Chapter 187 A Wisp of Verdant Green
The Goddess of Flames held the Divine Sword of Blazing Flames, her expression indifferent, like a resplendent, blazing sun.
Crimson flames burned wantonly around her.
Iget could have escaped. Even as destructive flames raged all around, the girl’s sword did not point at him. In fact, a trace of hesitation still lingered in her heart.
But he still stood alone before the flaming sword edge.
“Iget, you fool! Don’t you know that this goddess is not your girl? Are you trying to protect those people? Or do you want to wake her up—”
Anderdun’s exasperated voice reached his ears. Struck by the flaming sword edge, even he, in his past self, would have been crippled or killed!
For a moment, Anderdun conceived a malicious thought. Black mist swirled, like ferocious, monstrous beasts, wanting to forcibly seize Iget’s body.
However, Anderdun’s consciousness crashed into a solid wall. The surging flames made him emit a tragic cry.
Iget paid no mind to what the demon god was thinking. Behind him were Caslet and innocent humans. Perhaps in the past, he would have cared, but at this moment, his eyes were only fixed on the magnificent and haughty figure of the girl.
The girl’s indifferent gaze fell upon him. Iget could see her eyes tremble briefly.
“As expected, you are indeed Young Lady…”
Iget displayed a hint of a relaxed smile.
This, though it belonged to Herafir, the Crimson Blazing Flames of the God King of Flames, was still his girl.
The Flaming Sword edge fell from the girl’s jade hand. The divine majesty and destructive crimson flames effortlessly pierced through the power of death. The black mist of death burned intensely in the red flames, and the destructive sword edge struck the young man’s chest.
“Ugh…”
Almost indescribable pain spread through his flesh and blood the moment the flames descended.
The blazing fire infiltrated his body along the blade’s edge. Even with the protection of divine sparks, the destructive power wantonly burned his blood and bones, instead bringing even more unbearable pain.
For a moment, Iget wished he could be directly incinerated into ashes by such flames.
But he still slowly raised his eyes. His eyes clearly reflected the girl’s exquisite face. Her golden eyes were dyed crimson, as if she were destroying unrelated things, indifferent and cold.
Iget also knew that his girl, to save him, had her divine power of flames completely cover her will. Before his eyes, it was the Goddess of Flames wielding the Divine Sword of Blazing Flames.
Then, did he want to be with his girl?
But, this foolish girl… she promised me, she shouldn’t have returned.
She already got Mistetinn’s Staff. It’s good to suppress the will of flames and become a complete girl, a complete goddess again, isn’t it?
In this way, Little Fei and Flarn can always accompany you… If you die too, how sad will they be?
These words came to him fragmented in his mind.
However, at least, he could be with Young Lady…
Iget suddenly realized that his consciousness had become clear again. The burning pain in his chest, struck by the blazing sword edge, was slowly receding, replaced by a feeling of warmth.
He looked up. The blazing flames, as brilliant as the scorching sun, burned on the sword edge but transformed into a flowing stream, continuously pouring into his body.
“This is… Young Lady, giving me her mark?”
Iget suddenly raised his head. Was it the Flame Mark that Verafia had given him in the past, absorbing the divine power and destructive scorching flames from the sword edge?
He suddenly saw in the flames the girl in red robes and magnificent attire, her slender wrist trembling slightly. A fine mist of tears suddenly welled up in her cold, indifferent golden eyes.
It was as if she were biting her lip.
“Veer!”
The Flaming Sword edge slashed down. It was as if it cut across his body. The brilliant and dazzling flames in the girl’s hand traced elegant lines, yet it was like her tear-filled decision.
All the dark mist of death on Iget’s body was incinerated. The blazing flames erupted fiercely in the air.
Brilliant flame light filled the entire night sky.
Iget crashed onto the ground. Both the hard earth and the residual frost were instantly melted by the flames.
He grunted, spitting blood, his palm pressed against his chest, which had been struck by the long sword. Yet, he struggled to get up, his face anxiously looking towards the girl’s figure.
The light of the flames streaked across the sky. The unrestrained golden-crimson flames tore the sky into pieces, but they melted before contacting her delicate body, as if the girl was fleeing in haste.
Iget struggled to get up amidst the burning flames, chasing after the fleeing girl.
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A scorching flame wind blew, gently caressing Caslet’s frost-like hair. The ice curtain she held up to defend had shattered inch by inch, like hot fire, with glass fragments melting into her palm.
Even blocking the aftershocks of the Flaming Sword edge striking Iget and the flames igniting him was not easy. Wisps of frost-origin blood flowed from the corner of her lips.
“Miss Verafia!”
Gazing at the sky engulfed in brilliant flames, Shiel rushed out, wanting to follow, but her wrist was gently pulled by the Silver Moon Elf.
The pink-haired girl turned her head to look, only to find the silver-haired elf shaking her head:
“Miss, Verafia… her law fragments still remain. Even the Frost Calamity cannot approach. It is too dangerous for you. Moreover, she chose to leave voluntarily, I imagine…”
Irene pursed her lips. Her silver eyes rose to gaze at the flame light that enveloped the sky, even obscuring the frost moon’s radiance.
This was the power of a deity.
She was a Silver Moon Elf, who had fallen to this land due to turmoil. Believing in the night and the Goddess of the Silver Moon, her understanding of deities was not as ignorant and naive as Shiel’s.
Shiel’s light golden eyes were filled with anxiety and concern for the girl. The Silver Moon Elf managed a faint smile, her slender hand gently stroking her blue-pink soft hair.
“At least, Iget went with Miss Verafia…”
Tais, flicking her fire-scorched skirt, hurried to Caslet’s side. Seeing the witch’s injured hand, her eyes couldn’t help but tremble: “Madam Caslet, your injury?”
“It’s nothing.”
Caslet withdrew her gaze. She shook her head, “It’s nothing. After all, it was her flame…”
“Just now, Miss Verafia…” Tais’s hesitant voice came.
“Her…?”
As if in a daze.
Caslet clearly heard the girl’s voice just now, filled with destruction and indifference. However, she felt no anger in her heart.
Instead, there was a puzzled doubt.
“Clearly, you voluntarily sealed your power for him… but, you also unsealed it for him?”
In her eyes, Verafia and the Goddess of Flames were the same existence… that was why Caslet felt confused.
Is it because of human concern?
The frost-haired witch lowered her head. Beside her, ice and snow remained, having been burned by the destructive flames.
Her fingertips wanted to touch, but hovered in mid-air.
Caslet saw a wisp of verdant green growing from within the flames.
