I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 849

Chapter 89: Ice Dragon Blood
Seeing the blood continuously flowing from Ivansta’s wound and soaking the ground, Ig’s pupils constricted, and his face changed drastically.
“Wait, her blood…”
Unlike Ivansta’s lifeless, cooling corpse, the black blood was thick and viscous, like a muddy sludge of oil, yet the power contained within continued to be active, even seeming to boil in Ig’s eyes.
In an instant, from the sticky, impure black blood, a dark blade was drawn and suddenly thrust towards him!
“Aneti!”
From the distant dark night, a tall swordsman stood up in the foul blood. His face was solemn, and his eyes, blazing with netherflame, were fixed only on the thrusting sword edge.
Ig only had time to let out a sound, and from the darkness, a heavier, deathly still curtain fell, far more resilient than Ivansta’s Sacred Domain before. It pressed down on Ig’s shoulders like a sea of death, making even the action of raising his sword difficult.
He should have known… how could Fatter, who had planted a spell in Ivansta’s flesh and blood, not have left any contingency?
The swordsman before him, Aneti, was the top-ranked “Sword of the Underworld” under Fatter. A month ago, he had even attempted to assassinate the Dwarven King Muhr in the Dwarf Royal Capital of Mohen City. And he had never been far from the elves, so he was naturally the best choice!
A cold light flashed, and in an instant, it felt as if death had clutched his heart.
In the Dwarf Royal City, even a full-strength Ig would have barely managed to block such a sword, requiring Anderdun’s soul to be injured. Let alone now, already heavily wounded and suppressed by a domain?
However, a cool yet not unpleasant, soft and nourishing sensation touched him. Ig’s eyes snapped open.
A slender, ice-blue figure pulled him back, shielding him from the front.
With wide eyes, Ig felt as if he was seeing an identical scene from his memory, in the church of Lorinc, under Douglas’s Sun Sacred Sword.
Even though it was once a brilliant sun, and now the nether was like death, the only thing unchanging was the slender, soft, ice-moistened girl in front of him. The same beautiful ice-blue reflected in his eyes.
“Little Fei, no!”
Ophi shook her head vigorously at him. The Ice Dragon Girl’s figure appeared slender and thin, but to him, who was heavily wounded by Ivansta, he could not disobey the power of a Dragon Clan girl. He could only watch as he was pulled by Ophi and shielded behind her.
The next moment, as the grayness of death struck, layers of ice, intertwined with the origin of the gods, condensed in mid-air, instantly torn to shreds by terrifying demonic power.
“Boom!”
The terrifying power almost caused the sky to collapse. Ophi and Ig, who was shielded behind her, were blasted tens of meters away.
His chest throbbed with pain. Ig’s eyes, which he had managed to lift, saw the Ice Dragon Girl’s gorgeous skirt armor shattered, delicate dragon scales scattered tragically on skin that should have been flawless and tender. But what was more apparent was the horrifying hole pierced through the girl’s chest by Aneti’s sword of death.
Even with Ophi’s obstruction, the tip of the sword of death still inflicted a small wound on Ig.
Every strand of demonic power imbued in the sword of death was enough to easily kill a Star. Even for a Sacred Domain expert, it was not something that could be easily endured.
Even Ig, who had only borne a slight wisp of it, felt unbearable pain, as if his life and soul were withering, let alone Ophi, who had her entire body pierced by this sword of death?
Ig gritted his teeth tightly, supporting himself with all his might. The Ice Dragon Girl still stood in front of him, her crystalline dragon wings trembling non-stop, as if trying to cover the wound on her back. However, what was more noticeable were the constantly shedding frost-blue dragon scales on the girl.
Gurgling ice-blue dragon blood flowed from the girl’s wound and onto Ig.
It was cool and moist, as if it were the gentle touch of the Ice Dragon Girl… but Ig knew that this was her life origin collapsing under the sword of death, and the blood of her dragon soul!
“Ugh… I’m okay.” Seeming to sense the boy’s tightly gripped wrist, Ophi forcefully lifted her head, trying to show a comforting smile on her young face, just like in his memory.
Her gorgeous eyes, like frost-blue gemstones, now seemed to turn into pure ice-blue, but this only lasted for a moment. The light gradually dissipated like drifting catkins.
Ig tightly grasped her wrist. The frost-like cold feeling seeped deeper and deeper into his body.
“To think there would be someone to save you.”
Aneti’s indifferent voice echoed, “Last time, it was an ancient demon who should have died long ago. Today, it’s another ice dragon.”
The ethereal voice reached his ears; it was Aneti’s voice.
Whether it was because he was already heavily injured and had lost a lot of blood in the battle with Ivansta, or due to the coldness transmitted from Ophi’s dragon blood, Ig’s consciousness felt hazy, as if falling into a stupor.
He tried hard to open his eyes. The ice-blue blood did not fall to the ground but continued to seep into his body, as if he were absorbing it.
It wasn’t just the frost, but also Ophi’s life origin as a Dragon Clan girl.
An ice-blue radiance lingered in mid-air, also falling into Aneti’s eyes.
Dragons possessed incredibly noble bloodlines, just like dragon slayers consuming dragon hearts and bathing in dragon blood to acquire the dragon’s bloodline. If a dragon, before its death, bestowed upon a close person, it could allow them to carry a more advanced bloodline that the dragon originally possessed.
However, Aneti stood at the pinnacle of the world. In the Sacred Domain realm, very few could be considered his match. Even the bloodline of a King-class dragon was nothing in his eyes.
Ig was completely unaware.
Perhaps due to the continuous outflow of blood, the weight of the girl in his embrace was diminishing, gradually becoming ethereal. It was as if she was bestowing all her bloodline, life, and soul to the boy.
His consciousness seemed to sink into pure frost.
Ig recalled that in Lorinc, it was the same scene. Heavily injured Ophi, upon touching a certain medium, merged with his body… Although, in the end, after her power was exhausted, they separated again, but Ig would never forget such a memory.
Medium, medium… memories of the Dark Dragon? Fragments of the Dark Dragon’s memory? The memory of the silver ice dragon girl?
Memories surged in his mind. It was the memory of the magic potion prepared by Verafia, which allowed him to be promoted to Gold.
In that seemingly illusory memory, he not only witnessed Verafia’s “betrayal” in the Sea of Fate, but also the memory of him devouring the Dark Dragon Miedirna and his own “incarnation” as the Silver Ice Dragon God striking it down.
The “White Dragon” descendant, the Dark Dragon Miedirna, truly existed in past history. However, Ig suddenly understood that the Silver Ice Dragon Girl was not real, but born from illusory memories.
It originated from Ophi’s Ice Dragon Blood.
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Ah, plot from hundreds of thousands of words ago… I originally planned to write it in the previous volume, but I couldn’t find a suitable entry point, so it was delayed until now.
However, I was actually planning to cut this part (since many plot holes can’t be filled anyway), but… thinking about it, this would require re-establishing Little Fei’s plot, so I just wrote it out.
(It would be nice to have the male protagonist turn into a dragon girl and be teased by Veer for a bit lol)