I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 683

Chapter 683
Ig felt the sword hilt shudder, and his palm tightened involuntarily. Strands of frost-blue ice crystals covered the long sword, and crisp sounds echoed in mid-air.
The sudden chill was extremely noticeable in the hall of the Inquisition. Many present turned their heads to look.
The vast majority believed this originated from Ig himself, attributing the defeat of their Knight Commander to his ice power, and they glared at him.
However, some also wore expressions of disbelief as they looked at the Knight they considered a hero.
Ig also witnessed Trist Horn before him. However, he did not share the fear or anger of others.
Just now, he had used his Sacred Sword to block Trist’s full-power strike, and his counterattack had nearly shattered the opponent’s domain. However, Ig was quite clear about his own situation, and he did not believe he truly had the strength to contend with a powerful Star.
Ig was not simply a swordsman who had just advanced to Crystal. Not only was Anderdun residing within his body, but he also possessed two Divine Sparks: “Creation” and “Demise”.
Even though the laws of these two Divine Sparks were almost completely obliterated by Lancaster’s light on the night of Lichen, and he could not control them, even a sliver of the Divine Sparks’ residual traits was far beyond what mortal beings could compare to.
—Ig’s continuous recovery from such severe injuries was not simply due to his Demon King bloodline.
Without the Creation Divine Spark, even a true demon realm royal would have died without question after enduring so many attacks from Star-level experts before reaching Crystal.
Ig, who was heavily injured by Trist, borrowed Anderdun’s death power to completely ignite the magic crystal he had refined a few days prior, advancing to Crystal, and the Demise Divine Spark was also indispensable.
As for how he had almost cut Trist in half with a single sword strike immediately after advancing, it was naturally not solely due to his own magic power and swordsmanship. Not only was Anderdun’s magic crystal released a vast amount of magical energy that he utilized, but Ig also borrowed his death magic.
Ig was very aware of the thoughts of this old demon within his body. Although Anderdun had always been outwardly compliant while inwardly rebellious and bargaining with him, he absolutely would not dare to stand by and watch him be killed, which was why he tacitly allowed him to borrow his power.
Even as the renowned Wings of Death, Anderdun certainly wouldn’t dare to gamble that after his death, his Young Lady would go mad and break the seal on his divine position, burning him alive.
Well, although Ig absolutely did not want to see such a scene, imagining the girl’s appearance at that time still couldn’t help but slightly lift the corner of his lips.
It was by borrowing the death magic of a demon monarch, and through the True Sight Eye, that Ig was able to heavily injure a Star-level expert immediately after advancing to Crystal… If he relied solely on himself, perhaps he couldn’t even reach one-fifth of that power.
Ig’s palm tightened. The wound from the final strike, “End,” shimmered with golden radiance, and the long sword trembled, being gradually frozen by fine ice shards. He could almost feel the Knight Commander slowly raising his face, his iron-gray eyes flashing with the brilliance of frost ice.
It was as if at any moment he would shake off the long sword in his hand and plunge it into his chest with his great halberd.
“Anderdun.” He called out in his heart. On his own, it was impossible to kill Trist. Even if Anderdun didn’t make a move, Ig wanted to borrow the true authority of death, the power of the “Demise” Divine Spark.
“Kid, don’t rush.” Anderdun suddenly said.
—*Boom*
The ice frost on the sword was shattered, and the Knight Commander raised his arm, knocking away the edge of “End.” Trist’s eyes were filled with icy cold as he pulled up his great halberd and thrust it towards him!
“End” was raised to block his chest, and it fiercely collided with the Knight’s counterattack. Ig was sent flying back, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The enemy before him did not stop. He again pulled out the halberd’s edge, following closely behind Ig, intending to kill him by piercing his chest!
Suddenly, a spatial ripple spread through the void. Immediately after, a fierce wind howled outside the broken walls and eaves, stirring up frost-blue dragon wings that refracted the moonlight, obscuring half the sky.
“Ig!”
The Frost Ice Dragon swooped down from mid-air, its demonic power emitting dazzling light, transforming into the figure of a slender girl. The girl gracefully raised her long spear shimmering with frost, and her slender, delicate body shielded Ig. Her youthful, beautiful face seemed tinged with frost, and she pointed her spear at the Knight Commander and thrust it out!
The spear and halberd collided, and the Dragon Clan girl’s immense power caused the Knight Commander’s palm to ache. He stamped his battle boots on the ground and retreated.
Ophi also flew back, her spear leaving straight marks on the ground.
However, as a Dragon Clan girl who was already very close to Star level, her physique was far stronger than the black-haired young man who had just broken through. Even enduring a Star-level expert’s full-power attack only caused her jade cheeks to turn slightly red and her chest to heave.
“Hmm, so much blood… Ig, are you alright?”
