261 The Black Cocoon
Selma Payne’s POV:
Three days passed by quickly.
I met all of my old friends once. On the night I woke up, Dorothy wanted to follow the original plan and bring his family to pray for me. I hurriedly rejected her. In any case, I was already awake, and there was nothing wrong with my body and soul, so I didn’t want them to make a wasted trip.
After all, the divine fragment was the proof that supported their rationality. Although they would not die so easily because of the little energy lost, who knew if there was a chance? It was better to be careful.
And I also felt a little complicated about this kind of repetitive behavior. I was touched and grateful. Anyone would be touched by such sincere dedication. However, it was also true that I felt uncomfortable. This wasn’t a difference in status but a difference in the race. However, I was no longer that high and mighty god. Rather than being worshipped by others, I would rather sit down and chat with them.
As I said that, Dorothy sneered, “Ha! You don’t know how blessed you are!”
“Why don’t you try it for yourself?” I immediately pulled her to my seat. “Sit on the high altar and imagine a group of believers in robes praying to you. And among these people are your friends, comrades, and team members. Can you accept them with a calm heart?”
Dorothy shivered and immediately ran away. “No, no, I’ll leave this good fortune for you to enjoy.”
In short, after three days of waiting, I could finally return to the palace openly and return to my normal social life.
Aldrich was in charge of escorting me. Along the way, he told me everything that had happened in the past few years.
The first was the advance party. Besides Linda and Frank, everyone had returned safely, including the first batch of soldiers who had come from the pack but were killed by Azazel. In other words, I now had nearly 400 followers, and these 400 people were all strong, experienced, and loyal warriors or werewolf grandmasters.
What kind of concept was this? No matter where I brought this large group of people, even if it was just for a trip, the other side might think I had brought people here to fight without declaring.
Linda’s situation was very strange. Ever since she turned into a black cocoon three years ago, she had not made any moves. Neither scientific methods nor the werewolf grandmaster could detect the movements in the cocoon. The only thing they could be sure of was the evil power constantly emanating from it.
Even without the werewolf grandmaster’s examination, Aldrich, Dorothy, and the others could recognize the source of the power – it was Azazel.
The elders suspected that Linda might end up as the fetus of Azazel, which meant that she would eventually become the vessel for Azazel to come to the human world again.
Some elders suggested destroying the black cocoon in case of an imminent disaster. Some other elders strongly opposed it. They believed that since they couldn’t confirm the situation inside the black cocoon, they couldn’t act rashly. Linda’s life and death were unknown, and her compatriots couldn’t be the executioners who sent her on her way.
The two factions argued endlessly, and the destruction faction had always had the upper hand. However, because the black cocoon’s activity had been very weak, it had stopped directly a year ago as if it was dead. Gradually, this was put aside by a tacit understanding.
Hearing this, I couldn’t help but sneer. Everyone knew what these people were up to. Previously, they advocated destroying it because they were afraid of death. The opposition didn’t seem to value their camaraderie much. They thought they could do it now that the black cocoon was suspected to be dead. If I was not wrong, someone is clamoring to secretly send researchers to study the black cocoon again, right?”
Aldrich clearly understood the tricks of these political actors and said with disdain, “That’s right. Some elders wanted to put their entire family, including their pets, into the research team. Some even gave the guards money to smuggle the black cocoon samples, but they were all taken care of by His Majesty.”
Sometimes, I admired the intelligence and courage of some people. They knew it was an evil creation that contained the power of a supreme demon, yet they still wanted to try to get their hands on it.
What were they after?
Aldrich quickly explained to me, “For the sake of power and eternal life, in many ancient legends, flesh and blood of ancient creatures contain great power that can allow people to live forever and maintain their youth. Now that such a great temptation is placed in front of them, how can these short-sighted and life-cherishing trash resist their greed?”
“If they want power and immortality, they’ve missed a great opportunity.” I laughed. “If anyone went to the Rocky Mountains back then, they would’ve been able to obtain the divine fragment by now. Even if they couldn’t become a god and wouldn’t be able to live forever, they would’ve been ten times stronger and had a long and healthy life.”
Many elders opposed the Rocky Mountains plan at the time. They had used excuses like ‘it’s a waste of money’ and ‘meaningless’. Some of the more uptight ones even wanted me to die so they would have a chance to covet the throne of the heir.
Who knew that the advance party would bring back so many valuable results? Even if I were still unconscious, my parents would not let go of those who tried to ruin the results I had exchanged for my life!