I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 182

Chapter 100
Talent, the legendary will of gods and the world, a gift for the chosen darlings who embark on the path of transcending the mundane. Often, it is determined from the moment a person is promoted to a profession, and even if “awakening” exists later on, it is merely the unlocking of already possessed potential.
Beyond that, there are only the peculiar encounters of lucky individuals.
“Phoenix Feather Heavenly Flame Sword—”
The fire pattern on his wrist was scorching hot. Golden patterns seemed to be extending, and Igret clearly perceived countless obscure yet flame-infused peculiar runic inscriptions falling… From within the flames, the gift of the phoenix girl condensed into brilliant golden phoenix feathers.
Even without attempting to wield it, Igret had no doubt about the power of this talent. Both in rank and might, it was undoubtedly at the apex of all offensive talents!
However, for something that in the past would have made him incredulously excited for days to actually happen to him, Igret had no mind to ponder it.
At the edge of his vision, that petite and slender beautiful figure was rapidly being engulfed.
The flames rapidly cooled and solidified. Igret gritted his teeth, and with his flame-infused arm, he pulled the blade of the End. In front of him, the vibrant red and brilliant gold flames tore open like a curtain.
“Miss Verafia!”
At the origin of everything, the girl in the flames blinked her big eyes at him, a faint smile playing on her lips, revealing her exquisite beauty with a gentle smile.
At that moment, the power of the flames that had supported the annihilation of matter and space was completely depleted, and the blood-colored torrent submerged them like a tsunami!
“Boom!”
The residual flames, in their last collision with Duke Oran’s sword strike, erupted with light that swept away everything. Even the young girls, whose actual distances had been enlarged a hundredfold and a thousandfold by the layers of space, had their eyes stung and could barely open them.
“Senior Elishia, your injury is severe, don’t move!”
Dofiraia, kneeling on the ground, dropped her staff and anxiously hugged Elishia, who was trying to struggle up in her embrace. The golden eyes of the “Golden Flower” trembled, reflecting the scene of golden flames burning with blood light.
The young girl Charle, injured by the backlash of the Sacred Sword, had strands of blue-silver hair fluttering on her cheek.
“This phoenix is so powerful, but she…” the Ice Dragon Girl couldn’t help but murmur. A trace of worry couldn’t help but show in her ice-crystal-like lustrous and beautiful eyes.
The raging blood light burned closer, and the space that had reformed after annihilation was fragile. The girl, ignited with brilliant and gorgeous flames, seemed to be engulfed, but behind her, the black-haired young man was unharmed.
Opposite him, Oran, holding his sword with one hand, was broken and injured. The blood light that originally contained endless energy could not even repair his damaged body.
Even the blood gleam flashing in his eyes was like dying flames, unable to sustain itself and about to be completely extinguished at any moment!
Igret did not notice him at first. Instead, he couldn’t help but touch the mark on his wrist that had once filled him with dread.
A beautiful flame flowing with golden brilliance still exuded warmth and intimacy… As if the beautiful girl he had resented many times but feared to speak to was still by his side.
“Miss Verafia wants me to defeat him. And Carlossti. The legendary hero, the Blood Wings.”
The black-haired young man raised his head and saw the sword master in black armor and blood-red pupils in the distance. The blood light on the Blood Duke’s broken body was still flashing, but as the original blood constructed by imitation, it was not true. His will seemed sluggish.
Igret suddenly pressed the hilt of the End forcefully. The residual golden flames rapidly gathered on the edge of the long sword. The sword of the legendary Sword Saint of former days was now being cleansed by that exquisite flame.
Igret felt a powerful strength surging within him, a strength he had never possessed before.
“Miss Verafia’s power is here too, and I can control it…”
“Hmm, what is he trying to do? Go challenge this swordsman alone?”
Compared to Elishia and Charle, Ophi, who had not suffered much damage, covered her lips with her little hand and blinked her eyes hard. Although her voice still sounded a bit weak, the surprise within it was evident.
“Hey, Elishia, what are you doing?”
Elishia’s palm gripped the sword that had fallen on the ground again: “Miss Verafia saved me. I can’t let her friend face Duke Oran alone.”
…
Radiance shone on his face. The black-haired young man held the End, and intimate, powerful strength flowed through his body.
Originally, Igret would have thought that his heart would be filled with immense indignation and sorrow, and he would rush towards Duke Oran with his sword, unleashing Verafia’s lingering flames, and stage a passionate and tragic story.
But now, he felt more of a sense of calm, perhaps even a bit of helplessness?
Igret held the sword in one hand and couldn’t help but ponder.
However, this seemed not because he secretly resented his arrogant little phoenix. Perhaps it was just that he felt such things were nothing to this phoenix lady, and this young lady didn’t seem like the type to stage a tragic drama. Her last expression showed no pretense.
“However, even if that’s the case, I still have to fulfill this young lady’s request. Defeating Duke Oran, is it for his inheritance…?”
Based on Verafia’s repeated mentions before, and Carlossti’s words, Igret thought. The young man’s eyes fell upon the legendary hero opposite him, who looked miserable in the reflection of the lingering blood and flames.
Even though the existence opposite him was an immortal being that surpassed legends, and he was merely a first-order Bronze trash.
But Duke Oran was clearly heavily injured by Verafia’s previous flames, and even the original blood awakened from the Bloodwind Blade had been almost depleted. Not only his consciousness but even his existence was problematic… let alone the fact that he not only still controlled some of Verafia’s residual power but also her gifted talent.
Moreover, judging from the little phoenix’s words, defeating this Blood Duke would not be difficult.
By all accounts, the advantage is mine!
Igret suddenly felt like he was back in the game.
The young man raised his head, took a step, and suddenly drew the End with his right hand. The scorching flames blazed intensely!
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The surroundings were all pitch black, and the concept of time did not exist. Even colors and sounds were in chaos. Suddenly, the young girl’s eyes gently opened, and a brilliant golden flame was born from the void.
The color of the flames quickly spread across the world devoid of light.
The girl’s red dress was aflame, adorning her flawless figure. Her luxurious golden, burning-gold eyes shone like stars in the firmament. Anyone who witnessed it would be involuntarily shocked, even terrified, by the girl’s noble and sublime demeanor.
A faint, cold voice appeared in the silent space like beautiful piano music.
“Envoy of the Abyss… you, come out.”