I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 727

Suddenly, Ig’s pupils contracted heavily. He raised the long sword blocking the frost and trembled, turning his head in disbelief.
“Kid, what do you want to do!” Anderdun roared.
In the instant Ig was stunned, the Ice God laughed wantonly, storms and blizzards surging. Frost and ice formed divine swords, knocking the End aside. The death aura emanating from his body withered and froze, falling to the ground.
It was as if, in the next moment, the long sword formed by the Frost God’s laws was about to pierce his heart. Even for Anderdun, who had been immortal, such an injury would be difficult to withstand!
But Ig seemed to feel nothing. His eyes were wide open, filled with unbelievable shock and confusion.
He felt a familiar warmth, one that he feared at this moment.
“Boom!”
The laws shrieked like a river of ice and frost coursing through the sky. The Frost God’s divine sword struck down, but at the last moment, it stopped abruptly.
Only when a crisp sound of shattering was heard from the divine sword of ice and frost did it reveal the passage of time.
A slender flame stood in front of the frost, preventing the Frost God from delivering the final blow to the young man.
The luxurious and magnificent flame light reflected on the frost, piercing his eyes.
Ig dared not close his eyes. The ice melted, and searing white mist hit his body, blurring his vision.
A slender and beautiful figure emerged from the vast storm and snow. She walked silently in the sky, igniting all the cold and frost.
“Veer! How could you—”
The light of the flames stung Ig’s eyes. He forced them open.
The flawless girl was still that slender, sickly, and pitiable delicate figure. Her golden hair, brilliant like dawn, blew gently.
She was still wearing that pure white dress. The lace edges of her stockings and the pure white stockings with garters wrapped her slender, fair legs. Her delicate feet gently stepped on the round-toed leather shoes adorned with flowers.
In the past, even though this was a slightly serious attire, it still highlighted the girl’s cute and charming appearance.
But the flames burning on her were not the familiar golden flames that seemed noble and magnificent, but rather… a scarlet blazing flame, like a red lotus.
It seemed to be the purest flame.
Ig dared not look again.
The girl ignited scarlet flames, like a sun, releasing light and heat wantonly on this ice-sealed snowy night, so dazzling and majestic that it was almost impossible to look at.
“It’s her…”
Kasslite was nailed to the sky by ice shards. She moved with difficulty, dissipating the ice and snow, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. Her frost-colored eyes watched.
“Veer!” Ophi shouted.
Seeing the flames melting the ice that enveloped the world, and the exquisite figure that emerged from it, she was surprised at first, a joyous expression appearing on her delicate face.
But then, as if realizing something, the joy on the Ice Dragon Girl’s face froze.
Tendrils of flame flickered on the girl’s delicate body. The ordinary robes and fabrics were burned by the flames, and with each step she took, magnificent scarlet flames silently wove, reflecting the light of the flames across the entire sky.
Exquisite high heels accentuated her figure. Strands of scarlet flame, as if woven from silk, formed a luxurious and opulent evening gown that fell to her slender, jade-like fair legs. Her soft, round, slender legs seemed to reflect a radiant glow.
There was nothing seductive or decadent, only a display of her magnificence and nobility.
The flames burned quietly.
Her opulent golden hair, shimmering like the sun, cascaded between the evening gown. The girl’s exquisite and flawless face still retained a slight trace of tenderness as in the past, but no one dared to regard her as the cute and delicate girl she once was.
“Young Lady…”
Ig’s hands froze in mid-air. His lips trembled as he called out.
As if hearing his voice, the girl slightly turned her face. Her golden pupils, more brilliant and resplendent than anything in the world, merely looked at him indifferently.
Such a plain and confused gaze seemed to wonder why the young man suddenly called her.
The frost and ice, far colder than the Frost God’s laws, enveloped his heart. Ig gritted his teeth tightly, his heart in agony, as if the person before him was no longer the girl he knew and loved.
“Verafia… the Goddess of Flames!”
Suddenly, the sky churned. Every falling snowflake echoed the Frost God’s sky-shattering roar. The frost and snow twisted again, shattering the night into ice mist. The river of ice and frost rushed between the earth and the sky!
The Frost God, formed from the fragmented fall of the Destruction Star God, was still incomplete, slumbering in the river of time. The will of the present world relied solely on instinct.
Whether it was devouring the earth with ice and snow, descending in its true form, or attempting to swallow Ig, or now, unleashing the Frost God’s wrath upon this Flame Goddess who had trespassed into His territory.
“Veer!”
Ig shouted in fear, instinctively wanting to shield her with his body from the Frost God’s furious strike.
However, the river of ice and frost fell, and the laws of frost froze his body, making it difficult to break free.
The storm of frost and ice only stirred a strand of her golden hair.
Just as she looked at Ig with confusion, the divine girl gently raised her face, as if questioning why such a futile anger was directed at her.
Mistetinn’s Staff was held gently in her left hand. However, the girl had no intention of wielding it.
Scarlet flames burned. Her jade hand lightly lifted, touching the vibrant and scorching gorgeous color. She gripped it lightly with her fingertips, then drew it out.
“This is—”
Ig’s eyes narrowed. The sword the girl drew out, he had seen it in the temple of flames.
In legends, the Goddess of Flames once burned the World Tree. It was the sword of flame, representing destruction and burning!
—That was the sword Laevatein, once wielded by Herafir!
The blazing flame light reflected on the girl’s flawless skin. Her exquisite face, perfect like a work of art, seemed to gain a touch of majesty and indifference.
The flame long sword was drawn from her hand. Even if it was just the phantom of the legendary sword, condensed from flames, it possessed a power that struck terror into countless hearts.
It was as if she was holding the sword of destruction, destroying the world with blazing fire, a goddess named “Destruction.”
The river of ice and snow fell.
The divine girl raised her sword and slashed.
A line of flame light cut through the frost. The river of ice laws was instantly evaporated. Brilliant scarlet flames, like scarlet blooming roses, burned wantonly in the sky, flourishing.
“Boom!”
The Ice God let out a pained roar. Cutting off the river of ice and frost, the flame’s sword edge also melted the frost and snow in the sky, striking His true body and destroying countless frost laws.