I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 916

Chapter 157 Anderdun’s Choice
Before this, Anderdun heard Hodrea’s dismissive words and the rift between him and the dark elves, which was why he suddenly said these words.
Even though he was once the immortal Demon King, Anderdun, who now only possessed a weak soul, did not want to confront a legend at all.
Not to mention that there was a young elf girl who had merged with the moonlight of the Silver Moon Goddess beside Zorgia.
“The dark swordsman, that fanatical follower of the Abyss?”
Zorgia nodded, a smile flashing across his face. “As expected, he has really come here. However, there is only Miss Ophi here. It seems he does not intend to stop Miss Verafia.”
“Zorgia, since he wants to seize the Abyss, I wonder, what are your…?” Looking at the dark elf’s expression, Anderdun could not guess his thoughts and cautiously probed.
“He is merely an obsessed man of the Abyss who believes he has grasped the truth. The Saintess will not acknowledge him.”
The dark elf shook his head, his lips pursed into a smile. He raised the moonlight scepter in his divine robe. “How can the so-called Abyss be possessed by a mere mortal like him… However, it will not be long before our Goddess is born.”
Ophi, who was blocked behind him, instead showed surprise, raising her head and shouting, “Zorgia, the Goddess you speak of, is it Irene? Do you want her to be corrupted by the Abyss like before?”
Anderdun reached out to embrace the girl’s delicate body, his expression calm.
In his eyes, this Dragon Clan girl was young and did not know how to control her emotions at all; she was completely a burden. If not for the fact that she was Verafia’s good friend, and that he had a favor to ask of that Phoenix girl, he would have already slipped away: “Lord Zorgia—”
The dark elf’s gaze fell on his face, and he suddenly laughed. “The Deathwing of the past, the King under the Demon King, you reappear now, yet you have fallen to the fate of becoming a human slave?”
Anderdun was instantly enraged. “Humble elf, even in the Demon Realm, no one has ever dared to mock me here! If I were still at my peak, with just these words from you, you would have long ago become food for death, turned into a pile of white soil!”
One must know that in the Demon Realm, he was an immortal powerhouse, a Great Existence above ten thousand people and below the Demon King. Even legendary powerhouses were not people he had not personally slaughtered. Since he became the Demon King, except for being frustrated by Verafia, when had he ever received such humiliation!
Even Ophi felt that his mood was a little off. A trace of worry appeared in her beautiful frost-blue eyes, and she tugged at his arm with her slender, fair fingers.
“It’s a pity, Lord Anderdun, you are not the Demon King at your peak from former days.”
Zorgia smiled, his voice still like an elegant prelude, showing no anger at all. White moonlight flowed on the moonlight divine staff, like silver strings, playing and plucking. He suddenly raised his face, his dark silver long hair blowing in the wind:
“However, Lord Anderdun, the reason you are here is bound by Miss Verafia’s vow, isn’t it? Why don’t we make a deal? You leave now, and Princess Azerlia can erase the contract for you.”
The Silver Moon Elf gently raised his face, his pure, flawless silver pupils shimmering with traces of moonlight.
Anderdun was about to draw his weapon to fight to the death when he heard Zorgia’s suggestion, and he couldn’t help but be stunned.
The dark elf’s voice continued: “You must also miss your homeland, right? Moreover, I think Lord Anderdun, you must have seen the blood on the Sky City. ‘Mourning Blood King’ Meidanzo, he is your kin. If you need it, I would be quite happy to take you to see him.”
Anderdun hesitated for a moment. He glanced sideways, the slender little hand of the Silver Ice Dragon girl still pulling his arm, but her soft and delicate skin was gradually becoming hardened, and a trace of tension was etched into her pair of beautiful frost-blue eyes.
Anderdun did not have a bad impression of this little dragon girl, but guarding in front of her was not due to pity, affection, or responsibility, those human-centric emotions.
This was entirely due to Verafia’s contract, and the command left by Ig before he was drawn into the Abyss.
As a Demon King who had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, who bore the name of death, he was never a good person. In the jungle of the Demon Realm where the strong preyed on the weak, the word “morality” was no different from the shackles of death.
Since there was a way to break Verafia’s contract, why should Anderdun stubbornly resist a legend and send himself to death for no reason?
Anderdun originally thought this. However, he suddenly thought, with Verafia’s methods, was the contract she left really that easy to break?
Moreover, one must know that Verafia had gone to inherit the life goddess’s legacy. Anderdun did not believe she would fall into the enemy’s hands so easily.
When she inherited the position of Life God, if she knew that her favorite good friend had died because of her…
Thinking of this possibility, Anderdun shuddered.
“Moreover, this elven boy wants to take me to see Meidanzo.”
“That old man with red eyes probably already knows I defected to humans, and most likely brings the Demon King’s judgment, intending to drain my blood and suck me dry like a dried corpse!”
With this thought flashing through his mind, Anderdun instantly felt that surrendering was not a good plan.
He raised his head again, and Anderdun snorted coldly, “Elf, in your eyes, am I such a fickle villain? Miss Verafia and I have an agreement. After this battle, she will grant me freedom. Why would I betray her!”
“Moreover, Miss Ophi is standing behind me. I cannot bear to see a filthy oath-breaker like you lay your poisonous hands on such a pure girl.”
Anderdun reprimanded righteously. After his scolding, his voice paused, and he secretly glanced at the girl behind him. As expected, Ophi’s frost-blue eyes were filled with emotion.
Anderdun was smug, filled with a sense of self-satisfaction.
He had always been worried that Verafia would cut corners when making a body for him… However, Ophi was that young lady’s good friend. If she could speak well of him to the young lady, why would he worry about Verafia not taking his body seriously?
“Is that so?”
Zorgia’s smile remained, but he shook his head with a hint of regret. Moonlight gathered on his scepter, but he still did not attack immediately, his gaze falling on the dragon girl.
“Then, Miss Ophi, what about you?”
“Me?” Ophi raised her head, slightly startled.
“Lord Alucia’s moonlight flowed through the human world and was taken to the human world by her daughter.”
With a long sigh, as if reciting an ancient poem, Zorgia smiled, looking at the pure white moonlight in the girl’s hand:
“I thought I would not see the colors of the former moonlight again before breaking through this cage. I didn’t expect that this moonlight was obtained by Ig and brought before the Goddess.”
The dark elf’s pupils shimmered with the ripples of moonlight: “And he gave this moonlight to you, Miss Ophi.”