I am the heroine's godfather!

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However, the Abyss Walker had gone berserk and was showing no mercy. It unleashed powerful attacks on Loran as if they were free, and Loran narrowly dodged each one, looking extremely dangerous.

"Do you need any help, Mr. Loran?"

Lucifer smiled. The next second, the spot where Loran stood was hit, raising a cloud of dust, but Lucifer wasn't worried at all. Just as she expected, the next moment, Loran's voice came from the dust: "You really look down on me."

The protective shield that glowed on his body looked thin, yet it was indestructible.

The golden flames in Loran's eyes burned even more fiercely. As if he had seen through the Abyss Walker's movements, he blocked the opponent's path with his longsword, stopping his attack.

The next second, Loran uttered a secret incantation. As he chanted, a massive magic circle appeared beneath their feet. It turned out that Loran's earlier evasion hadn't been in vain; he had actually set up this magic circle!

The magic surged forth, and the Abyss Walker tried to break free, only to find himself bound by the magic, unable to move an inch, and could only let out useless roars.

Loran suddenly spoke: "Fire, the end of all things, the beginning of calamity, descends here, and destroys here."

"Heavenly fire is falling!"

Flames, raging flames, fell from the sky, crashing down with an aura of annihilation. Lucifer's face darkened, and he hurriedly flapped his wings, retreating dozens of miles.

The reason she didn't retreat any further wasn't because she was safe there, but because she knew Loran would definitely control the output of magic and wouldn't affect the nearby village.

As expected, apart from a deafening roar, not only was there no impact, but not even a speck of smoke or dust was seen.

Lucifer sighed and slowly flew to the spot where the battle had just taken place. By then, Loran had already landed, and the Abyss Walker was no longer recognizable as human.

"As expected of you."

Lucifer exclaimed, "Such exquisite control of magic, even having the leisure to draw a magic circle that can withstand the effects of forbidden spells while fighting an enemy."

"It's rather ironic that you praise my magical skills."

Loran rolled his eyes. If he hadn't been injured protecting him, Lucifer wouldn't have had much more difficulty dealing with this Abyss Walker than he had.

Thinking of this, Loran's expression was complicated. He really didn't expect Lucifer to protect him. Although Loran had a backup plan that would force him to leave the illusion if attacked, Lucifer was ultimately unaware of it, so he still had to accept this favor: "Consider it a favor I owe you."

"Oh dear, I'll have to think carefully about how to use this favor."

Lucifer chuckled, then glanced at Loran: "I don't think you're in the mood for this kind of talk right now. Let's go see if what you're worried about has happened."

Chapter 28 Even the longest night will eventually end.

"Huh...huh..."

Peter leaned on his sword. Before him lay a scene of carnage, the corpses of monsters scattered everywhere, as if he had entered a slaughterhouse, or a living hell.

Charlotte's magic was long gone, but she still stood in front of Laura and Mary—the protective shield left by Lorraine was enough to stop all attacks.

Laura and Mary were ultimately unable to enter the protective shield, and Charlotte, too, was now unable to perfectly defend against all attacks. However, with Peter present, not many monsters were able to break through.

but......

Charlotte glanced at Peter. Although she didn't know why Peter had suddenly become so strong, Lorraine had mentioned in her lesson that all sudden power comes at a price.

What price will Mr. Peter have to pay?

Charlotte didn't know, or rather, she dared not think about it.

Peter gave a wry smile. He knew his own situation best. Although he still appeared to be maintaining his Silver rank combat strength, he was actually nearing his limit.

The power gained from burning one's vital energy is ultimately not inexhaustible; as time slowly passed, his power gradually declined.

But the enemies seem endless.

How many monsters did he kill? Dozens? But judging from a rough count, there were hundreds of monsters outside.

Peter turned around, panting as he killed a monster that had broken in through the window. Just then, the same crashing sound came from the back door.

Peter's heart skipped a beat.

Yes, the back door! How could he forget! The enemy, those monsters, could very well break in through the back door!

With a crash, the wooden door broke.

