I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 799

Uncle, what are you talking about?
Greenery and flowers grew from the cracks in the bricks and tiles, with golden and emerald patterns stretching out, and Mistetinn’s Staff floated in mid-air.
The slender and beautiful staff body was filled with a rich life aura, much taller than Verafia’s current self. However, it seemed that as the girl’s body changed, this scepter, which represented the breath of life, also shrank, falling into her tender little hands.
With Verafia’s small body, it was as if a childish girl was swinging a toy, yet the scepter in her hand undoubtedly condensed a terrifying life force.
—Mistetinn’s Staff was the Tree of Life on the frozen northern plains of the Aer Continent, before the meteor shower, representing the endless vitality within flames.
Before leaving the Aer Continent, Shiel and the others handed this scepter to Ig, asking him to pass it on to her.
Her tender little hands gently held the scepter, and the soft breath of life caressed her delicate, soft golden hair. Verafia lowered her small face slightly, sensing the magic within her body, which was not lacking but was very different from before.
She had only been awake for a little more than half a day. Whether it was this young phoenix’s body, which was still that of a young girl, or the magic within her body, everything still felt unfamiliar. For an ordinary person, it might take weeks or even months to fully adapt.
“But, this young lady was the strongest Swordsman, and also the Goddess Princess. It’s just Star Rank magic, how can this stump me?”
Verafia gently clenched her small fists, and Mistetinn’s Staff was lightly lifted by her. Amidst the emerald green of life, a few rays of brilliant golden flames flickered.
“Ig, that idiot, has improved a lot, but he’s still just a Star Rank… But Hholdr, that dark swordsman, has already reached Saint Rank in such a short time!”
Verafia’s heart was anxious. In just this brief moment, Ig and the dark swordsman had clashed hundreds of thousands of times, the fluctuations of sword qi as if stirring up a storm.
Verafia’s slender hand lifted, and a fire spell condensed on the scepter, whistling towards the dark swordsman’s figure.
But her golden eyes suddenly lifted. Ig and the dark swordsman fighting were right in front of her, yet space seemed to be cut off, and the distance between them was infinitely stretched. After the fire spell traveled thousands of meters, its magic was depleted, and it extinguished itself in mid-air.
“I forgot to mention, Hholdr entrusted me not to let you disturb him.”
A faint laugh floated from afar. In that instant, the sky seemed to be dyed with pitch-black ink, the twilight became heavy, pressing down on the dome of the sky, and the colors of the endless abyss enveloped Verafia’s vision.
“Dylan…”
The girl raised her large golden eyes and witnessed the heavy abyss, mixed with the dim twilight, like a splash of murky ink, gradually obscuring the sky. Her tender lips moved slightly.
Separating her from the world was a Saint Rank domain. For Verafia, who had once been a legend and a deity, it was naturally not difficult to detect such a thing.
Moreover, as an envoy of the abyss, Dylan, one of the incarnations of “Original Sin,” his domain must be incomparable to ordinary Sacred Domains.
“But Dylan just said he didn’t want me to disturb Hholdr? The mark of the abyss…”
Verafia’s golden eyes trembled slightly.
It was Hholdr who left the mark of the abyss for Ig back then. Today, upon their reunion, it was still difficult to discern killing intent… but this Hholdr must have an extraordinary ulterior motive towards Ig.
Her eyelashes trembling, Verafia’s mind raced with a myriad of thoughts for a moment.
Suddenly, a soft footstep sound, like that on a smooth glass floor, echoed. As if condensed from the melting abyss, the ground reflected the obscured sky, and Dylan, still disguised as a bard, walked out with a smile.
Beside him, the golden-haired elf youth Beiser still held a sword edge, his golden pupils stained with hatred-like scarlet, and his nearly uncontrollable, Star Rank murky magic overflowed incessantly.
However, Beiser did not attack her immediately, as if his ferocity was being forcibly restrained.
“Princess, it’s been a long time.”
Dylan’s gentle voice came, and he looked at the young, tender little girl not far away, a smile gracing the corner of his lips.
This was not a secular title, but a respect for the noble will of the girl before him.
Just as Verafia thought, Dylan also remembered the past.
In Rubiel City, he had indeed only, at the request of the Saintess, unsealed the City of Blood and invited the resurrected Blood Duke Oran… However, it was slightly unexpected for Dylan to coincidentally meet Verafia.
“Poetry cannot capture your beauty… However, Princess, please forgive my ignorance, for failing to realize that you are also that person.” His gaze shifted to the girl’s tender little face, and the bard’s voice exclaimed loudly.
Regarding the fragmented space of the City of Blood, Dylan’s avatar had once met the Grand Duke of Blood. But for Dylan himself, he only knew the news of that avatar being killed and obliterated.
However, now, as a member of the Abyssal Church, after the world-shaking battle with Lichen, Dylan naturally knew Verafia’s true identity.
Whether it was the goddess of fire, or the legendary swordsman once adored by the Saintess.
This made the bard sigh at the coincidence and strangeness of fate.
Standing opposite, holding the scepter with her small hand, the little golden-haired girl gently raised her childish face, her large golden eyes blinking obediently, and said with a childish voice, “Uncle, what are you talking about?”
The girl’s reply made the bard pause, and he let out a哑然失笑 (hiccup of laughter, a sound of choked laughter, dumbfounded laughter) and shook his head.
“Miss Verafia, as noble as you are, you can also be so amusing…”
Dylan’s voice did not completely fall. The scepter held by the girl’s tender little hand was lifted for an instant. Suddenly, the light of life seemed to sprout like countless vines, and on the spreading Tree of Life, brilliant blazings ignited.
Scorching gold color, gorgeous sword qi lit up on the scepter, and the curtain of the endless abyss instantly withered, wiped away by the resplendent sword light. In an instant, a moment in time condensed into eternity, the colors of the abyss disappeared, wiped away by the sword light.
Even though they were separated by an endless distance, at this moment, it seemed to be instantly erased. The sword light pulsed, and in the eternal silence, as if the world was born, it brushed past Dylan’s figure.
The bard’s face still bore a smile that had not yet faded, and in the next instant, it was instantly engulfed by the sword light.
But Verafia’s sword qi did not stop at all, and it continued to slash directly into the dissipating endless darkness of the abyss. Brilliant light fell on various parts of the abyss.
Dylan’s true form was forced to reveal himself in a hurry from the dark domain, and a stunning sword light cleaved directly towards his figure!