Chapter 65 Shadow of the Past
“What did you say?”
Verafia suddenly raised her head. Regardless of whether she would agree to Herafir, Verafia felt a sense of farewell in Herafir’s calm and gentle tone, as if she were entrusting something to her.
Herafir was the deity of the Blazing Flame, the King of Gods who wielded the Sword of Destruction. Was there anything she couldn’t solve that she needed to entrust to herself?
“I’m merely asking Vera, and Vera will know. However, since Vera is my sister, please let me assume that Vera will agree.”
Herafir smiled gently, gazing at Verafia, who raised her pure white little face with wide golden eyes looking at her. The slender, bamboo-shoot-like fingertips moved, as if wanting to reach out and stroke her soft golden hair.
However, such a movement stalled in mid-air. She waved her hand and bid the girl farewell.
“Alright, it’s time to say goodbye. Vera, actually, at the end, I’m very happy to hear you willing to call me sister…”
“Wait—”
Hearing the girl repeat her words, Verafia’s golden eyes trembled. She called out, extending her palm as if to grab her.
Suddenly, the crimson law of the Blazing Flame ignited in the flowing space, blocking her jade-carved slender fingertips. Verafia’s movements had to pause. She gritted her teeth, pulled out the Divine Sword of Life condensed by the law, and the sword light slashed, instantly blooming with magnificent life upon the blazing scarlet flame!
However, beyond the radiance of life, the purest flame still burned fiercely, like a radiant red rose, lingering around Herafir’s side. Before the Divine Sword of Life could land, the Flame Goddess’s stunningly beautiful and magnificent figure was already enveloped by the light of the raging fire, transforming into the purest flame element.
“Vera, I apologize to you. The identity of the Flame Goddess should not have been taken from you by me.”
The Divine Sword slashed down, only touching a few residual flames. Warm air touched Verafia’s face, lifting a few strands of silk-like golden hair.
The young girl slightly widened her golden eyes. The Flame Goddess’s last remaining voice was like the gentle flutter of butterfly wings, as soft as always, with a lingering trace of apology.
Igter rushed to Verafia’s side. “Vera, Herafir she…”
“She’s blocking me.”
Her slender eyelashes trembled slightly on her magnificent golden eyes. Verafia slowly raised her head, her slender hand gripping the Long Sword condensed with divine radiance. She was the Goddess of Life, yet she was blocked within arm’s reach. The one blocking her was the authority of “Blazing Flame” that Herafir now held.
However, such actions from the other party only made her feel more uneasy.
“Vera big sister…”
Siya also ran over in a hurry. She also sensed the dissipating flame law and looked at Verafia with her slightly raised little head. Although she didn’t understand much, she could guess many things from Verafia’s expression, so she quickly said:
“Vera big sister, hurry and chase her! Here, I’ll handle the cult followers.”
Ophi and Anliege, who had come along, also expressed the same sentiment.
“Mm.”
Hearing the words of the few girls, Verafia nodded. She didn’t think too much. Lifting her jade hand, the slender blade of emerald radiance easily tore through the space law.
She was also a deity. What Herafir could do, she naturally could too. The only problem was that Herafir’s whereabouts were not in the real world, but in a temporary dimension carved out of the void, superimposed upon the world.
For Verafia, finding her would not be a matter of a moment. The young girl turned her head to look at Igter beside her.
“Young Lady, I’ll go with you.”
Igter held the girl’s soft, slender, and smooth little hand.
He understood what the girl meant. Previously, Verafia had been given the mark of the flame law, which was a symbol of the chosen of the Blazing Flame. Even though Herafir was now the Flame Goddess, nothing would change.
Verafia nodded. The Divine Power of Life surrounded her, and she led Igter into the void.
Using the boy’s flame mark, Verafia searched for the traces of the Flame Goddess. Suddenly, she drew her long sword, and the dazzling divine radiance slashed down again. Through the cracked gaps of space law, a grayish light overflowed.
At the same time, Igter also heard the sound of war drums, like the shouts of thousands of people, accompanied by the roar of spells and the clash of swords, and the dense scent of blood contaminated with impurity.
“Is this a battlefield?” Igter asked in confusion.
“Actually, this space, projected into the real world, is not too far from the Bright Holy City where we are. It’s about two to three hundred kilometers away.”
The girl’s voice sounded in his ears. Although it was solemn, showing a hint of anxious emotions, it was still as pleasant as a songbird’s warble. Verafia pulled his hand and led Igter into the void rift that the Divine Sword of Life had cut open.
“As for the battlefield… it belongs to the Abyss Cult. I guess they were going to rescue Moon and were stopped by Herafir here. The transcendent laws together shaped this temporary dimension.”
Igter looked up, and dust and sand billowed towards him, carrying the scent of war and death. Even though the divine radiance surrounding Verafia’s delicate body lit up to block the incoming bloody wind and rain, Igter still closed his eyes, feeling the dense scent of blood.
“On one side are the Abyss Cult, and their enemies are the Orcs? And those…”
With the help of Verafia’s divine power, Igter observed the entire battlefield without obstruction. The military strength of the Abyss Cult could be described as terrifying. Countless powerful individuals, and the aura of at least three Original Sin Envoys, shook the battlefield precariously.
On the other side were the Orcs, who had not appeared in the center of the world for decades, with their fangs, green skin, and roaring bellows, as ferocious as wild beasts.
A hundred years ago, after the Demon King was defeated, the Orc Royal Court, allied with the Demon Race, was driven out of the Twin Rivers Green Land by “Mage” Fatter, one of the Seven Heroes who fought against the Demon King. They retreated to the desolate and barren Flying Sand Wasteland, isolated from the world, as if completely vanished from history.
Except for the Orc slaves he had seen in the past when he was the eldest son of a Marquis, who were raised and enslaved, or served as gladiators for the entertainment of nobles, or worked as laborers day and night mining ore, such bright red, savage, and frenzied Orc warriors were actually the first time Igter had seen them.
However, the surprise he felt at seeing the Orc army fiercely fighting the Abyss Cult was far less than the shock he felt upon seeing the figures behind them.
Majestic and great wills stood in the sky above. Thunder, storms, shadows, tsunamis, suffering, plague, war, forging, wealth, harvest… These were the superior beings who, in ancient times, had wielded the will of the world and shaped the authority of the world.
“They are Gods.” Verafia gently tugged on her long sword, her gaze complex, and uttered a slight sound.
The former deities reawakened. Their magnificent and awe-inspiring thoughts, their wills awakened from ancient times, were filled with history and vicissitudes, presenting themselves before her like vast worlds.
Beyond the war between the Orcs and the Abyss Cult, the former deities also displayed their ancient wills, facing the reflection of the entire Abyss!
