I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 851

Bertran’s majestic divine arts of life were like a tsunami, pouring wantonly, the light of life rippling towards the secluded dark moon condensed in mid-air. At this moment, a ripple suddenly stirred on the dark moon.
A cold, dark, and silent aura seemed to solidify in the air, a dark shadow cast down, and a dark, endless river unfolded above the sky where the dark moon poured its light. It was silent,
However, the river of the dark moon that flowed over covered the traces of all laws, and even the vast sea of elements below was frozen still.
“That is—”
The elves who had retreated before the Sacred Spring formation raised their eyes in disbelief. Even though they had completely set aside life and death, they, who were as tenacious as they were, could not help but show a hint of panic.
“That’s—that traitor of the Moon Elf!”
“The High Priest of the Dark Moon, why is he here! Could it be that he wasn’t the one commanding the invasion of Sky City?”
The agitated voices of the elves even drowned out the spells released on the battlefield.
Ain, who had just released a large spell, panted rapidly and forcefully lifted her head. Her beautiful green eyes involuntarily contracted with anxiety. “The High Priest of the Dark Moon Elf, he must have come for the Great Elder. Hmm, and…”
Just as Ain was about to rush out, her slender wrist was suddenly grabbed by Lorinta beside her. The elven maiden’s face also showed a hint of worry, but she tried her best to comfort the maiden:
“Ain, Great Elder Zolgea wouldn’t not have predicted this. Don’t worry, he must have a contingency plan.”
The long river of the dark moon enveloped the entire sky in an instant. The dark night elves who were attacking from all sides retreated. Bertran looked up, his blood-stained beard stirred by the wind blowing from the dark moon, and a familiar figure appeared in his sight. His cloudy eyes flickered with a trace of resentment.
“Zolgea, you didn’t attack Sky City, but came here… As expected, your target is the Goddess’s Sacred Spring. However, I never expected you to have the patience to wait until now!” Bertran scoffed.
“Lord Bertran, it has been a long time. After Lady Silusalis fell silent, the glory of life is no more. However, fortunately, I can still see the divine arts of life blooming in your hands.”
A calm voice came amidst the surging moonlight, without any haste, but rather revealing a hint of reminiscence and sigh.
In an instant, the High Priest of the Dark Night Elves waved his hand and pulled out a dark long sword. The moonlight surged, and countless terrifying laws condensed into spells.
Bertran merely sneered, but did not evade or defend at all. All the divine arts in his body were concentrated on the scepter, and the giant tree of life was once again pulled out, its divine radiance of life overwhelming the entire moonlight!
Before falling into the dark moon, Zolgea was the High Priest of the Silver Moon Goddess. He had once stolen a wisp of moonlight from the Goddess Elusia and became the current Dark Moon Goddess… Of course, he should have known Bertran’s plan to have Verafia bear the Goddess of Life.
Now that he had come here, and even appeared after Bertran was exhausted, he naturally intended to kill a legend of the same level as him at the minimal cost, then destroy the Sacred Spring, and let the descent of the Goddess of Life turn into a bubble.
“Zolgea, as long as I am still here, you won’t hurt her!”
Bertran roared, his whole body filled with the divine radiance of life, like the roar of a boiling sea, not like someone whose life fire was about to be extinguished!
He had decided his fate long ago. Now, he was merely allowing this fateful moment to arrive earlier.
The shadow of the Life Sacred Tree suddenly pierced the long river of the dark moon, and the entire fragment of the black moon tide shattered. Countless splashing moonlights refracted the traces of laws, and in an instant, they were devoured by the divine radiance of life.
Between the two legendary powerhouses, almost the entire sky raged and shattered for them. The scepter of life, condensed by the full might of the Wood Elf Great Elder’s strike, heavily pierced the chest of the Dark Elf High Priest. His chest caved in, and the crisp sound of broken bones clearly indicated that it had shattered his chest bones.
“Lord Bertran, when you say ‘her,’ do you mean the Goddess of Life you are trying to create, or that innocent girl?”
The voice of the Dark Elf High Priest came. Even though he was middle-aged, his face, still elegant and handsome, showed a faint smile. One of his pupils was dark blue, while the other was like the moon hanging in the sky.
He smiled and looked at the elf elder’s unwillingly widened, cloudy old eyes.
Bertran’s scepter merely smashed his chest. Such an injury was nothing to a legendary powerhouse. The life-threatening laws did not even penetrate a single bit.
On the contrary, the elf elder opposite the Dark Night Elf High Priest was also pierced through the chest by a sword edge condensed by moonlight. The laws of the Dark Moon Goddess had, in an instant, destroyed his entire spiritual foundation and his life.
Even a legend, when subjected to such lawful damage, was destined for a fallen end… Of course, for Bertran, even without being pierced by the sword of the dark moon, his desperate strike, which came at the cost of collapsing his laws, would not have had a much different outcome.
“Bertran, it’s a pity that you are too old. Two thousand years of time are enough to wear away your strength, not to mention that you have long since exhausted your life force,” the Dark Night High Priest said, shaking his head with disappointment.
Great Elder Bertran had condensed the spiritual fragments of Goddess Silusalis with his life force. As a legend who possessed the laws of life, even when facing a Saint Rank, he might not have made too many mistakes. However, at this moment, facing a legend who was equal to or even stronger than him, he was undoubtedly stretched thin.
The blade of the dark moon moved slightly, and the brilliance released in the collision, with a booming sound, Bertran’s figure was heavily thrown out. His emaciated and thin body floated to the ground like a tattered leaf.
“My Goddess…” the broken old man struggled to lift his head.
At the moment he was blocking the Dark Night Elf High Priest, a few ripples stirred in the center of the Life Sacred Spring, and divine radiance shone, causing waves to ripple.
The remaining elves stared intently, and their despairing faces showed excitement and hope. Some elves sadly looked at the old man who was blocking a legendary powerhouse with his aged body.
It was Bertran who had blocked Zolgea’s descent at the cost of his life. The birth of the Goddess of Life was now unstoppable. Even if he chose to kill everyone here, he would not change this outcome.
The divine radiance fell before his eyes, but the High Priest seemed to not notice it. He also ignored the elves present, and walked directly to the elf elder. Looking at the old man whose life was about to fade, he sighed softly:
“However, Lord Bertran, you have misunderstood me more than once. Why should a frail old man like you have your strength consumed by my people of the night? What a pity…”
Apart from his right hand which was always held on the sword hilt, the High Priest’s palm had been pressed against his abdomen. At this moment, he slightly moved it away, and a trace of emerald light flashed, like the plucking of a string, revealing a deep wound.
This was clearly not a wound left by Bertran.
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Alright, I overestimated myself.