I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 435

Chapter 435 Chapter 229 Aftermath in the Darkness (Part 1)
“Wait—”
Ig hurriedly looked up. Before him, a pure white maiden revealed a gentle smile, her slender eyelashes blinking before her eyes.
As if following the maiden’s gaze, the entire world collapsed and shattered, glaring light and burning flames stung his vision again, and the intense pain in his body and bones impacted his spirit, causing Ig’s face to suddenly turn pale, biting his teeth tightly, almost crying out in shock.
This is the church, and he can even feel the sword that completely severed Douglas. Then, what just happened…
Ig lowered his eyes, holding the pitch-black, prismatic magic crystal in his hand. Just touching it allowed him to feel a terrifying power that could destroy the world and made his hair stand on end.
Ig remembered the pure white maiden’s words—this is the Demon King’s Heart.
It wasn’t fake. And everything that happened was just a moment in reality.
Ig forcefully shook his head, enduring the pain, and picked up Ophi, who had separated and fallen to the ground beside him. Her delicate and beautiful dragon tail rested on his arm. The girl’s ice-blue long hair cascaded down to his arm, its smooth touch akin to the girl’s delicate jade body.
His eyes gazed at the maiden’s innocent face, her long eyelashes lowered, concealing her beautiful eyes. A few stray strands of hair touched her face. On her pure and beautiful little face, like new snow, there were still a few smears of blood and dirt.
“Little Fei…”
Ig remembered her blocking him before Douglas’s golden holy spear, unable to even use the true form of her Dragon Clan. Ig also knew that for this innocent, somewhat naive dragon princess, this wasn’t the main reason. She simply considered him a friend.
He gently embraced the girl’s slender waist.
The terrifying wounds on the Ice Dragon Girl’s body, caused by Douglas’s golden holy spear, seemed to heal as they melted. Her light breaths were steady. Ig gently wiped away the bloodstains from her little face.
“Ig…”
A weak and young voice came from her. Flarn covered her wound with one hand. Her exquisite blood wings had been cut off by the straight sword edge, and the remaining sword marks were still burning, preventing her flesh from healing.
Even though Douglas was dead, the residual power of the sun still burned the young vampire princess’s body.
—During the time Ophi blocked him and Ig fused the Ice Dragon Girl’s magic to stand up again, Flarn, who had been blocking Douglas alone, had clearly sustained the most damage in hundreds of clashes. Under the power of the sun, which completely suppressed her, if not for her true ancestor bloodline, Flarn would have already perished.
But even so, the powerful vitality of the vampire princess, the true ancestor of the Blood Race, had been almost completely depleted. From her exquisite little face and the sharp teeth she was biting, almost breaking her own flesh, one could imagine the immense pain Flarn was enduring.
“Flarn, how are you?”
Flarn forcefully raised her red eyes and looked at Ig, who was holding Ophi in his arms. A hint of gloom appeared, and she took a slight step back: “I’m fine… Ig, you don’t need to worry.”
Just a slight step back almost caused the vampire princess to fall to the ground and faint completely. Shiel, who had rushed over, supported her broken and young body.
She closed her eyes forcefully to relieve the dizziness in her mind before opening them again: “Ig, what was that you were holding…?”
The vampire princess was referring to the Demon King’s Heart that Ig had held in his hand. Even with the seal in between, Flarn could still vaguely sense the terrifying demon energy within it.
Ig opened his mouth, wanting to tell her about the white-clothed maiden and the “Demon King’s Heart” she had given him as a final gift, but for some reason, the words at his lips suddenly changed.
“…I got this from Douglas. Perhaps, it is the core of his abyssal demonic power.”
Flarn nodded slightly, not doubting him. Ig, carrying the dragon-human girl with ice-blue long hair, walked to the place where Douglas had been completely severed by the sword. Under the scorching flames, not even a shred of his corpse remained. The pendant, with fragments of the Light Realm, faintly glowed.
This was a gift from Verafia. And Ig also knew that it was Douglas who picked it up, and under the backlash of the Abyss and the Holy Light Power, it gave him a slight chance to counterattack.
“Young Lady…”
Ig carefully picked it up. The warm touch felt like touching her soft little hand. Ig forcefully raised his head, as if gazing at the girl’s face. That girl, more beautiful than the dawn, was by his side.
His gaze shifted to the secret passage behind the Light God Statue. During the battle with Douglas, even the hard wall had been destroyed, and after Douglas’s demise, it was completely revealed.
Ig tried to move his steps.
Suddenly, a crisp sound touched the silent air, like clear, delicate jade ware or transparent crystal falling onto a glass floor.
Ig held his breath.
The hem of her silk skirt seemed to illuminate the entire space with color. Intricate and magnificent holy gold patterns, as well as thin veils and lace, decorated her nobility and beauty. The golden dawn light, and a few strands of silk-like, soft and smooth hair touched her delicate shoulder and tender skin, sliding down to reveal the more graceful butterfly bones and jade skin behind her evening gown.
“Ah… I’m finally out. Hmm, Ig, were you waiting for me specifically?”
Her cheerful and bright voice was mixed with the girl’s slightly complaining tone.
The maiden’s jade-like face, with its golden moon-like eyes, turned upwards: “Eh, Ig, why is this little ice dragon in your arms? Did she faint… Wait, that bastard! He bullied my sister like this!”
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A pitch-black tide soaked the entire territory of Lorinc, and even the cold moonlight hanging high in the sky could not dissolve it even a little.
The shapeless human tumors covered the entire ground. Deformed creatures’ tentacles stretched and spread, but like living beings, they trembled with instinctive fear before the evil darkness that spread before them.
Sword light lifted and slashed down, a color darker than the darkness spread, and the deformed human tumors let out terrified roars. However, this spreading pitch-black light did not stop the slightest bit, descending upon the flesh and blood where countless lives were condensed.
Vast vitality was devoured, but not just vitality: the pitch-black color bared its invisible fangs, biting and devouring everything it touched!
Just its spread was enough to hear tragic screams—not only the human deformities being torn apart and devoured, but also the dark, evil, and twisted wills that were bound within the black light!
The tide-like darkness spread and vanished in an instant. Metal boots stepped carelessly on withered flesh.
Huge and strange alchemy armor emerged from the darkness, with clusters of thick alchemy bones standing tall, swallowing the reflecting light. A hoarse voice, filled with all kinds of fear, emitted strange fluctuations from beneath the deep black mask.
“972nd mutated creature. That’s enough… the rest are enough for others to eliminate.”
Behind him, two colleagues with similar attire emerged: “The Marquis of Mes… Heh, he didn’t hesitate to use his city to force us to appear. However, if his city is destroyed again, even our King cannot show any mercy to such a rebel.”
The content of their conversation was enough to shock anyone: the three swordsmen present had wiped out nearly a thousand powerful mutated creatures in the city in just one hour.
However, such content could be considered insignificant compared to the latter sentence.
The leading pitch-black swordsman also sneered at his colleague’s words. Through the black mask he turned, his eyes, like black fire, fixed on the “Black Knight’s” castle standing beside the city.