I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 687

Chapter 145 The Shadow’s Long Sword
The dense light did not slow down at all due to Shiel’s cry, surging like a tide.
Above the golden cross of flames, Azer had not eaten for three days, too exhausted to even make a sound. However, his ice-blue eyes were slightly raised, and the brilliance of ice and flame fell upon his pupils.
The Cardinal in the divine garment walked towards him, “However, covering this land with ice and frost, after the Frost Calamity, it will only be an evil god. Humanity needs a god. Burn away the ice and frost—he will become a god!”
Unlike his usual self, the Cardinal’s stern and solemn tone was now filled with a trace of madness, as if the madness that had been suppressed in his heart for so long had been unleashed.
To create their own god using the heart of the Frost God! A true deity, not a symbol of illusory faith!
This was Bro’s obsession.
“Bro, will Azer, my brother… still be him?” Shiel’s face was pale.
“Why would a true god need human emotions?”
The Cardinal Bishop retorted.
Shiel placed her palm on her staff. The Cardinal chuckled coldly, raised his right hand, and the ripples of the Sacred Domain surged again, colliding with the flaming demonic power that Niya was barely sustaining. Not only did Shiel stagger, but even the red-haired girl gritted her teeth, finding it difficult to hold on.
Bro was the only Saint Rank. Although he was somewhat surprised that Niya had blocked the power of the Sacred Domain, it was not difficult for him to stop them by using his magic.
“No one will disturb us anymore.”
The Cardinal Bishop walked up to Azer, looking at his flame-like red hair, “Trist told me about you a long time ago. Young man, it is your honor to become a new god.”
Azer made no sound. Or rather, under the domain of the Saint Rank, Cardinal Bro did not allow him to utter his last words as a human.
He picked up Mistetinn’s Staff. On the red-haired young man’s chest, a faint but real flame of light ignited.
The light of blazing flames instantly illuminated the golden Sacred Domain.
Tais and the others watched with disbelief, but for Verafia, the burning crimson was her flame law.
“No wonder they chose Azer… do they think he can bear the will of the Frost God?”
Verafia murmured to herself. But in her eyes, the actions of this Saint Cardinal were utterly foolish and insane!
Creating a deity artificially, how could it be so simple!
Verafia herself had become the Goddess of Flame after the God King of Flame fell, and her own flame divinity had ignited new flames.
Moreover, she had not entirely usurped the flame divinity. Instead, in a rather coincidental situation, her obsession allowed her to be reborn as “Verafia.”
That was why she had become a Goddess Princess.
Even in the late stages of the Era of Gods, to resist the rule of the gods, countless human sages and wise men of various races had not tried to create true gods by seizing divinity. Instead, they chose to forge Sacred Swords.
What Cardinal Bro held in his hand was not precisely the divinity of the Frost God… it was condensed from the authority of the Frost Calamity, and instead, it resembled the Demon King’s Heart that Elith had given to Ig back then.
But if this Cardinal were to recklessly shove this heart into Azer’s chest, even with the scepter in his hand, Verafia still felt that it was more likely that the young man would not be able to withstand the backlash of a god’s law and would be corrupted into a monster of the Frost Calamity.
“Could it be that the followers of the Frost Calamity wanted him to do this deliberately by letting this heart fall into Bro’s hands?”
Unlike Shiel, who was pale beside her, Verafia still had the mental capacity to think.
“But this is not right… stripping oneself of one’s laws and authority is a great loss even for a fully developed deity, requiring centuries of recovery.”
“Moreover, they took the risk of giving up a Frost Calamity heart just to make Azer fall?”
This was no better than finding that guy Ig. At least, he was still this young lady’s God’s Chosen.
Verafia slightly raised her clear eyes. Around them, within the Saint’s domain, apart from the broken remnants of walls, the sky was quiet, and the moonlight was serene; no trace of the Frost God’s will was visible.
Of the Frost Calamity followers present, only Trist and Count Hyde remained. With them alone, how could they possibly affect a Saint holding a sacred artifact…
—Wait.
Verafia’s golden eyes suddenly narrowed. She had forgotten someone—Kaino, the “God’s Chosen Knight,” who had been crushed by Cardinal Bro’s Sacred Domain from the very beginning.
Making that judgment was not difficult. After all, Kaino’s strength was only Platinum, and he had fought fiercely with Azer in the Knight Competition. Being crushed by a Saint’s domain that sank into mountains and seas was only to be expected.
The title “God’s Chosen Knight” might have been Cardinal Bro’s mockery of the Frost Calamity Knight before his death.
However, Verafia suddenly remembered that among the sword techniques Kaino used when fighting Azer, there were traces of the “Calis” sword technique that she was familiar with.
At that time, she had already guessed that there might be other existences behind Kaino…
Verafia’s thoughts did not even have time to pause. Behind Cardinal Bro, Kaino, who should have been completely gone, stood up alive under the oppressive weight of endless light and the Sacred Domain.
Moreover, his movements were unimpeded or paused, as if a Saint’s domain did not exist before him.
There was no shadow behind Kaino. The shadow had turned into a pitch-black sharp sword in his hand. His face was filled with a sinister grin as he stabbed downwards behind Cardinal Bro!
This all happened in an instant. In fact, except for Verafia, even Irene, who was a Star powerhouse, and Cardinal Bro himself, a Saint, did not react at all.
—It was as if this had transcended the mortal realm, surpassing time and space.
Hiss—!!
The old priest’s chest, his divine robe, flesh, and the seemingly endless light were all torn to shreds by this shadowy sword.
The Bishop’s figure stiffened. Even though his expression could not be seen from behind, one could imagine his panic and unwillingness to die suddenly, just as his great undertaking was about to succeed.
Verafia’s gaze was fixed on the shadowy sword Kaino thrust. Without a doubt, this was a sword technique performed by the existence behind him, using Kaino’s shadow.
It was not merely a familiar sword technique.
What Verafia saw was a twisted power of destruction and deathly stillness, incompatible with the material of the world.
But this was not pure energy. Instead, it was a truly existing “substance.”
She thought of twenty years ago.
Twenty years ago, Disax, the supreme ruler of destruction among the Star Gods, invaded this world. However, under the betrayal of “Fate” Kena, he was killed by Lancaster, and his remains were suppressed with a Sacred Sword and the back of a world.
The energy surging on Kaino’s shadow sword was indistinguishable from the Seed of Destruction and the pitch-black sword. It was, indeed, the shattered fragments of Disax, the Star God’s!