I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 894

Having seen the girl’s expression, Sylvia smiled faintly, then curved her lips into a gentle smile: “If Miss Verafia is willing, then it would naturally be for the best.”
As she spoke, the slender and fair jade hands of the elf maiden were slightly raised, and they moved in mid-air, countless exquisite melodies unfolding invisibly. The extinguished magic arrays and runes lit up again, but this time connected with a completely different pattern, the light rapidly revolving between them.
Noticing the gazes of the girl and the others, Sylvia slightly raised her face and explained: “This is a divine art that rearranges the connection of runes to space. Here, it is shrouded by the laws of the Goddess of the Dark Moon, but it can still teleport us to the foot of the World Tree. Miss Verafia, please allow me to explain what you wish to ask later—”
Her voice suddenly stopped, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed. The floor of the palace shook, and cracks spread everywhere. Ig quickly reached out and supported the girl’s arm.
Holding Ig’s hand, Verafia barely managed to stand steady. Her golden pupils looked up, and the runes suspended in mid-air trembled violently, making the spatial distortions unstable and even showing signs of collapse again.
“This is the power of a legend!”
Verafia’s golden eyes turned sideways and she whispered.
The radiant light of the Dark Moon still blocked the verdant life barrier, but a heavy aura undoubtedly disrupted the spatial array permitted by Sylvia—it was not Kaino or Mude. Under the radiance of the Dark Moon, the battles of these two legends had already been drawn into different spatial planes.
However, even across countless vast distances of time and space, the ability to disrupt the array of a fragment of a deity meant that the power of this legend was by no means inferior to those two!
In the palace, Verafia only felt the earth tremble and a pressure that she could bear. However, Verafia knew that this was not because the power of this legend was insignificant, but rather because the vast majority of the pressure was being borne by the Elven Queen, who was maintaining the array.
The Elven Queen’s silver teeth clenched, a drop of cold sweat traced a path down her fair face. The small sword condensed from the light of life was held in her hand, and the arm holding up the Queen’s scepter trembled. The verdant gem embedded in the scepter flickered unstably, and fine cracks began to spread.
Sylvia was not only bearing the aura of a legend but also resisting the moonlight with the light of life. Moreover, despite being a fragment of the Goddess Siluslis, Sylvia did not possess powerful divine or demonic power. Her strength was not even at the Sanctuary level, so one could imagine the unbearable pressure she was enduring.
That legend merely needed to use his power to lock onto the array functioning in the void. Sylvia could not even terminate it, because without the demonic power, the runes could not bear the pressure of the void, and the collapsing space would instead suck them in and tear them to shreds.
“No.”
Verafia closed her eyes and muttered softly. Her small hand gripped Mistetinn’s Staff, and golden blazing flames ignited, deciding to resist this legendary power on behalf of Sylvia.
However, a sudden light chime of a zither made Verafia pause. The girl turned her head in surprise, and the melody of the zither, like ripples, pushed aside the moonlight and the heavy pressure of the legend, appearing in everyone’s sight.
“Seralis?”
Following the melody of the zither, Seralis’s figure appeared in Verafia’s sight, causing her to exclaim.
Sylvia’s emerald green eyes also appeared surprised and confused.
Even as a legend, facing the power of the Goddess of the Dark Moon was by no means easy.
Across a vast distance, Seralis’s silver teeth clenched. Her fingertips plucked the strings, and intangible melodies emerged and condensed in the void, like countless emerald leaves dancing, forming a palace of emerald life that blocked the gushing moonlight. Only then did she look up.
“Veer, and Ig, why are you here?”
For Seralis, disturbing space over thousands of meters only took an instant to reach them. The elf maiden looked up and saw Verafia and the others appearing before her, showing a surprised expression. She then turned to look at Sylvia and said:
“And Your Majesty the Queen, this is the power of the Goddess of Life.”
However, Seralis did not ask further questions. Whether it was Verafia appearing in the Sky City, or the burst of life radiance from the sacred tree just now, or the small sword condensed from the law of life now held in Sylvia’s hand, with her intelligence, she was able to deduce the general situation.
“Seralis…”
Verafia’s golden eyes showed concern, and she couldn’t help but take a step forward and say.
“Sylvia… and the Goddess of Life. So that’s what it is. Your Majesty the Queen, are you trying to have Veer bear the authority of the Goddess?”
After a moment of shock, Seralis looked up at the Elven Queen and said directly without waiting for her reply: “Regardless, your power cannot last long. Your Majesty the Queen, you take Veer and the others to leave first. I will hold off the moonlight and that legend for you.”
Verafia’s steps faltered, and her golden eyes looked up at the elf maiden.
Of course, Seralis’s words were not beyond her expectations. Including all of them, only Seralis, who was once a Jade Singer, could use the power of a legendary expert to resist that as-yet-unseen legend for them.
Verafia gently bit her delicate lips, her beautiful golden pupils filled with worry.
This was undoubtedly a rational and the only choice… but for this rare descendant, Verafia harbored worry and fear in her heart.
After Seralis appeared and shouldered most of the pressure, the spatial array drawn by Queen Sylvia’s scepter became stable again. The Elven Queen’s emerald green eyes showed a mixture of worry and hesitation.
However, she did not object, but silently nodded. Then, she raised the Queen’s scepter, and the array condensed in the void erupted with brilliant light, disturbing the spatial distortions.
“Wait, Seralis!” a seemingly anxious girl’s voice suddenly sounded in the disturbed space.
Seralis turned her head. Through the surging light, she could still see the golden-haired girl’s visibly anxious little face.
Seralis smiled gently and comforted her, “Veer, it’s alright. I only need to hold them off for a while; even if the other side is a legend, coupled with the power of the Goddess of the Dark Moon, they cannot keep me.”
“No, there’s also the Abyssal Church!”
Verafia forcefully raised her head and shouted loudly: “Seralis, the Abyssal Church, they have killed one of your blood relatives. This is likely to deal with you, be careful—”
The girl’s voice was swallowed by the surging spatial fluctuations, leaving only a faint trembling sound.
Seralis’s pupils flickered slightly. Suddenly, dark cloud layers churned, and infinite magical fluctuations gathered around. She had no time to think, turned around, and amidst the magical traces, a black figure appeared in her sight:
“Fatter, is that you?”