Chapter 66 Flames that Burn the World (Part 1)
Miss Verafia’s beautiful, flowing golden eyes gazed intently. She saw clearly that magnificent and vast wills were indeed the fallen gods of millennia of perished history. Even for her, who once possessed the Divine Spark of flames and was the Goddess of Blazing Flames, she could clearly distinguish the past identities of these deities and the names of their domains.
“Reflections of deities… but something seems off.”
The wills of deities unfolded across the boundless sky. Even though Ig had seen true gods and fought them countless times, and even traversed the infinite starry sky of extraterrestrial star gods, he could not help but be awestruck. However, he soon noticed that within the magnificent and vast wills akin to those of deities, there wasn’t the oppressive pressure brought by deities like Verafia or the Moon Goddess Lucia.
“After all, the era of the gods has long been buried. The ancient gods, even their worship, was almost severed in the war against the gods. Now, it is merely Herafir who awakens their reflections in the destroyed history.”
Verafia’s gaze shifted slightly, and a subtle voice sounded from her delicate lips.
The domains of these ancient gods had long since melted away, their divine power dissipated. Without the worship of mortals to sustain their wills, they could not even be called gods now. As Verafia said, they were merely reflections of their former glory.
Verafia’s pure white little hand lightly clenched around the lingering Sword of Life.
For her, this was not the first time witnessing the return of the gods. Long ago, after becoming the Goddess of Life and glimpsing Herafir’s “Twilight,” she had once again seen the reflections of the last rays of the Mythic Era in the destructive flames that burned the world.
However, the gods who appeared before her, awakened by Herafir, were actually blocking the reinforcements from the Abyss for her, hundreds of miles outside the Holy City?
Recalling Herafir’s last few words, Verafia couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency. Her slender white hand gripped the sword hilt tightly, and a surge of life’s radiance erupted. The long sword descended, casting boundless light ripples that reflected emerald vitality, slicing through the entire battlefield.
Filthy demonic energy and a thick,腥 scent rushed towards her. She pulled Ig as they landed on the ground. Her golden pupils slightly lifted, and she swung her slender sword, unleashing vibrant life that cut through the shadows of the Abyss. Within the cult, numerous Abyssal Judges, enshrouded in dense divine radiance, instantly withered away in the boundless life force!
The Orc warriors were astonished. Amidst the resounding drums, roars and shouts echoed. Suddenly, a loud lion’s roar reverberated. Verafia’s golden eyes lifted, and a golden, mighty lion appeared before her. A white-haired young general followed. He transformed, and within his majestic and imposing aura, a handsome, golden-haired noble youth appeared.
“William, is that you?”
Verafia frowned upon seeing the noble youth who appeared before her.
The youth before her was certainly not a stranger. William, the descendant of the “Lionheart King,” had been an ally to her in Lichern. It was with William’s help that she had drawn her sword against Lancaster with little resistance.
Even after escaping Lichern, it was William who provided the merchant ships of the Langeryat Republic, bringing them to the frozen Aer Continent in the north.
Of course, whether it was his days as a youth studying in Lichern, his identity as a descendant of the “Lionheart King,” or his infiltration into the Agrand Republic, these were all means to conceal William’s true identity. He was the “Golden Lion” of the Orcs, the leader of the Royal Court.
The white-haired youth beside him was also not unfamiliar to Verafia. It was Siegfried, who had once guarded William and clashed with Ig. Now, he had inherited the title of White Wolf Marquis and followed with his sword.
Her gorgeous golden eyes swept across the scene. Just seeing this familiar person appear before her, Verafia had already guessed most of it. Her delicate brows furrowed even deeper as she asked:
“You, and the Orc Royal Court appearing here, is it Herafir’s command? William, have you served her flames?”
“As expected, I couldn’t hide it from you, Miss Verafia.”
William gave a wry smile. “The God of Blazing Flames is the deity who protects us. However, that God King, as I imagined, is slightly different… Goddess Princess, that is why you see me here.”
Ig’s brow twitched slightly. He could discern the implication in William’s words.
William was dedicated to reviving the exiled Orc Royal Court. Back in Lichern, taking advantage of Verafia’s conflict with Lancaster, William had rescued the imprisoned Orc prophet. His overtures to Verafia afterward might have included intentions of worshipping her as a deity.
Of course, after Herafir’s awakening, William immediately chose to attempt an alliance with the new Goddess of Blazing Flames.
After all, for the Orcs, decades of exile had filled them with rage, and they yearned for revenge and war!
With such conditions, regardless of the divine position, how could Verafia, who had abandoned hatred and become more like a delicate girl, compare to the King of Gods from the era of deities, Herafir, who was destined to ignite the twilight with the destructive flames of the old era?
However, William had also not expected that the deity they chose would not lead them to declare war on the world, but instead stand before the Abyss’s legions. This was the reason for William’s wry smile and helplessness.
“Then, Herafir… Sister, the promise she asked me to fulfill, was to protect you all?”
Verafia understood the reason. Her fingers tightened, and a hint of urgency appeared in her gorgeous golden eyes. “Then what about Herafir!”
Before William could reply, a blinding radiance erupted. Even Verafia, startled, turned her head. The dazzling light forced her to close her long eyelashes.
“This is the release of the Law of Light, and it belongs to Moon.”
Ig quickly raised his head, his True Eye focused on the blinding radiance.
Herafir’s Sword of Destruction had completely annihilated Moon’s fused light, but a negligible strand had escaped. What appeared in her eyes was undoubtedly a strand of light stolen by Moon.
“But, this is the battlefield of ancient deities and the Abyss. Moon, even if he escaped, should be hiding and remolding his physical body. Why has he come here? Is there still other power manipulating him?”
“Shadow of the Abyss.”
Verafia suddenly spoke. She realized that Iris’s alliance with Moon was not as Moon had thought – combining the powers of the Abyss and Light, defeating her, and then fighting for their mutual hatred… From the beginning, Iris had wanted Moon himself.
—Or rather, the light usurped by Moon.
And when “Douglas,” as an Abyss Envoy and a Shadow of the Abyss, blocked Verafia’s eternal sword light, blown by the flames of life, and scattered into oblivion, he had already sown the shadow of the Abyss into Moon’s light!
“As for that Shadow of the Abyss, on the surface, it is ‘Douglas’ as the original sin, deceiving even Moon, but in reality…”
Verafia recalled the fierce sword intent that had confronted her in the world of light. “The Shadow of the Abyss, a shadow cast by the Abyss, is the ‘Swordsman’ Geon.”
Within the erupting, dazzling holy light, entwined by endless dark shadows, a fierce sword qi arose. The shadow of the Abyss devoured the light, and the silhouette of a standing swordsman fell into Verafia’s sight.
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(Forcefully rounding off the plot)
