Chapter 158, Chapter 76: Dance of the Phoenix (Part 1)
“Young Lady, are you alright?”
Verafia, who had just endured the magical impact released by her staff, was knocked back several steps. Igte quickly extended his arm and caught her in his embrace.
“Mm, I’m fine.”
The girl weakly lifted her head. Her beautiful, soft hair was soaked and stuck to her tender skin. She tightly gripped her slightly trembling wrist, and a brilliant crimson light instantly lit up on her staff. Blocking the Blood Archer’s attack, the blood-colored arrows shattered and bloomed in mid-air, then were burned away by flames.
Verafia panted slightly. She laboriously raised her eyes, and her delicate body suddenly slipped, but Igte quickly supported her.
In just over ten minutes of travel, Verafia had not only to face the attacks of two Crystal Rank experts behind her but also to spare some attention to clear out enemies that Igte couldn’t handle. The intense combat had consumed an astonishing amount of the young girl’s magic power.
Even, in Igte’s estimation, such a level of expenditure would be unbearable even for a Crystal Rank expert.
“Young Lady?”
“Hoo… these guys are really troublesome!”
Verafia stood steady, leaning on Igte’s arm. Just as she caught her breath, she saw her own magic power rapidly draining under the Blood Sword Swordsman’s attack. Annoyed, she bit her small canine tooth and flicked her staff, pulling the young man beside her to take a side path and hide behind a building wall.
In an instant, sword energy, carrying a strong bloody aura, slashed through the night sky. The lingering shockwaves affected many who didn’t manage to dodge in time.
Verafia turned her golden eyes. “Igte, what exactly does this Bloodwind Blade want? He’s even unleashed the Orcs. Honestly, if it weren’t for these pesky obstacles, this young lady would have shaken off those two bad guys long ago!”
“Young Lady, I suspect… they are only trying to create chaos. Only in this way can Bloodwind Blade have a chance to approach Oran’s legacy. Aside from the Blood Corpse, Rubiel is full of endless Orcs, and they are the best choice for causing destruction.”
The fierce sound of sword energy, as if it could cleave metal, still echoed in his ears. Igte also panted, adjusted his slightly aching palm, pressed his hand on End, and raised his pupils to look. In this narrow alley, many Orcs were tearing apart panicked humans.
Along the way, Igte had seen Orcs driven not just by hatred, but by utter madness. Beyond their ** and ferocity, there was no trace of rationality.
By his own count, over a hundred humans had been dismembered and ** by Orcs. Whether commoners or nobles… even, five minutes ago, Igte had seen the Purple-Haired Girl Laice, who had argued with Verafia over a bracelet days before, being violated. The male companion beside her was long gone, whether eaten by Orcs or having fled, and the arrogant pride on her face had long since vanished in fear and pain.
However, Igte was also hastily fleeing with his Young Lady and had no spare capacity to help.
“Mage, you can’t escape! Stay put obediently!”
Before Verafia could drag him a few steps further, a roar sounded, and the Blood Sword Swordsman and Archer appeared before their vision, parted by the wall, reeking of thick blood!
“Damn bloodsuckers, more annoying than mosquitoes!”
Verafia gripped her staff and raised it. On her jade-like, luminous fair slender wrist, a crystal, bound by a delicate silver chain, emanated a gentle moonlight, touching the girl’s fair skin, making her appear serene and beautiful for an instant.
But Igte had no leisure to admire this momentary beauty. He raised his sword to block a wolf-headed Orc descending from the rooftop. A deafening magical roar exploded in his ears as the flame elements in the air poured in like a downpour and then swept through.
The burning flames also spread to the Orc attacking Igte, turning it into charcoal ashes amidst its screams. Verafia’s small chest beneath her skirt heaved violently. Before she could catch her breath, she raised her small face and shouted loudly.
“Regardless, surely Elishia wouldn’t deliberately mess things up, right? Igte, ignore these matters, let’s hurry!”
Igte nodded strongly. Suddenly, a terrified voice echoed in the alley.
“Igte? Igte, come save me!”
Igte couldn’t help but slow his pace and looked to the side. This time, he clearly saw who was being suppressed by a Minotaur wielding an iron club. It was Victor, whom they had just chatted with for a while not long ago.
Before separating, Verafia had also given Victor three gold coins as an exam fee.
“Dark Blood Fierce Sword Slash!”
The moment Igte was stunned, the Blood Sword Swordsman’s angry shout rang out. The power previously unleashed by the girl, a storm formed by countless condensed flame elements, was pierced through by a dark red crescent sword arc, almost instantly slicing towards Igte.
“You idiot, Igte!”
Verafia cursed angrily. Igte’s momentary hesitation allowed the enemy to seize them.
After releasing the attack, she didn’t have time to gather energy for another spell. She had to force herself to stop her charging body, cross her staff, and shield Igte.
“Boom!”
The dark blood arc slash struck Verafia’s hastily created deflection shield. Blood light splashed out, engulfing the entire alley.
“Ahhh!”
Screams of humans and Orcs mixed together in the dark alley. Under the full force of the Crystal Rank Swordsman, even the scattered damage caused everyone except those protected by Igte to die in an instant!
The violent energy shockwave still turned the young girl’s face pale, and her delicate body almost sank.
She had no time to look at Victor, whose bones had corroded into white in the bloody energy. At the moment the sword fell from the Blood Sword Swordsman’s grasp, the Blood Archer, also Crystal Rank, named “Cain,” also drew his bowstring taut and fired an arrow.
“Bloodlight Pierce!”
Verafia had no choice but to grab her sword and block in front of her. The blood-colored, lightning-like arrow made her wrist tremble uncontrollably, and a muffled groan of pain escaped her gritted teeth.
At the same time, the Blood Sword Swordsman’s extremely fast speed had broken through the shattered, but not yet completely extinguished flames in mid-air, arriving before Verafia, who was barely able to withstand the Archer’s attack. He raised his sword high and swung it down forcefully!
Verafia barely managed to dodge as her blocking staff was cleaved off, falling to the ground with a “clang,” but she also retrieved her sword and blocked horizontally in front of her.
“Ugh…”
“Tsk, Miss Phoenix, you still care so much about a human?”
The Blood Sword Swordsman’s voice reached her. The fierce wind of blood, like sharp blades, stirred, blowing away her beautiful golden hair and revealing the young girl’s weak, seemingly unable to persist any longer, exquisite face.
The Blood Sword Swordsman looked down condescendingly at the completely exhausted young girl, a maniacal smile of fierce joy on his face, as if he could already see his own tainted bloodline defiling her flawless face in the next moment.
“However, you have no chance to escape! Miss Phoenix, rest assured, become our promotion material!”
