I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 931

The roars of wind and thunder and the Star Fire collided in the air. Dwarf warriors and Elf soldiers launched their fiercest attacks around the World Tree, but the defending Dark Elf army could not resist, retreating step by step.
Zolgorah supported the Dark Moon Goddess and exchanged a look with the Golden Prime Minister beside her.
They both understood the current situation. Due to Fattel’s betrayal, the balance had shifted, almost reversing the situation of the World Tree, and the Life Goddess’s long sword had already pierced the laws of the Dark Moon.
If the Dwarf King Mud and “Star Fire” Rafflesia, these two legends, were to break into the World Tree’s domain, their situation would undoubtedly worsen.
Kainopal and Zolgorah were both the powers-that-be of their respective Elf races. In an instant, the advantages and disadvantages flashed through their minds, and they each understood what the other was thinking.
The Golden Prime Minister gripped his heavy spear, his resolute face turning to look at Zolgorah again.
The Grand Priest of the Dark Elves nodded slightly and said, “Lord Kainopal, rest assured. I swear by the Dark Moon, if the deep sea comes, I will take care of your clan.”
Their actions were also seen by Verafia. Seeing the determined look on the Golden Prime Minister’s face caused her golden eyes to narrow.
Suddenly, the Golden Prime Minister laughed loudly, raising his heavy spear. Countless golden rays ignited on his body, and his vast demonic power transformed into an incredibly dazzling light, like a blazing golden sun, even overpowering Verafia’s divine radiance. The entire world turned into a golden ocean!
“Be careful, this high elf is sacrificing himself!” Verafia shouted loudly, raising her slender hand. Numerous life divine radiance condensed, attempting to resist the incredibly dazzling golden radiance.
The Saint Domain represented the pinnacle of the secular world. As a legend transcending the Saint Domain, they were already powerful beings capable of mastering a law and were extraordinary.
Their very life levels had begun to transform, bringing not only long life and immense strength but also signifying their advancement towards the immortal realm beyond legend.
Even in the Mythic Era ruled by gods, a legendary powerhouse was still considered a force to be reckoned with. Their sacrificing their lives to gain power beyond themselves was something even true deities had to take seriously.
The golden light almost instantly engulfed her vision. Verafia held her Life Divine Sword, transforming into a series of life veils. The burning, scorching ripples brushed against her pure white snowy cheeks, but the golden spear she expected did not thrust out.
The young goddess was slightly stunned, then suddenly realized. Kainopal was burning his life not to defeat her, the Dark Moon Goddess, but Ophi, who possessed a ray of moonlight from the Goddess Elusia!
“Little Fei!”
She turned her face urgently. Like a vanishing sun, the incredibly dense, dazzling golden light blocked her actions. Kainopal, who had completely ignited his life, raised his heavy spear, golden light burning all over his body, and thrust it straight forward.
Ophi did not wish to hide behind someone. Gritting her teeth, she suppressed her injuries, summoned her Moonlit Greatsword, and fought against the Saint Domain powerhouses of the Dark Elves.
Hearing Verafia’s urgent shout, she turned her face, and a blazing golden spear blade appeared in her eyes, like a golden meteor, splitting time and space. The scorching brilliance was even greater than a blazing sun.
Constrained by Kainopal’s terrifying power of burning life, only Serathis rushed to block her, but she was pierced by the golden spear and forced back with a vomit of blood, her power far exceeding that of a legend.
The golden long spear rapidly expanded in Ophi’s frost-blue pupils. The incredibly dense golden light covered everything in front of her.
With the moonlight of the Goddess Elusia, Ophi had also advanced to legend. However, severely injured beforehand, she was utterly incapable of resisting Kainopal, who had completely sacrificed himself.
The Ice Dragon Girl’s hastily wielded spear barely clashed with the heavy spear before shattering into shards of ice that fell to the ground. She was shaken, a mouthful of blood spewing out as she retreated. Suddenly, the cold golden eyes of the high elf fell upon her. A hot, burning giant hand pressed against her pure white, slender swan neck, lifting her up!
“Little Fei!”
Verafia’s anxious cry rang out. The life divine radiance around her seemed to stir up a storm, even surpassing the scene of her battle with the Dark Moon Goddess. One attack after another was unleashed without mercy, bombarding Kainopal from behind.
But the Golden Prime Minister merely used his back to block them. The light flickered, a mouthful of golden blood flowed out, but he did not resist.
He thrust his heavy spear with all his might. The Sun Heavy Spear, which had accompanied him in battles for hundreds of years, instantly shattered, transforming into an incredibly dense golden light that blocked Verafia’s advance. At the same time, with a flash of golden light, he returned to Zolgorah’s side, holding Ophi by the neck.
“Mmmph…”
The Ice Dragon Girl struggled and whimpered in his palm, but Kainopal did not look at her. His face, scorched by golden radiance, turned towards Zolgorah.
Although the hand gripping the maiden’s throat remained firm, he could no longer speak. The roaring golden flames had already scorched his vocal cords.
In just a moment, more than half of Kainopal’s life origin had been burned, and he had endured the desperate attacks of Verafia, the Blood Lord, and others. The flame of his life was already about to extinguish.
“Lord Kainopal, rest assured.”
Zolgorah took the Ice Dragon Girl from his hands. The Golden Prime Minister then closed his eyes. The body and soul of the legendary elf burned away, turning into scorched firewood.
“Damn it, Zolgorah, you old fossil, give Little Fei back to me! If you do, this young lady can spare your life!”
