I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 805

After “End,” the Swordsmanship
Dylan hadn’t even finished speaking before Ophi smashed him away. He crashed into the ruined houses with a “boom”, bricks and stones burying him.
The icy aura emanating from the Ice Dragon Girl caused the Abyssal domain to continuously collapse, gradually revealing the appearance of the small town in reality. Due to the battle, it was a scene of broken walls and ruins, like a wasteland after a calamity.
There were still many elves around, including Ain, looking anxious but unable to approach due to the battle’s fluctuations. Verafia noticed a Star Rank Silver Moon Elf beside Ophi.
After a moment’s thought, she remembered this should be Miss Irene, Shiel’s head maid, from the Aer Continent.
“Veer!”
Ophi frantically looked around and found her small figure among the rubble. She rushed over and, before Verafia could reply, hugged her tightly.
“Wuwu, it’s okay, Veer is fine.”
Verafia made a wuwu sound and struggled a few times in her embrace, making Ophi realize something was wrong. She quickly released the girl.
“Cough, cough, silly Little Fei…”
Held in the girl’s embrace, Verafia took several breaths to calm her slightly flushed little face. Her wide, golden eyes still held tears, and she looked at Ophi’s towering chest under her evening gown with a hint of resentment.
This was certainly not because Verafia was jealous of this naturally airheaded, silly Ice Dragon again…
Being “killed” by the Dragon Girl’s chest, it sounded like a wonderful thing, but for her, who was still a child, it was completely different!
However, seeing the Ice Dragon Girl’s earlier anxious expression, and now the awkward way she was fiddling with her hair, Verafia, adopting the demeanor of a Young Lady with magnanimity, decided not to argue with this idiot.
“But, Little Fei, you’ve become so strong…”
Verafia said softly. Suddenly smashing through Dylan’s domain and sending him flying was, although she had been previously cut by the living sword transformed from Mistetinn’s Staff by Verafia, still an extremely significant matter.
This was certainly not just the Frost Origin Verafia had given her before. Could it be that this little Ice Dragon’s bloodline was beginning to awaken?
Verafia tilted her head and thought confusedly. She looked up and saw the Ice Dragon Girl’s beautiful, crystal-clear eyes like frost blue gems, and then impatiently grabbed her wrist: “But, Little Fei, have you seen Ig?”
At this moment, a resounding boom came from the other side of the ruined town, and the aura that followed made the two girls, one big and one small, look over in shock.
——
Hodrea raised his greatsword, his pupils revealing undisguised disappointment and confusion.
He clearly saw the young man in front of him look at the abyss a moment ago, but still chose to refuse.
“Gazing into the abyss, you could actually choose to give up?”
The Dark Swordsman’s voice held a hint of question. Without pausing, he swung his greatsword down: “However, you refuse the abyss, what will you use to resist me… Authority, or that Lord’s swordsmanship? You can’t even hurt me!”
“End,” being pressed to the ground by a palm, let out a startled cry, like a girl’s anxious voice. The dark greatsword swung down, falling on Ig without hindrance. Abyssal power, densely adhered, immediately overflowed.
However, suddenly, a layer of dim light emerged above Ig’s head, like a small but infinitely majestic figure wielding a thunderous warhammer. He bared his beard, grinned, and as if hunting a dragon, struck at the Dark Priest wielding the abyss with a hammer!
Hodrea’s pupils constricted sharply. In an instant, boundless and tainted abyss surged around him, transforming into the form of a domain. In the next moment, the phantom of the thunderous warhammer shattered against the dark greatsword.
“Boom!”
The roaring sound seemed to flatten the entire ruin. Ig also raised his head in surprise.
He hadn’t expected King Mud of the Dwarves to leave a brand on him. Ig’s original plan was to forcefully activate the Demon King’s Heart and the soul fragments of the Dark Star God within his body at the moment the dark sword edge fell, to resist Hodrea’s attack.
—— Just as Hodrea said, he did indeed witness the abyss.
The next moment, the phantom of the thunderous hammer dissipated, and Hodrea’s figure reappeared in sight. The hand holding the sword was bloody and fleshy, his robes were torn to shreds, blood spurted out, and even the abyssal domain was shattered by this blow.
However, the holy sword, revealing its true appearance, was reflected even more coldly in the shattered abyssal tide.
“A mere old man, even if he is as famous as Sword Saint, is nothing more than this—” Hodrea’s breathing was unsteady, his pupils filled with immense arrogance.
But suddenly, a sword’s cry startled the air. The dark greatsword seemed to freeze, just like Hodrea’s expression.
Demonic power far exceeding Ig’s level was present, fragments of the abyss floated, and even damaged domain laws were there.
However, the black-haired youth stood up before him, and the sword he raised undoubtedly pierced out. Everything it touched, whether tainted or magnificent, bloomed in an instant, and even the abyss couldn’t help but dim.
“Ig—?”
Filled with anxiety, Verafia’s childish and sharp voice suddenly came.
She suddenly froze, her slightly widened small mouth not yet closed. Her golden eyes, beneath slender eyelashes, looked at the scene before her with disbelief.
“This guy, this is…”
In her eyes, the viscous abyssal world was being opened up under Hodrea’s dark greatsword, but as the sword of End grazed it, it seemed to wither and decay like insignificant filth.
The long sword, following the youth’s movement, pierced the Dark Swordsman’s chest.
There were no signs of laws or demonic power, and time itself seemed to freeze in this instant. It wasn’t until an unknown amount of time later that Hodrea slowly raised his head, his lips trembling, his voice a little hoarse:
“Where did this sword come from? Even Sword Saint said, that Lord’s End Moment—”
In the past moment, the sword of End had pierced his heart, and even the structure of his life level was shattered in an instant.
With such an injury, even if the person standing before Ig was a Saint Rank, his end would only be the complete fall as the collapse of his life origin, and even the Goddess of Life could not save him.
However, what bothered Hodrea even more was not this.
He was not human now. The core of his life was constructed by the abyss, a substance different from the world’s matter, even surpassing laws… Even the thunderous warhammer swung by Mud’s phantom hadn’t touched it in the slightest.
That was why Hodrea said that if Ig refused the abyss, with power less than that of a Saint Rank, he couldn’t possibly inflict any damage on him.
However, the sword blade held in the youth’s hand at this moment had undoubtedly pierced his chest.
—Such a concept was no different from piercing the abyss!
Ig raised his head. He looked a bit tired, but his pair of azure eyes were incredibly bright. A smile curved his lips: “Perhaps, this is the swordsmanship after Veer’s End Moment.”