That face is so unfamiliar.

He was always a smiling father. Although he was a little over-protective of himself, he never showed his angry side in front of him, as if he wanted to maintain the image of a good father.

But now his face was distorted like a demon, and his body was stained with blood.

Compared to the father in his memory, he looked more like a hungry evil ghost.

Don't come here, just pretend to be dead on the ground since you're not dead! This time you will really die! This is a witcher, a terrifying and powerful witcher, whether it's Lorenzo or the chirping thermite

A rifle can't stop his progress, so what's the use of you coming?

There was nothing left to think about, the blazing white broken sword slashed down fiercely, ruling everything.

The field of vision was shrouded in endless light, but the light failed to fall.

The broken sword cut into his arm, but it could not move downwards. The man seemed to be carrying the falling sun on his back, and he caught up.

"I said you should listen to me. If you listened to me, you should be basking in the sun on a small island now, drinking wine and eating desserts..."

Arthur watched as Eve struggled to put a smile on her face and stood between the glow and her.

"you you……"

For the first time, Eve felt at a loss. She tried to pull Arthur away, but her hands froze in place, as if she had lost all strength.

Only at such a close distance did Eve discover the wounds on Arthur's body, wounds that could easily take a person's life. She really felt that she was going to lose someone, but at this moment she could do nothing.

"don’t worry……"

Arthur finally said this, then he firmly held the broken sword that cut into the flesh, turned around and punched hard at the glow.

As a father, Arthur always felt that he was very incompetent. Eve had brothers, but they died one after another. Arthur devoted all his love to Eve, but because of his relationship with the demon, he...

He always wanted to send Eve away.

Just like what Lorenzo has always tabooed, people who have connections with demons can easily drag people around them into the vortex. Arthur knows that such people will not have a good death, and he doesn't want Eve to be like this.

The misunderstanding between reason and emotion caused him to suffer for a long time.

But tonight, it seems that he finally no longer has to hide. He is the Duke of Phoenix, a scion of the War Family. The war in the glory is over, but the war in the shadow has just begun.

Dean Lawrence was forced back a few points again, feeling a slight pain in his chest. This was the first time he was hit by a mortal.

There was no anger, but he looked at the man in front of him with a bit of curiosity. He seized that gap, that extremely critical gap.

The future that Shang Dafan predicted was not very long, only ten seconds at most, but Arthur appeared after those ten seconds, and just when he was about to take action, the foreknowledge ended abruptly.

"You studied well, kid!"

At this moment, Father Lawrence smiled and tilted his head, and at this moment, the flaming sword passed by.

Lorenzo hid his purpose. When he swung the sword, Dean Lawrence did not expect that Lorenzo's plan would be buried so deeply.

After all, the witcher still retained a trace of rationality. In that difficult choice, he left Eve the only way to survive, and that way of survival was hidden in his conversation with Arthur.

He pointed out the power of Dean Lawrence, and Arthur found the fatal flaw in that brief thought.

When the power is activated, there should be an activation time, and the cooling time between activation after the end of the prediction is an unobservable blank for Dean Lawrence.

The injured tiger hid himself in the gap in the future. He didn't know when this power would be triggered, but he still won the bet, so he did it.

It was as if something was rising in that majestic body. The snowy mountains that had been silent for a long time began to stir. The ice and snow melted into torrents, and then they burst into flames.

That's not a power that ordinary people can possess at all.

Witcher?

But it was different. Dean Lawrence could not detect any erosion on his body, but then he saw light lines emerging from Arthur's exposed skin, with alchemical inscriptions engraved in them.

His face looked hideous, as if he was in great pain.

He smiled cruelly at Dean Lawrence, and the flaming iron cavalry stood on the other side of him with a big sword, blocking the girls behind him.

Now that Eve is safe, and he no longer has any weaknesses, the last shackles binding the devil have collapsed.

"What on earth are you?"

He asked doubtfully while holding the bloody broken sword.

So Arthur smiled ferociously and said in a loud voice.
Chapter completed!