I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 332

“These three guys of unknown origin, humph, how could they be a match for this young lady!”
Verafia waved her staff, and the surging magic fluctuations melted the crossbow bolts shot by the white-robed poet. At the same time, a wall of flames suddenly rose from the scorching air, blocking more enemies who were surging forward.
Surrounding them, besides the initial three white-robed people, there were more than ten enemies dressed in white clothes.
Seeing them surround and attack together, Flarn could only look at the young girl’s silhouette blocking the fierce assault with slight worry, gripping the hilt of her sword tightly, and retreating to stand with Ig in front of the Frost Giant Dragon.
The scorching flames licked like fire waves, and the spells the white-robed mage was casting were instantly riddled with holes. The swordsman in front of him swung his sword and cut down.
The moment the flames were cut off, Verafia’s eyes flickered, she raised her slender white wrist, and cast a fiery fireball with her staff, blasting back the bard who had drawn his short sword and tried to get close.
“So troublesome!” Verafia said angrily.
Although the strength of the three people in front of her was not as good as hers, their tacit understanding was like that of born compatriots. Their mutual attack and defense coordination had almost no flaws, and it was not a matter of a single move to solve them.
In this instant, the white-robed mage and the swordsman had already shifted their positions to avoid being simultaneously annihilated by Verafia’s main attack spells. The other surrounding white-robed figures silently raised their weapons to attack Verafia, forcing the girl to extinguish the gathered spells and chant to release area-of-effect spells to kill these annoying enemies.
“Miss Phoenix, you are indeed stronger than all of us combined.”
The white robe of the mage was burned and damaged, and powerful magic fluctuations were gathering from the staff he newly produced. “But, we are not just three people.”
Behind Verafia, several white-robed people attacking from another direction, unafraid of death, pounced on the Frost Giant Dragon. Ophi wanted to raise her dragon head, but a black-haired young figure stood in front of her and drew his sword, blocking the descending black sword with a bang.
“Little Fei, don’t move for now!”
Ig said with effort, his footsteps retreating on the soil that had melted and then resolidified. The “End” he held tightly in his hand trembled.
The dou qi fluctuations of the white-robed people attacking from the opposite side were at least Gold level. For him to be able to barely block now was the result of the suffering and torment of the magic potions refined by Verafia in recent days.
A blood-stained sword pierced through his back. Flarn, having dealt with other enemies, pulled out the slender sword edge stained with blood. The corpse, drained of blood, withered instantly, but the girl’s small face frowned slightly.
“Flarn, what’s wrong?”
“There’s something wrong with the blood on these people.”
The vampire loli shook her head. Her pure silver hair, like silk, touched her pale cheeks, and she said uncertainly. Flarn then raised her bright red eyes, “Also, about Sister…”
Ig endured the pain in his chest, exhaled, and followed the gaze of the blood race girl who turned around. The slender and luxurious figure of the girl stood not far away. Her gilded hair seemed stained with the radiance of the golden sun, and as her magic fluctuated, the wildly roaring golden flames almost dominated the entire battlefield.
Even though it was just Verafia alone, and the opponents not only had three crystals but also other followers attacking desperately, the girl’s magic strength, which far surpassed them, had clearly already settled the victory.
Ig held his chest, and his eyebrows couldn’t help but furrow.
“These people are clearly no match for the Young Lady, but why are they still attacking as if they are seeking death? At most, it’s just to consume a little more of her time… Are they just trying to delay the time?”
“You guys, it’s about time to stop delaying!”
Verafia’s clear and beautiful scold came. She stepped forward with her slender jade feet, and the magic fluctuations entangled on the ground touched by the soles of her white boots were instantly incinerated.
The gorgeous golden flames strangled the remaining enemies. The staff in the girl’s right hand shone brightly. The prairie phoenix fire constructed by the Sunflame Skyfire engulfed the bard, who had already lost half of his body and was at the end of his rope. He cried out and burned into ashes.
The white-robed swordsman, whose body was also half-burned, with scorched flesh showing and even his battle sword damaged, broke through the flame obstruction and came before the girl. The dou qi all over his body expanded rapidly like a balloon, all converging on the battle sword he raised with both hands. He roared and slashed down with all his might.
“You want to fight me to the death? But, this is still far from enough!”
Verafia merely shifted her golden eyes slightly. The brilliant gold flames on the staff she held in her slender hand blazed, instantly melting and condensing into a truly gorgeous Sunflame longsword. She held the hilt with her jade fingertips, the straight sword blade entwined with the glorious golden phoenix feather fire. As her delicate body retreated, she slashed diagonally downwards.
The golden sword mark cut through the swordsman’s desperate attack and long sword without any obstruction, cutting him in half horizontally. The phoenix feather fire ignited fiercely along the sword marks, instantly burning the swordsman’s body to ashes along the cut surface.
Ig’s gaze passed through the brilliant gold lotus fire. The girl’s delicate and beautiful, yet noble and gorgeous body, like a Valkyrie, looked at the mage that she had just suppressed to his knees with a cage of fire earlier.
