The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1609 - 456: The Most Human Side of the Demon King, Part 5

He had said he was coming to comfort her.

"I think… there might be some kind of misunderstanding here." Standing behind Quentin, Luo Yan suddenly spoke, breaking the heavy silence in the tent.

The panic that had clouded his handsome face vanished, replaced by a poise and steadiness far beyond his years; in front of Quentin, he seemed like a completely different person.

Quentin stared at him, his eyes as big as bronze bells, practically bulging out, but he only dared look at him for a second before hurriedly shifting his gaze back to Erin.

He didn't dare relax for even a moment!

Even though his neck was only that short a stump.

"Are you insane?! That's a Vampire! Blood Race! A biting mosquito! A Devil that eats people and doesn't spit out the bones—"

Each of those vicious curses was like a nail, hammered hard into Erin's chest, striking at the softest place in her heart.

Seeing that sorrowful face, even if Erin herself could still endure it, Luo Yan didn't want to wait any longer.

She was, after all, a "Beloved" of the Colin Family.

What right did a Dwarf from Hatred Peak have to wag his tongue?

"Shut up."

The air fell silent in an instant, as if an invisible hand had gripped its throat; it felt like you could hear a needle drop on the ground.

That was Dragon Language—

And Magic as well!

Just two short syllables, and that noisy voice was slammed into pause.

Quentin's face, flushed red with anger, froze on the spot. His mouth hung open but no sound came out; only fury and confusion remained in his eyes.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Glaring hard at Colin, he seemed to be saying that with his eyes.

Luo Yan could "hear" it with his eyes.

But he was a Prince with a temper; whether he felt like responding was another matter entirely.

"You've been gripping my arm all this time. I make you shut up for a moment, that's fair." Pulling his arm free from Quentin's grasp, Luo Yan gave his Magic Wand a light wave, dispelling the Spell on Quentin's jaw. "Cooled off a bit now?"

Quentin stared, looking like an enraged bullfrog.

He still didn't speak, but his killing glare swept over everyone, as if he wanted to carve each and every person here into the Book of Hatred.

To shut him up with a single sentence…

This Prince's strength was probably even more formidable than his bearing.

Luo Yan didn't object to him doing that; hatred was, after all, a kind of faith too. But right now he still had to help this Dwarf Lord let off some steam.

"Colin, I…"

"Don't talk yet."

Luo Yan glanced at Erin, who had opened her mouth to speak, and gave the lost, helpless girl a reassuring look, then turned to the moustache-bristling, eye-popping Quentin Copper Furnace.

"I don't know exactly what happened in the daytime, but I do know that what our enemy most wants to see right now is us falling into internal strife."

There was nothing wrong with that statement.

Apparently realizing this too, Quentin's heaving chest gradually calmed, but the blazing anger and hostility in him did not fade.

"What if she belongs to Chaos?"

Luo Yan looked at him and answered without a hint of joking.

"If she did, you'd already be dead."

Quentin's eyes narrowed; he let out a cold laugh.

"Just her? A Vampire? My axe was made to kill those half-human half-ghost—"

Luo Yan cut him off, speaking faintly.

"What if you add me to the mix?"

The tent fell silent again.

This time, however, it wasn't because of any Magic, but because of the Imperial Prince's rebellious—even blasphemous—proclamation.

Aside from Luo Yan himself, all three faces showed identical looks of astonishment, including Erin's sorrow-filled one.

Quentin's expression was still the most exaggerated; his bulging eyes practically screamed: are you out of your damn mind?

Pointing a Magic Wand at a Dwarf friend for the sake of an Undead!

Have you fucking lost it?!

No matter how fickle the Human Clan might be, no matter how forgetful, they weren't about to throw their brains away, were they!

"Do you know what you're saying? The Judicial Court will judge you! They'll hang you on the gallows, you'll lose all your titles! No matter who you are!"

Theresa didn't speak, but the look of shock on her face already said everything she wanted to say.

Even if he was a Prince of the Empire…

This was far too reckless!

"Then let them come. I'll testify for her, and persuade them, with the exact words of the Holy Word Book—'I shall pardon the sins born of ignorance, for the lives of mortals are too brief, and losing their way was never their intent.'"

Those were indeed the original words of the Holy Word Book, not something the Divine Son had made up in the New Testament.

Faced with that terrifying threat, there wasn't the slightest wavering on Luo Yan's face; he merely smiled as he looked at the rattled Quentin Copper Furnace.

And at—

Those eyes, dewy as young leaves wet with morning dew, misted over with tears.

"I trust Erin Campbell's character, including her piety, loyalty, courage, as well as her generosity and mercy… and every other good quality she possesses."

"At the same time, I unconditionally believe every word she says. Things turning out like this is absolutely not her intent; in fact… perhaps all of this is precisely the will of God!"

Those words rang out, firm and resounding, filled with a resolve that brooked no doubt, as if the Prince standing here had truly heard an Oracle from the unseen beyond.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't just "as if."

After all, no one had ever said that God couldn't be him.

"Whether she is Human, or Blood Race—"

"I will stand with her!"