash her laws with the power of the Star God, using the energy generated by their mutual annihilation to resist the dark sword in the knight’s hand.
But Verafia said nothing. Within the scope of the firelight, there was a desolate silence, even the blowing wind was extinguished.
The girl, with great effort, raised her face. Her gorgeous, brilliant golden eyes gazed at the figure behind the darkness.
The instant the sword and staff clashed, not only were her hair strands blown, but the darkness that shrouded the knight’s figure, like an abyss, was also blown away.
This allowed Verafia to see his face.
Threads of disbelief spread across the girl’s flawless face. She gently bit her lip, and a voice, filled with disbelief, emerged.
“Alcorea… how could it be you?”
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Well, this name was actually mentioned before~ (Though it was indeed a long, long time ago…)