I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 690

In a not-so-spacious area, Ophi held a spear, barely defending in front of the Knight Commander. However, the fierce battle between a Star-level powerhouse and a Dragon Princess was overshadowed by another.
It wasn’t that the power of a Star-level and a Dragon Princess was weak, but the surging frost and blazing flames, clearly powers beyond mortal reach, made them seem dim.
—Bang!!
Kaino intended to deal with the young girls on the other side, but Ig, who had just been repelled, raised his sword and blocked in front of him.
A cold sneer crossed his face, and he raised Mistetinn’s Staff, transforming it into a long and elegant sword edge. Then, in the air, it cleaved down, leaving a sword mark that seemed to represent death and frost!
The blazing fire and ice clashed again, with sharp sounds causing large amounts of white mist to evaporate. Under the water vapor, the impact, which could easily tear through steel, tore through the ground the moment the sword edges collided, instantly erupting outwards.
Shiel hurriedly picked up her staff, the magic stone flashing. The summoned magic shield blocked in front of them. But even so, their figures were still sent flying.
However, Shiel did not moan, but instead turned her face with worry, calling out, “Miss Verafia!”
“Ugh… I’m fine.”
Behind her, Verafia was once again blown back by the shockwave. Her pure white nun’s robe, and even her beautiful, magnificent golden hair, were messy, looking quite disheveled. She lightly bit her pearly teeth, raised her little head, and shook her head as she spoke.
Azer stood in front of them, his fiery red hair fluttering. He raised his sword and slashed straight down.
The tearing gale swept behind him, but the power of ice and blazing flames clashing against his sword caused his figure, as firm as a rock like a knight, to sway uncontrollably.
Azer’s original sword had already been confiscated by the Church. What he had now was a temporary one brought by Shiel.
Furthermore, he hadn’t drunk a drop of water in the three days he was imprisoned. Even though Shiel was very worried and forcefully poured a large bottle of life potion into him, his face flushed as he endured the aftershocks of the law, appearing quite strained.
However, the young man’s attention was more focused on feeling the power of the impact. Besides the will of the Frost Calamity, which was considered a disaster more than ten years ago, another color, of flames, was also not unfamiliar.
On the slightly tilted sword edge, starlight flickered.
Azer slightly turned his face and saw the white-robed girl standing behind him, being carefully helped up by the pink-haired girl.
Verafia also saw the red-haired young man’s gaze. Guessing that he already knew her identity, she blinked her golden eyes and pretended not to know anything.
Fortunately, it was Shiel who helped her stand up. Azer knew the girl’s true identity… When their gazes met, he didn’t know how to face her. He felt a sense of fear in his heart and uncomfortably averted his gaze.
A hint of resentment and sadness flashed across Shiel’s eyes, and she gently bit her youthful red lips.
Verafia was no stranger to such an expression. She remembered that when they were traveling, Ophi had complained to her about it many times, even saying with a wronged tone that they were both her friends, yet they deliberately showed affection in front of her.
This time, even this young lady was made to witness such public displays of affection… But, it’s only natural, isn’t it!
The young girl suddenly had such a thought.
After all, in the past, he was seen as a junior whom she, as his lord, needed to protect. Now, he appeared before her as a beautiful girl, and… it seemed like it, she really liked him. Anyone would feel a sense of panic and not know how to face it.
—Wait. Why is it different for this young lady!
Clearly, she was still his respected senior, his idol. As a girl, she appeared before him, and even got together with him for free… but why didn’t he show any embarrassment? Every time, it was this young lady who would get shy!
Verafia thought indignantly. She puffed up her fair cheeks in annoyance.
Of course, such thoughts only flashed through her mind. Her young man was still tightly gripping his long sword, defending them from the storm of the Frost Calamity.
—Roar!!
The ice spreading through the air and the final strike of the burning flames clashed heavily. Kaino sneered again. Around him, the laws of frost continuously corroded space. Mistetinn’s Staff transformed into a long sword edge. The devastating slash almost extinguished the flames.
Azer stepped forward to shield the young girls and Niya. The side of his long sword reflected cold frost, shining on his solemn face.
He could clearly see that compared to Kaino, who had swallowed the heart of the Frost Calamity and held Mistetinn’s Sword, Ig was at a distinct disadvantage. Even the laws of flames couldn’t resist the corrosion of frost.
Ig’s ability to hold on until now relied on the chilling demonic power that suddenly appeared like a dark night, the illusory image of the Sacred Sword condensed in his hand, and many laws of two divine sparks within his body that Azer’s vision couldn’t discern at all.
“Kaino, you not only swallowed the heart of the Frost Calamity… how come Mistetinn’s Staff, this sacred relic of flames, has become the sword of the Frost Calamity in his hands?”
“Because this staff is not just a sacred relic of flames…”
Verafia said softly.
In the description by Cardinal Bro earlier, the faith of the “Fire Saint” on Aer Continent was brought by a falling meteor of fire from the sky.
Perhaps, sacred relics like the “Deep Burning Stone” in the Church were formed from fragments of the remains of falling meteors. However, Mistetinn’s Staff was originally the “tree” of this continent, which was ignited by celestial fire and possessed the attribute of flame.
Now, in Kaino’s hands, driven by the heart of the Frost Calamity, it naturally condensed frost and transformed into the sword of the Frost Calamity.
Regarding this sword… Verafia, as the goddess of flames, could see much more than Azer and Shiel.
In her eyes, even though Kaino had swallowed the heart of the Frost Calamity and his body was protected by the laws of frost, the level of his life was far from perfect.
Even at the same realm, he might not necessarily defeat Ig, who was her God’s Chosen and had refined the Demon King’s Heart.
The reason Kaino completely suppressed Ig was precisely due to Mistetinn’s Staff, which had transformed into an ice sword in his hands.
—In Verafia’s eyes, this scepter could even be compared to “Levia-Satan”, the “Sword of Destruction” once wielded by the Blazing God King Herafir, which had once burned all heavens and destroyed a world.
In Kaino’s hands, it was impossible to unleash even one ten-thousandth of its power.
Yet, even so, in just a blink of an eye, dozens of ice shard wounds were inflicted on Ig’s body, forcing him into perilous situations, as if he would fall at any moment.
Ig still struggled desperately to block the spreading ice.
… This is, her young man. She couldn’t let him bear it alone.
Verafia closed her golden eyes for a moment. She lightly bit her silver teeth, suddenly supported her slender body and stood up, turning to the pink-haired girl: “Shiel, can you lend me your staff?”