Chapter 354 Chapter 148 Opposing Divine Spark
Verafia fell silent.
She had a definite purpose for her choices and actions regarding Ig. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have consumed nearly half of her divine power origin, dropping from the Star rank to Platinum, to pull him back from the clutches of death in the first place.
If Anderdun had asked earlier, she would not have wavered in the slightest… but now?
“I don’t know.”
Verafia shook her head. She gently raised her head, her golden hair, smooth as silk, sliding down silently in the night. The clear silver radiance of the twin moons touched her tender skin, reflecting a deep bewilderment in its exquisiteness and flawlessness.
“Heh, Verafia, you are ridiculously indecisive right now. You are the hero of yesteryear… I don’t need to say more, you should know what that represents. I don’t want a personality like this to kill you one day.”
Verafia’s slightly turned golden eyes looked at him: “Anderdun. Don’t forget who turned you into this. We have never been friends, yet you have the mind to care about me?”
“I don’t have the mind to care about a ridiculous girl like you, trapped by so-called emotions. I just regret signing the contract with you so early. If I had known your will was so weak, let alone the hero of yesteryear, you wouldn’t even compare to a small soldier under my command. Heh, rather than staying here with you to wait for death, I’d rather return to the Sea of the Underworld sooner.”
The voice emanating from the pitch-black demonic shadow made Verafia’s slender eyelashes tremble slightly, but she did not get angry. She opened her golden eyes and looked at the demonic reflection shimmering in the darkness before her.
“Hero, you want to kill Lancaster, and you need more power from this body… I think this young man is probably a key for you. But if you are unwilling to sacrifice him, regardless of the strength you can ultimately possess, what reason do I have to believe you have the will to stand before him?”
“Are you worried I can’t make a decision?” Verafia raised her eyes slightly and said.
“Heh. Only you yourself know about such things.”
Anderdun chuckled “hehe”, and his body coalesced into a pitch-black long sword. Verafia recognized this as the appearance of his former sword. It was rumored that before his fall, this sword was also severed and annihilated by the Sacred Sword held by Lancaster.
“But if you really have this idea, it’s better to discard such unrealistic revenge wishes early and continue to be your young lady.”
The black long sword vibrated in the air, and the Black-winged Monarch’s voice sounded, “At that time, if you release me as agreed, I might go and see that young man, and perhaps I will teach him a few moves.”
“You just need to wait quietly. However, Anderdun, if you want to see Ig, I will not stop you… Perhaps he can indeed become a means for you to deal with me, just as you initially thought.”
Verafia was silent for a long time, her golden eyes slowly lifted on her serene face.
Anderdun, who had transformed back into human form from the black sword, couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart. For some reason, he seemed to feel that the Verafia before him had transformed from a slender and sensitive girl back into the immaculate, flawless existence she was at the beginning.
The oppressive silence in the still air made even him, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race, feel unbearable. He was about to raise his head to make a sound, but the girl beside him seemed to be tired of it again, turning her head to the side.
“Alright. Anderdun, it’s time to talk about business.”
Verafia stood up from the glazed stone slab, her gorgeous golden eyes looking at the demonic phantom before her, and suddenly extended her slender little hand towards him.
On the girl’s exquisite, art-like white palm, a faint dark purple light suddenly appeared. Upon closer inspection, countless tiny lines and characters emerged on her skin, forming a cryptic and ancient pattern.
The moment it appeared, an artistic conception representing “deathly stillness” spread throughout the space. Although there was no divine power or authority, as the ultimate interpretation of “death,” its identity was unquestionable.
“This is my rank…”
“This is mine.” Verafia raised her golden eyes and corrected him.
“Alright. Your divine spark.”
Anderdun now realized that he truly couldn’t grasp the temperament of this girl. Moreover, he was held in her hand, and resistance was impossible, so he might as well give up completely and just go along with her answers.
Verafia chuckled, lightly clenched her slender hand, and the substantial “deathly stillness” divine spark析出 from her hand, suddenly throwing it towards Anderdun.
The surface of the divine spark dissolved and merged rapidly like the night the moment it touched his figure.
“Verafia, you—” The Black-winged Monarch’s expression suddenly became startled.
“Just borrowing it from you.”
Verafia’s clear voice echoed in the night sky. A gentle smile suddenly curved on her face, and her gorgeous golden eyes glanced lightly, “Of course, if you want to try whether you can escape my control using it, you can also try.”
After integrating the divine spark, the Black-winged Monarch’s more substantial body seemed to tremble slightly, but there were no further actions. “Verafia, I don’t think you are returning the divine spark to me just for your own amusement.”
“Of course. Anderdun, don’t forget the contract: you need to help me before killing Lancaster.”
The girl’s slender feet lightly landed on the ground. She gently raised her head, “You should understand this divine spark better than I do. You should know that it has always been only half.”
The content of the girl’s words was self-evident. The Black-winged Monarch was silent for a long time, “Your meaning is, perhaps, the other half of it is right here?”
“Of course.”
Verafia lightly flipped a strand of golden hair, revealing her pure white, jade-like face, “The necromancer who dug you up at Glann Highland back then also set foot in Lorincel. I don’t think that person still knows about your existence.”
The Black-winged Monarch’s expression became silent, as if he were contemplating the girl’s words.
Verafia’s gorgeous golden eyes, filled with radiant light, looked at him, and a gentle smile suddenly crossed her face, “Also, after arriving in Lorincel, I felt a strong vitality, whether it was in front of the Purple-robed Bishop in the church or in the spell in capturing Ophi. By the way, I remember that I didn’t block your perception at that time.”
“Ahahahahaha…”
Anderdun instantly broke out in a cold sweat from the girl’s words. He quickly laughed, “Could it be, Miss Verafia, that you suspect this vitality is a remnant of ‘creation’ that is the opposite of this divine spark?”
Verafia lightly curled the corner of her lips at the Black-winged Monarch’s very clumsy concealment. She gently bent her slender, jade-like fingertips, and instantly, an indescribable “concept” rapidly condensed within the Black-winged Monarch’s shadow before her and was ejected from his body.
A small divine spark, like a delicate purple jade, returned to the girl’s palm.
Verafia then raised her head, her golden eyes flowing with brilliance, and chuckled softly.
“Of course. After all, it’s the “creation” power that is most closely related to “deathly stillness” but is completely opposite. If he hadn’t used it, I might not have known… however, since he has used this authority, how could he hide it?”
