Chapter 249: Within Arm’s Reach
Ig thought about Verafia’s words with great concern, wondering what role he was playing. But when everything truly happened, he realized he had no leisure to ponder.
High in the sky, the death aura overflowing from the abyss rift, like a storm, continuously ravaged the magic ship that had already lost control.
Under such an attack, Edgeworth’s ship was already in ruins. Even the floor made of expensive metal had become as fragile as rotten wood, cracking with a single claw from the corpse attacking from behind Ig.
However, the out-of-control magic ship was still ascending. Ig retreated to the railing, supporting himself with his right hand. He glanced around, and from the ground, it seemed he was almost a hundred meters high.
Cold sweat broke out in Ig’s palm. At this height… even if he wasn’t bitten to death by these corpses, if the ship shattered, he would definitely be smashed to death.
“Mmm, this young lady is busy! Ig, hold your sword tight!”
The girl’s urgent voice came from the other side. Ig felt his wrist burn as the imprinted flame lit up. The End in his hand instantly ignited with golden flames, and the stimulated “Phoenix Feather Heavenly Flame Sword” slashed out, scattering brilliant golden phoenix light flames and burning the corpses around Ig to ashes.
The hot and bright flame power in his body instantly flowed away. Ig raised his eyes. On the other side, waves of exploding fire magic ravaged the floor and melted steel, but they couldn’t stop the successive powerful undead. Instead, they attracted more corpses to attack the girl.
Ophi, Fran, and the other young girls also held weapons, fighting against the remaining mages and dozens of powerful corpses.
Ig knew that with his strength, he had no right to worry about this Miss Phoenix, yet he couldn’t help but feel anxious. He looked up, and the magical aura of Edgeworth, who was in the center, was also running out.
“If this necromancer can control a Saint-level corpse and turn it into an undead, even that little phoenix wouldn’t be useful… No, I’m afraid before that, this broken ship would be completely shattered by the death power summoned by the necromancer!”
Ig thought, and suddenly, a massive magic explosion sounded, repelling the corpses in front of the mage. However, her delicate body was thrown back by the rebound force.
“Miss Bra, be careful!”
Ig subconsciously threw himself out, leaping to the edge of the deck, prostrating himself on the ground and tightly grasping the girl’s hand. His wrist was cut by the cracked deck, causing blood to flow, and he gritted his teeth in pain.
But Ig had no time to care about his own pain.
Bra’s face gradually appeared in Ig’s eyes. Unlike her past lively face that was always full of bright smiles, Bra’s face was as pale as a thin piece of white paper, devoid of life, with tear marks under her eyes. Bra’s lips trembled slightly.
“Ig, you… you let go of me… Uncle Ron, and everyone… woo woo…”
Only then did Ig realize that the corpses that Bra had just injured were all members of the Lions of Pursuit. Among them were several adventurers with whom Ig had had pleasant conversations.
“Miss Bra, but no matter what, Mr. Ron must have wanted you to live.”
Ig’s blood dripped from his wrist. Although he didn’t know how it was possible to survive in this situation, he still endured the pain and shouted loudly.
Behind him, the heavy footsteps of corpses and undead skeletons sounded. Ig saw Bra, who was slowly raising her eyes, gritting her teeth, grabbing the End next to her with her left hand, and preparing to pull the girl up to deal with the enemies surging behind them.
“In short, Miss Bra, hold on to me tightly…”
“Boom!”
The magic ship was torn apart by a powerful force and split into two in mid-air.
Ig felt the slender little hand he was tightly holding loosen. The sound of death wind in his ears became even harsher and sharper. Ig endured the contrast of gravity inversion and forcefully grabbed with his palm, but in his eyes, the girl’s pale face seemed to fade away like a dim painting.
But Ig couldn’t make a sound. The roaring sound of huge wings beating echoed in his ears.
——
The death wind, like a giant blade, cut off the ship.
“Ugh!”
The little boots of the wood elf, who had just repelled a skeleton with her short sword, slipped, and she exclaimed, her slender delicate body sliding down directly.
“Coo coo!”
The fire pigeon perched on Ein’s head cried out in fear, desperately stretching its wings and struggling in the storm.
Suddenly, a stream of golden-red fire light flashed. Verafia opened her Phoenix Fire Wings, and without regard for whether she would hurt the fire pigeon, she grabbed the struggling fire pigeon with her delicate jade-like hand.
The fierce wind seemed to try to blow out the flames on the fire wings. Verafia frowned, her golden eyes swept across. Far away from her, Ophi, who had transformed into an ice dragon, was also rapidly plummeting, trying to catch Ig below.
“Boom!”
A powerful magic blast hit the dragon’s graceful body. The frost dragon let out a mournful cry, and frost-blue dragon blood splattered from the wound, quickly freezing in mid-air and falling to the side.
But soon, once a slender blood-red light flashed, Fran, biting her silver teeth, opened her bat wings, which flowed with blood aura, and forcefully grabbed the falling Ig.
“This guy… Little Fran is here anyway. So, I don’t have to worry for now.”
Verafia murmured softly, her scorching gold eyes lowered. She looked at the fire pigeon in her small hand, which was still cooing and struggling. With a shake of her gorgeous Phoenix Feather Fire Wings, she transformed into a dazzling stream of light and passed through the storm of death.
The death aura that existed in the violent wind, containing the authority of the former Black-winged Monarch, was enough to corrode a first-tier star into bone, but in an instant, it was burned away as it approached Verafia.
However, Verafia could clearly feel that the space had become completely solidified in the raging gale around her.
The maiden’s burning gold phoenix wings moved, and the flames ignited burned away the spreading undead curse around her. Then, holding the cooing fire pigeon, her slender feet lightly touched the ground.
A hoarse voice echoed in the air.
“The closer you get, the more I can feel the nobility of your bloodline. Heh, as expected of the Fire Phoenix that only exists in legends, even the authority of “Death” cannot affect you in the slightest.”
Although it was praise, the maiden could not help but feel the obvious greed in it.
Verafia raised her golden eyes. The ground that was as pale as bone with frost ice had all vanished, revealing its dark black nature. And behind her, even the deep abyss rift in the earth, a hundred years after the Black-winged Monarch’s death, was accumulating terrifying and dense death aura, surging out continuously.
And in front of her, the black robe worn by the necromancer was agitated by the constantly surging Nether Ghost Fire. Under the dark hood, a pair of burning eyes fell on Verafia’s exquisite and beautiful delicate body.
