I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Chapter 85 City of Blood (Part 2)
As Claude was pushed back by the momentary blood light, Verafia, with her small, jade-white hands clutching the large prism crystal, raised her face and shouted.
“Ariel, blood!”
“…I know.”
The Blood Race girl cut her wrist with the sword she had drawn. A trace of crimson blood overflowed between her snow-white skin and was absorbed into the scarlet glow in mid-air.
“Hey… That’s more like it!”
A smile played on Verafia’s small face, and she called out crisply. Her slender, jade-like fingertips gently touched the blood crystal in her hand and she hurled it forcefully at the stone slab behind Claude.
The key, obtained from Verodia and used to open the treasure of the legendary Grand Duke of Vampires, shattered the moment it hit the stone slab, and instantly, broken crystal shards were stained with the scattered scarlet blood.
Claude’s pupils widened abruptly. Before he could cry out, the markings on the ancient stone slab, drawn with faded paint, suddenly lit up, and the Magic Sigils carved beneath them lit up layer by layer.
Charle raised her eyes to gaze at the beautiful girl in the deep red glow. The metal Star Chart hanging from her waist sash beneath her robe trembled slightly, the embedded sapphire gem flashing with light. A faint smile appeared on her face, hidden beneath her cloak.
“The ‘connection’ is revealed, and… it is indeed connected to that past thing. The formation below is also what allows it to intersect with the present world.”
Not just her, but anyone in the vicinity could feel an obvious, unusual “ripple” transmitting through the air, like the long waves reflected from a ship adrift at sea onto the land. Claude suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with ecstasy.
Scarlet light dripped between the golden-red patterns, and within the magnificent light, a “door” of reality and unreality was refracted.
A huge ancient city gate, its metal and hardwood leaves melted and corroded, its stone edges worn away by time, yet the ancient and glorious aura emanating from it was enough to confirm its identity.
The sky was clear at this moment, but under the starlight, the calm, mirror-like surface of the long river reflected a formidable corner of an ancient city in the illusory world.
“Igt, quickly!”
Verafia’s voice suddenly called out. She grabbed the boy beside her and pressed her small, white hand forcefully against the half-wall of the door formed by the light in front of her. Her slender figure was instantly sucked in.
Ariel landed just as quickly. At this moment, Claude, having summoned the passage to the “City of Blood,” had no way to suppress his murderous intent!
Claude had only just recovered from the momentary impact of his elevated aura and the subsequent ecstasy.
However, before he could take any action, Charle, who had already approached Verafia, suddenly pressed the Star Chart in her hand, and at the same time, a cluster of exquisite blue lines around her wrist lit up.
“Star light, return!”
“Pierce the end of the world, Skuld’s fate line lock, imprison this moment!”
From her as the origin, the dazzling starlight that erupted forcibly pushed back the surrounding Bloodwind Blade and Claude. The shining starlight rippled like water waves, and then solidified into a high wall, entwined with exquisite and gorgeous chains.
In an instant, the sky beneath the magnificent starlight was divided into two worlds.
“Ash, this ‘door’ that communicates with the City of Blood can only solidify for ten seconds at most, hurry!”
Charle shouted. Her body was stained with blood light that materialized from the void and solidified to its extreme, and it was constantly impacted by the brilliant starlight.
Claude roared in anger, releasing a world-shattering blood light, but it only hit the crystal wall, shattering into dispersed light.
Charle stood at the origin where starlight and water waves converged, her clear and beautiful face like a divine star descended. The violent impacts were dispersed into light ripples before they hit her, only lightly caressing her blue-silver hair like a gentle breeze.
Suddenly, the girl’s cold and beautiful face changed.
Within a few seconds, amidst the violently bursting blood light, a dark glow suddenly lit up, causing the exquisite and gorgeous chains to break one by one.
Charle turned her head to see that the last of Elishia’s figures had also been swallowed and disappeared. Gritting her teeth, she rushed in directly.
The high wall of stars collapsed with a boom. As Claude unleashed his full speed, he shouted loudly, “Catch up to them!”
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The connection between the real world and the void was completed in an instant compared to the previous spatial teleportation. In Igt’s perception, it was just a blink of an eye.
“…It hurts.”
Intense pain shot from his body to his mind. Igt slammed heavily onto the ground, the pain almost making him squeeze out tears. He endured it and let out a muffled cry.
Verafia reopened the pair of gorgeous Phoenix Fire Wings behind her and slowly retracted them after landing. The girl extended her slender fingers and scratched her hair, turning her curious big eyes to look around.
“Is this Oran’s City of Blood?”
Hearing the girl’s voice, Igt, with a pained grimace, endured the pain and stood up. He found that the surrounding scene was roughly a street in a market, but it was quite ancient in style, and bright sunlight streamed down through the gaps in the buildings.
“Vampire… A vampire city looks like this? It doesn’t seem to be any different from a city in the Kingdom.”
Igt suddenly realized that the Blood Race girl was also accompanying them, and quickly changed his speech. He dared not be as unrestrained as his young lady, even though Miss Ariel seemed to have a good temper.
“Moreover, I heard that some low-level vampires fear sunlight, and most high-level vampire nobles also dislike it. With such strong sunlight, even without magical interference, there are no sunshade facilities?”
Igt’s peripheral vision noticed the Blood Race girl beside him, who seemed to be in a daze and lost in thought.
“Miss Ariel?”
“I don’t know…”
The Blood Race girl’s silky, soft, and beautiful silver hair slid down her shoulders, reflecting silver light. She hesitated and shook her head, her slender lips emitting a soft sound.
“This place feels somewhat familiar to Ranteja, but it’s different… Let me think.”
“Ranteja?”
Igt heard this unfamiliar term.
“That’s the former name of this City of Blood in Oran.”
Igt turned towards the crisp girl’s voice, and a hint of surprise appeared in Ariel’s crimson pupils.
The girl with golden hair raised her snow-white face. Her porcelain-white face, like an artwork, was smug, with an expression of “you have no knowledge at all.” She clapped her small, white hands and said.
“Of course, it’s normal for this little vampire not to know. In my opinion, she hasn’t lived more than ten years since her birth, and even Ranteja, whom she saw with her own eyes, was destroyed under Lancaster’s Sacred Sword. Let alone Ranteja from over a hundred years ago.”
“Your Ladyship, you mean? Could it be that a hundred years ago…”
Igt was startled by Verafia’s words and said.
“What you call the ‘Blood Duke’ has only just over a hundred years of history. Ranteja back then would naturally look like this.”
Verafia said matter-of-factly.