Chapter 124 The Girl’s Decision
As a legend, and a hero who quelled the Demon King a century ago, Serarith’s military might was unparalleled in the world. With her laws and demonic power fully unleashed, even the Dark Moon Divine Radiance was repelled in an instant. Countless powerhouses of the Dark Elves shed blood, witnessing her figure charging into the Sky City.
The torrent surged in the sky, clouds were ground into dust. Like a small boat in a giant wave, Verafia, holding Fia, strained to raise her pure white face and gaze at Serarith, who had abandoned them and was heading to Sky City.
Fia chirped anxiously, her head raised. She was also extremely worried about Sylvia, but she flapped her wings to block the impact of demonic power and divine might. She prepared to carry Verafia and the others to a safe place as Serarith had instructed, before the Dark Elves’ army completely took over the entire Enolal sky.
But Verafia gently touched one of her feathers and forcefully lifted her face forward. Her golden hair was blown away by the bright moonlight, and her snowy face looked at the collapsing Sky City. She said urgently.
“No, Fia… we have to keep up with Serarith. Take us to Enolal!”
The young girl’s voice made Igtert turn his gaze toward her.
Now, not only did the Dark Moon God reappear, but the Dark Elves’ army was preparing to completely conquer the Elves’ Royal City. Such a situation undoubtedly far exceeded Serarith’s control. That was why she had Fia take them away.
But Verafia was instead requesting to throw herself into such a dangerous situation. Was it because she was worried about Serarith’s safety?
Verafia tried to raise her golden pupils.
In just an instant, she could barely see Serarith’s figure. After her rebirth, Verafia had seen Serarith only a month ago… But what truly connected her to Serarith was in memories from a very long time ago, so much so that she didn’t recall it immediately.
Verafia remembered a half-elf girl named Grisia Qiong Ge, who was Serarith’s blood kin but died at the hands of her beloved in a betrayal.
This was a conspiracy planned by the Abyss Cult. Their goal was naturally not an insignificant half-elf, but rather Serarith, who bore the name of a hero and was known as the “Emerald Singer.”
However, that dagger… Verafia tried hard to recall… She was severely wounded by Lancaster’s Royal Guards, and the dizziness from blood loss made her memory unclear. But that dagger…
Regardless, she felt she needed to warn Serarith that the Abyss Cult, led by Ilis, still harbored designs against her.
“And—”
Verafia’s clear voice rang out, and she turned her face, gazing at the Sky City under the dark moon.
“I need to see the Elf Queen. If, if it’s as I thought, if she is…”
But what if it wasn’t as she thought?
A hint of hesitation appeared on Verafia’s face, which was quickly replaced by determination.
Although she had become a girl, with people and things she cared about and looked forward to, she didn’t think she should be an indecisive woman who worried about everything. Nor should she go with the flow, letting others push her to accept judgment.
As she thought this, a pair of fire wings suddenly condensed behind her, blazing fiercely. The Phoenix Fire burned amidst the Dark Moon’s radiance, propelling her off Fia.
“Veer—”
Igtert called out. His wrist was grasped by Ophi. The beautiful girl with blue ice-blue hair raised her pure white face, her frost blue gem-like pupils subtly shimmering. “Miss Fia, if Veer is saying that… then we’ll follow her too.”
Ophi’s voice still sounded childish, but it was filled with rare decisiveness.
Fia’s wings stirred the air. She was, after all, the spiritual bird of Queen Sylvia, and naturally, she was worried about her master and was anxious to return to her side. It was only because Serarith had instructed her that she was forced to… Hearing the young girl’s request, she naturally wouldn’t refuse.
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The divine might of the Holy Tree’s life law in the sky was shattered by the reappearance of the dark moon, significantly reducing the pressure Verafia had to bear. The Phoenix Fire Wings burned wantonly behind her. Even though Verafia’s dress resembled a luxurious evening gown of a noble lady, in the brilliance of the golden flames, she appeared even more sacred and magnificent.
Her shining golden hair scattered, coupled with the girl’s exquisite beauty, she descended onto the sky, which was invaded by moonlight, like a prepared Flame Goddess.
“Whoosh!”
Mistetinn’s Staff was held tightly in the girl’s hand. Golden flames ignited upon the staff, transforming it into a magnificent long sword of emerald green and scorching gold.
A trace of Sword Qi burst forth with her swing, evaporating and melting the obstructing Dark Elves.
“Ah, it’s been too long since I used a sword, I’m a bit rusty…”
The Brilliant Gold scorched through the starlight, making the even more sacred and gorgeous Star Flow Sword Qi slash across the sky, obliterating the Dark Elf noble in front of her.
Verafia took a slight breath, her golden eyes blinked, and her slender fingers tightened on the sword hilt as she muttered a name.
She was no longer the Flame Goddess of the past, but with the identity of a Phoenix and Mistetinn’s Staff transformed into a sword edge, even when facing a Star of equal rank, Verafia still possessed the power to destroy them in one blow.
In fact, since taking flight from behind Fia, Verafia had encountered no small number of Dark Elf powerhouses, including even Saints. This caused her to lose Serarith even further.
However, the sky outside Sky City was not only filled with her and the Dark Elves’ army. Including the Phoenix Feather Knights that Igtert had seen earlier, there were also a considerable number of Elven patrol forces around Sky City.
Despite being ambushed once again, after a brief period of chaos, the Elven Knights still engaged in fierce combat with the invaders.
Moreover, the Dark Elves’ target was clearly to destroy the city walls and the collapsing Sky City. The vast majority of the army was deployed in the siege, attempting to occupy the shattered gaps and attack Sky City.
Therefore, the pressure Verafia faced was not significant. After killing a few obstructing Dark Elves, her fire wings flapped, driving her figure into a broken section of Sky City’s wall.
A fierce battle had just erupted at the city wall’s gap. Terrifying demonic power fluctuations and bloodlust lingered in the air. However, Sky City’s defenders were still repelled by the invading Dark Elves, and the city walls and flagstones were littered with the corpses of both races.
“A Phoenix?”
The Dark Elf commander’s dark brown pupils suddenly burst with intense light upon seeing Verafia, dressed in a white dress and with golden hair, arriving with fluttering fire wings.
Without asking any questions, he unleashed his Saint’s Domain and simultaneously swung his sword down, ordering the remaining soldiers to attack the suddenly appearing Phoenix girl!
