Chapter 247
Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
247 Death
Selma Payneâs POV:
Mullwicaâs protective spell formation protected Dorothy and me in a quiet corner. However, I could hear every single word of their argument.
Divine blood.
Descendant.
Reincarnation.
I could understand every word, but why couldnât I understand what they were going on about when I pieced them all together?
It sounded like Dorothy was Azazelâs daughter in her previous life, but Azazel and Mullwica were enemies and not family, and it did not seem like they were lovers who had fallen out. However, when Azazel said that Mullwica had given birth to his daughter with his divine blood, and Mullwica had also tacitly agreed to it, there must have been something between them. Otherwise, it would not make sense.
For some reason, I thought of Mullwicaâs small house that was hidden by space magic. We were guessing that Mullwica was hiding from someone. Could it be Azazel? This made sense. Azazel wanted to get his daughter back, but Mullwica deliberately hid from him, so he lured Mullwicaâs son to find out Mullwicaâs whereabouts.
Then, the question was, why did Mullwica give birth to a daughter? I was guessing that her relationship with Azazel back then was, at best, unrelated to each other. What reason did she have to use his divine blood?
Soon, I didnât have the time to think about all these. Dorothy, who was in my arms, started twitching madly. Blood began to ooze out of her facial orifices and nails. There was definitely something wrong with the blood that was red to the point of turning purple. It did not melt the snow when it dripped onto the ground. Instead, it formed bloody ice crystals.
It looked like the power crystal of Azazel, but it was red.
I tried to use New Flow to remove the impurities in Dorothyâs blood, but as soon as I came into contact with the strange ingredients, I felt a burning pain, as if acid had invaded my bone marrow. Compared to what I had devoured before, what I was currently experiencing was probably the true âdivine powerâ or âdivine bloodâ. This was the core power of a god and could even be said to be a part of the divine persona.
My heart sank. This meant that Azazel wasnât lying. Dorothy did have his divine blood in her. She, or rather, she in her past life, was Azazelâs daughter.
What the hell was this?!
No matter how painful it was, I had to endure it and try my best to separate the divine blood from mine. However, this time, it failed. At most, it could only lock on to the divine blood. It couldnât even wrap them up, let alone swallow them. Or rather, it wasnât impossible, but the price was too great. My bodyâs functions subconsciously decided to save my life for me.
No matter how much I urged New Flow, it refused to move. Seeing that Dorothyâs breathing was getting weaker and weaker, I could only turn to Mullwica for help.
âDorothy is bleeding! Her breathing is getting weaker and weaker!â
After trapping Azazel for a short while, Mullwica immediately floated to us to check Dorothyâs injuries.
However, even she couldnât do anything when the god blood was activated.
âStop your little tricks.â She glared at Azazel with hatred. âSheâs dying. Stop!â
âShe wonât die, just like in her previous life. Only her dirty body left, and her soul will live forever.â Azazel was unmoved. âBesides, I canât stop even if I wanted to. Didnât you notice? Even before I awakened the divine blood, there was already something wrong with this girl.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âHer eyes with red halos are the harbinger of the fusion of divine blood and flesh. Even without me, she would soon experience all this. Actually, you shouldnât be afraid. Instead, you should be happy. This child must be very emotional and talented at using the power of divine blood with a mortal body!
âBut can she make it? Or would she become a monster that had lost her mind like the last time? That would be too disappointing. How about this â Iâll take back the divine blood if she fails again this time? So that she wonât have to suffer again in her next life. What do you think? Will you be happy with this?â
I couldnât believe that he could still laugh, even in Dorothyâs dying state. What was he proud of? Proud that his child was about to be annihilated again? Was he also a part of the pride?
Blood gushed out of Dorothyâs body, and her pupils had turned completely red. She looked just like Azazel, and only the silver light around her irises showed signs of life.
There was nothing I could do. The only thing I could do was to comfort her by her ear, âHang in there, Dorothy. You donât want this despicable man to laugh at you, do you? Devour that drop of divine blood. Donât let it control you. Youâre its master. Let it see whoâs the master!â
However, as time passed, Dorothyâs life force continued to dim.
She was turning cold, and the frequency of her spasms was gradually decreasing. However, I knew that this wasnât a sign of improvement. Rather, her body was no longer able to support such activities.
âPlease, I beg you, hang in there!â
Hot tears fell to the corner of Dorothyâs eyes, intertwining with a few dirty marks on her bloodied face. It was hard to tell if they were mine or Mullwicaâs.
At some point in time, snow began to fall, covering the traces of the wolves.