Chapter 245

245 Mullwica’s Soul

Selma Payne’s POV:

Countless souls wrapped around me and attacked Azazel.

Azazel didn’t take my rebellion seriously. Instead, he squinted in delight. “You’re so energetic. I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to recover because of this. It would be so boring if you become a boring dead dog!”

With his contemptuous dodging, all my attacks missed. But it didn’t matter because my primary target wasn’t him at all...

“Ah-!”

When Azazel dodged, New Flow wrapped the archpriest from head to toe and quickly digested its prey like a pitcher plant digesting a fly. The archpriest did not even have the time to struggle. The angry souls firmly locked his limbs, and the river absorbed the black mist that spread out. There was nothing he could do but struggle in fear.

He looked at Azazel pleadingly, but Azazel only looked at him as if he were performing. He had no intention of saving him.

“I like energetic puppies,” Azazel said as he gently picked up Dorothy, who had fallen on the snow. “But a pet should act like a pet. You must get the owner’s permission even if you want to bite someone.”

The grip around Dorothy’s neck gradually tightened. Her face turned red, but she did not say a word. She stared at Azazel’s face, which was 70% similar to hers, with hatred and stubbornness.

I did not let go of the archpriest because I knew that Dorothy no longer cared about her life at this point, and she did not want me to give in for her. In the twisted wailing of the priest, he gradually melted, shrank, and finally became my food. Even his soul disappeared from this world.

Finally, Azazel let go of Dorothy.

“I’m surprised you’re not as indecisive as you look.”

His sharp nails scratched Dorothy’s skin, and red blood dripped, picked up by his gorgeous fingertips, and sent into his mouth.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he said. “You’re not a qualified pet dog, but I like you very much. Would you like to be my daughter?”

I silently digested the demon’s words and asked in disdain, “Become your daughter? After you’ve killed so many of my people?”

“If you become my daughter, you’ll be a descendant of a god. It’ll be easy to capture some souls to become your kin.” Azazel’s mellow voice could easily bewitch people. “When the time comes, they will be able to live forever. This is the ultimate goal that many people pursue their entire lives. They will be grateful to you forever.”

A descendant of god?

Immortality?

It sounded really alluring. I would have believed it if I didn’t know what kind of person this human-like demon was.

Upon receiving Dorothy’s ‘now is the time’ gaze, I suddenly burst forth, compressing all of New Flow’s power and striking at Azazel!

“Ah, negotiation failed.” Azazel’s eyes turned cold. “I don’t like disobedient dogs and rebellious daughters. In that case, there’s no need for you to live!”

The sharp black mist condensed into sharp crystals and attacked me. I dodged them in a sorry state, but I didn’t retract New Flow that was rooted in Azazel’s body. I could feel that the energy absorbed into my body was gradually becoming more dangerous. They were like a King’s cake wrapped in bombs, in danger of exploding at any time.

The crystal pierced through my shoulder blade and nailed me to the snow. Countless fine crystals floated around me, and it would only take a second for me to become a dead hedgehog.

He walked toward me, step by step. New Flow was like a giant parasite on him, but he didn’t care.

“It’s dawn, child.”

He reached out.

“Good night,” he said.

The sharp crystal fell!

Whoosh-!

A dazzling golden light exploded in a flash and instantly dispelled all the dark power.

Azazel finally looked surprised. He looked at the golden mist that slowly seeped out of his body and said in disbelief, “What is this...?”

The golden mist swirled and condensed, finally transforming into a woman in a silver robe.

The moment she appeared, Dorothy and I said in unison, “Mullwica!”

That was right. This unexpected variable was Mullwica.

After I digested the archpriest, I realized that a spell that blocked my communication with Dorothy had disappeared. Thanks to Azazel’s disgusting act of tasting his blood, Dorothy realized that there was a hidden power in Azazel’s body that resonated with her blood.

Azazel didn’t notice it at all. This was undoubtedly a good opportunity for us. That was why I risked my life to attack Azazel. With the guidance of Dorothy’s blood, I managed to smuggle that mysterious power out of the New Flow.

We made the right bet. That mysterious force was indeed Mullwica, who had disappeared without a trace ever since the seal was opened.

She looked like a gentle middle-aged woman. In the face of Azazel’s shock, she said arrogantly, “Good morning, disgusting goat head. We’ve been roommates for 300 years, after all. Your eyes are really sad.”