My Girlfriend is an S-Class Adventurer-Chapter 311 Sakan’s Acolytes (Part 2)

With Meredith's support, Luke was able to deftly penetrate the enemy crowd. Most of Sakan's devotees wielded only knives, some wielded swords, some wielded bows and arrows, but none of them could even scratch the half-wolf.

When Luke Lange thought that there would be no way to dodge a blow aimed at him, an arrow always appeared to save him in time, hitting the opponent in turn.

Luke envied Meredith's talent with the bow, and the Panspermia Bow had only contributed to this practically innate skill of hers. The arrows she shot made gentle curves in the air and their speed was such that they whistled moments before they hit their target.

As Luke Lange was without the Behemoth Ax and the Obsidian Sword was in his inventory, he used his bare hands to kill people. At the same time, he practiced the third stage of Ornament of the Sea, making his movements more polished, accurate and strong. His fists were smeared with blood and with each punch he threw the amount of blood on his clothes increased exponentially.

Hazor was amazed at the scene of the half-wolf killing those people. 'He's so young, and he's already so cold... What has this boy lived through? What did he have to go through?' he wondered.

Even during the more than twenty years that Commander Hazor has served the former Emperor of Melki, not once has he seen anyone with as much murderous skill as Luke Lange. Soon, Hazor recognized the technique the boy used on his hands to make them so deadly, not the Ornament of the Sea, but the Fist of the Warm Sun. This was a technique exclusive to some members of the ancient nobility of the Melki Empire, a technique that was long-lost.

Millions of questions he needed to ask Luke popped into Commander Hazor's mind. He knew that the half-wolf was from the Broteforge Empire and some of the other facts Luke recounted that they had the opportunity to talk after the battle at the dojo, but Luke hadn't revealed anything important about who he really was. Hazor only knew that Luke was some sort of spy or, more likely, an assassin who was sent to Melki.

As there were so many questions for Hazor to ask, he didn't under any circumstances want to let Luke Lange die in that place. Therefore, Hazor also ran towards the crowd, brandishing his sword with the intent to kill after so many years of social exile. 𝐟𝚛e𝐞𝙬𝗲𝒃𝓷𝒐𝘃e𝒍.c𝑜m

Luke Lange's target among that nearly a hundred people were the knights in armor, because these were the ones who posed the most danger.

Enraged at seeing a half-beast in front of them, the acolytes tried to attack the half-wolf blindly and were killed one by one.

In a way, Luke knew he couldn't penetrate the knights' black steel armor with his bare hands, for that he would need a powerful weapon. The Obsidian sword in his inventory was a great weapon, but it was nowhere near the level of Hazor's sword, which managed to cut through Norgold's armor, let alone the Behemoth Axe. ƒ𝐫𝒆𝐞w𝗲𝚋𝗻૦𝘷e𝙡.c𝑜𝙢

Luckily, as Luke moved across the battlefield, he caught a glimpse of his ax's gleam and began to advance towards him quickly.

Making an X cut with his arms, Luke shoved the knight who was trying to pick up the Behemoth Axe from the ground. Soon after, he kicked the knight in the chest and somersaulted back beside the axe.

As Luke was focused on getting the axe, he didn't care about his positioning, which made him right in the middle of dozens of enemies, and they quickly started running towards them.

Meredith tried to aim to support the half-wolf, but an arrow suddenly flew towards her. She managed to dodge it and looked in the direction the arrow came from. There were three archers aiming at her, and thanks to her reflex she managed to take cover in time to protect herself from two more arrows that came close to hitting her.

'Luke, wait a minute, I'll help you!' The half-fox thought, determined.

Norgold, Everton and Hazor were busy fighting one knight each, so that left two armored knights.

'Think, Meredith. Think! Oh, I know!'

As she was in the sights of three archers, she couldn't deal with them in time to help Luke, however, there was a way for her to help him. She climbed down the rock she was standing on and walked through a natural trench that had formed with the collapse of the ceiling. The archers were lost for a few seconds on where she was, which gave her time to pull the string and shoot an arrow in Luke's direction.

The half-wolf's ears pricked up at the hiss of the arrow, but he stayed calm and didn't even turn to look at the one who shot it, deciding to focus on the knight in front of him.

Meredith's arrow hit the second knight who was next to Luke exactly in the left eye and pierced her skull. Another time, she had to duck to prevent arrows from hitting her, but she was proud of herself for having taken a risk that was not in vain.

The woman in front of the half-wolf took her sword from her back and smiled sadistically. Her eyes were wide open, demonstrating how focused she was on the battle.

Luke naturally lifted the Behemoth Ax and twirled it in his palm. This caused the large knight to take a step back, a decision she immediately reversed thanks to the enormous confidence she had in herself. Brandishing her steel sword hard, she tried to hit Luke twice, and both times he dodged just throwing his body to the side a little.

The half-wolf thought her physical strength was admirable, but her swordsmanship was a few levels below even the teenagers he taught at the Oukiwa Noble Academy.

At one point, the knight tried to surprise Luke by increasing the speed and force of her attack. Without difficulty, Luke dodged her attack and saw the knight's sword dig into the concrete floor. This was the perfect opportunity, and no matter how much Luke wanted to fight the knight some more, he was in a hurry, after all he couldn't risk letting the Bishop get away, so he took the handle of the Behemoth Ax and ran it around her neck, decapitating her. -The.

Instead of Sakan's devotees being scared of Luke Lange after this scene, they just kept trying to attack him, until there was no one left alive.