Chapter 62 The Flame of Crimson Lotus
“Moun eroded his soul within the origin of light. Even if his body is annihilated, it does not mean he is truly dead… unless the light defiled by Moun is purified.”
Verafia grasped the slender and magnificent sword edge, her delicate eyelashes fluttering slightly as she raised her snow-kissed cheeks to gaze at the re-emerging brilliant light rays.
She closed her golden eyes for a moment, then suddenly shook her head gently: “However, this is also a difficult thing for this young lady to accomplish.”
Even for her, the Goddess of Life, to completely purify the light would come at a cost no less than another Great War with the laws of light.
“Then Veer, are you intentionally letting Moun reappear? But then why didn’t you attack him while he was still absorbing divine power…”
Igter’s voice slightly faltered. His gaze fell upon the young girl’s face, seeing the hesitation swirling around her pure and jade-like complexion, along with an ungraspable sense of conflict.
However, Igter could feel that the young girl’s hesitation was not about whether to draw her sword against Moun, who had usurped the light.
“Verafia, Goddess of Life! How dare you not attack this seat at this moment, not annihilate this seat? Yes, yes—you still need to preserve your strength, you still need to face the Abyss!”
Above the sun of a thousand thousand feet of light, Moun, who had rapidly absorbed faith to gain divine power and condensed into form, exclaimed with ecstatic joy.
After being severed from the world of light by Verafia with a sword technique completely beyond comprehension, Moun had already despaired. Even if he were reborn, and had regained his divine power by seizing the faith of millions of followers in the holy city, he never thought he would be Verafia’s opponent.
But Verafia did not attack while he was still absorbing divine power, coupled with the fleeting hesitation on her face, these undoubtedly proved Moun’s judgment!
It’s not possible that this Goddess Princess intends to wait for him to reabsorb the divine power of light, reach his full strength, and then fight him, is it?
“Goddess of Life, since that is the case, why don’t we call a truce here? I merely request this holy land—if you are willing to make peace with me, I can even help you to attack Iris!”
Moun’s threatening and seductive voice echoed incessantly. Igter’s palm involuntarily touched the hilt of the End, and he turned his head to look at the beautiful girl held by a slender hand:
“Veer, this…”
An unfinished sentence slipped from Igter’s lips. He wasn’t thinking that Verafia would actually listen to Moun’s words, but rather, he was still somewhat puzzled by the young girl’s actions.
Hearing Igter’s voice, the girl tilted her head slightly, smiled slightly, and a radiant smile emerged on her snow-kissed cheeks.
“Of course, I won’t accept Moun’s suggestion. This young lady has promised Andes, and furthermore, I don’t want to see this dirty bishop again.”
“Then, what is Veer preparing to do?”
Verafia gently shook her head, holding Igter’s hand, her beautiful golden eyes lifting slightly. Igter couldn’t help but be stunned, and followed her gaze.
“That is—” Igter’s voice trailed off. Suddenly, the flame mark on the back of his hand felt hot, and a fierce burning light flared up like fire. Igter was startled and raised his face instantly.
This was the mark of a chosen by God that Verafia, as the Flame Goddess, had bestowed. However, the young girl had long abandoned her former identity, and the current Flame Goddess—
“Originally, this young lady was hesitating on how to deal with this guy. But since she’s here…”
Verafia smiled gently, then suddenly shook her head with a relaxed expression. “Never mind, since it’s her… Twilight, Blazing Flame, no matter what she intends to do, this young lady will always meet her.”
The young girl lowered her face, looked at Moun, who was still trying to persuade her, and her voice was clear and crisp.
“Moun, you have usurped the light. But, do you know where the sword that severed your world with the fire of life just now came from?”
The Pope of Light was stunned. In an instant, he also perceived it, and his face immediately showed unconcealed panic. In an instant, he activated his divine power, and the light that absorbed infinite faith burst forth without reservation.
Dense light covered the entire world, as if at this moment, the entire world had once again transformed into a land of light!
Suddenly, a wisp of vibrant crimson ignited within the boundless light, and in an instant, the light was cleaved again, and the red lotus karmic fire was slashed down with a bright sword light.
Amidst the majestic brilliant glow of flames, the concept of space evaporated in an instant. The sword of crimson lotus destruction descended from thousands of miles away, the burning crimson flames scorching wantonly, like the crimson fire that burns through all eras!
This was a sword similar to Verafia’s severing of the light, but while the young girl’s initial flame ignited life, containing infinite vitality and creation, the blazing flame that descended upon the light now contained the purest destruction.
“It’s you, it’s you—”
Moun’s eyes widened. He saw the crimson he had witnessed in the Temple of Light several years ago. However, compared to back then, Moun’s face was filled with fear:
“Flame Goddess, no, Your Majesty God King. You are the master of flames, and you have come to eliminate Verafia, haven’t you? I can help you! That’s right, you are the God King, I can help you return to the age of gods—no!!”
Without heeding the flattering and pleading words of the Pope of Light, the scorching crimson fire burned, the Sword of Valerius ignited the immortal fire of destruction, and without pause, it slashed down at the unyielding and resisting world of light!
Moun let out a scream, and the destructive flames instantly burned him to ashes. The brilliant holy light shattered like glass, falling like meteors.
Verafia slowly raised her head. Like a scroll painting, the gorgeous red flames burned wantonly against the light, blooming like vibrant crimson roses, perfectly presented in her eyes.
The burning light kept falling like starlight. Suddenly, a streak of light struggled free, forcefully breaking free from the incineration of flames and rushing westward.
Verafia’s eyelashes moved, and then she calmed down.
She knew that this was still a wisp of Moun’s consciousness that had forcefully broken free. However, Moun’s origin of light, which he relied on for everything, had been burned by the fierce red flames, his soul had almost completely burned out, and even carried a faint scarlet flame of starlight.
Relying only on his remaining human physical body, coupled with a wisp of spirit that could only be called broken, was nothing to fear for Verafia.
Compared to Moun…
Verafia gently raised her head and looked at the girl in the red dress who appeared in her eyes. Her slender fingertips held the sword hilt, but the slightly trembling sword edge revealed that her heart was not calm.
“Veer!”
Ophi, who had transformed into a dragon and was fighting against the magic battleship, shouted loudly. She flapped her dragon wings, and a thin layer of white frost covered the ground, and she transformed into the appearance of a dragon girl, appearing beside Verafia.
Just as Ophi was about to say something, she saw Verafia’s gaze, twisted her little head, saw the arriving person, and couldn’t help but be stunned. Her large frost-blue eyes widened:
“Eh, it’s you…”
The footsteps of the woman within her gaze landed, burning crimson flames painting a scroll behind her.
The girl held the Levatin sword, scorched by scarlet flames, in her slender hand. Her scarlet hair cascaded down magnificently. She saw the dragon girl, whose mouth was wide open in surprise, and smiled slightly:
“Miss Ophi, long time no see.”
After speaking, she turned her head again and looked at the blonde girl who was also tightly grasping the Mistsitting sword, her beautiful golden eyes filled with vigilance, and softly uttered:
“Veer.”
