I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 806

Chapter 46 After the Abyss
“Perhaps, this is Vera’s swordsmanship after the End.”
Igter pursed his lips into a slight smile, his azure blue pupils shimmering with bright light.
He could clearly feel that the level touched by the sword strike was not the material substance of life, but on another level, as a symbol of the Abyss.
Perhaps, if peerless powerhouses like Oran and Verafia were present, they, who also transcended the material level, as concepts of authority and law, could also harm the Abyss, but this was far beyond what Igter could do.
That was why Hodrea’s pupils were filled with confusion a moment ago.
Hodrea did not speak, nor did he struggle. The overflowing sword intent continued to shatter his body, allowing the sword edge of the End to pierce his chest, merely waiting for Igter’s further explanation.
Igter’s gaze lowered slightly, falling on the End in his hand.
This sword was once Verafia’s sword… With the True Sight Eye and Verafia’s teachings, Igter quickly mastered the young girl’s swordsmanship and practiced it continuously, helping him overcome countless powerful enemies along the way.
Perhaps, in his understanding of swordsmanship, Igter was far from the young girl’s level, but Igter was also confident that even Verafia’s former acquaintances would not have many who could surpass him.
Severance, Twilight, and the Moment of End, layer upon layer, the peak brilliant sword light represented the complete termination of whatever was met beneath the sword edge.
Igter raised his head and looked directly at the dark swordsman opposite him, who was filled with questions: “Hodrea, you doubted me… Yes, I did see the Abyss.”
Just like the memory fragments of the Demonic Dragon Midirna, the dark dragon eyes Igter witnessed, the colors of the Abyss also manifested in his eyes.
However, under “truth,” he saw not just the Abyss, but a seemingly solidified “eternity.”
It was as if, after “End,” there was a swordsmanship that represented such a state.
Although he could not fully comprehend it, Igter still swung that sword.
Just like now, the residual starlight in his mind, recalling that swordsmanship, gave Igter a vague and incomplete feeling. If he were to try again, he would never be able to unleash the same sword strike…
Igter had a vague feeling that that swordsmanship had touched the essence of the “Abyss.”
“So that’s how it is.”
Hodrea’s eyes were thoughtful, and his voice was broken by the wind, as if his lungs were shattered by the sword intent: “You still choose to reject the will of the Abyss.”
Dark red candlelight flickered on his body, indistinct. Layers of collapsing energy on his body seemed like they would collapse at any moment. The swordsman’s palm suddenly pressed down on the End, allowing the sword edge to cut through his flesh and blood, and then he pressed down heavily, pulling the sword out of his chest.
Igter tightened his long sword, his gaze fixed on the dark swordsman, and he couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.
As expected of a swordsman who built his life level with the Abyss, such injuries still did not kill him.
However, Igter was not worried that the opponent still had the ability to fight him. The dark swordsman standing in front of him was still at the Saint Rank, but the End had pierced his heart, and the tainted blood flowed out with the sword, leaving him extremely weak.
“Igter!”
The urgent voice of the girl came, and Igter turned his head, giving a slight smile to Ophilia and Verafia, who was held in her arms, signaling to the two girls, one big and one small, that he was fine.
Verafia checked carefully for a while before finally feeling a little relieved. She twisted her little head and looked at the small town destroyed by the aftermath of their battle, and the still-lingering terrifying aura in the air. Her heart couldn’t help but feel a sense of lingering fear.
Although she had been locked into his domain by Dylan, that bard did not intend to harm her. He only sent an avatar to fight her, which was far from comparable to Igter and Hodrea.
Thinking of that scene, Verafia’s golden eyes widened, and she looked at the swordsman opposite her with great anger.
“Hodrea, you abominable guy, how dare you bully my attendant!”
The girl’s childish voice was full of anger, her small arms and legs flailing. If Ophilia hadn’t held her tightly, Verafia would have pounced on the swordsman.
However, Hodrea did not look at her. He looked at Igter, as if waiting for his answer.
Seeing that she was completely ignored, Verafia became even more angry. She widened her golden eyes, her tender and childish little face full of grievance.
Looking at the child’s appearance, Igter couldn’t help but purse his lips into a light smile. He gently reached out and rubbed her little head, then looked up at Hodrea.
“You said earlier that I refused the will of the Abyss? However, I have no intention of polluting my life with such a tainted Abyss.”
Igter did not conceal the sarcasm in his words. To gain the power of the Abyss, to abandon his current life, his present everything, even Verafia?
How could he possibly accept such a thing?
Hodrea looked at the black-haired youth. The sword wound on his chest continuously bled, falling to the ground like the residue of filth. Suddenly, Hodrea shook his head lightly, revealing a smile as if mocking himself:
“Is that the reason? However, the Abyss’s choice will not grant your will… Igter, one day, you will accept Him.”
Verafia turned her little face and looked at the youth. Igter took her small, tender hand and gently held it, smiling and saying, “Don’t worry, Young Lady. It’s just the ramblings of an Abyss follower.”
Igter never believed in so-called destiny’s words. Moreover, it was only what Hodrea said?
“Lord Hodrea!”
Suddenly, a high-pitched voice came, and the troubadour, covered in dust and looking very disheveled, walked over with a smile. “You see, like you, swordsmen are also considered Abyss followers in the eyes of Miss Verafia and Mr. Igter. Why don’t we…”
Hodrea cast a cold glance at him and then turned to leave.
Igter’s palm instinctively pressed on the End, but he immediately loosened it slightly. Even though Hodrea was severely injured, with his strength, Igter still had little confidence in winning.
Instead, the troubadour in front of him—
Igter’s gaze slowly fell on Dylan.
Seemingly surprised by the swordsman’s reaction, Dylan smiled awkwardly: “Haha, you see, how unreliable Lord Hodrea is! He was the one who wanted to see Mr. Igter, so he entrusted me to keep Miss Verafia occupied…”
As he spoke, his palm gently caressed the harp he was holding.
Verafia’s golden eyes suddenly lifted. She picked up the scepter in her hand, then quickly twisted her little face and shouted to the Ice Dragon Girl holding her: “Little Fei, quickly stop him!”