Chapter 503 Chapter 63 You Don’t Owe Me Anymore (Part 1)
“This is my territory. Of course, it’s me.”
The maiden’s silk long dress, as pure as the bright moon, was stained with the crimson and heat of blazing flames, as if her magnificent skirt swayed in the ripples of fire. Her demeanor was distant and aloof, like a proud goddess looking down upon insignificant, tiny things.
Misaela’s fingertips gripped her staff tightly, yet she anxiously looked behind the maiden, at the door where crimson flames illuminated ancient divine runes.
With Misaela’s intelligence, seeing Verafia appear here, combined with Ig’s personality, her own conjectures, and Verafia’s identity, she could already guess the majority of the truth.
However, no matter how worried Misaela was for Ig, the rationality in her heart told her that if she were to resort to force, she would absolutely not be a match for the maiden before her.
“Miss Verafia… Goddess…”
Misaela’s sudden voice made the maiden slightly furrow her delicate eyebrows. Before her, the noble and beautiful silver-haired little princess lowered her small face:
“You… Do you need Ig to obtain something that belongs to you? If this is your punishment for him… please, let me accompany him, but… it’s because of me that you are angry…”
The silver-haired princess’s slender and humble request. Verafia listened, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.
Her slender fingertips tightened slightly. She raised her eyes, her voice cold:
“Ig is my God’s Chosen. You are not qualified.”
“But—”
A wave of anxiety washed over Misaela. Although she could not see the scene unfolding behind the door of flames, the connection she had with Ig through the “White Iris Blessing” allowed her to clearly sense Ig’s weakening life force.
Biting her silver teeth forcefully, the silver-haired princess’s expression turned almost pleading:
“Verafia, please… Ig, he clearly likes you so much, he cherishes you so much. Even, I can feel… these past few months, his longing for you, and his regret…”
These words also tore Misaela’s delicate heart to shreds.
The man she liked, loved… but it was this maiden, for whom he was even willing to risk his life… and she, had to recount such matters before her, bit by bit.
A line of crystal-clear tears traced down the silver-haired princess’s fair face: “If you are still angry, then punish me!”
Verafia’s long eyelashes trembled slightly. She said:
“However, I am not angry because of you… and what you did was not wrong.”
“Then why…”
“I want to reclaim what belongs to me.”
Cold, yet completely factual words wounded her heart like a long scar. However, Verafia’s voice remained as clear and aloof as always, without a trace of emotional fluctuation.
She shifted her gaze slightly, looking towards the ancient ruins of inheritance in the blazing fire.
The startled cries of phoenixes, the surging flames almost melted the entire world into a domain of fire. The scorching heat dried the young man’s flesh and blood, and drop after drop of blood with golden halos evaporated.
Flames that surpassed the material level even ignited his spirit and will.
Yet, Ig seemed to feel nothing, his eyes holding only one obsession as he walked steadfastly through the flames.
The trial of the Godhead Domain… did not require him to defeat the unquenchable phoenix born from the flames; it only required him to obtain the Godhead. But, could Ig withstand the terrifying flames of the Flame Goddess, capable of burning for all eternity?
The entire world had transformed into an ocean of fire. Ig felt his body reaching its limit when, suddenly, a soft white light, as hazy as the moon, illuminated his body.
Within the “White Iris Blessing,” the Moon God’s heart of protection.
However, amidst the surging, burning flames, that pure white moonlight quickly dissolved. At the same instant, golden flames ignited on the young man’s body!
When Ig had fallen into the sea of fire and his life was nearing its end, Verafia, at the cost of dropping two tiers and depleting her own foundation, had used her divine blood to bring the young man back from the brink of death.
Even though Verafia’s flames possessed the characteristic of “rebirth from fire,” at that time, she had considered the young man as her pawn, merely maintaining his life to keep a controllable option open.
In this domain of flames, Ig clearly understood now.
And at this moment, through his “True Sight Eye,” Ig actively ignited her divine blood of blazing flames, thereby forcefully unleashing the power left by Verafia within his blood!
Even the power of the Flame God King was ignited within the golden flames in an instant. Golden flames also burned in Ig’s pupils, and he continued to walk step by step towards the Godhead of flames.
However, the blood Verafia had left in Ig’s body was originally meant to sustain his life… At this moment, being forcefully ignited by Ig, the only outcome could be to accelerate Ig’s own life’s collapse!
This was merely her manipulation… but it was also the dwindling connection between her and the young man now…
Verafia felt a pang of sadness in her heart, but that detestable rationality prevented her from taking any action.
Suddenly, a sharp, anxious cry, a girl’s voice ignited by uncontrollable anger, erupted completely, shattering the terrifying silence.
“You hateful goddess, hurry up and let him out!”
Magical power surged intensely on the staff raised by the silver-haired princess’s jade hand, forming profound magic runes that erupted with brilliant starlight.
Misaela knew that she could by no means harm the maiden before her, but in her desperation, she still unleashed the most powerful attack she had ever performed.
Verafia did not look at the angry girl. Her golden eyes beneath her slender lashes remained fixed on Ig’s figure in the sea of flames.
The crimson flames roared, and the Flame Phoenix’s cry grew more furious. The descending flames transformed into countless diverse attacks, like sharp knives and swords piercing the young man’s flesh.
Even the golden flames ignited on Ig’s body became dim, even extinguished!
Even in the final moments, the imprint of the Sacred Sword suddenly appeared, protecting his weakening life force, but Ig had actively driven it, igniting it within the golden flames!
The final step…
Ig, with great effort and extreme difficulty, raised his face—the Godhead of flames was only one step away from him.
“Clang!”
The fire phoenix cried out, resonating through the burning flames of the entire world. Crimson flames ignited on streaks of vibrant plumage, burning into a magnificent arc. A thread-like spear pierced Ig’s chest.
The scorching blood from the young man’s chest splashed out, staining the Godhead of flames, instantly evaporated by the high temperature!
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It’s almost the end of the month, need to speed up the updates…
PS: This chapter was originally supposed to end this plot, but then I wrote more… However, I should be able to finish this volume this month.
