I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 971

Chapter 17 Fallen Angel
The sky and earth quaked at this moment. In the suddenly ringing sacred bell of the church, an incomparably dazzling radiance shot up into the sky. Vast light tore through the pervading divine power of life, and what appeared in everyone’s eyes was a handsome and majestic man.
Silk robes fluttered in the radiance, and magnificent angelic wings spread in the light. He was an eight-winged angel, holy and noble, an existence found in historical classics!
“An eight-winged fallen angel… Is that the ‘Angel of Judgment,’ Sariel, who betrayed the light and fell into darkness?”
Ig tightened his long sword, his gaze fixed on the majestic figure in the light. Half of his wings were magnificent and pure, like the most radiant light, yet the other half had fallen into the darkness of hell, pitch black and filthy, filled with the defilement of corruption.
Such opposing colors, holiness and corruption, light and darkness, were perfectly presented on him. A heavy aura emanated, causing his sword to tighten in his hand.
Verafia stepped forward slightly, her dawn-golden hair gently swaying. Her seemingly slender body shielded Ig and the others behind her from the angel’s pressure.
Gazing at the incredibly brilliant light beside the angel, the girl’s beautiful golden eyes slightly lifted, and she softly spoke:
“Yes, as Ig said, Sariel once served the God of Light. He fell into darkness and returned to Agrand after countless years… Besides seeking refuge with Moon, the Holy See Pope, his actions included occupying Annolcolon, converting the tyrant, and making this city a sanctuary in war.”
Ig’s pupils narrowed slightly. He understood that the girl had made it clear, and her seemingly self-talk was actually an explanation for them.
“What you witness is the order she desires to see.”
Suddenly, a voice came, filled with boundless light, giving people a sense of holiness and conviction from the bottom of their hearts.
That was the voice of the eight-winged angel from the dense light.
“What she desires to see… So that’s it.”
Verafia said. She saw a trace of pure light from Sariel’s holy wings. Although the eight-winged angel was high in the infinite light above the church, her gaze did not seem to look up at all. Her youthful red lips curled slightly, and she suddenly uttered:
“Yet you used them as firewood. Is this the light you pursue?”
The prayers of the people of all Annolcolon filled the surroundings. They were fanatical and devout, the power of faith continuously rising, not hesitating to burn their lives and souls just to merge into the pure light behind Sariel.
Such solemn and sacred scenes only evoked mockery from Verafia. She should have understood long ago that this was merely Sariel’s plunder of all Annolcolon for the sake of so-called “light”!
“This is only because you came to this city. Otherwise, they would not have had to offer themselves,” Sariel replied.
Verafia’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. She knew that Sariel’s words were not to shirk responsibility nor to condemn her arrival, but merely to explain to herself.
As angels, they were never on the same level as mortals. Just as a monarch ruling myriad nations would not care about the farmers in the fields in their luxurious palaces, why would they care about the common people?
However, this stance instead caused a hint of anger to arise in Verafia’s heart.
Ophi and Misella next to her also tightly gripped their weapons, looking at the angel in the light with indignant expressions.
“Goddess of Life, are you angry? It’s just because of these mortals… You and she have the same compassion for such mortals.”
In the light, Sariel’s face was handsome, full of divinity. It was a calm, serene will that transcended the material, as if he were looking down from above, commenting on the lives in all of Annolcolon. Verafia could vaguely sense a hint of hidden sadness deep within.
But in the next moment, a fiery glint blazed in Sariel’s golden eyes.
“Then, noble goddess, please have your divine spark also merge into this light!”
The fallen angel’s voice suddenly became high-pitched, and countless light feathers flew. In an instant, the light swept across the entire city with his wings, and in its holiness, it ignited the burning of heavenly fire!
“This is the power of light… How is it possible, Sariel, after all these years, Anna has never seen Sariel possess this kind of power!”
The loli with snow-blue long hair exclaimed in shock. She inexplicably raised her small face. After being reshaped by Verafia’s divine power, she was no longer a dark demon race, but when facing the intense light sweeping with light wings, her delicate face was still burning, and she felt fear deep in her soul.
Although before, Anrijie had seen that half of the familiar fallen angel’s wings had been re-dyed with light, and even extended into the dazzling light, at this moment, the brilliant light emanating from his body, let alone a fallen angel, a subordinate of the Demon King of Darkness, even a true angel, would absolutely not be like this!
As for his hidden potential… Anrijie was once an immortal supreme being. Furthermore, since the creation of the Demon Realm, the Demon King had passed through dozens of generations. It was impossible for them to not be able to distinguish Sariel’s strength, right?
“Could it be that Sariel cultivated it anew after coming to this world? But it’s only been a few months, Anna feels it’s impossible…”
Her lake-like blue eyes watched as Anrijie’s small hands grasped and spoke in confusion, a trace of radiance just touched the hem of her maid’s dress, and the divine power of life suddenly surrounded it, permeating the traces of space. Under the descent of light, Anrijie and the others beside her were enveloped.
In an instant, the laws and concepts of light and life twisted. Their senses reconnected, and they had already moved to the sky.
Verafia’s slender hands gently grasped, a wisp of life-giving light forming a holy sword. Countless rays of light fell into the ocean of light. With a graceful step, she moved forward to meet the fallen angel where light feathers and filthy wings intertwined!
Ten thousand feet of light were blocked by Verafia’s delicate body and broken in the divine power of life, but a little still overflowed. The loli with snow-blue long hair instinctively extended her small hand to shield her face.
Andes’ robes fluttered as he stood up to block the dazzling light, and the dawn he extended rang out in the light.
“Miss Anrijie, perhaps as Her Highness the Goddess said. This fallen angel’s light is merely borrowed from His Holiness the Pope.”
Andes spoke to the snow-haired loli behind him. His gaze slightly lowered, his deep pupils saw the dawn holy sword covered in brilliant gold light, but a trace of unpardonable darkness seeped into it.
Sariel’s light was merely a superficial disguise. His true power still came from his downfall, like the darkness that separates from the dawn.
The blue-haired youth’s gaze slightly lifted. Pure light still surrounded the fallen angel. Facing Verafia, his dark wings vibrated, and a great sword entwined with dark red flames was drawn, burning with corruption and igniting sin!
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This chapter is written very messily… (Completely failed to write well…)