Chapter 168 Shattered Moonlight (Part 2)
The Ice Dragon Girl’s body surged with traces of frost and moonlight. Her wings, tail, and delicate body were covered in crystallized, luminous white moonstones. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with starlight, as if they simultaneously fused the clarity of water spirits with the ethereal haziness of moonlight. It was a captivating, luminous blue.
Although quite different from her earlier self, Verafia recognized this as the Ice Dragon she cared about.
“Idiot Little Fei, why are you so heavily injured!”
Verafia quickly grabbed the Dragon Girl’s cold little hand, her divine power of life touching the moonlight and continuously pouring into her body. She sensed the moonlight integrated into Ophi, and guessed most of what had happened to her.
Ophi had merged with the moonlight of Goddess Elusia, allowing her, a water spirit, to break through to the legendary realm. However, she had faced not only Zorgay, but also Irene, who also possessed a beam of moonlight from the Silver Moon Goddess, and her power was no less than that of a legendary being.
Thinking that this idiotic Ice Dragon had held off two legendary figures alone for so long and sustained such severe injuries, Verafia couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness.
She was supposed to be a little princess doted on by her father and sister, yet she had become a wanderer because of her. Ophi had always said they were friends, but it felt like she was the only one making sacrifices and giving, even suffering so many injuries.
As for Verafia, she had nothing to repay her with.
Igger repelled Azelia, the End flowing in his hand, and stood beside the two girls again, guarding against the possibility of the Dark Night High Priest launching an attack.
The Dragon Girl’s eyelashes trembled slightly. Her eyes, which had only opened a little, saw Verafia squatting before her, tightly grasping her little hand. A genuine joy immediately bloomed on her pale, delicate little face.
“Veer, it succeeded… That’s great.”
“Idiot Little Fei, at a time like this, you’re not even concerned about your injuries and are congratulating this young lady instead.”
Verafia was greatly displeased, and with a mix of worry, she squeezed Ophi’s hand tighter.
This naturally airheaded, idiotic Ice Dragon hadn’t changed at all after all this time… always valuing others more than herself.
Facing Zorgay and Azelia, Ophi bore wounds left by the Dark Moon River and the Silver Moon Sickle. These were wounds of the laws themselves, almost harming her very origin.
However, besides her dragon body, she also possessed the identity of a water spirit, and had an almost infinite life force. With the continuous infusion of life divine power, within a short ten-plus breaths, the girl’s seemingly fatal injuries were gradually erased.
“Idiot Little Fei, phew, thankfully, you merged with Undine’s origin and Elusia’s moonlight, or even this young lady couldn’t have helped you…”
Seeing that Ophi was out of danger, Verafia breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to help her up, the Dragon Girl’s cool, smooth little hand grabbed her wrist, her beautiful luminous blue eyes showing a hint of pleading:
“Wuwu, Veer, can you help me with one more thing? Uncle Anderdun, he, he saved me…”
Verafia’s golden eyes flickered as she watched Ophi produce Anderdun’s soul.
Both Anderdun’s soul and the already shattered Divine Spark of Death were frozen by Ophi’s ice, presented before Verafia.
“This is, Anderdun?” Verafia showed a hint of surprise.
In her eyes, not only was the Divine Spark of Death’s radiance dim, but the soul of the former Demon Monarch had almost shriveled, becoming minuscule and incredibly weak. It was only because it was frozen in Ophi’s ice and was continuously injected with her ice origin by the girl that it hadn’t completely dissipated.
But why would Anderdun risk his life to protect Little Fei?
At that time, she was still in the Life Goddess’s dream, and even Igger was in the Abyss Sea. They had no means to control Anderdun.
Based on Verafia’s understanding of this old rival, shouldn’t the cunning Deathwing have surrendered immediately, or at least fled far away?
Why had the Demon Monarch suddenly changed his ways and become so loyal in protecting Little Fei?
Verafia couldn’t figure it out for a moment.
“It was all to save me… Uncle Anderdun was injured like this by them.” Ophi lowered her head, her beautiful luminous blue eyes filled with sadness and self-reproach.
Regardless of anything, Verafia had no reason to refuse Ophi’s request.
She took the frost-blue ice block that was freezing Anderdun’s soul and was about to inject life divine power when a chilling aura suddenly arrived. She quickly put away Anderdun’s soul, stood up, and shielded Ophi.
“Veer.” Igger uttered, standing by her side.
Opposite them, the Dark Night Elf High Priest grasped the Silver Moon Staff again and slowly rose. Azeria stood beside him, holding the Moon Sickle. The corrupted dark moon and the silver moonlight intertwined, sweeping towards them.
“Lord Igger, Hodrea brought you into the abyss, but he overestimated himself. In the end, it was you who emerged.”
Zorgay’s hoarse and magnetic voice carried with the waves of moonlight. Although he was not lightly injured by Verafia’s attack, his face showed no signs of urgency. He looked at Igger beside the girl with admiration.
“Not just him, this seat also underestimated you. This Abyss Sea beneath the giant tree has receded because of you… It’s truly unbelievable. Even the two goddesses couldn’t suppress this abyss, yet you have.”
Igger remained unmoved by his praise, his azure eyes watching with slight caution.
Zorgay paid him no mind and turned slightly to the golden-haired girl beside him. “Then, Miss Verafia, you are our Goddess?”
“Hmph, it is this young lady!”
Verafia naturally wouldn’t give the instigator of the Black Moon Tide any pleasantries. She crossed her arms and snorted, stepping forward. Ripples of life flowed with her.
“Zorgay, since you know this young lady is your Goddess, why don’t you commit suicide as atonement? Or do you want me to personally pass judgment on your sins with the Sword of Life?”
“You say you are our Goddess?”
Zorgay suddenly laughed. Although he had just said the words, his expression was utterly mocking.
“Miss Verafia, indeed, I didn’t expect you to inherit the divine position of Goddess Syrosilis so easily. Your Highness, while you are the goddess of the elves, for us, the true deity is only the Dark Moon!”
With a forceful slam of the Silver Moon Staff on the ground, like a fanatical believer ready to die, Zorgay laughed loudly and swept forward with the churning dark moon light, a resounding clang representing a whole race!
