Chapter 277 Request
“Is it Miss Verafia? No wonder a distinguished person like you would mingle in human society… and besides, with the pride of that Great Existence in legends, they wouldn’t converse with me like this.”
The other party spoke with a hoarse voice, the power of the Abyss wriggling on their body, repairing the damaged injuries. They raised an arm and drew a sword, stirring the abyssal magic in the entire world like a storm, striking head-on against the suddenly descending sword energy of flames. The violent eruption destroyed the creations around them.
“This matter has nothing to do with you. Do you think you can offend me because I am not her?”
Amidst the surging flames, the girl’s clear voice was illuminated and became even more beautiful and cold. Verafia lightly raised her scorching golden eyes and let out a soft hum.
“On the contrary, you, a mere human, are using the power of the Abyss… However, compared to the Abyssal Church I’ve seen, it doesn’t seem to be the same.”
“Miss Verafia, it seems you haven’t been fully awakened for long. However, what you said about the Abyssal Church is indeed true. Those people who claim to grasp the truth are merely repeating the foolish actions of the Ancestors towards you.”
Verafia’s scorching golden eyes quietly gazed at the swordsman standing in the distance. The abyssal power surging before the swordsman was extinguishing the blazing flames, and his figure stood tall within the firelight.
Although the swordsman addressed Verafia with respect, his words were filled with disdain.
Verafia’s golden eyes lowered, gazing at the swordsman’s figure. Suddenly, a melodious girl’s voice, like silver bells, sounded in the space where the flames were continuously surging.
“So, does that mean you think you are the truth yourself?”
“Miss Verafia, I have no intention of disrespecting you, but whether it is the truth or not is clearly a different matter for you and me. For you, it is probably the eternal, never-extinguishing flame.”
In response to the swordsman’s words, Verafia’s golden eyes lowered, her gorgeous and exquisite brilliant colors turning cold, but radiating a nobility that made it even harder to look directly at.
The swordsman’s gray-black eyes lifted, gazing at the sky torn apart by countless flames, on the verge of collapse. He could almost see the brilliance of the frost moon shining down from beyond the sky. He suddenly laughed, looking at the maiden’s figure:
“However, since you are not the ‘her’ of the legends, and the divine spark of the Wings of Death has fallen into your hands, then we should not have much conflict… Killing me would not benefit you at all, but would only completely expose your identity.”
Verafia could not deny the swordsman’s words. The expression on her flawless, delicate face turned cold. However, the maiden did not deny the swordsman’s words.
Indeed, as the swordsman said, in this domain almost made of abyssal matter, apart from her swordsmanship, which was once Lothel’s, whether it was her ‘flames’ or the divine spark she had just begun to absorb, Verafia had, for the first time, unleashed them to her heart’s content, but still could not gain complete control.
Moreover, the reason her traces had not been exposed in reality was entirely due to the “barrier” formed by the abyssal matter flowing from the other party.
For Verafia, she could currently transfer it into the power of the Abyss, but if the swordsman in front of her were truly killed by her, and the entire domain collapsed, her flames, let alone Lancaster, even a Saint Rank with a slightly deeper understanding of the concept of laws, could see it.
“But, you want to dismiss your offense towards me earlier?”
Verafia raised her cheek, her clear voice like jade and warbling, but within the beautiful and pleasant tone, there was an obvious coldness.
The young swordsman held and sheathed his two swords. The darkness around him surged and condensed onto his body. The swordsman stepped on the ground, and along the way, the flames that represented burning and heat were dulled. The maiden’s beautiful big eyes, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, but she just watched.
The swordsman walked closer to the maiden. The blackness and the gorgeous, brilliant gold stood in stark contrast in the air. The swordsman looked at the exquisitely beautiful face, so close that it seemed to exist only in myths under the flames, and suddenly laughed, speaking.
“I sincerely apologize for my offense. Miss Verafia, how about this: I owe you a favor. If Miss Vera has any needs, she can summon me at any time.”
The colors flowing in Verafia’s golden eyes flickered slightly. Her eyelashes covered her golden pupils, as if she were pondering the other party’s proposal. Suddenly, the maiden’s slender eyelashes opened slightly, revealing her gorgeous eyes. She looked at the swordsman’s face, and a delicate, pure white little hand was extended in front of her.
The swordsman was slightly taken aback: “Miss Verafia, you want…”
The maiden looked at him, her crystal-clear voice saying, “You took my things. It’s her crystal, and it’s useless to you. Give it back to me.”
“Miss Verafia, what you are referring to is not that Frostheart, but this bracelet?”
The swordsman placed a hand on his chest and took out an exquisite bracelet. The exquisite red crystal reflected the color of flames. The swordsman raised his face and looked at the maiden’s face:
“Miss Verafia, if I’m not mistaken, this crystal truly belongs to you… but it is ‘her’ power. I wasn’t sure if you were Herafir before, because you once used one of them.”
“But even I know that if you merge with her power, the end result will be her awakening, and even devouring you!”
Verafia slightly curled her lips, as if she were lightly smiling, but on her jade-white delicate face, there was no change in expression. Verafia looked at the swordsman and said,
“I didn’t expect you to know so much… But, that’s none of your business. Give it back to me.”
The young swordsman shook his head helplessly and threw the crystal bracelet into the maiden’s hand. Verafia’s slender white fingertips pressed on it. The moment they made contact, the erupting flame light tore through the already shattered black domain.
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In the silent night sky, two bright moons hung high, casting a clear and cold luster, like white jade gauze, gently covering the black earth filled with magical wounds.
Iggert’s lowered arm pressed on the sword, and dripping blood slowly fell to the ground along the sword edge. The obscure and vague sounds in his ears felt like an illusion.
Suddenly, on the other side, a corner of the sky, the approaching aura of sacred light illuminated the surroundings. Sacred, pure gold, and white decorated cross sword banners were hung high.
“Miss Chrisis, look! This is the place the Bishop Lord reported, and the magical fluctuations released from here just now, as well as the destruction it caused even from such a distance, I can guarantee that their strength is at least not inferior to the Stars!”
The knight’s voice, hidden beneath his bucket helmet, made Iggert suddenly look up. His turned face was illuminated by the approaching divine light, and he looked at the approaching knights.
Among the knights, the nun with golden hair and silver robe saw the black-haired young man surrounded by several maidens in alert, and exclaimed,
“Young Master?”
