The divine maiden held the flame’s sword edge in her delicate hand. Without any exquisite sword techniques, she simply slashed indifferently, easily melting the glacier.
Sword light streaked, and the crimson flame’s firelight lingered in mid-air, with wisps of white steam rising. Even the Ice God’s domain, possessed by the Frost God, couldn’t help but collapse and disintegrate, splitting into terrifying cracks.
The tranquil night returned beneath the traces of sword light, and the quiet moonlight fell, swallowed by the surging crimson flame.
“Veer… the crimson flame, and that sword of destruction. Could it be, it’s not her, but Herafir?”
Merely the ripple from the flame sword’s slash almost made Ig unable to bear it. Waves of intense fire struck his body, and even Anderdun’s Death Magic was easily ignited.
If Ig were not a God’s Chosen of flame, and had not undergone trials in Herafir’s temple, he would have found it difficult to withstand even the aftershocks.
“But, Herafir… the God King of Flame, according to legends, did not have such a detached personality… Moreover, I just called out to her. If it were truly Herafir, why would she look at me with a questioning gaze?”
Witnessing the intense flame ignite the frost ice, and the divine maiden, wielding the flame sword, indifferently severing the Frost God’s ice, was not only Ig.
Within the vast expanse shrouded in frost, more than half of the people still remained.
The surviving people, who thought that this Frost God who had descended again would completely bury them in the frost, witnessed the stunningly beautiful goddess and the brilliant intense flame.
The scorching long sword burned away the frost, and after despairing again, their eyes showed relief and ecstasy.
However, those closer to Verafia, such as Shiel, Azer, and Ain, showed worry on their faces. Ophi was even more anxious, tears almost falling from her brilliant ice-blue gem-like eyes.
Slowly approaching, Cassleit looked up at the more brilliant and luxurious Goddess Princess in her eyes. That noble princess had regained her own power, but…
Cassleit remembered her own confusion about the maiden in the past.
She couldn’t help but sigh softly, raised her hand, and gray crows flew up. In the air, the scattered ice laws condensed again, turning into a frost shield in her slender hand, warding off the impact of the ice and fire explosion for the people on the ground.
The frost melted under the flame, and even the laws were evaporated into pale heat, which was then consumed by the intense fire that the maiden immediately slashed with her sword.
A line of crimson remained in the sky. The red flame on the maiden goddess’s sword burned brighter and brighter, its reflected brilliance illuminating her face. Her gaze remained clear and indifferent, but her delicate body was increasingly imbued with a detached will of “destruction.”
The scorching crimson intense flame burned wantonly, destroying everything it touched. After the flame of destruction was extinguished, even the ancient trees of the world were left with only ashes.
“Heh heh, no wonder Herafir, this Flame Goddess, is also called the ‘Goddess of Destruction.’ With such destructive intense fire, I’m afraid only the Demon King Your Majesty in the entire Demon Realm can compare.”
Enduring the high temperature of the flame, Anderdun exclaimed in amazement, “However, her flame bears no resemblance to your little girlfriend. Could it be that this goddess is not her?”
“No.”
Ig shook his head, his sapphire-blue eyes always fixed on the maiden goddess’s delicate body. “She is Veer… but, not entirely her.”
Ig remembered what the maiden had told him. Herafir was the first flame born in the world. At the end of the war of gods, she was severely wounded by the Sacred Sword. Before she was extinguished, she extracted a wisp of starlight.
That wisp of flame… is Verafia, or rather, the current Flame Goddess.
His young lady, that cute and lovely girl, was born from the obsession that condensed in the flame after Lord Lothel’s fall.
She called herself “Verafia,” which was the name of the Flame Goddess, but she was not “Verafia” in the absolute sense.
“All the power of flames, even the former Veer, originated from the former God King Herafir. Veer, to save me, reactivated Herafir’s divine power… so her flame turned crimson and possessed the power of destruction.”
Verafia’s flame was golden. That was because, before, her will was independent of Herafir’s.
“Young lady, her will was forced into a slumber under Herafir’s divine power… but, Herafir has not fully awakened either. She before you is not Veer, nor Herafir, but the pure Flame Goddess.”
Ig could not attribute the name of the girl he loved to this goddess.
A pure Flame Goddess… she was acting out of her divine responsibility. But, she came here, using her flame to ignite the frost… Was it because of Veer, her obsession?
A heartache, like a knife, twisted in his heart.
This foolish girl… is she still thinking of me even at this moment?
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The flame still burned in the sky, devouring the lingering frost.
Red lotus’s high heels lightly landed, and the goddess’s jade feet fired with vibrant red flames. Facing the struggling frost ice, the maiden goddess’s expression was cool and clear. She lightly raised her jade hand and slashed down with her sword again.
The brilliance of the intense fire covered half the sky.
Enveloping the entire world, the endless frost was completely evaporated under the flame’s sword edge.
Even after the frost laws were burned out, the True form of the Frost God was revealed, its body as bright and pure as frost ice, with more than one sword mark from the intense flame remaining.
“Destruction, flame… but, I am the master of destruction!”
The deity of ice roared. It was the anger born from his severe injuries and the terrifying “destruction” within the maiden’s flame.
The True form of the entire deity suddenly surged up, frost ice churning, transforming into an ice-blue cold tide.
Within the surging tide, the ice-cold divine power condensed into an ice-blue great spear, and streaks of pitch-black, withered colors flowed within the frost, emitting terrifying ripples of freezing everything and nihilistic silencing!
The maiden goddess watched indifferently, her crimson-flushed gold eyes seemingly filled with the traces of “destruction.”
The long sword was raised in her hand, a gorgeous crimson slash cut through, and in the next moment, the ice-blue long spear collapsed, and even the pervasive dark aura was evaporated by the flame!
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Finally finished… writing ten thousand words a day is too painful.
Actually, the original plan was to briefly mention Veer’s battle with the Frost God, at least until the wedding… I didn’t expect it to drag on so much… I can only postpone it again (it’s too agonizing).
PS: There isn’t much content left in this volume, and it will end in no time.
