Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Chapter 681: The Descendant

Chapter 681: The Descendant

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Yarin's POV:

The moment I gave up struggling, black gas shot from my nose and mouth.

As Karter laughed excitedly, I gradually melted and was permeated by the black blood. Then, I was molded into a form under the black fog.

After an unknown amount of time, I fell to the ground. I felt as if a road roller had crushed my entire body. I couldn't use any strength and couldn't even stand up.

Footsteps approached me. It was Karter.

"Really... Perfect." He kneeled before me and stretched out his hands but hesitated and

stopped mid-air. In the end, he sighed. "My master, my true god, I can't wait to see you descend."

The cold temperature from his fingertips made me feel a chill. I struggled to retreat, but in the next second, my body moved on its own.

The crackling sounds of bones made my hair stand on end and my heart ache even more. Obviously, it wasn't me who made me stand up, but......

A deep and magnetic voice like that of a cello spoke quietly. Facing the humble believer, he just praised him indifferently, "You did well."

This casual sentence was enough to drive the believers crazy. Karter incoherently expressed her excitement and honor as if he did not care that the god he served was indifferent.

He raised his hand and examined the pair of hands that were still young but had just begun to show signs of strength. He sighed softly, "My bloodline... My descendants... My natural vessel."

"Of course! This is the most suitable body for your god's descent. Even if it can only make you praise us for a second, we will give up everything for it." Karter looked like he was about to cry and was indeed teary.

"Give up everything?" He laughed softly and asked, "So, you don't want any reward?"

"Yes, my lord," Karter said righteously.

He laughed as if he had been pleased. That was really an intoxicating sound, like a world- famous song. If he were an ordinary person, he would be able to charm thousands of followers.

But this was an evil god, and only his believers would call his voice heavenly.

"I know, I know," he said. "Your devotion and desire."

He raised his hand, and black mist emerged. Karter accepted it ecstatically. A few seconds later, when the black fog dispersed, the injuries on his body were as good as new. He was even younger, stronger, and more handsome than a teenage idol.

Karter crawled down like a dog, kissing his shoes repeatedly, incoherently expressing his gratitude and loyalty again.

By the way, 'his' shoes were also my shoes. I had 'participated' in the conversation and actions of these two people just now, even though I was only providing a body.

That was right. Right now, my control over my body had been forcefully taken away. This evil god - damn it, Azazel, occupied my body as if there was no one else, calling me a 'vessel' as if he didn't realize that his master's consciousness was still in this body.

Now, there was no need to say anything more. The ins and outs of the matter were obvious.

The Lily of the Valley took Lily away and turned the entire broadcast station into this to attract the werewolves and me. They had already set their eyes on me, choosing me as a vessel for Azazel's descent.

The Moonlight Festival, the explosions, and the car accident were probably just smokescreens. While the werewolves were on guard, they also limited our thinking, making us treat these as terrorist attacks and unable to think of their true purpose.

I feared they'd been secretly watching me for a long time, so they used Lily as bait.

The reason for choosing me was also straightforward. Azazel himself had said 'my bloodline' and 'my descendant'. Strictly speaking, my mother was his daughter in her previous life, so I was his grandson. That insignificant blood relationship could make him more comfortable. ... Damn it, what the f*ck was this? I was so unlucky!

There were also those stupid 'keys'. The key of Mullvica's House clearly didn't have so many sinister conditions. Now it seemed that the charging of human life was indeed part of the sacrifice!

These damned cultists! This damned evil god!

Just as I was about to rage, Azazel suddenly said, "He's angry."

It sounded pleasant.

Karter was stunned for a few seconds before realizing he was referring to me. He said indifferently, "He can only be angry. What else can he do? I thought you would crush his soul. It's still very troublesome to have another consciousness in the body..."

He didn't finish. Azazel's silent gaze made him feel fear and almost kneel.

"I'm very sorry, my lord. I... I shouldn't have questioned your decision...Please forgive me. Please forgive my disrespect..."

Azazel did not say anything. He just walked to the dwarf's corpse that had been stabbed beyond recognition in the corner. Karter scrambled to catch up and heard him say, "So, is this the person who brought me the new vessel?"