My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 248

Chapter 248: A Dangerous Person
Lucy’s siblings gathered around their mother, their faces pale with panic. Their hands trembled as they tried everything they could to heal her.

They focused all their energy on the wound, but no matter how hard they tried, it was useless.

Zagan’s wind possessed a special property. It wasn’t just destructive—it left behind a force that blocked any attempts at recovery.

Zagan’s smirk spread across his face as watched them suffer.

“The next one’s going for her head. If you don’t move, I’ll kill all of you first.”

Lucy stood still, her eyes fixed on him. On the surface, she seemed unshaken, but her body betrayed her.

A slight tremor ran through her limbs, and her breath came too quickly.

Still, she raised her arms in a protective gesture, ready to take the hit.

Just when it felt like the air would crack from the tension, the entire hall trembled, but this time, it wasn’t Zagan’s doing.

A powerful voice echoed through the room. “You dare hurt my wife!”

Lucian’s presence exploded, his crimson aura flaring around him like a violent blood storm.

In a matter of seconds, blood began to swirl around him. A massive sword formed in his grasp, and despite its size, he swung it effortlessly with just one hand.

But the transformation was far from complete. The blood continued to squirmed until it engulfed his entire body, encasing him in armor.

It now resembled tightly interlocking pieces, and even his head was shielded by a helm, leaving only his eyes exposed.

This was his signature state: Crimson Blood Armor.

Though every main member of the Morning Star family could summon their own version, Lucian’s armor gave him a greater boost, enhancing both his physical strength and magical abilities.

However—

Zagan barely glanced at it before laughing.

He flashed a crooked grin, his voice dripping with mockery. “You really think you can take me on like that? We both know you’re not even close to your power before.”

Lucian took a step forward, tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword.

“I’ll protect my family, no matter what.”

CLAP!

CLAP!

CLAP!

Zagan clapped slowly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Well, well, look at you. A devoted father, so determined. How… admirable.”

“But what can you really do… to me?” Zagan raised a finger, and with a flick, sent another wind bullet flying.

CRACK!

It struck one of Lucian’s daughters in the leg, completely destroying it.

“YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!” Lucian bellowed, his fury burning in every word.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared just inches away from his opponent.

Zagan didn’t even flinch. With a confident stance, he raised his fist to intercept the attack.

CLANG!

The force of the blow sent shockwaves rippling through the room. Lucian’s sword was thrown off course, and he was slammed backward, his body crashing into the wall with a bone-rattling thud.

If the wall hadn’t been reinforced by magic, he would have been sent flying through it.

The impact left him gasping for air, his chest heaving from the force of the blow. Even his blood armor, forged to withstand the harshest of strikes, buckled under that one attack.

Everything he heard about Zagan before was an understatement. The rumors painted him as dangerous, but the reality was far worse.

Groaning, he forced himself to his feet, focusing on regenerating his damaged armor.

His eyes swept over his family, who quietly moved away from the table, all except Lucy. She remained rooted in place, unable to move as Zagan’s gaze remained fixed on her.

“BLOOD HORIZONS!” Lucian’s roar filled the room as he gripped a second sword in his left hand. Then, a swarm of smaller blades materialized behind him.

Zagan shook his head in disappointment. “To think this is all that’s left of the Morningstar family. Your ancestors would be embarrassed if they saw you now.”

“You can mock me all you want!” he growled, his grip tightening around his swords. “But I’ll never let you destroy what’s left of my family without a fight!.”

BOOOOM!

His blood aura exploded once again, a surge of power so intense that the entire tower began to tremble.

He pushed his body beyond its limits, each breath draining his life force as he temporarily reached his peak.

This was a desperate, reckless move—a final chance to strike.

Then, just as he prepared for his final attack, the air moved behind him.

Lucian’s instincts screamed, and he swung his sword .

CLANG!

His eyes widened in shock as a robed figure effortlessly stopped his attack with just two fingers. He yanked the sword back, but it wouldn’t budge—his strength was no match.

“Who are you?” Lucian demanded, his voice laced with confusion and uneased. “Are you with Zagan?”

He could feel it—the figure’s presence was unsettling, far stronger than anything he encountered

In fact, the power he felt was even more terrifying than that of the other Demon Kings.

The robed figure didn’t respond immediately, which made Lucian more worried.

When it finally spoke, the words that followed were the last anyone could have anticipated.

“No one touches the Morningstar family. They’re under my protection now.” Asher declared, his voice deeper than usual, masking his true identity.

The other Demon Kings rose to their feet, their previous casual demeanor gone.

They, too, could feel the overwhelming danger radiating from Asher.

But Zagan remained unfazed, his confidence in his own strength absolute.

“And who the hell are you to just interfere and decide that?”

Zagan’s gaze darkened as he took a step forward, only to vanish, reappearing beside Asher. His fist shot toward him with the intent to kill.

But just before contact, both Asher and Lucian were gone.

One moment they were there, and the next, the space where they had stood was empty, as if they had never existed.

The demon kings froze, their eyes widening as they registered what had just happened. Teleportation.

Asher stood beside Lucian at the massive obsidian table.

The other demon kings watched him closely, but none dared to make a move.

A being who could teleport wasn’t exactly an easy opponent to take on.

On top of that, they needed to figure out who he was. Some even saw this as an opportunity to gauge just how strong Zagan really was.

Sensing no hostility from them, Asher turned his focus to Lucian.

“Go be with your family. I’ll handle this.”

Lucian opened his mouth to speak, but as their eyes met, the words died on his tongue.

He gave a subtle nod instead, and just followed the orders.

Lucy, however, stood still, studying him closely.

There was something about him—something oddly familiar, but she couldn’t place it. The questions gnawed at her.

‘Do I know him?’ she muttered to herself, the question lingering in her mind.

‘No, that’s impossible,’ she quickly shook off the thought.

Her powerful sense of smell should’ve been able to detect the scent of his blood, enough to recognize him.

But there was nothing No familiar trace, no scent of life.

Just an unsettling, unnatural emptiness.

It felt as though she were staring at a mannequin, hollow and lifeless, instead of a living being.

“What are you doing? Didn’t I tell you to move?” Asher’s cold and blunt tone snapped her out of her thoughts.