I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 725

The young lady, even though the one who should protect her… it’s you who brought her danger and disaster!
Ig felt a tremor of fear. He didn’t dare to look at the young girl’s face anymore, afraid that her eyes would contain complaints and resentment.
However, Ig still slowly turned his face.
In his sight, the beautiful and soft girl was forcefully beating the crystallized demonic barrier, even using Mistetinn’s Staff to smash it hard. Her exquisite and flawless face was panicked, her gold eyes frantic, and she cried out his name loudly.
“Ig, hurry up and let this young lady out! The Frost God is about to descend, I can help you—well, at least let me stand with you…”
“Kid, are you worried about her?”
Anderdun’s playful laughter sounded, “But the Frost God’s target is you. This woman actually still can’t let go of you… Heh heh, she actually loves you.”
Ig turned his face back. No matter how frantically the girl cried out, it felt like knives cutting into his heart, but he remained stone-hearted.
It wasn’t that Ig feared the guilt, but rather, he was afraid of seeing the girl’s face again, seeing her worry and care for him, and then he himself would burst into tears.
“The young lady’s love… I am fortunate.”
Ig said, “But, I swear, I will protect her. However, this should be my responsibility instead.”
Since that was the case, how could he let his girl bear it?
A rumble echoed from the sky. It was as if the entire world was shaking. The ice-blue frost and snow dyed its light all over the earth. A grand will, reaching an unreachable reverence, truly arrived in this world amidst the roaring storm.
Ig vaguely saw a huge eye formed from ice. Half of it was detached and stern, while the other half was a terrifying chaos intertwined with madness and hatred.
—As the girl said, the Frost God had descended.
The ice-blue light shone before him. Ig raised his head.
“Anderdun, as we agreed, give me all your power.”
“Heh heh, facing a deity, and you’re pulling me into such a risk… However, even if I didn’t do anything, you might have been swallowed by my will.”
The black skeletal phantom let out a chilling voice that made people tremble, its eyes like gloomy ghost fire falling on him, “However, even so, I’ll leave half of your consciousness.”
As the voice fell, the power of death poured into Ig’s body without reservation. His heart trembled heavily, then fell still. The power from the depths of death was wantonly altering his flesh and blood, his body.
Ig grasped the End, where gray mist spread.
At the moment the deity descended, the surrounding dense frost became its flesh and blood, its power. The vortex of ice and frost surged in like a gaping maw, and the ice-bound domain of time and space cracked under the surge of power.
The blocking magic curtain suddenly began to collapse and disintegrate on its own. Verafia was startled, but suddenly saw the shattered magic being ignited by death’s black flames, and the power, twisting space, forcibly tore through the solidified void of ice!
“Ig, what are you doing, do you want to abandon me?”
It sounded like an exasperated voice, like an accusation, but a faint sob could be heard. Verafia clutched her aching chest, seeing that the young man ignored her, and anxiously raised her face again:
“Anderdun, if you dare to help him, I won’t let you off!”
The stream of light tore the void to shreds, drowning out the girl’s angry voice.
Ig’s palm trembled slightly, but he tightly gripped the End. He silently raised his face, his body, his bones creaking, covered with a thick layer of white frost.
Even death’s black flames couldn’t melt it.
The ice roared before him, like the deity’s furious roar, mockery, hatred, but more than that, it was greed!
The deity behind the frost let out a ferocious laugh.
“You want to devour me… but I still want to see the young lady again.”
He simply replied like this, and the sword he raised, entwined with endless death, struck into the descending frost!
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The ice storm roared across the pale land. The sky was torn to shreds, and fragments of space ripped her robe, cutting painful wounds on her tender and pure white skin.
The girl’s slender body swayed precariously as if a soft breeze would blow her away. But she tightly bit her lips with her teeth, trying to get up again in the frost and snow.
“Mmm, this idiot… Is he really determined to leave me behind like this?”
She, who had been shouting angrily, now sobbed softly. Tears overflowed from her gold eyes and slid down her porcelain-white skin, dripping onto the ground and melting the pure white snow.
Verafia weakly lifted her head. Her exquisite, pure white, delicate and soft hands touched the frosty falling snow. The bone-chilling cold almost made her lose consciousness, leaving her numb with pain.
The cold wind buffeted her delicate body. She tightly gritted her silver teeth, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the side. On her slender jade wrist, the exquisite crystal bracelet could no longer withstand the severe cold of the Frost God’s descent, and fine cracks spread across it.
This was a gift Ig had once given her. He wanted to prevent her from being disturbed by the frost…
She tightly held her wrist. Before her eyes, it was still a vast expanse of frosty white. The anomaly of the Frost God’s descent turned the night into day, and it could be seen in horror for miles around, even across the entire continent.
Although Verafia couldn’t clearly see the Frost God’s true form, the deity’s furious roars reached her ears.
Yes, Ig… he wanted to teleport her to a place beyond the reach of frost. But this idiot, only borrowing Anderdu’s power, could barely break through the frost laws, and could only send her to a field a dozen miles away.
Ig wanted her to escape. She was the goddess of flames, and even if the laws were disrupted by that bastard, it wouldn’t be difficult to escape the sight of a deity who was being held back.
But…
Tears couldn’t stop falling from her face.
It was as if she could see the blade edge of the frost easily tearing open his chest, and the withering and destructive power, flourishing wantonly, yet forcibly healing and regenerating amidst the dark power of death.
Yes, even if that idiot was truly Rieloti, his reliance was still Anderdu and that divine spark of death.
His power, not exceeding that of a demigod, facing a true deity, even just to hold them back, was incredibly difficult.
He would even fall in the frost before long.
“Idiot.”
She suddenly murmured softly, her slender hand wiping the tears from her face. The girl’s exquisite and flawless cheeks slightly lifted, her golden hair blown by the frost wind, creating a beautiful, yet sorrowful smile.
Idiot, do you think… you’re the only one who loves me? Do you think by doing this, you’ll make the young lady feel guilty, and then she won’t hate you?
She stood up bit by bit, the corners of her youthful lips curling up slightly.
Just an idiot… What right does he have to make decisions for the young lady?