I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 1014

Chapter 61 The Flame of Red Lotus (Part 1)
Verafia’s gaze swept over Ig, then she saw Anrijie following behind him.
The girl hid her little face, her snow-blue hair, smooth as silk, quietly slid down her slender, delicate body. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a few wisps of overflowing light flowed with confusion. Her slender fingertips unconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt.
Verafia blinked her big eyes, “Ah… Anrijie is here too. Anrijie, are you hurt?”
Hearing her voice, Anrijie trembled slightly, her eyes, as clear as a frozen lake, were filled with timidity, like a startled cat. “Goddess… um, thank you, I’m fine.”
Seeing Anrijie’s appearance, Verafia became even more confused.
Logically, Anrijie shouldn’t be filled with resentment and half-heartedly utter a few sarcastic remarks. Why was she suddenly like an injured girl, delicate and fragile, and her temper had changed so much?
Could it be that while she was away, something unspeakable had happened between this little one and Ig?
Verafia blinked her big eyes, and her gaze immediately turned to Ig with suspicion.
Of course, she didn’t really suspect Ig and Anrijie of messing around behind her back. It was just that Verafia had a sudden thought and realized she could use this to target Ig and make things difficult for him.
Well, of course, it wasn’t that she wanted to act spoiled on purpose.
Verafia nodded gently in satisfaction, without any visible change. But before she could speak, her slender little hand was grabbed by the young man beside her:
“Veer, what about you? Moon took you to his domain, which is the law of light. Are you hurt…”
Saying this anxiously, Ig held the girl’s smooth little hand, wanting to check her injuries.
“How could that guy Moon do anything to us? Humph, this young lady is naturally fine!”
Verafia suddenly pulled her little hand out and held it to her chest. Her flawless snowy face was filled with spoiled arrogance, but the corners of her tender lips couldn’t help but curve into a soft, beautiful arc.
Forcibly severing Moon’s world shaped by light was not a negligible consumption for Verafia, but hearing Ig’s anxious concern still warmed her heart, filling her with a touch of sweetness.
At this moment, why bother thinking about how to act spoiled?
Her gorgeous scorching gold eyes blinked lightly, lifting like a delicate golden moon. She suddenly realized that her action of pulling her hand away might have been a bit willful and would hurt this idiot Ig.
She hesitated for a moment, and then felt a little embarrassed to offer her little hand to Ig again. The goddess Miss’s flawless little hand, carved like a work of art, suddenly froze in mid-air with a hint of awkwardness.
“Of course, I don’t think Moon could defeat you.”
Hearing the girl’s consistently lively and charming voice, Ig couldn’t help but relax, a smile appearing on his lips.
He lowered his head and saw the struggle on the girl’s snow-white jade face. He understood what this little girl was thinking, so he smiled slightly and gently took the girl’s fair and tender hand.
“Mmm…”
Being held by Ig, the familiar warmth touched her smooth and tender skin again. A few strands of delicate, dawn-gold hair gently waved. Verafia’s fair and flawless young face was slightly flushed, and she glared at him fiercely again.
“Right, since you defeated him, I wonder where the Pope of Light is now?”
Ig raised his face. The laws of light, shattered in the divine radiance of life, lingered before his eyes. Even though the aura of light was extremely chaotic, Ig could feel that the Pope of Light had not truly perished.
“That guy Moon? Humph, a mere usurper who stole the Power of Holy Light, of course, he was completely subdued by this young lady!”
She probably understood that his deliberate question was to give her a way to step down from her shyness, and she slightly puffed out her young chest, turning her delicate face to look at the light suppressed by the slender divine sword, and let out a soft hum as she raised her little face.
The Sword of Life, suppressed above the light, was condensed by the laws of the goddess. Shattered light gathered, as if unimaginable power was constantly impacting, and the slender sword edge trembled continuously.
However, Verafia still looked relaxed. Holding Ig’s hand, she led Anrijie to tread on the fragments of light, her elegant high heels making crisp sounds.
In the sky, amidst endless light rays like shattered crystal, the Goddess of Life walked past. Her slender, jade-like fingertips gripped the trembling divine sword again. Suddenly, on one side of the sword body, endless shattered light poured out almost instantly.
“What is this?”
Ig turned his head to look at Verafia and couldn’t help but ask.
The light escaping from beneath the Sword of Life was undoubtedly the divine power of light. However, within these purest origins of light, Ig felt a sense of darkness, like a shadow of light.
The divine radiance of life and light collided between the divine sword, and the scattered fluorescent light illuminated the girl’s slightly upturned, pure white face, making it appear even brighter and more magnificent.
Hearing Ig’s voice, Verafia turned her little face, blinked her big eyes, and charmingly smiled.
“Of course, it’s Moon, who was erased by this young lady… Well, if this is his current state, perhaps it’s not a complete him, perhaps, just a soul eroded by light?”
The moment Verafia’s voice fell, Moon’s voice, filled with hatred, pain, and despair, resounded in the shattered light, echoing thousands of times, filled with resentment, like the wails of thousands of fierce ghosts.
“How could you defeat me, how could you! This is my sacred kingdom, I am light, I am God!”
The long sword broke free, and the suppressed light soared into the sky. Instantly, the lingering light was like a sun, and the light it cast covered the entire sacred city.
The radiance of the sun fell upon every believer and priest of the Church of Light. Their faces showed panic, but in an instant, they were covered by fervent devotion. The shadowed sun, which Moon had transformed into, was now forcibly drawing their faith in the light!
“I told you, Moon, you call yourself the Pope of Light and speak so grandly, but in reality, you just see the followers of light as fuel.”
Verafia curled her lips and snorted.
The hundreds of thousands of residents of the entire Holy City of Light, including countless priests and knights who fought for the light, were engulfed in the flames of light.
On the sun of light, Moon’s body rapidly condensed, and his aura expanded rapidly. In just a few breaths, he was already no less powerful than he was when he confronted Verafia before!
Seeing the Pope of Light continuously drawing faith and re-usurping the Power of Holy Light, Verafia did not draw her sword or launch an attack, but simply watched the increasingly rampant, even frenzied Moon.
Moon had hidden his soul within the Origin of Light. This was Moon’s last resort, and it was difficult for Verafia to completely erase him after defeating him.
“Veer?”
Ig showed a confused expression and looked at Verafia again.
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Found Moon still useful… (Let him continue for another two chapters 233)