I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 769

Ig pulled Ophis behind him, and End collided with the dark elf’s sword.
“Clang!” a crisp sword cry echoed. After the sword light, the seemingly slender girl’s figure was as if struck by layered tides.
Ig’s arm sank, and a cold demonic power corroded him. The face he raised, behind the sword’s shadow, was met with a playful smile on the dark elf girl’s exquisite face.
“Bang!”
The shadow sword struck End. Ig retreated, his figure shifting. The dark elf’s sword shadow was like flowing moonlight, yet it sliced past him. The dark elf let out a soft laugh, her slender toes touching the ground. The shadow sword, pointing downwards, pierced directly towards the young girls behind Ig.
Ophis’s eyes widened as she watched. Gritting her silver teeth, her slender hand grabbed the dragon spear and firmly blocked in front of Ain, spreading crystal-clear frost onto the ground.
“Tsk tsk, originally, these were prepared for Lorinta and those few Sacred Tree Knights. I never expected to encounter envoys of the dwarves…”
The dark elf stroked her long sword. Moonlight flowed like water on the ground, like a beautiful dance. A thread of dark, yet undeniably powerful, Saint Rank aura ignited on her body. She raised her slender hand, and then a moon arc of brilliance slashed down!
“You know, Sister Lorinta— wait, you’re Evansta!”
Behind the ice dragon girl, Ain saw her face and couldn’t help but exclaim.
The slender sword blade was swift, and shimmering fine radiance passed through her dark silver hair, adorning the dark elf’s exquisite face. In her eyes, she saw Evansta, the dark elf ranger, who had once come to Lorincel with the necromancer Rog.
“Brother Ig, Miss Ophi!”
The suddenly appearing dark elf collided with Ig’s sword. It was only an instant, but it was enough for Gavin and other powerful dwarf warriors to react. Immense demonic power surged within their bodies, like storm hammers, about to crash into the dark elf’s body.
However, Evansta merely smiled faintly. On her slender wrist, a thread of dark demonic power twisted. Suddenly, the entire quiet elf town was stirred by a dark wind, as if a covering curtain was blown open. Faint bloody scents blew with the wind, reflecting dim moonlight in the sound of flowing spring water.
“This is—”
The runes buried beneath the dark moon instantly lit up. An infinite black curtain seemed to be pulled down, followed by sword blades hidden behind the dark moon!
The dwarf warriors let out panicked cries. Metal clashed with swords, and terrifying demonic power fluctuations erupted. But it only stirred the curtain slightly. Evansta lightly clasped her slender sword. A faint moonlight enveloped her, and she lightly raised her face, smiling as she looked at Ain behind Ophis.
“You still remember me. However, I never guessed… that the little princess of the Bransta family would be among the dwarf team.”
As her voice fell lightly, Evansta’s steps landed on the frost that spread before her. She smiled faintly, and then a shattering sound occurred. Her slender sword shadow slashed out seemingly without effort.
The shattered frost was instantly corroded by the murky moonlight. Ophis gritted her silver teeth. Today, she was the ice dragon of the stars. She was perfectly aware of the hidden power within the dark elf’s seemingly ordinary sword strike. However, without any hesitation, she stepped forward to block the moonlight.
Ain was still just a crystal… Even if the dark elf before her didn’t seem to intend to harm her immediately, being hit by such an attack would cost her life.
The magnificent ice crystals shattered like wilting flowers under the moonlight. Her spear blade tilted, struck by the sword’s shadow.
The ice dragon girl let out a pained grunt. Even for Ophis, being able to keep up with an attack from a Saint Rank was incredibly difficult. Yet, the power from the Sacred Domain still made the girl’s slender arm tremble.
Even Ain could hear the sound of slender ice crystals shattering, like exquisite crystal being ground down bit by bit by the metal sword.
Ophis clenched her silver teeth tightly. Suddenly, crystal-like dragon scales spread across her body, and a sacred, majestic power manifested. The dark elf let out a soft “hmm,” feeling a hint of threat from this dragon girl.
Even if she couldn’t necessarily defeat her, she could undoubtedly hold her back.
But…
Suddenly, her slender sword blade slanted. The surging Sacred Domain power surged like a gushing sea, but instead of attacking, it cut through space and then pushed it aside!
“But, I don’t need to defeat you either…”
Evansta looked at the ice dragon girl’s suddenly panicked frost-blue eyes and her repeated attempts to attack, a slightly mocking smile appearing on her beautiful face.
In her sight, Ophis was still blocking in front of Ain, but the space between the two girls had undoubtedly been divided.
She hadn’t lied before… While staying in this town, Evansta’s target was the Sacred Tree Knight named “Lorinta.”
The reason Evansta had sensed the spatial fluctuations before and hadn’t acted, merely reporting the information, was because these dwarves were not weak. Even their Saint Rank wasn’t below her, and even with the Dark Moon, she didn’t have the confidence to win.
However, upon discovering Ain among them, she immediately made a choice.
—Even if without her power, the “Black Blade” assassins like Gavin and the others would likely be unable to escape, but as long as she captured this wood elf…
Facing prey that had been so close so many times, the usually cool and beautiful eyes of the dark elf showed a rare fervor.
“The little princess of the Bransta family… just needs to sleep for a while.” Evansta murmured with a light smile, but the sword shadow in her hand slashed down without pause.
Cold moonlight flashed in the air. The fire pigeon in the wood elf’s arms flapped its wings, spitting out flames powerful enough to burn through mountains.
“This pigeon again, or the law of that goddess? But… this time it’s different!”
The sword shadow rippled in mid-air, slashed down by Evansta. With a flash of brilliance, the flames were divided and scattered.
Suddenly, beneath the flame light, a crisp “clang” sounded. A long, straight sword blocked the sword light. The dark moon shadow fell, only to be melted by the burning golden flames.
Specks of brilliance reflected on the long sword, subtly possessing an elegant and gorgeous quality.
But it was a young man who held up the long sword. End blocked under the shadow of the dark moon.
“The curtain of the Dark Moon River can withstand at least ten attacks from a Saint Rank. How did you—”
The dark elf looked up in surprise. But her eyes felt as if they had been pricked. The azure blue eyes of the black-haired young man seemed to flicker with starlight, giving her a feeling of being seen through.
Behind the young man, the heavy black curtain seemed to have been cut by the sword, and the dark moon’s radiance was tinged with residual golden flames.
“You want to ask about the curtain formed by fragments taken from the Dark Moon Tide? That seems to be formed by the laws of a deity… but it’s not as good as Veer’s laws.”