Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Chapter 682: Ants and Honey

Chapter 682: Ants and Honey

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Yarin's POV:

"Of course, it's him, my lord," Karter said reluctantly. "This ugly dwarf was called Anthony. He was lucky to be the first to meet your descendant and sacrificed his life to complete the final step of the sacrifice."

"So what reward does he want?" Azazel asked softly, but he did not need an answer. "I understand. Since he is my loyal subject, I am responsible for fulfilling his wish."

The black fog emerged soundlessly and enveloped the dwarf's corpse.

This time, the black fog lasted much longer than Karter's. It lasted so long that Karter began to gnash his teeth and stare at the corpse of his former companion as if he wanted to bite him into pieces and swallow him. The black fog continued to expand, and soon, it was impossible to see what was inside.

Crackling sounds came from the black fog, bringing a wave of tooth-numbing squirming sounds. The black fog continued to stretch and compress. It turned from an ethereal mist into a thin film that looked like a flowing liquid. Under it, a human body gradually took shape.

Then, the black mist seemed gradually absorbed by his body, disappearing gradually, revealing his snow-white and smooth skin.

This was a visually perfect body. It was tall and straight, with long limbs, smooth muscles, and smooth skin. Its thick, black, short curly hair was fluffy and smooth like a dark cloud. Under the tall nose bridge was a beautiful and full lip like red camelia.

There was no doubt that this 'person' was a handsome man.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the person who should have died opened his eyes again, revealing a pair of glass-like blue eyes.

At first, he was confused. His dilated pupils looked at the emptiness in the air. After a while, he seemed to have just understood how to 'operate' this new body. His chest began to rise and fall, his pupils gradually constricted, and his limbs began to try to coordinate.

Finally, he saw the person who had given him a new life.

It was the first sound in this world from a brand-new throat.

"My... Master..."

The resurrected dwarf Anthony had tears in his eyes. He still could not control his limbs and would fall into Azazel's arms even if he stumbled. Tears burst from the angelic eyes, wetting Azazel's clothes.

"Thank you, thank you..." He sobbed incoherently. His initially sharp and hoarse voice became elegant and mellow. "To love you and praise you, I'm willing to give up everything for you... My true god, my master..."

Azazel embraced his believer like a father, letting him cry, twisting his handsome face into a rag.

He did not say anything. He patted Anthony's back and looked out the window in boredom. The strange, deranged images outside were gone, replaced by the night and the grass that looked even messier under the lights. The grass was covered with a layer of snow. It was unknown when it had snowed outside.

I realized that I might have unknowingly arrived in another space. The change in the scenery outside the window indicated that I had left the broadcast station, and there was a high chance that I was not even in the folded space.

This place might be the third space superimposed on the two spaces.

Azazel was a master of playing with space. He had once constructed a dreamscape in the snowy mountain, almost wiping out my mother and her companions.

Furthermore, he was sealed then, and only one of his incarnations was sealed. Just like that, the little bit of power that leaked out was already so powerful, so this evil god who had obtained a human body would only be stronger.

Now, this great demon who had caused disasters in ancient and modern legends gently pushed away his still-crying believer with the hands of a twelve-year-old child and said to the two, "I want to meet the people who brought me this body."

Karter immediately nodded respectfully. Anthony stopped crying and hugged his new handsome body, feeling smug.

Now I understood why these cultists believe in Azazel like crazy. If anyone was Anthony and someone told you that you could get rid of ugliness and obtain beauty and strength, from a disgusting sewer rat to a heartthrob who harvested countless admirers, wouldn't you be tempted?

The most terrifying thing was that he could do it. With such a carrot hanging before you, would you restrain yourself from being a donkey?

Azazel understood the human heart and played with it for his use. Wishes and greed could be satisfied in front of him at will, which made him like honey in a group of ants. He could obtain an endless stream of followers without doing anything.

Azazel wasn't the only great demon in this world, so the cultists had never disappeared from the world since ancient times.

I was terrified.

"By the way," I heard him suddenly say. "Do you know what children like? Snacks? Toy?"

The believers looked at him in confusion.

"Haha, my dear grandson is angry. As a grandfather, I have to comfort him."

I was shocked. Not only did he know of my existence, he could even hear my thoughts!