Chapter 1270

Anton scanned the three men in panic and said in a threatening tone, “Do you know who I am? I’m Anton, the son of the Pontiff of the Sauro Church! “I-if you dare to harm me, my father...” Bam! Before Anton could finish, a fist landed heavily on his face. It was none other than Noir, who had come in fury after comforting Katalina. “The Pontiff’s son?” Noir’s voice was furious. “So what if you’re the Pontiff’s son? Since you dared to lay a finger on Lina, I won’t spare you even if you’re God Himself!” As he spoke, he rained down fists on Anton’s face, chest, abdomen, arms, and legs, leaving no part untouched. “How dare you... How dare you lay hands on the queen? How dare you threaten me?” Noir continued to rebuke while relentlessly beating Anton. After several rounds, Anton’s face was unrecognizable, and his limbs were severely damaged. He was barely gasping for breath. “Enough,” Andrius intervened. “Don’t kill him, Noir. Leave him alive.” “Sure!” Noir vented his anger and let