247 Death
Selma Payne’s POV:
Mullwica’s 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 couldn’t I understand what they were going on about when I pieced them all together?
It sounded like Dorothy was Azazel’s 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 Mullwica’s 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 Mullwica’s son to find out Mullwica’s 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 didn’t 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 Dorothy’s 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 ‘divine power’ or ‘divine blood”. 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 wasn’t lying. Dorothy did have his divine blood in her. She, or rather, she in her past life, was Azazel’s daughter.
𝑓𝔯e𝚎𝒘𝗲𝚋𝒏oѵ𝒆𝒍. c𝗼m
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 couldn’t even wrap them up, let alone swallow them. Or rather, it wasn’t impossible, but the price was too great. My body’s functions subconsciously decided to save my life for me.
No matter how much I urged New Flow, it refused to move. Seeing that Dorothy’s breathing was getting weaker and weaker, I could only turn to Mullwica for help.
“Dorothy is bleeding! Her breathing is getting weaker and weaker!”
After trapping Azazel for a short while, Mullwica immediately floated to us to check Dorothy’s injuries.
However, even she couldn’t do anything when the god blood was activated.
“Stop your little tricks.” She glared at Azazel with hatred. “She’s dying. Stop!”
“She won’t die, just like in her previous life. Only her dirty body left, and her soul will live forever.” Azazel was unmoved. “Besides, I can’t stop even if I wanted to. Didn’t you notice? Even before I awakened the divine blood, there was already something wrong with this girl.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Her 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 shouldn’t 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!
“But 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 – I’ll take back the divine blood if she fails again this time? So that she won’t have to suffer again in her next life. What do you think? Will you be happy with this?”
I couldn’t believe that he could still laugh, even in Dorothy’s 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 Dorothy’s 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, “Hang in there, Dorothy. You don’t want this despicable man to laugh at you, do you? Devour that drop of divine blood. Don’t let it control you. You’re its master. Let it see who’s the master!”
However, as time passed, Dorothy’s life force continued to dim.
She was turning cold, and the frequency of her spasms was gradually decreasing. However, I knew that this wasn’t a sign of improvement. Rather, her body was no longer able to support such activities.
“Please, I beg you, hang in there!”
Hot tears fell to the corner of Dorothy’s eyes, intertwining with a few dirty marks on her bloodied face. It was hard to tell if they were mine or Mullwica’s.
At some point in time, snow began to fall, covering the traces of the wolves.
