I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Chapter 61 Dark Dagger
The figure, hidden in a huge black robe, walked out behind Ronald. A murky aura steamed from him, filthy and dark, as if rendering the entire world into a deathly stillness.
“This person… No, he’s not a demon.”
The moment she saw him, Verafia’s pupils contracted slightly. She immediately thought of the demonic power of creatures from the demon realm, but then shook her head.
As someone who had experienced the Demon Race War in former days, Verafia could easily discern that the power possessed by the person before her was fundamentally different from that of the demons in the demon realm.
“The power of the Abyss!”
The swordsman Ain, clutching the wound on his severed arm, cried out in terror. Enduring the intense pain, he turned his head to look at Ronald, who was in front of the robed figure. His face instantly turned even paler. “Ronald, how dare you collude with people from the Abyssal Church!”
Verafia noticed that when the swordsman Ain uttered the word “Abyss,” extreme fear and disbelief mixed with anger appeared on everyone’s faces present.
“Abyss…” Verafia’s lips moved slightly as she softly uttered the word.
“Ronald, it seems you have made your decision.”
The tall, robed figure ignored the swordsman’s panic and spoke to the Paladin before him. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet it possessed a corrosive power.
“You are correct, Envoy Lord.”
Ronald deeply bowed to him, then stood straight and turned to face the swordsman Ain, who looked at him in shock and questioned him.
“Uncle Ain, you are mistaken. I am not colluding with the Abyssal Church…”
Ronald raised his right hand. On the back of his hand, a blurry, dark, yet extremely evil marking appeared. Spreading black airflow flowed towards his entire body, carrying tainted energy.
In just an instant, Ronald’s purest Holy Light Power was stained a deep purple and dark black!
“I am surrendering to the only truth, the only reality!”
Upon hearing the youth’s voice, the mage Ibven’s already pale face turned even paler by three shades. He trembled with anger and pointed at the fallen Paladin, furiously cursing at him.
“Ronald, how could you do something so treasonous! Even Lord Marquis won’t be able to protect you!”
“Heh, that stubborn old fool? Why would I need his guarantee? Do you think I, a mere illegitimate child, a stain on the brilliant life of the Sword of the Kingdom, would actually be cared about by him?”
Dark black energy permeated his body, and complex, obscure markings spread across his handsome face. Ronald was smiling, but under the pervasive Abyss power, he appeared exceptionally ferocious.
Ronald suddenly bowed deeply to the Abyss Envoy.
“Envoy Lord, as planned, please offer blood food to our Master.”
“Two Platinum, one Gold, over ten Silver, and the bloodline of the Emerald Singer… Very good.”
The figure under the black robe seemed to chuckle.
The figure’s black robe was suddenly lifted, and in an instant, countless threads of dark power condensed and attacked everyone present except Verafia!
“Everyone, let’s destroy him together!”
The swordsman Ain, supporting his body, shouted loudly. He abandoned Verafia and called on everyone to turn against the public enemy and attack!
The battle instantly erupted again. The remaining members of the Wind-Chasing Wings, the already heavily injured Ain and Ibven, unleashed extremely powerful attacks, even matching their previous assault on Verafia.
Verafia, who was outside the two factions formed by the split, seemed to have been forgotten by everyone. No more attacks were directed at her.
However, the young girl had no intention of making a move either. She merely reinforced Ig’s defenses with a casual gesture to prevent him from being caught in the aftermath of the battle. Then, propping up her slender eyelashes, she watched with great interest.
“Abyssal Church… It doesn’t seem like they’re anything good. But what does that have to do with me?”
Verafia’s golden flames burning before her incinerated a wisp of dark aura that spread towards her as she thought to herself.
The robed Abyss Envoy also just stood on the ground and watched. However, the Abyss power released by him transformed into bloody weapons, slashing and harvesting. With every breath, someone was hit, annihilated into pus, and then absorbed by the hourglass hanging from the robed figure’s waist!
In just a few breaths, the remaining people of the Wind-Chasing Wings, including Hel, and the swordsman Ain with his severed arm, were all slaughtered and died. They didn’t even have time to cry out before they perished completely.
Even the mage Ibven only lasted a few more breaths.
“Sinful Abyssal cultists, Ronald, Holy Light and the Gods above, Lord Marquis and His Majesty the King will not let you go!”
Amidst the annihilating Abyss power, Ibven’s staff had already broken. The dying mage raised his head and uttered his final curses of indignation.
“Your King? Heh, utterly laughable…”
The Abyss Envoy suddenly let out a mocking voice, appearing utterly disdainful of the mage’s words.
The robed figure raised his hand, and the rapidly surging dark power completely annihilated the mage Ibven. His gaze then shifted to the half-elf young girl Grisia, the only one remaining besides Verafia.
Grisia’s face was pale. The magic she cast with gritted teeth struck the barrier formed by the Abyss energy, but it didn’t even cause a ripple before it was completely devoured.
“A descendant of the Emerald Singer, yet so weak. So be it… Return to the Abyss!”
The Abyss Envoy’s low voice echoed in the air. Suddenly, he looked up, and a rapidly condensing wave surged towards the young girl.
Verafia hesitated for a moment, but then instantly raised her staff, and brilliant golden blazing flames instantly ignited, attacking the Abyss Envoy.
Sensing the roaring flames, the Abyss Envoy’s heart clenched. He had to raise his arms and rotate, drawing back all his power to block the Burning Gold flames.
The flames of entirely different colors clashed in mid-air. In the silence, they erupted with extremely fierce fluctuations, surging waves and roaring flames churning, astonishing ripples erupting outwards!
“Miss Verafia…”
Grisia, blown away by the battle’s aftershock, took several moments to stabilize herself. She couldn’t help but look up at the beautiful girl who had blocked the attack for her. But before she could think any further, a dark dagger pierced through from behind, penetrating the young girl’s delicate chest.
A dark dagger pierced through from behind, its sharp tip easily penetrating Grisia’s delicate chest.
“You… Lord Ronald…”
Warm, bright red blood flowed out, staining the young girl mage’s dress, and was then completely absorbed by the dagger.
Grisia exerted strength, turning her head slightly, looking at the young man behind her, trying to find any familiar trace on his ferocious and terrifying face, filled with the devilish power of the Abyss.
Ronald merely snorted coldly. He rotated his wrist, and the dimly glowing dagger completely drained the Elf blood of the half-elf. Then, he kicked away the delicate body of the lifeless girl, and with his right hand, he pulled out the dagger’s blade.