I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 772

Chapter 11 The Sword That Slashed the Sky
Evanista’s dark silver pupils widened, filled with disbelief.
The shattered sacred light broke like broken gold in mid-air, and the descending Dark Moon Sword was blocked and halted by the staff that Ig had picked up again.
The moment they touched, the blade in Evanista’s hand trembled, and an incredibly dense life aura appeared in the night, impacting like a surging tide.
“This is the power of the Goddess of Life… No, that’s not right!”
The black-haired young man arrived at the Dark Moon’s location. As the staff swung out, dense vitality seemed to turn into substance, and all things around him sprouted and revived; the Dark Moon Elf spoke subconsciously, but immediately denied herself.
On the staff in Ig’s hand, in addition to the life aura that seemed to have substance, a dense golden flame lit up, emitting a gorgeous color amidst the rich vitality.
Evanista suppressed the shock in her heart, her dark silver hair fluttering. Biting down hard on her silver teeth, she spared no expense in burning her own Sacred Domain origin, attempting to completely repel the troublesome young man before her.
Suddenly, with a jolt, a sound like fine fragments cracking and shattering was heard.
Ophilia’s silk long dress was torn to shreds by the spatial rift, but layers of crystal-clear and exquisite dragon scales spread across her delicate skin. She slightly unfurled her exquisite wings, and frost magic condensed on her delicate body into gorgeous frost armor.
“This is—”
Evanista’s eyes widened in terror, almost losing her voice. Even before the spear aura arrived, the biting chill was even greater than the icy moonlight, and even the frost magic of the Sacred Domain could not resist it, as if it were freezing her soul.
This was not even a worldly power, but authority from a deity!
“You damn bastard… Don’t you hurt Ig!”
A girl’s voice, faintly luminous and crystalline like ice and snow, but full of anger, came from amidst the shattering sounds. The still somewhat tender dragon girl exuded an aura of majesty and nobility, as if she were a proud queen of frost dragons!
The Ice Dragon Girl forcefully pushed through the space barrier, her eyebrows knitted. Her frost-blue gem-like eyes revealed anger, and her slender little hand gripped the frost long spear heavily, thrusting it towards the dark elf’s body.
“Bang!”
The magic that froze the Saint Rank, and even the Sacred Domain, the ice layer suddenly shattered. Evanista, unable to parry, desperately dodged vital points, and the cold spear blade struck her left shoulder.
Evanista’s face suddenly turned pale, as if the all-freezing chill had caused the magic within her to stagnate.
Suddenly, the Dark Moon blade that struck the young man’s staff trembled. Evanista widened her eyes, and the black-haired young man slightly raised the staff, brilliant blazing flames extending along the staff.
The sword hilt in her hand sent a searing pain. Under the unbearable pressure, the long sword was repelled, and the radiance of the Dark Moon was crushed into fragments. Ig, holding the staff, swung out a dozen feet of brilliant light flame, like a blade of life and fire flashing, and struck her chest with a single sword!
—Boom!!
Without even being able to let out a single cry of pain, Evanista was sent flying dozens of meters away. The night-like curtain was split open by a single sword, and the clear, cool wind blew in again.
Her gaze fell upon the brilliant magic radiance, not only attached to the dwarves’ war hammers, but also to the newly appeared elf knights holding long bows and thin swords, with lush green magic filling their attacks.
Ig’s astonishment at cutting through the Dark Moon curtain also attracted the attention of the dwarves and elves.
The leading elf maiden, clad in heavy mithril plate armor, also turned her face.
Sitting on a snow-white warhorse of elven bloodline, her right hand held a great bow carved with countless runes. Her silvery-green beautiful hair was lightly tied up in a silver headband, cascading down behind her. Her silver armor had exquisite carvings, but more conspicuous was the sacred tree pattern sculpted in gorgeous gold.
Even though it was the first time she had seen it, the title “Sacred Tree Knight” almost came to mind immediately.
“Sister Lorelita?” Ain asked timidly, holding the flame dove and seeing the Sacred Tree Knight’s gaze.
The Sacred Tree Knight, called “Lorelita,” her lush green eyes suddenly froze. A rare gentle smile appeared on her face. She lightly leaped in front of her, and her fair fingers, revealed beneath her vambrace, stroked the wood elf’s soft, lush green hair:
“It’s Little Ain? Ain has been running away from home for so long, not only I, but the elders are very worried…”
Ain showed a hint of grievance. She raised her head, her snow-white cheeks puffed out, wanting to argue, but her head was gently stroked again.
“But now that Little Ain is truly fine, everyone can rest assured.”
Lorelita said softly, her gaze turning to the human boy beside her, and she asked curiously, “Who is this lord…?”
“Ig!”
The icy dragon girl anxiously rushed over, her slender little hand grabbing his arm, “Ig, are you alright?”
“Nothing serious. Just now, it was all thanks to Little Fei.”
During the confrontation with Evanista, Ig had suffered quite a few injuries, but his body, tempered by the Demon King bloodline and the Law of Blazing Flame, was healing rapidly.
He lightly raised his left hand, and the colors of life and flame on Mistetinn’s Staff gradually faded, as he put it away.
Before leaving the Aer Continent, Shiel had returned the staff to his hands. According to the girl, this was the unanimous opinion of the Council, the High Church, and the Goddess of Ice, Cassilaite.
At first, Ig was a little surprised, but upon reflection, he roughly understood their intentions.
After all, on the Aer Continent today, the Church, the Council, and the Temple of Ice maintained a balance on the surface, and it was not meant to be broken by a single staff. Therefore, it was better to entrust Mistetinn’s Staff to Verafia, the goddess they nominally believed in.
It was also a form of gratitude.
Just now, taking advantage of the moment when Evanista was wounded by Ophyris and her magic was stagnant, Ig broke free from the oppression of the Dark Moon Sword and used Mistetinn’s Staff to unleash a sword that severed the sky.
He gently stroked the little head beneath the Ice Dragon Girl’s smooth beautiful hair. Ig’s gaze fell on the trace left by Mistetinn’s Staff, which stretched into the night, striking Evanista’s chest. The silent small town’s city walls and countless buildings behind it collapsed.
The sounds of battle still lingered faintly in the air, but it was nearing its end. Gaven and the other dwarf warriors rushed to his side. Ig held the End and walked along the shattered path of the sword mark.
Ig did not believe that the sword strike just now was enough to eliminate a Saint Rank like Evanista.
With his strength, he was far from being able to activate Mistetinn’s Staff. Relying on the imprint of the former maiden, after more than a year, he could only barely wield it. To directly obliterate a powerful Sacred Domain was obviously unrealistic.