Chapter 44: Sword of Life
Tiny hands gently gripped the staff, and Miss Verafia could clearly feel the magic flowing within her small body.
Brilliant gold blazing flames, the mark of her past as the Flame Goddess and the embodiment of her current phoenix bloodline. In contrast, a vibrant life force seemed capable of reviving all things.
“First, she was the Flame Goddess, and now, she’s also a phoenix. Life force… Whatever, it’s all Ig’s doing!”
Although she said this, Miss Verafia could roughly tell that such life force wasn’t due to Mistetinn’s Staff in her hand.
Not only that, but Miss Verafia’s phoenix egg was formed when Ig fused her origin with the Creation Divine Spark. Likewise, the energy consumed when Miss Verafia hatched was mostly from the divine power of Goddess Silusli in the Holy Spring of Life.
As for now…
With a slight flutter of her eyelashes, Miss Verafia’s golden eyes lifted.
Bethor knelt on the ground, his gaze ferocious. Bound by the breath of life for a few moments, the unrestrained demonic aura repeatedly destroyed the surroundings. His expanding flesh burst apart, and as the foul blood splattered, a few tendrils of verdant sprouts could still be vaguely seen amidst the corrupted flesh buds.
Miss Verafia, using Mistetinn’s Staff, had restrained his demonic power for a mere two moments. Bethor’s demonic power had almost completely destroyed it. Although a few sprouts remained in his flesh, they were undoubtedly unable to stop Bethor’s actions.
But…
Magic continuously poured into Mistetinn’s Staff. Miss Verafia’s tiny hands lifted slightly, and the suddenly drawn, magnificent sword qi was entwined with golden flames. Countless sprouts and vines spread within the sword qi, and vibrant life force dyed the entire sword light.
— In the past, when facing Lancaster, Verafia had attempted to collapse the Creation Divine Spark and, together with her own divine flame power, had drawn the sword edge of the Flame of Life for a short period.
Just like the sword light shining upon Miss Verafia’s staff at this moment!
Al-most the instant Bethor broke free from the life sprouts entwining his flesh, the instant he stood up, the brilliant sword light, with Miss Verafia’s small hand waving, poured out, submerging his entire form.
Like a torrent of the breath of life, thousands of flowers and grasses were born in this tainted world. Even the entire sky, shrouded by Dylan’s domain, was illuminated by the sword light of the flame of life. Even the writhing abyss melted in patches, making the colors of the present world almost visible.
“This is…”
Dylan’s fingers plucking the strings paused slightly. His face also reflected the sword light blooming from Mistetinn’s Staff. He showed a flicker of surprise.
It wasn’t just because of the sword light the young girl had drawn now.
The bard’s gaze fell on the young girl’s small hand gently gripping the staff.
What seemed like a children’s toy, the short staff radiating dazzling light, felt somewhat cute in Miss Verafia’s hand. However, in Dylan’s eyes, it was like a noble Tree of Life.
The staff in Miss Verafia’s hand was the Staff of Life named Mistetinn’s Staff. Before the arrival of the fiery meteor, it was a symbol of the Holy Tree of Life.
In her eyes, this staff could even be compared to Levatin, the sword of destruction represented by Herafir.
“As expected of that Highness. Even now, she can bring me surprises…”
After the surprise faded, Dylan gently shook his head and a smile appeared on his lips. “Even if her divine spark of fire was taken away, she can still wield a divine weapon that represents a true god. Heh, in the eyes of others, this is more than just tempting.”
In that instant, even Dylan, whose desires had been stripped away, leaving only “idleness,” felt a trace of greed.
“However, the sister of the Flame Goddess appears to be the opposite of life and destruction… Heh, is this also some cruel joke of a certain god of fate?”
Dylan’s voice and the music played by his fingertips were dispersed by the gentle wind filled with life, leaving behind a lingering smile.
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Miss Verafia’s small hand still gently gripped the staff of Mistetinn’s Staff. Her golden eyes under her lightly raised eyelashes gazed at the green grass and trees that grew after the sword qi had passed.
It was as if the entire abyss space, filled with Dylan’s foul demonic power, was purified by such brilliant sword light.
However, Miss Verafia knew this was just an illusion. Moreover, she wasn’t lingering here for sentimental reasons or anything else.
Simply put, the moment of “End” she had just unleashed using the “Sword of Life” had almost completely drained the magic within Miss Verafia’s young body. The feeling of weakness made it difficult for Miss Verafia to even move a finger.
It wasn’t until a few breaths later that the magic surging back into her body slowly filled her again.
The girl lowered her head slightly and looked at the staff held gently in her hand.
Although Miss Verafia used the staff in her hand as a magic staff for casting spells, this did not mean it was limited to that.
Back in the Aer Continent, when the Ice God descended, Miss Verafia had once transformed this staff into her sword and severed that ice-frost starry sky.
