I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 171

Chapter 171
“What is going on!”
All the colors around seemed to fade like flowing liquid, and Ig’s pupils suddenly shrank. Opposite him, the White Armored Swordsman, who had just made a hoarse sound, returned to silence. The entire person, like folded paper, drew across as the space folded.
The whole world also seemed like a folded scroll… The azure sky, the tall buildings and streets, the knights who stood drawing their swords, and even the ground damaged by Claude’s attack and the residual burnt blood, were all rapidly losing their original forms, leaving only a dead, dark red.
It was like a giant curtain covering a delicate gilded silk cage. Suddenly, the air swayed and blurred again. The distorted wind seemed to stir the space, and then reduced all tangible things to nothingness… even Elishia and the others were submerged.
Ig turned his head.
The golden-haired girl was still standing beside him. She lowered her small face, and her delicate, silken hair seemed to flutter slightly. Ig felt a little relieved, then hesitated for a moment, trying to speak.
“Miss Verafia?”
The girl raised her cheeks, her scorching golden eyes looking at him. Ig’s expression froze. The girl’s brilliant golden eyes were like a tranquil, burning, gorgeous golden flame, but they were not as cheerful and bright as before… instead, they were just “tranquil.”
That absolute silence, as if all obsessions and desires had subsided at this moment… a moment of subsidence, leaving only the magnificent scorching gold color, but it further emphasized pure dignity.
“Ig, you’re looking for me?”
The girl’s clear and delicate voice brought Ig back to his senses. For some reason, Ig felt that Miss Phoenix in front of him was even stranger than the way she had suddenly become irritable just now.
Ig shook his head and still asked Verafia, “Young Lady… the swordsman just now seemed to have seen my End, and then how did he become like this? Could it be an illusion?”
Ig’s gaze swept around. Whether it was the ground, the air, or the sky, everything was a gloomy dark red, with unstable spatial distortions… and from time to time, streaks of light flashed across the sky, as if making patches of space float.
“Illusion… Hmph, I told you, everything you see is actually happening.”
Verafia shook her small head. She extended her fingertips and grabbed a strand of hair, raising her youthful, pale face. Her pair of golden eyes seemed to reflect an endless deep red.
The girl gently blinked her long eyelashes on her big eyes.
“Of course, the current one, you can consider it his ‘dream’.”
“Are ‘reality’ and ‘dream’ synonymous?”
Ig was even more confused. But before he could ask another question, the girl raised her pretty head and walked forward, her pure white boots stepping on the ground.
Ig had no choice but to follow the girl’s figure.
Strangely enough, Ig had not taken a few steps with his Young Lady before Elishia and the others, who had been swallowed by the dark red color, reappeared before him.
Not only the golden-haired girl, but also Charle beside her, the Ice Dragon Girl Ophi, Dofiraia who had always remained silent, and even Ariel, who was of the Blood Race, all appeared within Ig’s line of sight.
Verafia raised her scorching golden eyes and looked around quietly. In the golden light of her eyes, faint, subtle, flowing, but unstable, flickering rays of light were reflected.
“Ig, you’re here too?” Elishia’s voice came. The girl raised her face, which also had a hint of surprise.
As an attendant, Ig first looked to Verafia for confirmation.
However, this Miss Phoenix did not pay him any attention at all. As if she had lost interest, she simply hugged her arms and gazed quietly by herself.
Ig got a headache. He really couldn’t understand who had provoked his Young Lady. Ig had no choice but to respond to Elishia, who was looking at him.
“Miss Elishia, you’re all here too, were you together all along?”
The golden-haired girl shook her head.
“No. But, according to everyone, no matter which direction they walked, or even if they took just one step, the next moment they looked up, they would see this place. Ig, to be honest, we didn’t intentionally stop before seeing you.”
According to her, was this place fixed… and no matter what method they used, the next place they arrived would always be here?
Ig roughly guessed that it was related to concepts like “time,” “space,” “dimensions,” and “constancy,” but he couldn’t figure out the reason. He subconsciously looked up to ask his Young Lady for clarification.
However, the girl still looked sideways, leaving only her profile to Ig.
“Miss Aixi, you mean, this is…?”
Elishia shook her head. The girl’s waist-length golden hair was as soft as silk, and its delicate luster faintly reflected the scattered dusk light falling from the dim sky.
“I don’t know. But according to Charle’s guess, perhaps, this is the true City of Blood.”
“The true City of Blood? Then what about Ranteja where we were before…”
Before Ig could finish his sentence, suddenly, in the sky, a light of a completely different color flickered, brightening the desolate and broken dark red ground.
Ig quickly waved his hand to block it.
“This is…”
Elishia’s slightly solemn voice sounded in his ear. Ig opened his eyes, his vision still swaying after being hit by the strong light. It took a few seconds before he could readjust.
But soon, Ig was equally shocked by what he saw.
The surroundings were all dark ground, or stains of bright, dark red blood, with countless corpses of soldiers dressed in Kingdom army uniforms, most of whom had been reduced to white bones by corrosion.
And lying under their swords were Blood Race members with incredibly powerful auras.
It was as if thunder roared in his ears, followed by harsh noise.
Ig did not move, but he felt the environment around him shift out of nowhere: a desolate, frost-covered land stained with blood, a dim jungle, and then an ancient, worn, yet revealing ancient and majestic frost-white bone decorations, a pitch-black castle.
Ig suddenly held his breath, his eyes wide open, revealing an incredulous gaze.
A sword light slashed through, and the brilliant Starflow Sword Qi destroyed the huge black wings that almost covered the sky, raining down black blood that burned on the ground, but was instantly destroyed by this peerless sword light.
In the magnificent radiance, a youth in white armor held a long sword and stabbed it straight into the chest of the ancient dark shadow.
“This sword move, and he, is, is…”
Ig wanted to turn his head to look at Verafia, but he couldn’t take his eyes away.
“That sword just now was indeed the Starflow Sword Qi Slash I taught you.”
Verafia seemed unaffected by the strange spatial restrictions. She slightly shifted her lotus steps and walked up to Ig, raising her small face and speaking softly.
The girl’s scorching golden eyes looked at the tall swordsman’s figure. In this space, no one noticed her, so Verafia’s eyes revealed memories, sadness, and hatred without any concealment.
However, the colors in the girl’s thoughts only indulged for a moment before being withdrawn.
Verafia crossed her small hands in front of her chest, her scorching golden eyes lit up again. She tilted her youthful little face and made a guess.
“But this person… although he’s still a bit far from the one I saw, the sword in his hand is indeed your current ‘End’. Hmm, I estimate, he must be Lothel from a long time ago!”