Before They Take My Daughter’s Heart

Chapter 003

An hour ago, on the border of the territory, in an unmanned area spanning tens of kilometers.

Two figures, like ghosts, chase each other, running at extreme speeds.

The person in front was a man in his forties.

He has a menacing appearance and a scar of over ten centimeters on his face, which is shocking to the eye. He holds a shining Colossus Axe, emitting a strong bloodthirsty aura.

The person behind is around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. He has handsome features and is dressed in fine clothing. He exudes a murderous intent and wields a fine steel curved knife, with the words 'Darkmoon' faintly visible on the blade. This knife is called the Specter Blade!

"Archangel, you have been chasing after me for three days and nights, is it worth risking your life for your meager salary?"

The scarred man ran to a riverside and stopped, his eyes staring at the young man behind him like a wild beast.

"Butcher, you have no conscience, killing the innocent, your crimes are heinous!" Archangel also stopped. "Today is your life's end!"

"Hmph!" The butcher snorted coldly. "Do you people of the Darkmoon Legion think you're saviors?"

"With so many wicked people in the world, can you kill them all!?"

"To eliminate evil and protect the good, to punish the wicked and extinguish the evil, may our blood shed for a bright future!" Archangel responded loudly.

"Evil people like you, butcher, will be killed by the Darkmoon Legion!"

"Hmph!" The butcher snorted again.

"You think I'm scared of you? Your teammates have already scattered. Just by yourself, you think you can kill me? It's simply a fool's dream!"

"Fool!" Archangel's eyes narrowed. "Alright, I won't waste any more time with you, prepare to die!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As soon as the words fell, he shot forward like a lightning bolt, the curved knife in his hand releasing extremely sharp cold flashes.

"If you want to kill me, let's see if you have the ability!" The butcher roared, swinging his hands and releasing the Colossus Axe.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The scene was filled with the sound of harsh collisions, sparks flying as the knives clashed.

Chink!

After more than ten rounds of exchanges, Archangel avoided the butcher's strike, flipped his wrist, and opened a ten-centimeter-long gash at the butcher's waist where blood gushed out.

"Hmm? You injured me, damn!"

The butcher shouted angrily, and the Colossus Axe swiftly descended towards Archangel's shoulder like a bamboo-breaking wind.

Ding!

Archangel's pupils slightly contracted. He swiftly moved half his body to the side, simultaneously raising his hand to block, and another crisp collision sound echoed.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Because he was passively parrying, Archangel was pushed back five or six steps by the butcher's fierce strength. His arm felt numb, and his aura became slightly disordered.

Then, the butcher did not rush to attack again but tore off a piece of cloth from his body to deal with the wound.

Dinglingling!

At that moment, Archangel's satellite phone on his body rang, and his face slightly changed.

Only a few people knew the number of this phone, it was specifically used to handle emergency affairs. If this phone rang, something big must have happened!

"This is Archangel, who is it?" Archangel glanced at the butcher, seeing that he showed no intention of making another move, and picked up the phone to answer.

"This is Timothy." A heavy voice came from the other end of the phone, "The commander's daughter has been captured, her life is hanging by a thread, hurry to Keklia!"

"What!?" Archangel shouted loudly, at the same time, a suffocating coldness erupted from his body.

Someone actually dared to capture the commander's daughter. Did they want to be exterminated?

"Give me a few hours, I'll be there soon!"

After hanging up the phone, Archangel looked at the butcher. "I don't have time to play with you anymore. Next time, remember to be a good person!"

Boom!

As the words fell, his momentum soared instantly, several levels stronger than before.

Immediately after, he shot out like a cannonball.

Simultaneously, his wrists flipped, and the Specter Blade in the air released countless cold flashes, forming an extremely sharp net of blade strikes attacking the butcher.

"Hmm!?"

The butcher immediately felt a chilling killing intent engulfing him, and his pupils shrunk to the size of needles.

He knew himself well. With his own strength, he absolutely couldn't withstand this attack!

He intended to dodge, but found that all his retreat paths were sealed by the countless blade flashes in the sky, with no way to retreat!

Chink! Chink! Chink!

All the countless blade flashes entered the butcher's body, and the scene once again returned to calm, with only the howling of the mountain wind.

Dong!

At the next moment, the butcher fell straight down, his whole body covered in blood.

"Amazing... so strong..." he struggled to say a few words before his legs gave way, and he lost his breath.

Swoosh!

Archangel didn't even glance at the butcher, turning around and rushing back the way he came.

At the same time, he took out his satellite phone and dialed a number. After the phone was connected, he shouted loudly.

"Notify all members of the eastern district, three stars or above. No matter where they are or what they are doing, make their way to Keklia immediately!

"Anyone who disobeys will be killed!"

Following his order, all the three-star or above personnel in the eastern district of the Darkmoon Legion, regardless of where they were or what they were doing, rushed to Keklia without delay.

This was unprecedented in the history of the Darkmoon Legion!

At once, within the eastern region, all forces were in a state of panic, not knowing what major event had occurred!

*

In Keklia, in a suite at the Royal Feast Pavilion, a man and a woman sat on the sofa.

A man in his late twenties, dressed in luxury brands, carrying a cigar in his left hand and a glass of wine in his right hand.

The woman possessed an enviable beauty, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with delicate features and a graceful figure. Her skin was as soft as jade.

It was Rosemary, who was known as the most beautiful woman in the Deastoria and also Laurel's mother!

At this moment, her eyes were red, her face filled with worries, and her body trembled faintly.

"Al... Alberta, please... please help me find my daughter," Rosemary got up and knelt before the young man, her voice choked with tears.

"Heh, Rosemary, did you ever think that one day you would have to plead to me, Alberta Morley?"

The young man took a drag of his cigar and blew the smoke towards Rosemary's face.

"Wasn't there a time when you looked down on aristocrats like me? Weren't you always intolerant of someone like me, the young master?"

"I've been pursuing you for three whole years. You even had a child with a commoner and didn't reject them, but you never even looked at me with a glance!"

"What has happened to you now? How did you lower your proud head like this?"

"Alberta, no matter what you say about me, I only beg you for help..." Rosemary, with tears streaming down her face, kowtowed while speaking.

"Besides you, there's no one else I can turn to for help... please..."

"Do you want me to help you?" Alberta's gaze raged upon Rosemary, "What do I gain from this?"

"Only... as long as you can help me find my daughter, I'll do anything..." Rosemary trembled all over.

She knew exactly what the other party wanted, but she had no other choice!

Her daughter was everything to her, and she would give up everything to find her!

Including her dignity, body, and life!