I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 481

Chapter 481 “True Image”
“Could it be that this is the true Sacred Sword?”
Igerte picked up the sword edge in his hand slightly and compared it with the pure white, immaculate Sacred Sword that spanned and suppressed the entire starry sky.
—When Igerte attempted to draw the Sacred Sword at the altar, in his True Eye, the Sacred Sword in his hand was almost pure light.
“You aren’t that surprised… have you already figured it out?”
Lancaster’s light laughter came. He raised his head, his blue-golden hair reflecting in the radiant light of the Sacred Sword, shimmering with a luster like stars:
“That’s right. After defeating Dissax, I left the true Sacred Sword in this world to suppress His will.”
“As for the ‘Sacred Sword’ in the Royal Palace, the one in your hand now, it is condensed from a wisp of radiance I took from the Sacred Sword.”
Igerte fell silent.
He thought that with his strength, even with the enhancement of the “Sacred Sword” in his hand, he could defeat Duke Windsor, whose absolute strength far surpassed Saint Rank, as he was corrupted by the power of the Star God.
And that was merely a wisp of radiance from the Sacred Sword, so what kind of concept would the power of the true Sacred Sword be?
However, Lancaster used the Sacred Sword to suppress the long-fallen Dissax—
“You’ve already thought of this problem.”
Lancaster said, “Dissax is an existence from another dimension. The life structure of the Star Gods is not even remotely similar to humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, or even creatures from the Demon Realm. Did you see His ‘blood and flesh’—”
Lancaster waved his palm.
In the awakened and increasingly active darkness, layers of pitch-black fluctuations condensed before him, as always, possessing a strange vitality as if devouring Albert and Windsor, roaring and shrieking like ferocious evil beasts, with tainted consciousness growing and spreading.
“Lancaster, are you trying to say—”
“This is the ‘flesh and blood’ that constitutes a Star God. From our perspective, it might be more appropriate to describe it as fragments of spirit.”
Lancaster waved his hand again, dispersing the fragmented Star God shrieking before him, and said, “The fragments of the Star God possess unimaginable corrosive properties, eroding not only the physique of living beings but also their spirit.”
“Half of Dissax’s remains are suppressed in this world, and without the power of the Sacred Sword, it would be enough to erode more than half of Lichen’s people into His subjects—just as you saw, among the ‘Seed of Destruction’, those rebels who attempted to borrow the power of the Star God.”
Igerte had seen many followers of the ‘Seed of Destruction’, and without exception, their spirits became extremely frenzied after implanting the fragments of the Star God, and there were even fanatic believers like Albert who were gradually influenced.
Even Duke Windsor appeared extremely crazy in his final moments.
“The fragments of the Star God are strange spiritual fragments… I’ve heard Miss say something like that.”
Igerte suddenly raised his head and said.
“Is it Miss Phoenix named Verafia?”
Lancaster mused, then suddenly smiled, “It seems that she has encountered the Ebony Sword before.”
“The Ebony Sword… could it be, those so-called Royal Guards?”
“That’s right.”
Lancaster waved his long sleeves, and before Igerte’s eyes appeared a massive formation under black runes, constantly refining the fragments of the Star God:
“Their power comes from fiends, and to counter them, they are also dark evil spirits, even going so far as to merge themselves into darkness.”
Igerte recalled the “twin swords” of the Sacred Sword King that Andis had told him before—among them, the Ebony Sword was undoubtedly the Royal Guard that Lancaster was referring to.
Lancaster, who told him about such a top-secret matter, made Igerte think more about its meaning: “But, the fragments of the Star God, and your ‘Ebony Sword’, Lancaster, why do you tell me this?”
The King of the Sacred Sword smiled slightly, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, “Igerte, do you remember the question you asked me?”
“The question, you mean Lord Lothel—do you mean that killing Lord Lothel with your own hands has something to do with the fragments of the Star God?”
“Naturally.”
Lancaster raised his head again, his long robe fluttering, and a hint of remembrance appeared in the profound blue of his eyes, like constellations. He suddenly said,
“Igerte, the Star God you see before you invaded this world twenty years ago. But for me, the first time I realized their existence was exactly a hundred years ago, when Lothel attempted to draw the Sacred Sword.”
“Lord Lothel drew the Sacred Sword… wait, do you mean that Lord Lothel…?”
His emotions stirred immensely. Igerte could hardly contain himself, his raised eyes seeming to spew flames: “How is that possible?”
“Igerte, I think you already have an answer in your heart?”
Lancaster’s voice made Igerte pause slightly.
Igerte raised his head again. In the legends, the handsome and elegant face of the Sacred Sword King was now filled with unprecedented sadness and regret:
“Lothel was our Hero. I became acquainted with Lothel when we were the same age—I have never met anyone like Lothel, full of light and justice, and caring for everyone on the entire continent. People regarded him as the hope for salvation, and Lothel was also the leader for all of us.”
“Igerte, you did not experience that war, and any images or poems that have been passed down to this day cannot depict even one-tenth of that year—and in such despair, the pressure that Lothel had to bear, even now, I can hardly imagine.”
“But, he still led us for ten years, and arrived before the legendary Sacred Sword…”
“Do you mean that because of the ‘pressure’, Lord Lothel was taken advantage of by these celestial evil gods?”
Igerte interrupted. He suddenly couldn’t understand himself, whether it was the anger from his adoration of his predecessor being defiled, or a question he was forcing himself to believe?
“This is the reason I found, and what I prefer to believe.”
Lancaster turned around and said, “It was not until Lothel touched the Sacred Sword, and the Star God fluctuations similar to Dissax’s, that they first appeared before me.”
“—Perhaps, even Lothel himself was unaware that a Star God’s trace existed in his spiritual sea, tempting him to draw the Sacred Sword at all costs.”
Lancaster’s words contained many hidden meanings, and his words even seemed to be making excuses for Lothel, rather than accusing him of colluding with the Star God…
Moreover, even from Igerte’s own perspective, Lancaster’s words were logical.
But—
Igerte suddenly raised his head, “But, Lancaster, why should I believe you?”