I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 753

chapter 209 Sealing the Deity
As if hearing the young man’s questioning, Alcoria slowly raised his head and smiled on his face:
“You have prepared her sword techniques, and with ‘The End’, you can also sever this moment of the starry sky. However, Igett, aren’t you also letting this eternal darkness envelop you?”
“Moreover… I can feel that you are not borrowing the power of the Wings of Death.”
Igett fell silent.
Even though his sword blade was surging with Anderdun’s death fire, and Alcoria’s sword blade was surrounded by endless darkness, this battle, from the beginning, was not about the amount of power involved.
It was as if the other party had deliberately revealed the dark starry sky in Disax’s memory to him.
It seemed as if Alcoria already knew that he would face the true withered and destroyed eternal darkness.
Igett raised his head and said, “You know what I want to do…”
“It’s not hard to guess. Besides, the threads of fate have long outlined this possibility.”
Said the dark swordsman. He lowered his head, looking at ‘The End’ that pierced his heart, the eternal darkness coiling around the sword blade, “Moreover, defeating It does not conflict with what I pursue.”
Igett’s gaze suddenly narrowed.
“Igett, you asked me who I am. Just as you saw… twenty years ago, I fell in the war of the Star Gods, and now, it is the power of the starry sky that is reshaping my existence.”
Alcoria said, “However, after the war, when I opened my eyes, what I saw was not darkness, but truth.”
Truth, Rieloti—the swordsman who was enveloped in darkness before him was Its subordinate!
However, Alcoria’s actions—
Igett’s hand gripping the sword trembled.
The swordsman’s gaze slowly fell on the young man’s body, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curl into a slight smile, “Perhaps you know. Whether it is fate, darkness, or truth, those great existences in the starry sky came to this world to pursue eternity.”
In the other party’s gaze, various answers could be felt. Igett gripped his sword heavily, bit his lip, and suddenly raised his head:
“I am not Him. And, Alcoria, Rieloti, you are dreaming!”
‘The End’ was forcefully pulled out of the other party’s heart. The swordsman’s already collapsing body swayed, covered in cracks of destruction, and pitch-black blood splattered across the starry sky.
Chasing eternity? Could that compare to even a bit of his girl?
“It doesn’t matter.”
Alcoria’s figure was dissipating, the collapsing darkness seemed to be biting at his body, but he showed a look of relief.
Boom!!
Like scattered wind and smoke, the pitch-black starry sky dissipated before his eyes, and the residual dark aura collapsed and disintegrated on its own. Igett pressed down on his sword, the eternal darkness covering ‘The End’ dimmed, and he raised his gaze back to the ice-covered royal court where the Ice Throne was located.
“Igett!”
Ophilia’s anxious voice came. The Ice Dragon Girl rushed to him, raising her frost-blue eyes worriedly, “Igett, are you alright just now?”
“Just an enemy who was blocking us.”
Igett calmly shifted his sword to the side, letting the residual darkness on it dissipate. He looked up, and around them, the battle was still fierce, with the domains of many Saint Ranks blocking the impact of the battle.
The Saint Rank powerhouses who followed Casslet, with the assistance of many stars, although they had the upper hand, could not kill the servants of the God of Frost in a short period.
However, no more forces were guarding the God of Frost. The path to the Ice Throne was completely unobstructed.
The frost-haired witch walked towards him. Beside Casslet were Azer, Tais, and other swordsmen and mages who had broken free from the enemy, hurrying over.
Upon the throne, the God of Frost roared in anger, unleashing his rage upon these ants who dared to offend His existence.
Shattered Frost Laws surged in mid-air, like countless weapons filled with resentment, but at the moment of contact, they dissipated into nothingness.
Casslet lightly raised her jade hand, and the translucent frost flashed, casting an invisible curtain that enveloped everyone, even the frost from the God of Frost was easily dispelled.
On the huge throne, there existed a deity. He possessed infinite power, yet he seemed to be imprisoned, only able to let out beast-like roars.
“Miss Casslet, let’s seal this deity first.”
Upon reaching the foot of the throne, Igett spoke. However, he did not look at the North Wind Witch, but rather at the God of Frost upon the throne.
Behind the frost lay the endless starry sky.
Casslet nodded. From under her robe, her slender hand waved, and the translucent frost stirred, producing frost-blue light that formed runes. Instantly, chains of runes spread across the entire ice-frozen ground, bursting with dazzling light the size of a bowl.
The God of Frost’s roars grew more and more harsh. Waves of frost law blades collided with the hazy curtain, unleashing power that could easily kill a star.
But Casslet’s expression did not change at all. Profound runes flowed from her body, appearing on the ice-covered floor.
In the roars of the God of Frost, a trace of fear could be heard.
As if centered around Casslet, the spreading ice runes were like tough chains, binding the deity’s physical body, soul, and laws beneath the throne.
Although the God of Frost did not have a clear consciousness, as a deity, his instincts felt an endless threat.
—This is the origin of the same frost, Casslet, who is half of the God of Frost, carrying out a judgment ritual on Him!
The final sword of judgment was still missing.
The North Wind Witch raised her head slightly and looked at the black-haired young man beside her, “The heart that His Highness gave you.”
Igett took out the Ice Frost Heart from his embrace. The ice-blue luster, reflecting the Frost Laws and authority, refracted in his hand. The young man’s expression did not change in the slightest as he placed the heart at the center of the ritual.
A dazzling ice-blue light instantly illuminated the entire dome. Not only the heart of frost, but the chains connecting the runes also lit up with the same color.
The God of Frost’s angry roars abruptly stopped, replaced by endless fear.
The Frost Laws were instantly drawn out from the heart, along the rune lines drawn by Casslet’s soul, and surged towards the God of Frost’s true form.
Like countless swords executing judgment upon a god, they pierced the deity’s true form. Although the frost was of the same origin, the Frost Laws were shattering, and the endless divine power of the deity was torn apart and shattered by His own being, by the sharp executioner’s sword.
Upon the throne, only pain and fear remained in the deity’s will, spreading with His twisted limbs in the laws.
Casslet raised her face, and a hint of relief appeared on her slightly pale cheeks.