Verafia, disregarding her goddess status, yelled in desperation and fury. Every attack she unleashed stirred up world-shattering waves, incredibly terrifying. The pure emerald green of life was stained with brilliantly burning golden flames.
But Zolgorah was unaffected. Aizeria remained by his side, and the heavily wounded Dark Moon Goddess, Shylphis, led three legends forward to block them. In a few moments, they were heavily wounded but did not retreat a single step.
Zolgorah gazed at the Ice Dragon Girl captured in his hands. She was struggling, her beautiful dragon wings and moon-white dragon tail swaying. Her youthful little face showed pain.
But he did not care. The silver moonlight suddenly lit up in his dark silver pupils. Pure white impurities seemed to be the devout prayers of the Moonlight Goddess’s followers. A hand reached into Ophi’s chest, and he actually stripped the moonlight from her body!
Time flowed as if frozen. Ophi’s struggle weakened, her exquisite eyelashes gradually closing over her beautiful big eyes, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, leaving only her artistic, beautiful little face, reflected in the strands of soft moonlight.
Zolgorah took out the moonlight that had merged with the maiden. Suddenly, a terrifying fluctuation came, and Verafia once again plunged her Life Divine Sword into the core of the Dark Moon Goddess.
Shylphis’s silver eyelashes trembled slightly. She could no longer bear the power of the moonlight. Struck by Verafia’s sword, her delicate body trembled, like shattered crystal. Crisp sounds echoed in the frozen air.
As if feeling pain again, and her dark silver pupils briefly regaining a moment of clarity, she looked at her sister beside Zolgorah, who was immersed in the silver-white moonlight. Her lips moved, and she softly uttered a faint sound.
Immediately, the Dark Moon Goddess’s form shattered into streams of moonlight and dissipated into the life divine radiance.
Witnessing the dissipation of his daughter, Zolgorah’s eyes, rarely showing a trace of emotion, quickly subsided.
He reached out and caught a wisp of dark moonlight, which solidified in his hand. It was the moonlight divinity corrupted by the abyss.
A surge of brilliant life essence swept over. Igit shielded her from the attempting Dark Elves. Verafia drew her divine sword and almost reached him, her exquisite and magnificent face filled with indignation:
“Zolgorah, I’ll say it one last time, give Little Fei back to me!”
“Your Highness, you cannot.”
Zolgorah refused directly. His eyes shone brightly. Holding the sleeping Ophi in his embrace, he stood up, his gaze falling upon the moonlight he had stripped from the dragon girl’s body. “This is the Goddess’s gift!”
“You damned bastard!” Verafia was so angry she could have bitten through her silver teeth.
Seeing that he had no intention of compromising, the maiden goddess’s life divine power was unleashed without reservation, all converging on the Sword of Miss Titting. Raising her jade hand, she slashed at the hateful dark elf before her with a sword!
Pure moonlight shone brightly in front of Zolgorah, like a hard crystal of moonlight. The Sword of Life struck, embedding itself several inches deep. Countless brilliant life energies permeated outwards, but they were still unable to cleave through this moonlight.
Zolgorah’s dark silver long hair was blown by the moonlight, revealing his elegant face. But at this moment, his eyes were filled only with incredibly bright moonlight, as if he were a fanatically devout believer.
Taking advantage of Verafia being blocked in front of him, he waved his right hand again. Aizeria slumped down limply, and he obtained another ray of moonlight from her body.
Both rays of moonlight from the Goddess Elusia fell into Zolgorah’s hands, surging like waves. The moonlight swept through, blowing past the Grand Priest’s divine robe, reflecting moonlight on the luxurious and sacred moonlight markings within the swirling fabric.
In his hand, the two rays of moonlight converged into a perfect, flawless full moon!
“This is…”
As Verafia gripped her Life Divine Sword, preparing to attack again, her golden eyes widened. The surging silver-white moonlight was reflected in her golden eyes. At the end of her divine sense, an incredibly sacred, hazy, and ethereal existence was slowly awakening.
The converged moonlight also washed over Zolgorah’s body, but his life flame was being drawn out. His long lifespan, which a legendary elf should have possessed, rapidly began to age.
His dark silver hair turned dry strand by strand. Zolgorah’s originally handsome and graceful face was quickly marked with decay, withered and dry, with ugly wrinkles forming.
Clearly, combining the two rays of moonlight caused his will to touch the origin of the Silver Moon Goddess, and it was also rapidly consuming his life origin.
But Zolgorah didn’t care. Like a fanatical believer, he raised his aged face and shouted, “Your Highness, please accept my soul… accept, your servant’s perfect body that has been prepared for you!”
As his voice spoke, tears of old age flowed down. Zolgorah’s flesh and blood completely dissolved, and a wisp of dark color surged along with the moonlight.
Zolgorah was the first Dark Elf. Thirty years ago, he was also the first Silver Moon Elf to integrate the abyss into his body. Now, Zolgorah offered the darkness he had tempered with his life to his goddess!
The brilliant light was so intense that even Verafia could not open her eyes.
The moment Zolgorah offered his soul, far from the World Tree on the edge of the Emerald Forest, in the Holy Spirit Mountain Range, the Moon Well shimmered. Dark Elves presented the prepared offerings to the moonlight altar.
Verafia tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes widening.
It was as if a huge floor-to-ceiling window had appeared before them. The blooming white rose garden was right before their eyes. The rich floral fragrance and the silvery waterfall-like pure moonlight passed through the high rose walls and entered the room. The entire World Tree room was illuminated by dreamlike, bright moonlight.
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It feels like a few more chapters are needed to finish…
PS: Writing 10,000 words a day is too painful…