I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 809

Chapter 49 The Holy Tree’s Invitation (Part 1)
Magic currents filled the surroundings, but they were not malicious. Instead, they were a blend of cold rationality and truth-like heat. Fatter did not intend to take her life with magic, but rather sought to pursue origins and shape transcendent life.
Within the cold magical light, countless laws and runes converged. This was the embodiment of magical life—
However, suddenly, pure life light filled the domain created by magic. With a roar, the spear of life shattered the entire magical scene.
“Ugh…”
Miss Verafia let out a soft whimper. Her wrist moved, and Ig, kneeling before her, shielded her within his embrace.
Although she wasn’t harmed, she was still thrown quite hard when she was suddenly thrown to the ground.
“Veer?”
Ig’s soft voice came to her ears. Afterwards, her small body was picked up by him. Verafia’s slightly raised golden eyes fell upon the young man’s face, and she could feel that he also looked surprised.
In his haste, he had intended to protect the girl in his arms with his body, but similarly, the attack from the Magic King did not truly descend.
At this moment, Ophi also climbed up from the ground, her face filled with anger. Before, Verafia had been held by Ophi, and Fatter’s deliberate magical fluctuations had caused the Ice Dragon Girl to lose her grip, sending her flying.
However, what slightly comforted Verafia was that Ophi’s body was covered in exquisite dragon scales, like armor made of ice crystals. It seemed the Ice Dragon Girl hadn’t been greatly harmed.
She slightly turned her gaze. The surroundings were a mess of ruins, and the residual magical waves lingered in mid-air, wet by the falling light rain. The phantom of the Magic King stood in its original place, its crystalline body covered in traces of light, constantly dissolving and disintegrating by the breath of life.
Verafia couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
She found that after a hundred years, this former magic prodigy had become even more deranged. Moreover, even if it was just a phantom, his strength was such that the three of them combined couldn’t defeat him. Naturally, it was a cause for celebration that he was shattered by the tree spear that fell from the sky.
“But that tree spear…”
Her tender lips softly whispered. Even though Ig was shielding her from behind, Verafia had still heard that sigh, and the image of the holy tree’s phantom being lightly picked up and piercing Fatter’s magical domain.
Verafia raised her golden eyes. The fragments of the holy tree spear of life converged into rain in mid-air, imbued with potent life force. They not only dissolved Fatter’s magical traces in mid-air but also repaired the entire earth that had been destroyed by the abyss and magic.
She hesitated slightly and extended her childish fingertips to touch a falling drop of life rain.
“This is…” The answer was already very clear, but Verafia still felt a subtle voice coming from within the moist life aura, as if gently calling to her.
“Such power, Goddess of Life, Silusalice… Hehe, you’re still alive indeed!”
Fatter’s phantom suddenly laughed. His lips pursed, and his pupils shimmered with bright light. “What made you appear? However, it doesn’t matter. You’re hiding in the Holy Tree… I can uproot you.”
Verafia blinked her golden eyes, her tender skin getting goosebumps all over.
When she was in Peka, Verafia had heard many rumors about Fatter, but she never expected that the person who was once a “Mage” would not only make himself half-dead but also become this neurotic.
Suddenly, Fatter’s gaze fell on her again. His mouth opened and closed, his slender tongue licking his lips. “Of course… Miss Verafia, we will meet soon.”
Verafia knew that Fatter’s current body was rapidly collapsing. Even a small fireball couldn’t be achieved. She immediately puffed out her chest, her large golden eyes glaring fiercely, “Hmph. Do you think this young lady is afraid of you!”
Fatter’s phantom let out a laugh. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but his body, unable to withstand it any longer, shattered with a roar, turning into crystalline fragments that fell onto the ground where soft green grass was growing.
“Veer… Fatter just mentioned you?”
Feeling her body being gently held, Ig’s voice came to her ears. Verafia looked up and saw his worried expression.
“What else could it be? It’s just this old bastard still coveting this young lady?”
Verafia pouted her delicate lips, saying with great dissatisfaction. Her eyelashes fluttered gently, and sitting in Ig’s embrace, she swung her little feet a bit, her little hands propping up her tender face as she gazed at the spot where Fatter’s phantom had shattered.
Fatter clearly knew her identity. However, except for the very beginning, he had always called her “Verafia.”
Just as Fatter had said, compared to the former “Lothel,” he preferred to see her as she was now.
But…
Her golden eyes blinked, and Verafia shook her head, letting out a small sigh.
She saw the Ice Dragon Girl rushing towards her. Fatter’s threat was, at least, a future concern. Regardless, at least for now, she, Ig, and Little Fei were all safe and sound…
“Well, at worst, we’ll hide in the Elf’s Holy Tree. This young lady doesn’t believe Fatter would really dare to come. Not showing any mercy at all, after this young lady took such good care of you… When I recover, I’ll give this guy a piece of my mind!”
Verafia puffed out her fair white cheeks a little, saying somewhat stubbornly.
“Miss Verafia!”
An anxious shout came. Arriving were the elf maidens Ain and Irene. Seeing that everyone was fine, the two maidens couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
“Miss Verafia, you’re really okay, that’s truly wonderful.”
Ain rubbed her chest, her face still pale with fright. Clearly, she had been greatly startled in that instant. Her voice paused slightly, and the elf maiden’s emerald green eyes gently lifted again. “But that power just now… could it be the power of the Goddess?”
Verafia and Ig exchanged a glance, tilting her head slightly. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly sensed a trace of Saint Rank aura rapidly approaching not far away.
For Saint Domain powerhouses, a distance of several thousand meters was only a matter of a few moments.
What appeared before them was an elf knight in exquisite armor and a dwarf warrior.
Lorainta took a slight breath, raising her face, her voice sounding somewhat rushed, “Just now, was that the power of the Magic King among humans? Ain, Mr. Ig, are you alright?”
In Ig’s embrace, Verafia turned her head, her eyes wide as she looked at the elf maiden.
Lorainta saw the girl’s little face and was stunned for a moment, exclaiming with some surprise, “This is… Miss Verafia, have you already recovered your memories?”