Peter turned pale. Could he hold on?

Charlotte's magic was exhausted, and he was fighting alone, but the enemy continued to surge forward like waves.

What should I do?

Suddenly, a monster appeared from behind and attacked Lara and Mary.

"Do not!!!!"

Peter's eyes widened in horror; he could already see his wife being killed by the monster and his daughter being taken away in the next second.

Suddenly, Mrs. Laura grabbed a stool and slammed it down on the monster attacking from behind, again and again. This ordinary housewife displayed astonishing strength at that moment.

"Don't even think about harming my child!"

Laura screamed. She didn't have the same combat experience as her husband, which, though insignificant to those in power, was exciting enough to ordinary people. She was just an ordinary person, who married and had a daughter in an ordinary way.

But so what?

Women are inherently gentle, but become strong when they become mothers. How can a mother allow someone to take her child away from her while she is still alive? Not even a monster, not even a god!

Charlotte gritted her teeth, stood up, and pounced on a monster. Although she had lost her magic, with Loran's protective shield, no monster could harm her. She picked up a nearby kitchen knife and began to slash again and again. For this girl, barely a teenager, this was an experience she had never had before.

But she no longer had time to adjust. She had to adapt; she had to take action.

Yes, she didn't need to fight so hard. After all, these monsters couldn't harm her in the slightest, and Loran's protective shield was enough to keep her safe.

But Loran did not return.

Charlotte knew what was holding Lorraine back. Was he in danger? Would he get hurt? Would he...die?

Charlotte didn't know, and she didn't dare to think about it. But she knew that if it was a danger that even Lorraine couldn't survive, then there would be no use in her going.

However, if Lorraine were truly in danger, the protective shield would disappear. Therefore, Charlotte couldn't just sit idly by and wait for that to happen. Besides, even if Lorraine were truly unharmed, and the shield was enough to protect her until Lorraine returned, she would never forgive herself for witnessing the Del family die before her eyes.

Although this was none of her business, it wasn't something she could convince herself to do with reason. In another timeline unknown to Charlotte, a sage once said this about this mentality: "Everyone has a heart that cannot bear to see the suffering of others."

Charlotte is a kind person, so even though rationally speaking, this matter has nothing to do with her, she still can't let it go.

This kind of mentality is not suitable for surviving in this dangerous world, but fortunately, she has a strong enough guardian to protect her kindness.

Regardless, Miss Charlotte was still fighting. With her kitchen knife, she had managed to kill a monster—a testament to her growth, albeit a brutal one. However, this did little to change the course of the battle.

By this time, they had almost nowhere left to retreat. The group leaned against the wall, with Peter standing at the front, protecting the other three behind him.

We're already on the verge of despair.

"Mom, are we... going to die?"

Mary spoke up timidly; she had been very well-behaved, remaining silent and quiet.

"It's okay, darling, it's okay."

Laura hugged her and comforted her, but tears welled up in Laura's eyes.

"Mom, they want me, don't they?"

Mary suddenly spoke up: "Then, hand me over to them."

"what are you saying!"

Peter asked through gritted teeth, while Laura was already sobbing uncontrollably.

"If... if handing me over would ensure the safety of my parents and Miss Charlotte..."

"Don't say things like that."

Peter whispered, "Daddy will protect you, sweetie, don't think about these things."

But everyone knew it was a lie. At this moment, Peter's face was pale, his hair was completely white, and he looked decades older.

How much longer can he hold on?

Peter didn't know.

The monster attacked again, and Peter raised his sword, struggling to block it.

The next instant, the sword that had fought alongside him until now, already scarred and battered, finally gave way and broke.

Peter stared wide-eyed, helplessly watching the monster's tentacles fall, now that he had lost his sword.

"No!"

"father!"

"Mr. Peter!"

Laura and Mary screamed because things happened so fast that Charlotte couldn't react in time, and it was too late for her to use her shield to knock the monster away.

Is this the end?

Charlotte felt a wave of helplessness; she was still too weak...

