Chapter 97 Knight Burning with Light Flames
Ig knew why the girl in his arms was trembling—she sensed the sword edge burning with light beneath the space, but there was no time to warn him.
“Little Fei!”
Before he could even call out to Ophi, the entire space, filled with Brilliant Gold Light, cracked like a mirror with thick, burning fissures, and then shattered with a bang!
The dazzling light, like countless substantial, intensely bright lines, sealed the entire space. Ophi merely let out a clear cry, her dragon breath extinguished, her slender and elegant dragon body frozen by the lines of light, as if embedded in mid-air.
Ig forcefully shielded the girl in his arms. A blazing line of light grazed his shoulder. The dense Aura of Light let out a charred sound on his skin, and the power of light seared his flesh, causing pain that almost tore his soul apart.
Ig clenched his teeth tightly, cold sweat sliding down his face, but he showed no reaction to such pain. He forcefully raised his head. Suddenly, between the spatial cracks, the sword of light that burned with Sacred Light, the knight’s gauntlet was grabbed!
The storm of light shattered the residual energy in the air. Then, a substantial Saint Rank pressure heavily bore down on Ig’s shoulders, paralyzing him. Even the forcibly circulating Demonic Power came to a standstill in that instant.
“It’s you…”
Ig, struggling to lift his face, looked at the tall knight figure emerging from beneath the shattered space, walking out of the dazzling Sacred Domain of Light with his palm on the sword of light. His voice came from between his tightly clenched teeth:
“Lord Rodrigo.”
Breaking through the void, the Saint-level expert who enveloped the entire space with blinding Sacred Light was none other than Lancaster’s court knight and head of the guards, Rodrigo!
“Ig, you have not only fallen into demonic ways but have also betrayed His Majesty the King…”
A hoarse, deep voice, filled with volcanic anger, came from the light.
Rodrigo was clad in armor, but this expensive armor, forged from celestial gold and comparable to a castle, showed visible damage acquired during its stealth in the void.
It was clear that Rodrigo had rushed here at any cost after learning of Ig’s news!
Within Rodrigo’s Sacred Domain, every strand of light was as heavy as a mountain peak. The frost dragon tried to struggle, but under the chains of light, it could only let out a pained groan.
“Little Fei…”
Ig weakly managed to utter a sound. His heart was filled not only with unbearable fear but also with anxiety.
They were facing not only Rodrigo, one of the most powerful Saint Ranks in the world, who was walking towards them step by step, but also a Lichen City and countless pursuers behind them!
As the Brilliant Gold Light rippled within the tangible Sacred Domain, he felt the slender, delicate body of the girl in his arms trembling as if unable to bear it. The slightly revealed little face showed evident pain.
He tried to protect the girl behind him, but he was completely unqualified to resist such pervasive, oppressive pressure, where every ray of light was enough to crush him to death.
“I promised I would protect her…”
He felt a pang of powerlessness and heartache. Suddenly, his palm was gently touched by a soft, slender little hand. Ig’s pupils trembled as he looked down. The girl, looking up slightly, had beautiful pupils filled with a blazing golden light.
The girl did not utter any sound of pain, but instead, she slightly shook her beautiful head towards him.
The scorching light burned her pupils, making Verafia’s already weak spirit feel even more groggy.
Verafia held the young man’s palm. The pain from her weak body and spirit made her slightly bite her lips, resting her head on Ig’s shoulder.
The passage of time seemed to be bound by this golden Sacred Light. Verafia’s eyes widened slightly, her vision blurry with the blazing light, as if the knight within the Sacred Light was stepping forward.
“Ig, His Majesty the King chose you as his heir, even promising you the Sacred Sword and the throne. I had hoped for your growth, hoped you would become our next king…”
Rodrigo’s voice was filled with anger that could melt steel, and, moreover, with a profound sense of regret.
Verafia moved her head away from Ig’s shoulder, her golden eyes reflecting the figure of the tall knight.
During their time in Lichen, Verafia was not unfamiliar with the information about Rodrigo, this Knight Commander. Not only was he the most loyal knight of the King of Peka, but in his youth, he had also studied sword techniques under Eggesti.
And when Ig drew the Sacred Sword, it was Rodrigo who brought him into the royal palace… In later legends, there were nothing but accounts of this powerful Knight Commander’s admiration for and expectations of the young man.
However, such expectations, upon witnessing Ig’s “betrayal” today, had undoubtedly turned into the most intense rage!
The intense pressure caused Ig’s knees to buckle heavily. Verafia felt Ig forcefully raise his head, struggling immensely but resolutely stating:
“Lord Rodrigo, I had no choice.”
“A choice? For this woman?”
The Knight Commander’s roar was filled with intense anger. He suddenly stomped heavily and took a deep breath:
“Ig, I can give you a choice—as long as you hand over that woman, I swear upon my knightly oath that I will plead for you under His Majesty.”
This was Rodrigo’s lingering affection for Ig, Verafia thought.
After all, with the Knight Commander’s strength, which was considered top-tier even among Saint Ranks, killing Ig… and taking her from him would be effortless.
The substantial light was like a golden Sacred Domain pressing down. The Knight Commander’s gaze held urgency and pleading, while Ig, facing him, forcefully raised his head.
“Lord Rodrigo, before Lancaster, I said that Veer… she is my everything.”
Still a firm statement, and a refusal without any hesitation.
The sky enveloped by light fell into a long silence. Suddenly, the Knight Commander’s gauntlet forcefully gripped the sword edge of burning light!
“You don’t know what’s good for you!”
The voice of extreme anger, accompanied by the roaring tidal waves of light across the entire sky, the substantial Saint-level power felt like gold, and in an instant, it even faintly broke through the Saint-level, reaching a rare ancient limit!
The substantial light was like countless sharp golden sword edges.
A golden light grazed Verafia’s snow-white skin. The burning pain of the light made Verafia frown slightly in agony.
She slightly lowered her eyes. Blood flowed from the wound on her snow-like skin, with a faint golden glow. Drop by drop, it fell from her skin onto the edge of the sword of End, held tightly in Ig’s other hand.
“Young Lady!” Ig’s voice sounded anxious by her ear.
“It’s nothing…”
A light voice came from her lips. She forcefully raised her eyes again, her beautiful golden eyes burning with a more dazzling and luxurious golden brilliance than the surrounding dense Sacred Light!
— These are the pupils of a deity!