And now…
Her gaze, with lightly fluttering eyelashes, lifted slightly. The sword light rippled outward. Bethor still stood in the distance, holding his sword. However, he seemed to be frozen, and his body, where the sword light had passed, had countless tiny cracks.
With a “boom,” Bethor’s body exploded into a mist of blood. Foul flesh splattered onto the ground, and tender sprouts emerged from it. However, the flesh continued to writhe, as if wanting to regenerate.
“Still not enough…”
Miss Verafia blinked her big golden eyes and whispered in her tender, slender voice.
In her perception, the shattered flesh had not been completely destroyed. It was still competing for energy with the tender sprouts, and gradually gathering.
She closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly, brilliant golden light overflowed from her small body, and a clear, childish phoenix cry echoed.
Amidst the resplendent flames, a small chick took flight. Although its body and wings appeared small and tender, its magnificent feathers and graceful posture were enough to showcase its nobility.
The phoenix wings flapped gently, and the little phoenix flew over the place where Bethor’s flesh was. With a crisp phoenix cry, the descending phoenix fire, gorgeous and brilliant, instantly entwined between the flesh and the green sprouts.
The raging flames burned away countless corrupted demonic auras.
“Tsk, this should do it, right?”
Flapping her wings slightly, Miss Verafia landed on the ground, transforming back into her usual child-like appearance.
She was still wearing the little evening gown Ig had helped her pick out that morning, with ribbon decorations and layered silk. Beneath the slightly flared skirt, her fair, tender feet wrapped in snow-white silk stepped lightly in exquisite little leather shoes. However, her tender, snow-white face had a faint blush.
When she was pretending before, she didn’t feel anything. But now, transforming into such a young phoenix made Miss Verafia feel a sense of social death—shame.
However, the best way for Miss Verafia to unleash the phoenix fire representing the will of “destruction” was to transform into her true phoenix form. There was no other way.
— Bethor was essentially a clone of Dylan. Without completely eradicating him, it was impossible for Miss Verafia to deplete Dylan’s demonic power.
That’s why Miss Verafia chose to use Mistetinn’s Staff to strike down the majestic sword, and then transform into a phoenix to descend her phoenix fire.
Even in the abyss, the laws and authority of a deity could not be easily ignored.
Shaking her face forcefully, Miss Verafia tried to make the blush on her face fade. Then, she raised her head and shouted loudly to the bard still playing the zither and smiling in the distance:
“Hey, Dylan, hurry up and let this young lady out!”
The entire domain was a condensation of Dylan’s demonic power and concepts. Distance was meaningless to him, and Miss Verafia wasn’t afraid that he couldn’t hear her.
“To be able to defeat my clone, Princess, I truly didn’t expect such a thing… Whether it’s the magnificent flames or the anticipated life, your form is flawless and beautiful, beyond what even poems can describe.”
Dylan gently smiled as he played the zither. Looking at the girl in the distance who was looking up and shouting at him anxiously, Dylan suddenly smiled slyly. “However, Miss Verafia, who said I would let you leave?”
“You, you clearly said… as long as I defeated you—”
“Ha, I did say that.”
Dylan smiled, looking at the girl who was flustered. “However, you only defeated one of my clones, which is far from meeting my requirements. Moreover…”
Suddenly, a sharp yet clear sound came from the sky, as if frozen ice was being pierced by a spear.
The bard’s expression instantly changed. The entire sky, covered by the abyss domain, was spreading with crystalline ice at an unimaginable speed, and was violently shattered by being pierced.
“Boom!”
The slender, tall, and beautiful dragon girl, with her ice-blue long hair but a slightly anxious little face, forcefully crashed into this abyss domain.
Countless abyssal auras swarmed towards the girl’s figure like large hands, trying to devour her. However, they were instantly frozen and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Before Dylan could even react, the dragon girl’s seemingly slender figure, unexpectedly, collided with him, and he was instantly thrown more than ten meters away.
In this instant, the world constructed by Dylan’s domain gradually collapsed and disintegrated, gradually revealing the real scene.
Miss Verafia blinked her golden eyes and stared somewhat blankly at the ice-blue long hair and the slender girl with crystal-like exquisite wings and a beautiful ice-blue dragon tail.
“This is… that idiotic ice dragon, Little Fei?”
When she was still a little phoenix, Miss Verafia remembered seeing Ophiuchus. However, this was the first time she had truly seen Ophiuchus’s true form since awakening.
However, the ice dragon girl instantly shattering Dylan’s domain… Such a thing was still somewhat beyond Miss Verafia’s expectations.
Has this little ice dragon become so strong in such a short time? Hmm… Can this young lady still bully her?
For a moment, Miss Verafia couldn’t help but think with some concern.
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Barely managed to finish…
Writing the chapter is so painful… I shouldn’t have slacked off at the beginning of the month… (exhausted)
