I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 254

Chapter 254
“No, this level of power is not something she can easily master… Flarn is clearly struggling, why is she pushing herself so hard?”
Ig’s voice, filled with uncertainty, carried a hint of anxiety. Just now, he had felt his blood surge, nearly being ripped out of him, a testament to Flarn’s struggling control over her power.
Behind the slender young girl, the scarlet blood-light became more concentrated and viscous, the massive blood scythe cleaving down attacking enemies. Contrasting the girl’s increasingly intense power was the fresh red blood flowing from her bitten lip and her constantly trembling slender arms.
“Flarn, no, you’ll get hurt!”
Ig released his arm supporting the Wood Elf beside him, gripped his sword, and charged forward. However, he was knocked to the ground by the ripples generated by the impact of the blood waves.
The blood-red torrent surrounding Flarn’s body was suddenly interrupted by an attack. The high-speed body in the air took a hit, causing her to let out a low groan.
“Damn it, this won’t do… I must… eliminate them.”
Flarn pushed herself up and dodged a cleaving attack. Her scarlet eyes looked at the blood-red giant scythe that was being parried and the corpses surging towards her. Her fangs suddenly bit down hard.
**Beside her delicate body, the flowing blood suddenly ignited with blood-colored flames, and the blood-light flowing on her dress and wings also burned, exuding a chilling aura like ice.
“Wait, Flarn!”
Ig shouted, pushing himself up from the ground and charging forward despite his mere Silver rank. Ain also seemed to sense something was wrong, and quickly grabbed her bow and arrow, drawing the bowstring taut.
The undead corpses instinctively feared the burning blood-red light around Flarn’s body, emitting anxious cries. However, many powerful undead still continued to attack the girl.
The blood on Flarn’s bitten lips seemed to have been drained, and her tender face instantly turned pale. Ignoring the corpses rushing into the magical storm, the scarlet blood-light around her small, delicate body completely evaporated in an instant.
With the sword burning with blood-fire, she swung it down with force. The gray sky seemed to split open, branded with ancient scarlet markings. Blurry reflections of a long river cascaded down.
“Blood Fall, ‘The Long River’.”
As the long river descended, the blood-light intertwined and glistened. As the flames crystallized like blood-crystal gems roared, immense blood waves surged. Within a hundred meters around the girl, countless undead corpses, numbering in the hundreds, were instantly destroyed and then consumed by the blood-fire!
“Flarn!”
Ig pushed through the blood waves and quickly caught the stumbling girl, holding her in his arms. He looked at her pale and weak face and anxiously called out, “Miss Flarn, are you alright!”
Flarn’s lips were devoid of any color. She struggled to widen her eyes and spoke, trying to stand up from Ig’s arms.
“Cough, it’s… nothing.”
Her dress, now devoid of flowing blood, revealed its tattered state mournfully. Even her originally small and exquisite bat wings had withered like dried flowers and grass, devoid of any color and drooping powerlessly behind her.
Flarn’s somewhat tattered small boots landed on the ground. She struggled to lift the sword in her hand, her wide eyes looking seriously at the young man.
“Sister isn’t here, so I can’t let you get hurt.”
“If the Young Lady finds out you got hurt because of me, she’ll surely kill me.”
Ig couldn’t help but laugh and cry as he reached out to gently stroke a few strands of silver hair from Flarn.
Hearing Flarn’s tone, it seemed she wasn’t in too much trouble, so Ig felt a little relieved.
However, Ig suddenly realized that Flarn seemed to strongly resist contact from anyone other than Verafia. He seemed to have gotten used to doing it with that little phoenix, and then transferred it to Flarn as well?
Ig glanced at the girl with a hint of guilt, fearing that the Blood Race girl might instinctively extend her fangs and bite him to death.
“Mmm…”
Flarn seemed to want to break free, but in her current weakened state, she didn’t have much strength. She could only lean into Ig’s embrace, allowing the young man to stroke her.
Ig felt relieved. The young man looked up at the sky. Through his ‘Insight’ eyes, the deathly stillness was reaching its limit and rapidly approaching. It seemed that the person controlling this domain was watching.
Most likely, the disturbance Flarn had just unleashed had been noticed by the Necromancer. But Ig was powerless to deal with it now.
“However, this domain is still controlled by that Mage. I wonder about the Young Lady…”
Before Ig’s voice finished, the girl in his embrace, as quiet and beautiful as a doll, suddenly opened her blood-red eyes. As if sensing something, her slender voice suddenly became anxious.
“Ig, be careful!”
“Who’s there!”
A surviving adventurer suddenly grabbed his long sword, and with a powerful surge of platinum, thrust it towards the Blood Race girl!
“Bang!”
Ig’s drawn sword clashed against the cleaving sword edge. With a loud roar, his golden-feathered sword, aflame, was split and shattered. The End let out a tremulous groan under the unbearable strain. Ig’s face suddenly turned pale, the irresistible immense force seeping into his body, almost shattering his internal organs.
The golden fluorescence emanating from the young man’s blood resisted this impact.
“Ig!”
Pulled behind by a hand, Flarn bit down hard on her lip. Her weak arms, with an unknown surge of strength, suddenly pushed the boy blocking her way aside.
“A Silver rank actually took a hit from me!”
The adventurer’s ferocious voice came through the piercing wind, followed by the sharpest of sword edges.
Flarn’s tender face stung from the wind. At this moment, having just pushed Ig away, she had exhausted her regained strength and had no remaining power to dodge.
The sharp sword tip pierced the girl’s soft chest, protruding from her back. Scarlet colors dotted the entire gloomy world.
The adventurer’s expression turned ecstatic.
“Your blood can indeed resist the corrosion here! Vampire, die!”
Flarn’s arms couldn’t even lift the sword. She moved her lips, not making a sound. Looking at the color in the opponent’s eyes, thinned by weakness, it flowed like ice-sealed blood, extremely cold.
“Boom!”
The sound of a drawn bowstring echoed, earth-shattering. The emerald green arrow “bang” pierced the solidified air around it and then the swordsman who had just unleashed a powerful Dou Qi.
Before the swordsman’s ferocious expression could change, with a deafening boom, his entire body was torn to shreds by the intense demonic power, splattering blood in front of Flarn.
Flarn watched the human in front of her being ripped to pieces by the arrow, her expression unchanged. Her silver fangs clenched firmly. She gripped the hilt of the sword piercing her chest with both hands, pulled it out, and threw it on the ground. The color in her eyes, beneath her long eyelashes, was cold.
“Flarn, are you alright!?”
Ig, who had been pushed and fallen to the ground, endured the waves of pain in his chest and abdomen, and quickly caught the girl in front of him, his voice filled with extreme anxiety. The girl’s slender hand covered her chest, fresh blood seeping through her fingers, soaking into Ig’s clothes.