I am the heroine's godfather!

Chapter 26 It's not necessarily a bad thing to be old at heart.

While Loran was indulging in the gentle embrace of Messiah in his dream world, a storm was brewing at Charlotte's place.

Charlotte woke up groggily; it seemed noisy outside. She frowned, got out of bed, looked out the window, and a chill ran through her.

Was it because he was only wearing thin pajamas, or because of the scene before him?

It goes without saying.

Outside the window, villagers gathered together in front of the house, the torches they held high resembling the pupils of evil gods, sending chills down one's spine.

Charlotte stood there stunned for a moment, then quickly got up and ran downstairs. There she saw Mrs. Laura holding Mary, her eyes filled with worry. Peter was already wearing his somewhat worn but impeccably clean armor.

"You're awake, Charlotte."

Peter gave a wry smile: "Sorry for dragging you into this."

"How is this going?"

"do not know."

Peter gritted his teeth: "But they're coming for us, and I will never give up."

"Where is Loran?!"

Charlotte thought of her guardian. Although there were many people outside, if Lorraine was there, everything would be alright!

Charlotte has become somewhat superstitious about Lorraine.

"Brother Loran isn't here; perhaps he's out on some business."

Peter gave a wry smile: "Fine, no need to drag him into this... Charlotte, there shouldn't be anyone at the back door of the house, you should leave quickly."

"How can this be...?"

"They're after us. You're just a little girl; there's no need for you to get involved!"

Peter's expression turned serious: "Besides, if Brother Lorraine comes back and sees that you're in trouble, what will he think of me?"

Charlotte bit her lip.

Just then, a heavy thud came from the doorway, followed by several more thuds, as if someone was banging on the door with a heavy object.

"Child, go!"

Peter turned around abruptly: "This is our fate, but it has nothing to do with you!"

The door was suddenly flung open, and the villagers' eyes blazed with an eerie light: "Abyss! Abyss! Abyss!"

"What are you going to do!"

Peter drew his long-unused sword and roared. But how could the villagers, who had lost their minds, respond to him? They only screamed, "Blood sacrifice to the gods! Blood sacrifice to the gods! Blood sacrifice to the gods!"

The situation reached a stalemate, at which point the villagers suddenly parted to both sides, making way for a path.

Then, a man dressed in a black robe walked over; he was the innkeeper.

"Cook, what are you doing!"

Peter questioned him, but the innkeeper, Cook, remained indifferent: "Hand over your daughter, Peter."

Hearing this, Mary snuggled closer to Laura, saying, "Mommy..."

"Don't be afraid, Mary, don't be afraid, Mom and Dad will protect you."

Laura comforted Mary, but a hint of panic appeared in her eyes.

Cook kept staring straight at Peter, who gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want my daughter for!"

"She was a sacrifice chosen by the gods."

Cook's tone remained calm, but Peter roared, "What a joke! What kind of god is this? I will never give Mary to you!"

"Ah."

Cook scoffed, "Disrespectful to the gods? Then kill them."

His mouth suddenly split open, and blood-red tentacles emerged from it, bizarre and unlike anything that should exist in the mortal world. Then, the other villagers underwent the same transformation, and the place seemed to instantly become a living hell.

Peter's eyes widened. For some reason, he couldn't move an inch despite his best efforts and could only watch helplessly as Cook's tentacles pierced his chest.

However, at that moment, a beam of light struck, shattering the tentacle into pieces that lay scattered on the ground, yet it continued to wriggle.

"Mr. Peter!"

Charlotte's shout roused Peter, who swung his sword and severed another tentacle that reached out: "Thank you, Charlotte!"

"Please focus on the enemy, Mr. Peter."

Charlotte's hands were filled with the magic of the light element. Strictly speaking, this was her first battle after becoming a first-tier mage. Although she didn't know any offensive magic, the magic of the light element seemed to have a restraining effect on these creatures.

but......

Feeling the magic within her, and glancing at the endless crowd of villagers gathered outside the door, Charlotte bit her lip: Was her magic really enough?

No, Charlotte, don't worry, you just need to hold on until Lorraine comes back!

Charlotte's eyes hardened: no matter what, Mr. Peter and the others had helped her, so she absolutely shouldn't abandon them.

At this moment, Peter slays a monster, his eyes filled with complex emotions—this is their neighbor, a kind-hearted blacksmith who helped them a lot when they first moved to this village.

But thinking about these things now is useless.

Peter gritted his teeth. In his rather short adventurer career, without exception, all the strange things he had witnessed were related to cultists.

Cultists of evil gods...

I never imagined that the place my family had only lived in for a year would be a gathering place for believers of evil gods.

But there was no time for regrets now.

Peter couldn't help but feel grateful that he hadn't completely neglected his martial arts training over the years. He looked at his sword and whispered, "Then I'll leave it to you, old friend, to fight me one more time."

Peter's eyes rekindled with fighting spirit, and the youth who once fought against the demons in the city-state of Midr seemed to have returned to this somewhat decadent middle-aged man.

He could almost hear the mocking voices of those bastards on the walls of Midr City that year: "What's a B-rank adventurer doing shouting so loudly? It's embarrassing!"