Ig clutched his chest, blood flowing from his mouth. Ophi anxiously helped him up. The girl’s slender jade hand wiped the wounds on his face, her frost-blue, gem-like brilliant big eyes filled with worry.
“I’m fine… nothing serious.”
Ig cursed Anderdun in his heart. It was likely that this old demon knew Ophi was arriving and that he was not in mortal danger, which was why he had allowed Trist to stab him.
Of course, Ig was not seriously injured. After all, he had already advanced to Crystal, and the attack that couldn’t kill him before had only inflicted some injuries on Ig.
Ophi was not alone. It was likely that after Irene confirmed Verafia’s location, she had used space magic to transport them over.
Behind the girl were not only Shiel, Tais, and others, including the Kasha followers they brought, and the soldiers who remained loyal to Shiel, who joined the battle and quickly began to turn the tide.
Ig also saw Ain and the red-haired loli Niya appear, drawing their elven longbows and shooting arrows that shattered the clergymen’s incantation divine arts.
Only then did Ig feel a slight sense of relief.
“But Little Fei, what about the Young Lady…?”
“Veer? Miss Tais went to help her.”
Ophi helped the young man up. Through the girl, Ig could also see the pink-haired girl heading towards her. “Then, what about this Trist…?”
Suddenly, a soft footsteps sounded beside him. Ig looked up and saw the elven girl of the silver moon walk past him, her slender hand lightly holding a beautiful long sword that refracted the night sky and moonlight.
A star’s aura, like moonlight seeping in, the silver-haired elf’s aura, though seemingly gentle, was like flowing water, occupying more than half of the space. Her gaze was clear and cold as she met the Knight Commander’s solemn expression.
“Lord Trist, your aura… it seems your domain has been severed, and you were even forced to reveal a wisp of frost by Ig?”
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The hall of the Inquisition was not very spacious. The battle between a Star-level expert and Ig, coupled with the skirmishes of dozens of people, already occupied most of the space, and even quite a few people were affected by the aftermath of the attacks.
But for Verafia, this was not a hindrance. Although she had no magic power, her figure was agile enough to shuttle through the gaps in the battlefield.
Coupled with the assistance of magic scrolls, even with Count Hyde releasing his magic with all his might, and the assistance of several soldiers, they still couldn’t completely capture her.
She even had the thought to care about Count Robert and Ig, who was being blown away by Trist’s spear strikes.
Although it hadn’t been long, under the siege of clergymen and soldiers, many of Robert’s knights had fallen, and he himself had suffered no light injuries, but fortunately, his life was not in danger.
As for Ig, although he appeared extremely tragic under the Knight Commander’s attacks, Verafia could sense that with the Creation Divine Spark and Anderdun’s power, it would be quite difficult for Ig to be killed.
Therefore, she only felt a little heartache in her heart.
The girl suddenly tilted her delicate face upwards. From her fingers, a magic scroll unleashed, suddenly stabbing out a golden brilliant sword over ten meters long. After Count Hyde hurriedly dodged, it pierced an armored knight beside him with a “chi” sound and pinned him to the ground.
The noble youth was enraged and no longer bothered with pity for the fair sex. He suddenly raised his staff, and a faint blue light shone brightly on the magic stone at the top of the staff. Condensed in mid-air, a torrent of magic rushed out from the magic array.
But Verafia was naturally well-prepared. With a thought, after the magic scroll was used, the dissipated magic traces re-condensed, forming substantial spells. In the flickering brilliant golden light, it seemed to ignite flame light, transforming into a shield that blocked in front of her.
Verafia only sealed her magic power, which did not mean her magical attainments did not exist. Even without relying on the authority of flame, her spellcasting attainments far surpassed Count Hyde’s.
By forcibly capturing the dispersed magic traces released by the magic scroll through her spiritual power and re-condensing them to release defensive spells, although unthinkable, it was not impossible.
The next moment, the torrent of magic struck the erected shield. Verafia took a step back. The majority of the opponent’s enraged strike was offset. At the same time, her slender jade little hand picked up the magic gun, its moon-silver metal surface smooth and refined, with magic runes lighting up one after another.
The magic gun in her hand needed to accumulate energy to unleash its full power.
Moreover, according to Verafia’s estimation, Count Hyde also had the protection of frost within his body. With her current condition, even if her full-power shot hit him, it might not kill him, but…
A loud noise suddenly came from behind her, and her gaze flickered slightly. Even without turning her head, Verafia could sense Ophi’s magical traces.
“Little Fei, and Shiel and the others also came?”
She had this thought, and the next moment, she heard the sound of the ice dragon girl colliding with Trist’s spear and halberd. She raised her golden eyes, and seeing her magic shield about to dissipate, she immediately moved her delicate body, and a stream of light shot out from the magic gun she raised.