Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

238 Melting Sanity

Selma Payne’s POV:

A strong evil aura, or rather, a strong fragrance.

At this moment, I was both tired and hungry. The wounds all over my body were screaming that I needed more power to heal myself. The evil force in the air tempted me like the aroma of roasted lamb chops. I was eager to find the main course, but I didn’t see anything other than the disgusting old man and the rough man.

As for the young witches standing with me on the altar – a huge stone block – they seemed to think that even wearing a cloak in front of the ‘holy’ Azazel was a sin they happily took off their mink cloaks and wore thin silk nightdress as they shivered in the snow.

I did not doubt that I shouldn’t even wear this silk nightdress, but everyone present was a man. If a man saw my naked body, I would lose my ‘purity’, so I forced myself to wear this nightdress that was better than nothing.

How could this be? Was I also suffering from virgin cancer? The archpriest should have given his seat to me.

The witches even kindly helped me take off my cloak. Thank you so much. No one would feel cold wearing branches and leaves in the snow mountain at -30 degrees celsius. No one.

Ha!

I didn’t know why I was still in the mood to comment about this and that. I should be anxious and angry and keep finding a way to escape. However, the truth was that I had become abnormally lazy. In fact, I even started to feel that everything didn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter if it was a demon or a false god; anyone would do. Please come out and let me have a bite. I was about to starve to death.

The archpriest was waiting for a time. From the whispers of the cultists, I believed it was two in the morning, the darkest moment before dawn.

According to the legends, the tragedy of Mullwica also happened in the dark before dawn. Could this have something to do with the seal?

The archpriest began to set up the altar, and the cultists began to stir. What surprised me was that they obediently put down the weapons they had been holding tightly in their hands as if the archpriest’s bullsh*t prayers of ‘cold iron is disrespectful, but god has given you great power’ were more important than their own lives.

But no matter what, I was willing to see such a development.

I smelled a familiar scent – Aldrich, Master Mary, and many other familiar and unfamiliar team members.

They must have hidden their scent in advance, but Yuri didn’t smell it. He kneeled on the ground like a retard, begging for his god’s mercy. However, I could smell everyone’s scent, and I inexplicably associated everyone with the aroma of food. I thought they should be delicious.

Stop!

What are you thinking?

I was certain that Aldrich and the others were hiding in a corner, probably the only passage that led here. It was strange that the cultists didn’t send anyone to guard this traffic route. It was really strange.

However, no matter how strange it was, it had nothing to do with me for the time being because the sacrificial ceremony had finally begun.

The archpriest took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and then shouted, “Kneel.”

I would say that this was a complete waste of breath because most of the cultists had already obediently kneeled with their butts up in the air. That scene was indeed an eyesore.

The clouds parted, and the bright moonlight shone on the altar. The archpriest cut his arm and mumbled something.

“The fields of parting, the white snow. The believers of the mist are eagerly waiting.

“Returning to the stars and moon, stone armor by the day. A hundred years, in the blink of an eye.”

Just as he was reciting those strange incantations, a sudden change occurred!

The wolves were here!

Under the blessing of the full moon, the wolves were stronger and fiercer than usual. In an instant, they had opened up the stomachs of several evil cultists on the periphery!

The evil cultists were stunned by this sudden change. It was only after losing a few of their companions that they reacted. Their eyes revealed a fierce light as they shouted, “Enemy attack! Get your weapons!”

However, they looked left and right. Where were the guns? Where were the blades? Where did they all go?

It turned out that the ‘considerate’ archpriest had already helped them to place them in the corner of the altar!

The evil cultists wanted to snatch the weapons, but the strong wolves had already gotten the weapons before them. With a drop of the special potion concocted by a werewolf grandmaster, the silver wrapped around the swords and spears immediately dissolved. Then, he picked up the swords and spears and used a little force, immediately breaking them!

How could humans who had lost their weapons be a match for werewolves? Soon, there were very few humans who could stand.

The witches waiting for Azazel’s ‘visit’ were so scared that they couldn’t care less about their purity. They pulled off their nightgowns and jumped off the altar to escape, but a few werewolves gently hit them on the back of their necks, and they fainted.

Looking at the archpriest again, he seemed to be fine, still intoxicatedly reciting his sacrificial prayer, not caring at all that his ‘brothers and sisters’ were in danger.

“Call me true god and ride the snow phoenix. A hundred people as a sacrifice, the world will listen!”

My intuition told me something terrible would happen after he finished his incantation, so I endured the excruciating pain and struggled. I absorbed The branches and leaves that bound me with difficulty. I dragged my broken body and slammed forward.

“Praise my true god, Azazel! The enmity of a hundred generations shall be repaid today!”