Luther grinned, and waved his dagger at everyone in front of him: "Don't come here!"

None of the hunters dared to step forward, and they were not sure that they would be able to subdue Luthor without harming the hostages. And if Luthor were to escape, with his swiftness and shadow walk, there would be few people present who could catch up.

Lorne's heart was full of rage, and he couldn't stop shaking, and his fists clenched loudly. But looking at the sharp knife against Erin's neck, the only reason he had left told himself that he couldn't rush forward, and who knew what Luthor would do?

"We found stolen demonic blood in Luther's house, the evidence was conclusive, and we were about to capture him, but he used his powers to escape. The centurion lowered his voice, "I didn't expect to come here, but he kidnapped Erin." ”

Lorne gritted his teeth, completely unable to understand why Luthor was doing this. It's fair to say that Luthor isn't on his list of suspicions at all, but sometimes reality is always joking.

Obviously a companion who fought together in the barn, a hunter who stood on the united front with Bawen and Samur...... Why did you choose betrayal?

Lorne couldn't figure it out, but heard the centurion whisper reassuringly, "Luther, calm down...... At least don't hurt Erin. ”

"Then you're going to come and hurt me, aren't you......" Luther glared, "you're going to behead me." ”

The centurion didn't answer him: "I don't understand, why are you stealing demon blood...... If there is any reason, you can tell me. If you really need demon blood, I can give it to you. ”

"Thank you so much. Luther smiled sinisterly.

On either side, hunters struggled not to make a sound, and their boots rubbed forward little by little, trying to subdue him while he was distracted. But Luthor did not relax his vigilance while talking, and with a wave of the dagger, his wrist reflected a ring of blood: "Come on, come one step further!"

"Stand down!" the centurion scolded. He absolutely wanted to ensure the safety of the hostages, so he didn't dare to let the hunters mess around. Without a ninety-nine percent success rate, he wouldn't let anyone shoot.

Erin clenched her hands to her chest, too frightened to speak. She looked at Lorne with a strange light in her eyes.

The centurion whispered, "Calm down, Luther. Can you tell us why you did that?"

Luthor didn't answer, but slashed the dagger lightly across Irene's arm, and thin streaks of blood leaked out and smeared on the blade. He used blood magic to absorb the blood, and finally obtained the blood of pure creatures.

Erin felt a tingling in her arm and twitched at the corner of her eye, but she didn't shed tears. Lorne saw her arm slashed by the blade, blood bursting all over her body, her muscles jumping in anger, and she roared, "Stop!

Luther was terrified by the roar, like an angry beast cornered. He brandished his dagger and shouted, "Stop me!

"Calm down!" the centurion's angry rebuke roared like thunder, and everyone was silenced.

Luther hung his head and glared at the hunters with a fierce gaze. The centurion asked in a low voice, "Luther, why!"

Looking at him, he looks very sober, not as if he was bewitched by the old days, it seems that he did it intentionally and made a mistake.

There was a moment of silence before Luthor replied in a low voice, "Because you ...... Hate my brother. ”

These words made everyone stunned. They never knew that Luthor had an older brother.

"Who is your brother, and why do we hate him?" asked the centurion.

Luther suddenly began to mutter, "That's not my brother's fault...... He's just been bewitched, it's not his fault......"

The hunters were confused, but after thinking about it, they seemed to vaguely understand something. The centurion's eyes widened slowly: "Your brother ......"

"He must not have left Nokmar yet, but you hate him! he will not dare to show up!" Luthor suddenly began to shout, "so I need more power...... I want him to feel me, I want to see him......"

Luther's voice suddenly lacked a hint of crying: "He's not a sinner...... The seal of the Great Sanctuary was not broken by his own volition......"

This sentence was like a thunderclap, which shocked everyone and stunned everyone. The centurion slowed down for a long time before he came back to his senses, looked at the young man of unknown origin in front of him, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Luther, what is your full name?"

"Luther Schaller. He replied in a low voice.

Schaller!

Everyone understood, except Lorne. The centurion whispered in a tone of disbelief, "Your brother is ...... I-kun?"

No one thought that Luther's brother was Ikun Schaller, the young priestess of the Secret Rites, one of the four to break the seal of the Crultulhu Protoss in the Great Sanctuary.

For a while, the feelings of the hunters became very complicated, and it is difficult to describe them in words. But the only thing that is not included in this complex emotion is sympathy.

All these calamities were caused by those four sacrifices. As the younger brother of the root of all evil, now he has chosen to betray again, so what qualifications are there to be sympathized!

But no one said it, just looked at Luthor with a strange light in his eyes. The centurion took a deep breath before he said, "Luther, I-kun is no longer your brother. ”

"Centurion, it's a shame you can say that. Luthor stared at him, "Have you experienced it...... If your wife and daughter have also become monsters, will you still say such things!"

This sentence pierced the centurion's heart, but he only frowned, forced the pain down, and repeated in a low voice: "He is no longer your brother." It's too late to turn back, Luther. ”

Luthor sneered, "It's too late, it's time for you to cut off your head and hang it outside the town for publicity." ”

The centurion did not answer, and quickly thought about how to convince him. If persuasion fails, make sure to keep Erin safe and subdue Luther. But when you think about it, there is no completely feasible way at all, everything is built on a high-risk basis.

If only Samuel had been there at this time...... With his falcon powers, lock onto Luthor's right hand, knock the dagger flying, and you're done!

And it was at this time that no one noticed a person quietly approaching from the hospital. The man ducked behind the crowd, leaned down in excruciating pain, and through the tiny gap between the hunters, aimed one eye at Luthor's right hand.

"Open the city defenses, prepare me a horse, and I'm leaving. Luthor began to make conditions, "As long as I can go, Erin will be safe and ......"

With a bang, a rubber bullet whistled out, piercing the night wind and striking Luthor's right hand. He let out a cry of pain, and the dagger fell to the ground!

No one knew where the bullet came from, but almost at the same time, the reacting hunters swarmed up: "Catch him!"

Lorne panicked, and even forgot to rush forward, but subconsciously turned back, only to see a sharp long knife thrown over, accompanied by a familiar voice: "You came to end him." ”

The man slowly stood up, dressed in a plain white shirt. Not Samuer.

Yughya.

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