I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 766

Chapter 5 The Abyss and the Flower of the Dark Moon
The Wood Elf Girl tilted her face upwards, her big green eyes lost in thought, murmuring, “They even came when I left, how could this be…”
Ig’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The Dwarf Kingdom’s royal palace had a map of the Elf Kingdom. The “Nordoran Spring Eye” that Ainser spoke of was not far from the Tree of Life, and it was a town controlled by the Sky City of Sky.
This land was undoubtedly adjacent to the territory of Sky City, which was the Tree of Life… and more than that, according to Ainser, even when the Dwarf King was attacked a year ago, this territory was still controlled by the Elves of the Tree of Life.
But what presented itself now was undoubtedly a scene corrupted by the night.
“This past year since Senior Mude’s assassination… was it indeed to allow the Dark Elves to invade without hesitation?”
Ig squatted down, picking up a clump of moist soil with his fingers. The traces of battle around might have faded with the passage of time, but through the True Sight Eye, Ig could still sense the residual demonic power.
It was clear that a battle of considerable scale had broken out here between the Elves and their corrupted kin, the Dark Elves.
Shrouded by the dark moon and the gloom of night, everyone’s thoughts became much more cautious. Moreover, this was not a deserted wilderness; the spatial fluctuations caused by the Elf Gate would undoubtedly attract attention.
“And over there, it seems… there are fluctuations of demonic power. Could it be that some Elves are fighting?”
Hesitating for a moment, Ophi lifted her slender, fair fingertips, pointed, turned her head, and said to Ig.
Everyone’s expression turned solemn. The dwarf warrior Gavin instructed the warriors following him, splitting half of them to scout the surroundings, while he led the rest to investigate in the direction Ophi pointed.
Ig and Ophi, along with a few other girls, chose to follow this Saint-level dwarf warrior.
As the desolate moonlight shone down coldly, Ig gently touched the hilt of the End, and his brow furrowed involuntarily.
It wasn’t just the gloom of the moonlight and the oppressive stillness.
“Even though it’s nighttime… there shouldn’t be no signs of life at all. It’s as if it was washed away by the tide of the black moon, but even so, what about those fallen Dark Elves?”
The Wood Elf Girl raised her pure white face, murmuring with unease in her heart.
The Dragon Clan girl beside him also winced, tugging his arm, and turned her head to ask, “Ig, have you discovered something?”
“I can’t say I’ve discovered anything… but I’ve sensed something. Little Fei, look there.”
Ig said, glancing sideways. His gaze fell upon a withered branch, where the gloomy moonlight reflected off the remaining corruption, revealing a small withered flower.
Even though it had completely faded, the gloomy corruption, like the dark night, still exuded a terrifying aura. It was not a simple residual demonic power…
Ophi approached Ig. She hesitated, then turned her head and saw Ig nod at her. He extended his slender fingers, covered in dense ice demonic power, and carefully touched the withered branch.
*Csi csi*. A crisp sound. The demonic power, belonging to a Royal-ranked Dragon, with Star-level power, and even a portion of the Frost God’s origin integrated into it, showed slight cracks, and a trace of corrupt darkness invaded.
Ophi raised her head in surprise: “This is…”
“It should be the residual demonic power of the Abyssal Church,”
Ig’s eyes flickered as he said. He also extended his hand, a layer of demonic power covering his fingers, and picked up the decaying flower with the residual abyssal mark.
The End in his hand chimed softly. Although it hadn’t transformed into a Sword Spirit girl, Ig could easily understand its meaning.
He had once met an Abyss Swordsman named Hodelea, whose swordsmanship had left an abyssal brand on the End.
Even in Lothringel, in the church where Ig killed Douglas, the pure white “Saintess” named Iris, to avoid Verafia, had used this abyssal imprint to meet him.
Although Ig had never truly used the power of the Abyss, it was not difficult for him to detect its presence.
“Traces of the Abyss… But the Abyssal Church and that ‘Saintess’, aren’t they still in the Peka Kingdom? How could they appear in the Elf Kingdom?”
Ophi showed an incredulous expression, her frost-blue eyes widening slightly beneath her slender eyelashes.
Ig brushed his palm over the End, and the softly chiming long sword quieted down, as if comforting the girl within the sword. Then, he raised his face and said to the ice-blue girl, “Perhaps, the Abyssal Church… has long had its intentions on the Elves’ Tree of Life.”
In fact, this was not difficult to guess.
When they first met Ainser, the Wood Elf Miss, who was still very naive, had mentioned that the abyssal imprint left on the End was very similar to the dark night power that caused the corruption of the Elves.
Before coming, Ig had already prepared himself mentally, so seeing the traces of the Abyss now was not unexpected.
Hearing Ig’s words, including the dwarf warrior Gavin, fell into silence, their expressions becoming solemn.
They, residing in the Mountain Kingdom, had only heard about the Abyss suppressed by the Empire, and the abyssal tide that invaded Lichen’s dark night on the night the Sword King fell. However, they had never even encountered any Abyssal follower, yet the mere rumors were enough to make them wary of such power.
Fingers involuntarily gripping the hem of her skirt, Ainser couldn’t help but look up: “Then, Ig, do you mean that for this past year, they, in alliance with the Magic Kingdom, injured His Majesty the Dwarf King, with the real goal of joining forces with the Abyssal followers to corrupt the Tree of Life?”
Ig hesitated and shook his head.
In fact, Ig did not know much about the Abyss or Iris, their “Saintess.” As for Ainser’s question, it was merely a baseless guess. If only Veer were still here…
He couldn’t help but touch the phoenix egg in his embrace, but soon looked up at the silver-haired elf beside him.
Ainsia had returned to this Elf world with them.
The Elf girl who had fled her homeland due to the black moon tide and gone to the Frost Lands became more and more silent as she approached her homeland. Under this night sky, she had been gazing silently at a dark moon in the sky.
Sensing the young man’s gaze, the Silver Moon Elf came back to her senses, a gentle smile appearing on her exquisite face as she looked at him: “Mr. Ig, do you have a question for me?”
Ig nodded: “I remember Miss Ain told me that the legendary ‘Black Moon Tide’ began with the dark moon in the night sky corrupting the sky above the Tree of Life?”