Chapter 276: Chapter 70 Dead Silent Fire
The chilling, pitch-black demonic power enveloped everything around, like a flowing storm. Miss Verafia’s gorgeous golden eyes lifted slightly, her slender feet stepping onto the ground, all the surrounding ground becoming a mire of the abyss.
“Abyssal matter… interesting. Although it’s a crystal multiplication, this kind of construction surpasses all legends I’ve seen… even Anderdun is far inferior to you.”
Miss Verafia’s delicate voice calmly reverberated throughout the entire space, a pair of scorching gold eyes gazing at the swordsman opposite her, who held two greatswords.
The pitch-black matter shrouding the swordsman seemed to have faded, revealing a youth’s face. However, his gray pupils were painted with a profound sense of vicissitude.
The opponent walked forward step by step, his lips moving, his voice as hoarse and low as always:
“Miss Phoenix of Flame, your knowledge far exceeds my expectations. I presume that the so-called domains and Saint Ranks among humans are mere insignificant imitations in your eyes. Then, your true identity…”
The swordsman’s voice abruptly stopped. Suddenly, he swung the two greatswords in his hands. In the entire dark world, the pitch-black matter, like mercury lamps, surged wildly. The crushing ripples compressed towards the slender maiden!
“Fire.”
A crisp maiden’s voice echoed in the space.
At the same time, an indescribable fluctuation spread through the space, as if the dark matter was being forcefully repelled. Golden flames shone brightly, and then, a brilliant gold feather sword, tightly grasped by the maiden’s delicate jade fingers, slashed down from mid-air!
The golden light ray pierced through the colors of space. Even the most fundamental matter omnipresent, constructing the entire world, stagnated under this scorching power, revealing the sight of the current world!
“Bang!”
Two vastly different greatswords appeared within the burning flame light. The flowing pitch-black color, like the literal “Abyss,” devoured the surrounding colors. Even the scorching flame light on the fire feather sword could not illuminate their true forms.
In the maiden’s hand, the flame-gold fire feather sword left behind sword marks that ignited roaring blazes. The real sword edge collided with the two slicing greatswords, as if “Fire” and “Abyss” clashed. Intense firelight splashed in mid-air, only to be swallowed by the indescribable dark color!
In just a few breaths, the flames released by the maiden and the two greatswords shrouded by darkness clashed hundreds of times.
With each strike, there was the annihilation of flame and abyssal matter, releasing dazzling light. The exploding attacks caused the terrifying currents of demonic power between the maiden and the swordsman to distort!
The pitch-black swordsman suddenly stopped and swung his greatsword to block the maiden’s descending sword edge. With his other hand holding the Fran greatsword, it suddenly tilted to the side in mid-air, the demonic power on the sword edge rippling throughout the entire space.
The pitch-black demonic power twisted, and the entire domain became even more silent. The black sky, condensed with the power of the endless abyss, was like a sea of deathly stillness, crushing down entirely onto the slender maiden’s delicate body!
Miss Verafia’s golden feather longsword slashed in front of the swordsman. However, the brilliant gold flames on the slender sword edge inexplicably extinguished in the dark demonic power fluctuations, as if every strand of flame particle was devoured by the silent matter!
“Is this the Abyss?”
Miss Verafia felt her flames vanishing. She raised her scorching gold eyes and whispered to herself.
This kind of power… it’s not just corruption; even any power that comes into contact with it finds it difficult to escape the fate of being devoured and assimilated.
With a thought from Miss Verafia, her right hand, from which the sword was swallowed and broken, was suddenly raised. In the space, the fragments of broken flames re-gathered. Within the gorgeous golden flames, a deep purple was born, almost instantly dyeing the entire Flame into a purple fire resembling deathly stillness!
“Flame” and “Deathly Stillness” co-existed in the maiden’s hand, blocking the pitch-blackness that seemed to be crushing the entire world.
As if the collision of two metal sword edges, the purple flames burned upwards, occupying almost half the sky. The diametrically opposed powers slammed into the deep black abyss, releasing terrifying power that exploded into rolling chaotic flames!
Miss Verafia stood on the ground, the purple flames filling her surroundings burning the roaring abyssal power. In the collision of demonic powers, a few wisps of clear, thin wind sound were born, caressing the maiden’s delicate hair.
The maiden’s small face, as exquisite as an artwork, tilted up lightly. A pair of big golden eyes looked at the gorgeous scenery born from the multicolored demonic power streams in the collision of flames and the abyss.
“The fire of deathly stillness… indeed, the divine spark of the Black-winged Monarch of Antifir has fallen into your hands.”
The black swordsman walked forward step by step on the chaotic demonic power flow. Although behind him, the sky formed by the pitch-black abyssal power was almost broken, the swordsman’s tone remained orderly, showing no sign of panic.
“So what if it is! This isn’t your thing anymore… if this young lady can snatch it, it’s my strength. If it were you, you’d have been swallowed by Anderdun long ago!”
Miss Verafia snorted lightly, hugging her arms across her chest. her porcelain-white, exquisite little face lifted forcefully, reflecting in the still lingering demonic power flow.
“It’s just that I’m surprised… that a divine spark of an ancient deity can be so easily devoured by you in a month. Furthermore, your strength can contend against the Abyss… it seems my previous conjecture was not wrong.”
A faint smile appeared on the pitch-black swordsman’s face. He held up his Fran greatsword with one hand, and a pair of vicissitudinous ash-brown eyes looked at the cold-eyed Verafia opposite him:
“Miss Phoenix… no, I should call you Miss Verafia. Your current appearance, if I’m not mistaken, is merely to conceal your noble identity.”
Miss Verafia’s golden eyes suddenly turned cold. The difficult-to-spread abyssal matter around her suddenly exploded into shattered particles, then evaporated by the brilliant gold power spreading from within!
Inexpressible power collided with the black swordsman, causing the domain around him to ripple. His entire figure grunted and took a step back.
However, there was no change on the swordsman’s surface. His eyes remained fixed on the maiden standing within the flames.
“As expected, the will of a deity in legends… with just a thought, within the scope of His authority, it is enough to obliterate a city. Even if you are now far from what legends describe, such noble and stern will cannot be forged by any living being.”
“The origin of all flames… should I call you Herafir?”
Upon hearing the abyss swordsman call her name again, Miss Verafia’s scorching gold eyes flickered slightly, but her flawless, jade-like face remained as clear and cold as ever. She faced the youth opposite her:
“You said it yourself, my name is Verafia.”
