I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 897

chapter 138 Under the World Tree
“Ig, is something worrying you?”
Her palm was suddenly held by a delicate and soft little hand, and Verafia’s gentle voice gently reached his ear. Ig turned his head, and the girl’s bright and gorgeous golden eyes fell into his sight, gazing at him.
He gently clasped the girl’s tender hand in his own, nodded, and said, “The World Tree is within sight. As Queen Sylvia said, Siluslis is within it… However, along the way, we’ve encountered very few dark elves, and even here, their traces are still nowhere to be seen.”
Ig raised his azure eyes again. The golden World Tree created the sky and fell into his gaze.
The World Tree held an ineffable significance for the elves, not to mention that the fall of the dark elves was inseparable from the Abyss within the World Tree.
“Now, the dark elves have launched a full offensive. Even if they don’t know that the Goddess of Life is slumbering within the World Tree, I don’t believe these dark elves would remain indifferent to the World Tree situated on the border, with not even many troops stationed there. They haven’t even sent a single soldier.”
“Moreover, Zorgia, the leader of the dark elves… he hasn’t appeared in the Sky City. What if he finds out that Veer and Her Majesty the Queen have returned here?”
Ig’s gaze flickered slightly, and he saw the girl’s gaze lift gently.
Actually, there was one more point that Ig didn’t mention. In the Sky City, besides the dark elves, there were also no small number of soldiers from the Magic Monarch and the Abyssal Church. However, whether it was due to the Abyssal imprint, Ig vaguely knew that Hordea was not in the Sky City.
Given this former overseer of the Abyss’s almost fanatical attitude towards the Abyss, Ig absolutely did not believe he would remain indifferent… Is this swordsman who fell into the Abyss also around?
“What you say is indeed true.”
A clear female voice came. It was the Elf Queen who spoke. She gently raised her eyes: “Zorgia, thirty years ago, he was a priest of Elusya. When he accepted the Abyss, he should have had some understanding of the secrets within the World Tree… Of course, he should have focused his attention on this tree that seals the Abyss.”
“Then what does Miss Sylvia mean…” Ophi crossed her arms, her delicate face looking at her with some worry.
Since Sylvia said it in front of them, she must have a solution, right?
“According to Lavnos’s information, a week ago, Zorgia was still at the Dark Moon Well… likely preparing to perfect the Dark Moon Goddess with your friend. Of course, a mere week cannot accomplish so much, and the Dark Moon on the Sky City has not changed.”
The Elf Queen revealed her usual gentle smile. She slightly lifted her head, and her shimmering pupils allowed her emerald green hair to fall smoothly: “However, even if he is truly guarding the World Tree, it doesn’t matter. The key to the World Tree is in my hand, and I only need to touch that tree. Moreover, I am a fragment of Siluslis, and even if he is a legend, he cannot kill me.”
Sylvia’s words made Verafia slightly raise her golden eyes.
“The key Sylvia speaks of should not merely be the Light of Life in her hand. If, as this young lady thinks, it also includes herself.”
Verafia mused inwardly.
The Goddess Siluslis slumbered within the World Tree. Most of the divine miracles that appeared after arriving in the Elven world were performed by the Elf Queen on her behalf… Therefore, it was not the true Goddess Siluslis who chose her, but rather, to inherit the divine position of the Goddess of Life, in essence, to be able to bear the competition for the divine position with the other party.
Verafia had once possessed the divine spark of Flame, so she naturally knew what she would face—she would be drawn into the dream of the Goddess of Life, and what awaited her would be the power of a deity.
Remember, Verafia was still just Star, far from the inheritance of a true deity. If she were to face a deity who would not hold back, even if it were not the Goddess of Life at full strength…
—The pressure of merely being a deity would be enough to destroy her will. Verafia didn’t think she had much of a chance of success.
“According to Sylvia’s past words, she should be actively using herself as a ‘key,’ allowing herself to merge back into the Goddess’s will and actively pass on the authority of life to me.”
“But, if that were the case…”
The girl’s golden eyes slightly lifted. The Elf Queen’s expression remained gentle, showing no hesitation or wavering, as if this was not a sacrifice, but her chosen destiny.
An elf general wearing sturdy armor approached them. “Saintess Highness, Queen, the World Tree is ahead.”
Verafia raised her eyes to look at him. This was a Golden Elf, undoubtedly a powerful swordsman. He was the commander of a city fortress, loyal to Queen Sylvia, and was currently leading his army to escort the Queen and the Saintess to the World Tree where the goddess resided.
—As for why Verafia was called “Saintess,” it was probably because these elves also knew that Queen Sylvia intended for her to receive the goddess’s inheritance.
The elf general noticed the girl looking at him. He placed his hand on his elegantly decorated, yet undoubtedly powerful sword brimming with demonic power, and said solemnly, “You need not worry. Even if Zorgia or Kynopal, such traitors, are blocking the way, I will definitely deliver you and Her Majesty the Queen beneath the World Tree.”
Verafia’s golden eyes moved slightly. She tilted her head, about to respond, when suddenly, the tender hand she held in Ig’s grip felt a tightening of the young man’s palm.
“The aura of dark elves.”
Ig said. At the same instant, beneath the World Tree, the aura of dark elves, hidden beneath invisible fluctuations, gushed out. The filth of the Dark Moon was like a tide, and undoubtedly, a legend presided over it.
The elf general drew his sword high. “Everyone, advance with me.”
The swordsmen and rangers beside the Queen raised their sword edges, and the priests and mages chanted spells. Instantly, demonic power surged. The figures of treants and mountain giants rose up, protecting the young girls as they advanced towards the World Tree.
The roaring, terrifying fluctuations indiscriminately reaped lives. With every step forward, warriors fell. However, for the elves at this moment, the World Tree was close at hand. It was their future and hope. Every second was more valuable than life or death.
Verafia’s small hand was tightly held by Ig as she stepped into the battlefield. She also wielded her staff to cast spells, repelling the enemies faced by the elven soldiers. However, she was not caught up in too many attacks. When facing dangerous attacks, someone would even risk their life to block for her.
Suddenly, her gaze shifted. In the filth and darkness before her, a beam of cold moonlight shone down.
A High Priest in solemn attire stepped into it.