Chapter 240

240 The Arrival

Selma Payne’s POV:

I’d never seen so many dazzling spells before. Now I understood why sorcerers had so many taboos in ancient times.

The really powerful sorcery was not as gentle as the ones the werewolf grandmasters usually showed. The basic style was natural elements such as ice, fire, and lightning. The real trouble was the indefensible spells such as ‘dissolve’ and ‘distort’.

The archpriest could make all the werewolves present be on edge himself. He seemed to have obtained the power of a supreme demon from the black fog and could counterattack or tease our attacks with ease.

He wasn’t being serious at all.

My heart sank when I realized this.

A human agent was already so difficult to deal with. When Azazel really woke up from the seal, would he still be able to deal with him?

The few involved humans also realized their lives were at stake. They finally gave up on shooting arrows at the werewolves from behind and began to think of ways to get the archpriest off the altar that was protected by some power.

However, they no longer had the chance.

Locke had attacked them.

He had attacked without warning, easily cutting his former companion’s throat from behind with a knife hidden in the sole of his shoe.

Under the disbelieving gazes of his companions, he smiled eerily. “For my master.”

Therefore, he was the only human left alive.

Werewolves were constantly injured or knocked out by the archpriest, and even Morgan had a few wounds so deep that the bones were visible.

Soon, the werewolves that had filled the altar fell to the ground. In the end, only a handful of werewolves were still conscious.

What a terrifying power this was!

I was starting to suspect the archpriest’s true identity. Was he a believer of Azazel, or was he Azazel himself?

We were in a stalemate with the archpriest.

Other than me, Master Mary was the only werewolf who didn’t turn into a Lycan. She and Morgan protected me behind them, buying me more time to absorb the black fog.

“You’re such an annoying lady,” the archpriest said through gritted teeth. “If you have any sense of shame, you know that it’s wrong to steal other people’s things!”

Master Mary replied on my behalf, “You mean this disgusting black fog? With all due respect, they don’t have your name on them, so it’s up to whoever wants to take them.”

“What a cunning sophistry!”

The archpriest was so angry that he broke the stone under our feet into pieces. Morgan led us to jump away. The scattered pieces left a few bloody marks on my body, but they quickly healed.

“But it doesn’t matter.” He suddenly regained his calm. “You can continue to be stubborn because it’s too late.”

He turned around to face the altar that was filled with black fog. There was an unfathomably deep hole there.

“The great, vicious, powerful, and wise lord of original sin and redemption, the fallen god, Azazel, please descend upon this world again!”

Suddenly, the black fog that filled the air stopped moving. It rapidly contracted and was compressed to the extreme, disappearing into the cave-like dust being sucked away by a powerful vacuum.

Then, it exploded in an instant!

Aura thousands of times eviler than the previous one emanated from the altar.

The archpriest jumped from the altar and kneeled respectfully on the cracked stone slab.

However, no one had the mood to attack him now.

All the clear-headed people looked at the figure shrouded in black smoke on the altar. He was tall and strong, and his scarlet eyes shone in the smoke.

Azazel.

It was only in the instant that I truly came into contact with him that I understood what kind of powerful existence this name meant.

“How boring,” an alluring cello-like voice came from the black fog.

“It’s been three hundred years. Why are the matters of the human world still so boring? I don’t even need to guess. When I saw you, I knew everything was the same old. It’s boring.”

The archpriest got even closer to the ground. He said respectfully, almost flattering, “My lord, your most humble servant pays his respects to you. As you can see, everything in front of you is just an appetizer to welcome your return. If you are unsatisfied, your servant will immediately find more sacrifices for you if they can win your favor.”

“Is that so?” Azazel didn’t know if he should.

The eyes hidden in the black fog scanned the altars. He laughed and said happily, “It’s a sin! It is a sin! My good Castro, I know you understand me the most.”

“My honor!”

The archpriest trembled with excitement. If he was a dog, I did not doubt that he would rush up to lick his master’s shoes.

The black fog finally dispersed, and Azazel’s true body was exposed under the clear moonlight.

I was stunned with just one look.

After seeing Azazel’s true face, even Master Mary and Aldrich were clearly shocked.

“Selma...” Master Mary said in disbelief.

“Am I under an illusion spell?”

Otherwise, why was I seeing Dorothy’s face on Azazel?