The mage’s white robe was tattered, his scorched black charcoal-like body made a crisp “crackle” sound. Ignoring the breaking of his bones, he forcibly stood up under the pressure, and the expression revealed in Ig’s eyes was ferocious.
“Wait, they don’t just want to delay time, they want to be killed by Veer, including himself!”
The moment Ig suddenly thought of this in his mind, the mage let out a ferocious laugh, raising his scorched arm.
The remains on the ground that were burned to death by Verafia’s magic, the corpses that withered and were drained by Flarn’s long sword, and even the scorched ashes of the swordsman and bard who were completely burned by the flames, a green light flashed, followed by an indescribable and obscure fluctuation that rapidly converged, and was suddenly released from the raised staff with a terrifying attack ten times stronger than before!
“Humph, sacrificing their life force to brew an attack for you? This young lady had already guessed it!”
The lingering flames in mid-air were devoured and crushed, and in an instant, they were about to touch Verafia. The strong magic fluctuations blew the silky hair, revealing a youthful, white, and tender flawless face. But the girl’s snow-white face showed a contemptuous expression, and she raised her jade-white slender hand: “However, this level can’t even break through this young lady’s flames!”
Before the girl’s voice had even fallen, the magic impact filled with terrifying fluctuations collided before her small hand. The flames on her jade-like white tender palm suddenly condensed, and the attack, fully capable of destroying a street, only caused insignificant ripples on it.
Not only that, Verafia clenched her slender hand that was blocking the attack, and the scorching and magnificent power instantly crushed the mage’s amplified attack into pieces.
The golden flame longsword held in the girl’s other hand slashed down. The brilliant gold scorched fire sword edge almost cut through the gaps of time and space. At a distance of over ten meters, it landed in front of the mage, shattering the sacred radiant light that was spontaneously activated on his body. In the next moment, it was about to burn him completely!
“Directly extracting power from the corpses of companions… Is this method used by the ‘Church of the Dead Word’? Also, this mage still has sacred radiance on him, is he from the church!”
Ig thought rapidly in his mind, watching the golden flame longsword in Verafia’s hand fall before the mage, and was about to burn him completely in the next second. He couldn’t help but hurriedly call out, “Young Lady, don’t kill him yet!”
Verafia’s slender white wrist paused, and the brilliant gold sword edge was only half an inch away from his body.
Under the oppressive force of the flames that annihilated everything, the mage suddenly raised his head. His right hand followed suit, and in this moment, the flesh, bones, magic, and life force all melted. The same fluctuation that was added to the magic attack after sacrificing all companions previously suddenly descended onto the mage’s melted arm.
Wait, the attack this person made on the Young Lady earlier only had half of the power amplified, and the rest was hidden within his body! Could it be that he wants to use this to attack Veer… No, he couldn’t do that even with a sneak attack. His target is Little Fei!
Ig’s eyes narrowed, and he suddenly thought of this in his mind.
The mage’s eyes, devoid of flesh and blood, showed fanaticism. As if he had turned himself into a magic staff for casting, countless colors gathered on his corroded arm and formed an abyss-like pitch blackness. Like an arrow that deprived existence, it shot towards the Frost Giant Dragon pinned to the ground behind the girl from the girl’s side!
“What!”
The pitch-black light ray instantly pierced through Verafia’s flame restraint. Its speed was far faster than her response. Even Flarn had just picked up her sword to resist, but in just a blink of an eye, it appeared before the Frost Giant Dragon.
Ig, who had thought of this a moment earlier, raised “End” with his right hand to block in front of him, and his entire body instinctively stood in the path of the pitch-black light ray as it pierced towards the dragon’s body.
The pitch-black color symbolizing silence almost instantly dyed Ig’s consciousness. He didn’t even have time to think that with his Silver body, he couldn’t possibly withstand the attack of a Crystal mage who sacrificed himself entirely, let alone one amplified with a more terrifying existence.
“Boom!”
The moment the terrifying power collided, a loud bang erupted, but in the next moment, it was extinguished, as if it had been wiped out.
Verafia waved her slender hand to summon flames, incinerating the remaining traces of pitch blackness in the air. The sword edge condensed from golden flames shattered the mage’s bone-white corpse in front of her, and then she hurriedly turned her small face.
Ig held “End” in front of him, completely unharmed. The Frost Giant Dragon behind him, which had tried to get up for a moment to protect its friend, had more wounds cut into its dragon body, but it was not in mortal danger.
The handsome black-clothed man stood in front of the young man, his raised palm blocking the annihilation attack for him.
Ig’s expression froze. Even if he turned to ashes, he would undoubtedly recognize this person.
His hand was held tightly, and the shadow of the man’s long robe enveloped him. Ig moved his gaze. The smiling face of the young man opposite him was like a sharp bayonet, brutally stabbing his chest.
“Douglas.”