Chapter 185: Blood crown
"Tch. Another insect with an interesting bloodline? Wait, you have a divine lineage! You can become my next perfect candidate!"
All the venom and hatred in the cold voice shockingly disappeared, and now only curiosity remained. The next moment, the man’s figure completely disappeared from the chamber he was in, and unexpectedly, he appeared right in front of Aurora.
The air twisted violently around the figure as La Rocha fully manifested, no longer a projection of voice and energy, but a presence, solid, looming, and hideously elegant in a simple suit which was anything but simple. His green eyes, previously mocking, now gleamed with a disturbing fascination as he looked at Aurora.
"He is nothing. Trash," he said casually, gesturing toward Damon’s writhing figure in the heart of the storm. "But you... you are something else entirely. I can feel the divinity in your blood. Tell me, who are you, girl?"
Aurora didn’t answer. Her hair, now silver-white, danced like threads of light, her steps unyielding as she continued walking toward Damon. Each step left burning sigils on the ground, resisting the pressure that had flayed even Mark.
La Rocha tilted his head. "I asked you a question."
This time, Aurora paused and then smiled coldly. "I’m the one who kills you."
Without warning, she exploded forward. Her palm glowed with divine light, and she struck La Rocha square in the chest. The impact rang like a thunderclap as La Rocha shuddered, and the next moment his entire avatar broke into fragments.
But the very next second, cold laughter rang out as another avatar started quickly forming the same spot, the violent mana storm knitting him back. "Excellent. Marvelous! Your future is limitless. Yield and become my candidate priestess. I will give you a chance to stand at the top of this multiverse!"