I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 929

Chapter 170 The Fall of Original Sin
Miss Verafia lightly pressed the Life Divine Sword with her jade-like slender fingers, sweeping her gaze over the enemies before her, and paused before the Bard who was strumming the harp and smiling.
Dylan, who called himself a Bard, was naturally an old acquaintance of long standing. Verafia had even met him when she first returned to this world. However, Dylan’s true identity was the embodiment of “Sloth” under Elise.
As an embodiment of Original Sin, Dylan at this moment was different from his past self. Like Verodia, the “Jealous Witch” in Lorinc, the power of Original Sin coiled around him, and his formidable aura made space tremble.
Within him, “Sloth,” the Original Sin of the entire world, transformed into substantial darkness. Even without the augmentation of his divine spark, which prevented Dylan from reaching the demigod peak of Verodia, Verafia could confirm that his power was at least comparable to a true legend.
As for “Mourning Blood Monarch” Medantzo, he was one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race, renowned alongside Anderdun, and had once been an immortal existence. Although his realm had fallen, his aura was still considered powerful among legends… And Fatter, he was a monarch who had long since reached the pinnacle of magic, a figure whom even the current Verafia needed to fear.
Verafia’s jade hand rested lightly on the sword. Even the divine radiance of life could not conceal the terrifying auras of the supreme powerhouses under the moonlight, giving her immense pressure.
Opposite her was also the Dark Moon Goddess Hilfis.
Although she was not the true Moon Goddess, for Verafia, who had just begun to fuse with the divine spark of life, she was by no means an easy opponent to defeat…
Beside her, Ophi was already seriously injured, and Fuya and Ig were not yet at the legendary level. However, besides Hilfis, Zorgia still possessed nine legends, including over twenty Saintly Domains.
This power was enough to annihilate a nation, and even true deities would find it difficult to resist!
Verafia bit her silver teeth lightly, her eyes, like rippling divine radiance of life, showing a trace of struggle in their gorgeous golden hue that flowed like fire.
She certainly wasn’t afraid to fight these enemies, but she also had Ig, Little Fei, and Fuya beside her, and even Zeralis was in their hands.
Suddenly, a faint sound of a harp echoed from afar. Verafia’s golden eyes lifted. Dylan’s slender fingers were gently plucking the strings with a smile.
“Miss Verafia, no, at this time, I should once again respectfully address you as Goddess Princess.”
Dylan smiled as he plucked the strings, his long, melodious voice drifting over, “Most esteemed Princess, in bygone days, before His Majesty Oran’s throne, I, representing the Saintess, extended a branch of alliance to you, but you rejected our goodwill with flames. Now, in the brilliance of life, will you make a different choice?”
Verafia’s gaze was cold. A trace of icy light reflected off the Life Divine Sword she lightly manipulated, conveying her reply.
Dylan shook his head in lament and the melody he played became mournful and lingering.
Fatter stepped forward, the light of magic flowing beside him, like the phantom of a magic monarch descending as in the past, magnificent and chilling.
“Verafia, are you the Goddess of Life now?” His gaze fell upon Verafia’s flawless delicate body, but it displayed, as if looking at a rare artwork of the world, only heated, and incomparably cold colors.
Verafia’s gaze rested upon him. She knew clearly in her heart that for Fatter, whose life had been replaced by magic, his greed was not for her in the literal sense… Long before this, this magic monarch had even arrogantly declared that he would dig up the World Tree to seize the authority of the Goddess of Life!
Mourning Blood Monarch Medantzo, who stood behind Fatter, spoke, “Goddess of Life, in these years, the Wings of Death have been in your hands. He is my colleague. I wonder if you would hand him over?”
In the frozen atmosphere, only Zeralis’s muffled whimpers, stemming from her mouth being plugged by magic, could be heard.
Zorgia smiled again, raising the Silver Moon Staff, and bowed slightly towards Fatter, “Your Majesty Fatter, according to the agreement with your Saintess, Miss Verafia, as well as the divine spark of the Goddess of Life, will be handed over to Your Highness and Princess Elise.”
Fatter nodded slightly, and the cold magical radiance in his pupils suddenly brightened. The surging magical brilliance, like surging waves, caused the entire world covered by the divine radiance of life to become turbulent!
The Mistletoe Sword was pushed to its limit. Verafia’s golden threads moved, and the divine radiance flashing in her golden eyes was incredibly bright. She had already unleashed her divine power, and in the next moment, she would ignite incomparably brilliant golden flames upon life!
The Magic Monarch raised his right hand, the magical traces flowing between his fingers hanging at the apex of the dome. Suddenly, Verafia was astonished to discover that not only Dylan’s harp music, but also the flowing moonlight, and even every legend, were all frozen by the fluctuations of magic.
“Fatter, what is this…?” Verafia’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked at him.
A rare, playful smile suddenly appeared on Fatter’s face, his dark pupils falling on the young girl’s face, “As Zeralis said, Miss Verafia, can you help me?”
What was Fatter suddenly up to?
Verafia had no idea what kind of help he was referring to, but upon hearing “Zeralis’s” name, her golden eyes rippled slightly, and she instinctively nodded her butterfly head.
Fatter let out a loud laugh. Black ripples flowed from his fingertips. The law of pure magic resonated through the heavens and earth, coiling towards Dylan before him!
Dylan’s eyes suddenly trembled, his expression changing drastically. He had never expected Fatter to suddenly attack him. A mere layer of magical power condensed from the Original Sin of “Sloth” blocked before him. Suddenly, “Mourning Blood Monarch” Medantzo drew his Blood Sword, and surging blood gushed out!
Under the attacks of these two powerful legends, Dylan found it difficult to resist. He hurriedly strummed his harp, but the music was shattered.
Zeralis, who had originally been bound by strands of magical power, was suddenly freed. Her pale green hair blew across her face in the wind. As she landed, she grabbed the Emerald Harp. The divine expression in her beautiful, clear emerald eyes was no longer anxious. A cold light flowed, and the harp music of “Dream of Life” easily shattered Dylan’s resistance.
Facing the sudden sneak attack from three legendary powerhouses, Dylan was completely unable to resist. In a short instant, even legends like Zorgia couldn’t react in time, and could only watch as Dylan was attacked.
Countless terrifying attacks poured onto Dylan’s original sin body, emitting terrifying flashes. Fatter stepped forward, his palm flashing with incredibly condensed magic light, which was not constructed from any element or law, but was purely the essence of magic. Black smoke swirled, and with one blow, it struck Dylan’s chest!
There wasn’t even a sound, only silence… No, rather, it was as if even sound itself and light were swallowed by the black magic in Fatter’s hand.
In an instant, Dylan’s original sin body suddenly exploded. The light of blood annihilated his shattered flesh, and countless tainted sins surged up, only to be purified by the harp music of the light of life.
In a mere moment, an Original Sin and a Legend fell here!