Chapter 351



351 The Burning Rock

Selma Payne’s POV:

I knew he would be angry about this.

“This was the only way at that time,” I said. “Either we give it a try, or the child and I will die. You know that New Flow can heal all physical injuries. I’m just in a bit of pain, and it won’t be life-threatening.”

“This is too reckless!” Aldrich was rarely this angry with me. He suddenly became discouraged and helplessly said, “I’m begging you, my dear, don’t make my heart so heavy. My legs were so weak when you were screaming that I couldn’t stand. The last thing I wanted to see kept appearing in my mind.”

“I’m sorry; I’ll discuss it with you next time.” I whispered, “Let’s go back to the previous question. What’s the situation now?”

“Next time? Seriously? A group of wanderers of unknown origins is attacking the palace’s northeast corner. They don’t seem to be the remnants of the wanderers we were chasing before, but more like pure cultists.”

“Evil cultist? What do they believe in?”

“I can’t tell yet. They’re wearing cloaks that hide all their characteristics. The evil power items they use don’t have any obvious marks.”

“Even the werewolf grandmasters can’t tell?”

“Master Mary and Master Kevin were attacked and fell into a coma. Dorothy is the only one who knows sorcery at the scene. The Sorcery Research Association is also under attack, and the situation is even more urgent than the palace. We can’t spare any manpower at all.”

“If it’s the northeast corner of the palace, what about the black cocoon? Is the black cocoon alright?”

“That’s what’s killing us. This group of cultists is here for the black cocoon. The ward where the black cocoon is sealed is shrouded in a fine black mist. We can’t see what’s going on inside at all.”

As expected, this group of stray werewolves had chosen the day I gave birth and came prepared.

By the time I arrived at the northeast corner, the battle had already entered the white heat stage. Many guards and wandering werewolves were lying on the ground, and it was unknown whether they were alive or dead.

The palace guards were caught off guard. In terms of strength, the wanderers could not catch up, and soon the latter was at a disadvantage. The wanderers didn’t seem to have any intention of attacking the palace, and they tried to retreat when they saw that things were not going well.

I saw someone holding a wooden box with complicated patterns and breaking out the ward’s window. Then, countless wanderers immediately rushed forward to cover him.

“Catch the one carrying the box!” I motioned for the guards to go after the primary target. ‘Don’t let him get away! Especially the box in his arms!”

From the guards’ spears and sharp claws, the wanderers were quickly defeated. Other than a few cunning ones who escaped, the other wanderers, including the one who tried to escape with the box, were caught.

The wanderers who ran away threw something behind them, and a dreadful evil aura filled the air. I realized it was the concentrated evil power I had purified a few months ago, so I shouted, “Everyone, back off. Don’t touch this evil gas.”

By the time New Flow finished devouring the evil power, the wanderers had already disappeared.

My father gave the order to capture the escapees, while Dorothy, Aldrich, and I immediately went to check on the box with complicated patterns.

However, the scene inside disappointed me, and then I was burning with anger – it was empty!

I immediately checked the ward where the black cocoon was sealed. It was empty, and the guards hunting it down brought terrible news: They had lost it. On the way, they discovered a sizeable evil cult formation. It was very likely that the group of wanderers had teleported away through it.

I angrily interrogated the wanderer holding the box to cover for his companions. “What force are you from? What do you want to do by stealing the black cocoon?”

The wanderer didn’t answer. Instead, he laughed eerily. His laughter became more intense, and he looked like he was about to cough out his internal organs in the end. The corners of his mouth gradually cracked to the root of his ears, and thick black blood gushed out of his seven orifices.

“He’ll be back…” he cried and laughed in pain, saying in a sharp and twisted voice.

“No one can escape! No one can escape!”

A thick, stinky black smoke suddenly spewed out of his mouth, and the same thing happened to the other captured wanderers. The black smoke formed a familiar eye totem in the air, then turned into burning rocks and poured down.

In the nick of time, I caught them with New Flow, and there were no severe casualties or fires. However, New Flow could not absorb the burning rocks – they were not the creation of evil power, but just ordinary rocks. At most, they had been given some burning spell.

Stuffing a rock into a living person’s body looked like the work of a heretic cult believer.

Now that all the clues at the scene were gone, this sudden attack ended absurdly. We only have information that these cultists and vagabonds are related to Azazel. They might be his believers.

However, this was only part of it. Soon, the guard brought two more annoying pieces of news. Adele had gone missing, and Locke had escaped.