He seemed to have returned to the city of Midr that year, with fierce demons in front of him, but he did not retreat even a step, because behind him were the lights of countless homes of ordinary people, and beside him were his comrades-in-arms.

But at this moment, he was all alone, with thousands of troops in front of him and his family behind him.

Can you win by yourself?

he does not know.

Just then, that somewhat childish voice rang out again: "Mr. Peter, to the left!"

Peter swung his sword sharply, severing the tentacle that had attacked him. He suddenly burst into laughter; although his teammate was just a little girl, he was not alone after all.

What kind of behavior is this, being so fussy and indecisive? I am a hero of Midr City, an adventurer who fought alongside Her Majesty the Saintess!

He could almost hear the voices of those bastards, as if they were standing right beside him, letting him know he was never alone. The bastards raised their weapons, shouting victory cries.

So he raised his sword as well:

"Adventurers' Guild, B-rank adventurer Peter Del is here. You will not be allowed to take a single step forward!"

Chapter 27 Do not go gentle into that good night

Peter pierced a monster's chest with his sword, but just as he was about to pull it out, several other monsters surrounded him. The next instant, Charlotte's magic struck; although it didn't cause much damage, the exorcising power of the light attribute caused the monsters to let out a wail.

that's enough.

Peter grabbed one of the monster's tentacles and flung it away, knocking down several other monsters. The next second, he sprang up, his longsword piercing straight through the chests of the monsters piled up together.

"Come on, you bastard!"

He spat, his eyes filled with fighting spirit, and the combat skills that seemed to have been forgotten returned to him.

However, the situation at this point was far from optimistic.

The enemies seemed endless, Charlotte's magic was nearing its end, and Peter's strength was almost completely depleted.

He gritted his teeth: "Charlotte, how much longer can you hold on?"

"...half an hour."

Charlotte assessed her own magic, bit her lip, and realized the situation was indeed dire.

"Half an hour...?"

Peter, supporting himself with his sword, said, “It looks like we’re about to run out of ammunition and food.”

"We've reached a dead end."

He sighed, raised his sword again, and slashed fiercely at the monster in front of him. But in the next instant, several tentacles with spikes appeared at the same time, lashing at his battered armor and throwing him several meters away, causing him to fall to the ground. Then, several monsters swarmed at him.

"Mr. Peter!"

"Peter!"

"father!"

Several people shouted at the same time. Charlotte wanted to use magic to help, but the next second, the monsters rushed in and went straight for Charlotte.

Charlotte instinctively closed her eyes, but the expected pain did not come. The necklace on Charlotte's chest lit up, deflecting the attack.

This was a backup plan left by Loran, just like when he faced Sicana. However, this time, Loran did not appear.

Was Lorraine facing some kind of trouble? Charlotte didn't know, but she knew that she could only rely on herself now.

The monsters seemed to realize they couldn't harm Charlotte, so they headed towards Mary and Laura.

"do not want!"

Charlotte hurriedly conjured magic and blasted it at the monster.

But there were simply too many monsters, and Charlotte's attacks could only slightly slow them down.

What should I do?

Charlotte bit her lip, unsure of what to do. After all, she was still a child and didn't have much combat experience.

However, at this moment, a roar suddenly came from the courtyard, and the next second, the monsters found that they could no longer suppress the man beneath them.

Peter slowly stood up. Even though he was covered in wounds and his armor was almost broken, he would never give up.

He burst in, smashing through the monster blocking his path like a bull, and stood guard beside his wife and children.

"Now, let's begin the second round, you beasts!"

He was burning with blood energy, and his whole being exuded an astonishing aura.

That night, this father burned his life force and stepped into the Silver rank.

What's the price? At most, death.

Everyone must die eventually; death is like the night, something that will inevitably come. But even so, one can choose how to die.

If the night of death is inevitable, then let me roar at dusk.

Come, death! Let's see if your claws will take me first, or if my sword will shatter these fangs that are attacking my loved ones!

Peter swung his sword again.

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The Church of Blood—perhaps it can no longer be called a church. If it were bombed to pieces now, only ruins would remain.

Two figures crossed paths in the night sky, their swords and claws clashing and sparking, creating a metallic clang. Under the night sky, the wind seemed to beat a war drum for them.

Loran kicked the Abyss Walker in the stomach, but his upper body suddenly leaned back, narrowly avoiding the Abyss Walker's claws.

"He's like a monster."

Loran spat, a smile spreading across his face. He hadn't had such an exhilarating battle since they defeated the Demon King.

However, worried about Charlotte, Loran didn't intend to delay any longer. He had already sensed that Charlotte's protective shield had been activated, so he needed to end the battle here quickly.

A battle between two seventh-tier beings could last for days and nights without a clear victor. Killing the other would be virtually impossible. However, this Abyss Walker was not a normal seventh-tier being; he had only barely crossed the threshold of the seventh tier thanks to the favor of an evil god.

Lacking foundation, sufficient combat experience, and any trump cards to save their lives, they have even lost their rationality.

Dealing with this kind of seventh-tier enemy won't take long at all!

Loran lightly touched the ground with his toes, and in the next instant, he dodged the Abyss Walker's attack.

The Abyss Walker is a seventh-tier warrior, and Loran isn't wearing much armor right now, so getting hit by him wouldn't be pleasant.