Chapter 561 - 561: The Mystery Of The Bloodline

Chapter 561: The Mystery Of The Bloodline

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Selma Payne’s POV:

Soon, my assistants arrived.

Master Mary, Master Hayley, and the others rushed over with the werewolf grandmasters. What surprised me was that Master Mary was carrying Cynthia in her arms!

“Why are you here?” I couldn’t care less about being polite. I shouted, “It is too dangerous here. You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get hurt. Go back quickly!”

However, Cynthia didn’t deny it. She gestured for Master Mary to put her down and ran to me. She said seriously, “I’m needed here, Mother. You can’t take care of the wounded and the battlefield alone, let alone fight against the demons. Besides, do you treat me as a child with a mortal body? My essence is just the incarnation of a ball of power. There’s no such thing as life and death or any injury.”

She looked at the wounded moaning behind me and said, “I can help you take care of the wounded so that you can focus on the battlefield.”

I looked at her, speechless. Even though I could only treat Cynthia as my tender little daughter, I knew she was right. I needed someone to take over my experience with the injured. Otherwise, fighting on two fronts would be very dangerous.

Thus, I compromised and asked Master Mary to care for Cynthia before I turned around and rushed to the battlefield.

The Evaria Cemetery was a complete mess. Zombies were everywhere. I made my way to the tomb keeper’s hut, only to find it unexpectedly crowded.

Sisley was standing in a corner with a pale face. In front of him was someone who thought I would never expect to appear.

It was Linda.

‘Linda’ saw me and gave up on Sisley. She turned around and walked toward me.

“If you’re not Linda, who are you?” I asked warily.

‘Linda’ replied with a smile, “What do you think?”

Seeing that I was shocked, her features changed again. This time, it took Frank’s face!

I immediately made a guess, making my hands and feet cold.

That person walked over slowly, and his face changed with every step he took. Linda, Frank, I didn’t know any middle-aged men who looked 80% like Sisley and even Sir Evaria!

He stopped before me, only two or three steps away, quietly waiting for my answer.

“You are…”

My throat felt dry and almost oozed blood.

“Azazel.”

The man standing in front of me laughed loudly. As he laughed, the evilness in the air suddenly spread, and the shockwave caused the battlefield not far away to be in a mess.

“Selma!”

Aldrich and Dorothy wanted to come and help me, but I immediately shouted at them not to come over. But I was still a step too late. Azazel had already noticed them, and instantly, he disappeared from my sight.

“Oh, I still remember you, little girl.” He appeared before Dorothy, his long sharp nails gently lifting Dorothy’s chin.

I immediately tensed up. “Let her go. This is between you and me. Don’t get innocent people involved!”

“Innocent people?” Azazel laughed, his fingernails sliding down Dorothy’s chin, causing blood to seep.

“Yes, this is it. This made me think you were my daughter.”

He suddenly grabbed Dorothy and flashed in front of me. Before I could resist, he pinched my cheek, just like he did Dorothy.

“Look carefully. There’s nothing similar between the two of you. How could I have been deceived? Haha! So interesting, so very interesting!”

Azazel grabbed our faces and observed them closely. He suddenly let go, not caring about our rapid retreat.

“Did you have a good dream? My child? I hope you like the illusion I built for you. It’s a gorgeous and comfortable palace. I’m beginning to understand why you like it there.”

“What is going on, Azazel?” I asked coldly. “Who is your daughter? What the hell are you doing?”

Azazel no longer wore Sir Evaria’s face. His body and facial features kept changing, eventually becoming an image I would never forget.

He leaned against the foyer weakly, exuding a terrifying charm.

“The truth is, you are my daughter, Selma. Or should I call you Madeline? You’ve disappointed me. That painting was obvious, but you didn’t think of any clues.”

He hooked his finger, and ‘A Heartless Death’, hanging in my bedroom, suddenly appeared.

“How dramatic! Back then, when I told that little girl this story, it was just to relieve her boredom. I didn’t expect that everything would be connected again now. Fate… hah! It’s irresistible.”

“This is impossible.” I immediately denied it. “Don’t try to deceive me, demon. Your story is too clumsy.”

“Is that so?” Azazel smiled charmingly, and the oil painting in the frame suddenly moved.

“Seeing is believing,” he said seductively. “If you don’t believe me, come and see for yourself.”

Everything happened on a lonely afternoon. The goddess was taking a nap on the green grassland. The grazing herders saw the beauty of the sky and fell in love at first sight.

The love was like a fire burning his heart. The cowherd gave everything he had and summoned the devil to pray for a kiss and be united with the goddess..