But the ending she had envisioned did not come. The monster froze, and then, in the next second, it was blown away by the wind like ashes.

She looked up and saw the seemingly endless monsters outside falling like stalks of wheat. Loran and a woman with black wings stepped over the monster corpses and walked slowly towards them.

The sun rose over the mountaintop, casting its first rays of light to dispel the darkness of night.

Its daybreak.

Chapter 29 Adults Know There Are Some Things That Cannot Be Said (Part 2)

"Loran!"

Charlotte exclaimed in surprise, "Are you alright?"

"Ah."

Lorraine casually removed Charlotte's protective shield and patted her head: "I was held up by something. Sorry I'm late."

After saying that, he thanked the Peter family, whose expressions were complicated: "Thank you for protecting Charlotte."

He didn't know the whole story; perhaps Lucifer did, but Loran didn't ask, and Lucifer most likely wouldn't answer. Although they fought side-by-side, they weren't friends.

Although the conflict between the demons and humans is not as intense as it used to be, and the humans and demons in the border areas have even started trading, these two were, after all, adversaries who fought on the front lines of the battlefield back then. The idea that they can forget their grudges with a smile is just a fool's joke.

It is a foregone conclusion that Lucifer will become the Demon King. The Lord of the Satanic Court, Lesteringer, and the Lord of the Vampire Court, Lilith, are not powerful enough, and while the Lord of the Lich Court is an eighth-rank official, he is too old; he watched the previous Demon King grow up.

What will Lucifer, the Demon King, do? Loran doesn't know, but at least, as long as the threat from the evil god isn't too great, the human and demon races will never truly achieve peace.

However, these are all irrelevant to the present.

Loran looked at Peter, surprised that this seemingly weak middle-aged man could fight to such an extent. He had left Charlotte with sufficient protection, ensuring her safety, which was why he hadn't been in a hurry when dealing with the Abyss Walker.

But it was his miscalculation.

If it were Messiah, this probably wouldn't have happened.

Loran twitched the corner of his mouth. He wasn't a good person, and he didn't care much about people other than those he cared about. But what would he do if it were Messiah?

From a purely rational perspective, Peter's life or death has nothing to do with Lorraine. What happened tonight would have happened whether Lorraine and Charlotte were there or not. In fact, if Charlotte hadn't been there, Peter's family would have been certain to die; even if he had burned his life force, he wouldn't have survived until now.

Regardless, Charlotte was present and involved, so this matter is connected to Charlotte. And being connected to Charlotte means being connected to Lorraine.

Loran sighed, gazing at Peter. He could roughly discern Peter's physical condition: burning his vital energy. This full head of white hair signified a deficiency of vital energy, which for an ordinary person would even be an incurable disease.

But for Loran, it was not difficult.

"...No, I should be thanking Charlotte."

Peter remained silent for a while, then sighed and said, "Without Charlotte's help, I probably wouldn't have made it this far."

He now realized that his brother Loran was not the ordinary B-rank adventurer he had described.

and......

Peter looked at the black-haired, black-winged woman next to Loran.

He recognized the person, or rather, the demon.

Lucifer, Lord of the Fallen Angels' Court.

This was an existence he could never forget. In the city of Midr that year, he stood on the city wall and caught a glimpse of the battle between the saintess and the fallen angel. He would probably never forget that terrifying figure for the rest of his life.

He and his comrades once made a grand vow to become strong enough to reach that level someday. But as time passed, they eventually returned to ordinary life.

Lucifer seemed to sense Peter's gaze, and gently raised a finger, revealing a faint smile that sent chills down Peter's spine.

In the end, he said nothing. His family was still there, and he couldn't gamble on what this being was thinking, nor could he gamble on whether Loran would stop her.

Lorraine noticed the change in Peter's emotions, but he wasn't surprised; it was just human nature.

While Loran wasn't exactly a good person, he wouldn't allow Lucifer to harm others. But why should Peter trust him? An elephant's unintentional step can be catastrophic for an ant. For beings several levels stronger than oneself, reverence is the only way to interact. Besides, the two were merely acquaintances.