Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

436 The Arrival

Selma Payne’s POV:

Who was here?

She was here.

Who was she?

She was...

“Everyone, retreat immediately! Put down everything you have to fight for the sake of your lives. Take your companions who have lost the ability to fight and leave immediately!”

I desperately asked all the innocent people to leave, even if they couldn’t understand or were confused. However, the current situation was so urgent that I didn’t even have the time to spend a minute explaining the facts.

My team members still listened to me, and their long-term combat experience made them subconsciously retreat. However, the elves weren’t so easy to talk to. Many soldiers didn’t know me at all, so they naturally had a suspicious attitude toward my orders.

I had no choice but to mobilize New Flow to bring them away from this land about to become hell.

“What’s happening? Selma?” Dorothy was the only one who refused to leave. I knew she was worried about me, but I was afraid that the situation that followed would not be something that the two of us could resolve.

“Take everyone and leave the Elven Capital City and the Elf Forest immediately. The further you drive, the better. Don’t waste any time,” I said quickly. “I’ll explain everything else to you on the way. The most important thing now is to leave!”

Seeing my unyielding attitude, Dorothy pursed her lips and ran away, turning back to look at me every few steps.

The situation on the battlefield had changed dramatically. Other than Loke and Kafka, the mutated cultist werewolves had suddenly twisted and changed their forms. They were like dried meat that had been suddenly drained of water. They had lost their lives and even their souls.

They were absorbed by Locke as nutrients... Or rather, Locke was just a carrier. She was the one who came.

Leviathan.

Unlike the demon’s projection that had been sealed for hundreds of years that I had met in the Rocky Mountains, the one that was about to break out of Locke’s body was an actual demon. The moment I touched the forbidden soul slice in his body, I knew that the most dangerous part of this trip was about to come.

Although it was only a slice of the soul, it was undoubtedly a terrifying creature that could summon clouds and rain with a flip of its hand. Back then, I almost paid the price with my life when dealing with Azazel’s weak projection that had just been released from the seal. Now that I’m facing Leviathan, what will the outcome be?

A drop of cold sweat slid down my forehead, along my dirty jaw, and fell to the ground, breaking into unremarkable mud.

Just as his sweat was dripping, everything finally came!

Locke let out a sharp howl. There was no anger or fear in it. It was the most foolish and primitive emotion in a living being’s body.

As he screamed, black mist gushed out of his throat, and the strong smell of the sea permeated the entire field like a ten-thousand-meter-deep ocean.

The black fog ferociously eroded every corner that carried the breath of life. Some of the infected or seriously injured elves who had not been taken away by their companions in time were instantly turned into a pool of seawater-like liquid under the erosion of the black fog. Then, they were wrapped by the black fog as nourishment for Leviathan’s appearance.

Wrong, wrong, everything was wrong.

I thought that the two Leviathan believers, Locke and Kafka, had cooperated with Azazel’s party to create a human body for their master, but now it seemed that Leviathan had accepted the sacrifice and completed its descent, so there was no need for any sacrifice!

So why? What did she want by letting her lackey get involved in this? Was it to kill in the elven political center to publicize her mighty existence?

I didn’t have much time to think. In the blink of an eye, there were no living things here except for Kafka and me. I didn’t know if Locke was still alive. This pitiful, lamentable, and hateful heretic’s physical body had already rotted, but his soul had forever become a slave to the devil.

Compared to the projection in my spiritual world, Leviathan in the real world looks more beautiful and dangerous. She was like the Goddess of Beauty in Greek mythology, with only a piece of soft gauze on her body. However, no one would have any intimate thoughts because her existence represented pain and death.

Kafka bowed and humbly greeted, “How are you, my master? It’s my life’s honor to see you.”

“You’re so sweet,” Leviathan said with a soft smile. “It would be great if you thought so in your heart.”

Kafka wanted to explain, but he immediately shut his mouth when he saw Leviathan’s amorous gaze.

Leviathan ignored him and turned to look at me.

“We meet again, my dear. How have you been? The scenery in hell is boring, and I’ve been thinking about the beautiful scenery on earth every day.”

She mumbled softly as if she was speaking to her lover or close friend. Her girly attitude was disgusting.

“I heard that you’re married and have a cute child. It’s a pity that I couldn’t witness all of this. Perhaps I should think of a way to give the newborn a congratulatory gift. I heard that the human world values this very much, and I don’t want to be impolite.”

At the mention of the child, I immediately replied coldly, “There is no need. Your disappearance now is the best gift.”