Chapter 549: The Crimson Flame Descends
“Cough, cough, Veer, why did you suddenly call me…”
Igurt coughed a few times, then looked rather awkwardly at the pretty little face of the girl in his embrace, which was slightly tilted up.
“Hmph, it was Brother Lord who called me ‘younger sister’ first just now. Are you trying to go back on your word, Brother?”
With a playful yet charming gaze from her soft golden eyes, there was a hint of pride mixed with her spoiled words. Seeing her blinking eyes, Igurt couldn’t help but smile, knowing that the little phoenix was probably just acting spoiled, and he didn’t stop stroking her beautiful, soft golden hair.
“Yes, yes, whatever Young Lady says is right.”
Because of the girl’s pretty words, Igurt’s tightly strung heart finally relaxed a lot, and a smile appeared on his face.
Igurt slightly released his demonic power to wipe away the scattered blood, placed the girl in his embrace on the ground, and then turned around.
After the sword light swept and the stirred blood rain stopped, dark demonic power still lingered in the air, and there was a bloody scent in the sound of the wind. The knights’ corpses fell to the ground in their broken armor.
These dozen or so guards, knights by the noble youth’s side, were not weak, and four of them were platinum rank like him.
Even though Igurt’s demonic power had been strengthened by the “White Iris’s Blessing” and had transformed in the Demon King’s blood, making it comparable to top species like King rank Dragons and Demon King clan members, in the True Sight Eye, and after using Verafia’s “Sword of Destruction” to instantly obliterate these knights, the overloaded demonic power still caused no small backlash to Igurt.
However, Igurt didn’t have time to bother with his body’s burden. The released demonic power swirled around the residual corpses of the knights, suddenly igniting with burning flames, incinerating the demonic power aura lingering in the air.
—Igurt was Verafia’s God’s Chosen, and even reborn through her baptism of fire. Even if the girl’s flames had faded at this moment, he could still control fire through the God’s Chosen mark.
In the fiercely burning flames of demonic power, whether it was blood, corpses, or dispersed Dou Qi, the traces of battle around were completely erased in just a few moments.
“…But, Igurt, the demonic power traces left by your full-powered sword strike just now cannot be completely eliminated.”
The girl’s light footsteps arrived behind him, and her slightly raised snowy cheeks, bathed in the sunlight, caused her to close her eyes. Her voice also became much more serious as she spoke softly.
Igurt’s demonic power was not purely demonic realm power, but it had many similar characteristics, making it easy to distinguish on the continent. If a high-level mage came here to investigate, it was not impossible for them to know their identities.
“Moreover, that guy just now was a Duke’s heir, and he most likely had a soul imprint that could determine life and death. His death will soon attract the Duke’s knights and mages.”
Igurt said in a low voice, “Moreover, it cannot be determined if there are any astrologers skilled in karma who can find us through karma.”
Back then, before the Fiery Abyss Lake, the reason why the three adventurers hired by Douglas didn’t kill him directly but instead let him fall into the sea of flames was precisely because they were afraid that Marquis Mays would investigate them through karma.
And the concept of karma was something that almost only those above the Sacred Domain could touch. If it were Verafia in her prime, it would be easy to “burn away” karma, but she was far from capable of doing so now.
“No matter what, it will take time for the Duke to arrive. Veer, let’s leave first.”
Igurt turned his head and said decisively.
“En, I’ll listen to you.” Verafia stood behind him and nodded.
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The carriage’s speed was not much faster than that of an ordinary person, so Igurt did not continue to try to drive the carriage but set off directly towards the place he had agreed upon with Ophi.
Because Verafia’s body was weak and not suitable for long walks or standing, Igurt carried her in his embrace, hidden under his cloak, as they traveled.
Fortunately, they were not far from the jungle where Ophi was located, and they found the Ice Dragon Girl in just a few hours. After explaining the reason, Ophi roughly understood that something was amiss and hurried to travel with them.
Traveling for several days and nights with very little rest, even though Verafia was carried alternately by Igurt and Ophi, her already extremely weak spirit became even more depleted.
Verafia, leaning against Igurt’s shoulder in his embrace, her pale little face and long eyelashes closed over her pupils, suddenly opened her eyes with effort:
“Igurt… people are coming from behind…”
Verafia’s voice was low. At this moment, the pain caused by forcefully using her spiritual power almost tore her head apart.
The girl forced herself to say, “Moreover, their speed is very fast… perhaps, there are Saint Rank experts…”
Igurt’s pupils contracted heavily. Not long after Verafia finished speaking, even he felt the impact of the knights’ aura from their long pursuit.
Verafia, her eyes slightly open on his shoulder, could already vaguely see a silver-white shadow amidst the dust and demonic power fluctuations on the ground. “Moreover, they should have discovered us long ago. Ahead… there are also their troops ahead…”
Igurt gritted his teeth heavily and turned his gaze towards the Ice Dragon Girl beside him.
Ophi understood what he meant. She suddenly leaped, transforming into a frosty dragon with a clear dragon roar, and with a flick of her dragon tail, she grabbed Igurt and Verafia and soared into the sky.
The scene of the dragon soaring amidst the icy mist appeared in the sky without any concealment.
“It’s that dragon—it’s really those two criminals who assassinated Your Majesty!”
Surprised but joyous voices sounded from behind, “Archers, prepare!”
The bowstrings were drawn one by one, and arrows covered in Dou Qi or demonic power were aimed at the dragon soaring high in the sky.
Verafia was pressed against the frost dragon’s back by Igurt, and the strong wind pressure made it difficult for her to open her eyes.
Verafia struggled to move her head and saw not only hundreds of drawn bows, but also a Saint-level mage, whose long robe fluttered without wind, soaring into the sky, and at the same time, the domain of a Saint was extending in the sky!
Her silver teeth suddenly bit down hard. Under the slightly opened robe, Verafia forcefully raised her slender, fair little hand, and a ripple of demonic power gathered at her fingertips.
Beneath the skin of her wrist, as delicate as fine jade, a rose-like, beautiful crimson hue appeared, as if it were a vibrant flame about to ignite!
Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed by the young man beside her. Verafia, startled, turned her little face and saw Igurt’s resolute, almost determined gaze:
“Young Lady, don’t!”
The sound of violent wind swept past, and hundreds of thousands of arrows poured down like rain under the strong demonic power fluctuations.
Suddenly, a scorching temperature descended upon the space, and the high temperature melted the arrows into molten iron. Then, the space twisted, and hot flames licked the earth!
