"Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself to you. I'm the one they call God Sakan though, I hate that false name. If you can, call me Kalahad." The figure said sympathetically.
That being's helmet sported a pair of long, ascending horns, which were the only details on that empty-looking shell for the head. On the front of the helmet there were no eyes or any kind of hole through which the person could see, but that didn't stop them from looking exactly in the direction of the trio.
"Oh! Are you the famous Commander Hazor?" That asked, looking at the old man beside the half-wolf. "Seeing him is certainly a surprise. My people have been hunting you for a few years, but I'm glad you were able to get along with the First Servant."
This phrase from the being caused Luke Lange's aura to increase exponentially due to his anger.
The half-wolf glared at Hazor with such hatred that he couldn't help himself. Before Hazor could say an A, Luke appeared in front of him and swung the ax towards his face. Hazor dodged the slash by inches away, what he couldn't have foreseen was that the ax attack was just a half-wolf feint for the real punch: a left punch right in the stomach.
When Hazor took the hit, his eyes widened and he flew back several meters, bouncing to the ground like a smooth stone bouncing off a calm lake.
"Luke, what are you doing?! What if the thing is lying!?" Meredith could understand the half-wolf's anger more than anyone else, but she was usually more rational than he was, especially in front of an enemy.
Commander Hazor got up with the help of his blade and his face was badly scratched, and you could see blood in some parts of his face. "Haa...Haa..." He was clearly breathless and surprised. "It's okay, Meredith. He has every right to punch me as much as he wants, after all I partially know the story of everything that brought them to me because Luke told me and even then I chose to hide part of my past. It's true, I know the First Servant, I know the hidden commander who started the great war ravaging this continent."
After throwing the punch, Luke Lange's face was more peaceful, however he still had a serious expression. Luke was still holding his fist in the same place and pose that hit the old man. "Are you an ally of his or were you hiding the fact that you knew him just to protect yourself?"
"I hate that man." Hazor promptly countered.
"Knowing that is enough for now." The half-wolf said and turned to look at the person in the bone armor on his right. "And you there? What is your relationship with the First Servant?" He questioned, pointing to the Behemoth Axe.
The mysterious being looked at Luke Lange, tilted his head to the left and let out a light sigh, looking surprised. "You're Luke Lange, aren't you? Hoho! I can't believe I'm seeing Commander Hazor and Luke Lange in the same place, this has to be my lucky day!"
"Luke, this demon can't get out of here alive. If the First Servant finds out you're in the Melki Empire, he'll come with everything he's got to kill you. You know it." Hazor exclaimed from afar. He had his left hand pressing down on his abdomen so he wouldn't feel too much pain.
"So this thing is really a demon? That explains a lot of things." Luke was actually wondering what that person's armor looked like and suspected it was something mystical, so when Hazor claimed it was a demon, Luke didn't even seem too surprised.
"Hoho! Don't think it will be so easy to kill me, after all, I am the Tenth Servant of Chaos~."
"Are you a Servant too? Good… for me." Luke said and lunged towards De Kalahad.
The moment the ax blade collided with the demon's bracelet, a solid clang echoed, indicating that the materials were of the same level.
"You can't defeat me!" Kalahad exclaimed.
"That's what we'll see..." The half-wolf spoke and smiled.
With the breathing technique taught by Yoelona, ??Luke Lange increased the rhythm of his heart beats, which also considerably increased the amount of oxygen that circulated in his body, increasing his physical and mental strength twice. Then he started using Sea Ornament. As he had trained a lot in this martial art in the last few months, he was able to use it even with his ax in hand.
The blade locked by Kalahad's forearms gradually began to pierce the bracelets of it, something she hadn't expected to be possible.
The demon suddenly opened her arms, pushing Luke back and kicking him in the chest, which should have thrown him away, however, he was wearing Ornament of the Sea. Kalahad's kick seemed to hit squarely for a second, however, this was just an illusion created by Hazor, Luke was actually already on the demon's back.
"That won't be enough." The demon leapt back, dodging the sneak attack the half-wolf was planning.
Then Kalahad's spiky-fingered right hand glowed, blew a thin reddish smoke, and the demon pointed its hand at Luke.
"I know you won't die so easily because you have the mana curse, but I can cause you some pain. Arm, twist to the extreme." said the devil.
Luke Lange instantly felt a tearing pain in his right arm, which was holding the Behemoth Axe. His skin began to rotate in different directions, his bones creaked from the friction and his nerves exploded from the massive spinning effect that had been applied to the limb. For Luke the pain was just as great as when he had his abdomen pierced by a Claymore, his conscience faltered, his legs went weak and his mind went fuzzy, dizzy.
[Luke, I'm here. Focus on my voice. You can't pass out!] exclaimed the voice in his mind.
"Hey, man! Wake up, I'm here with you!" Meredith exclaimed too.
As Luke Lange struggled to stay awake, Commander Hazor struggled to keep Kalahad away from him.
Hazor was striking as fast and hard as he could, choking the demon with sweeping lunges so it didn't even have a chance to laugh. If Bishop had the same power as the cursed word and managed to become that strong, Hazor didn't want to gamble to see how strong Kalahad could become using the power efficiently.
Meredith was next to Luke trying to talk to him, only he didn't answer her, just staggered in the same place. Desperate, she searched for Hazor, but found only two blurs fighting at lightning speed in the common room. She had rarely had the chance to see a battle of such speed as this one.
Amidst so many attacks, Hazor could already feel that it made less and less sense to keep attacking. His sword was breaking, the blade was already serrated and it didn't look like it would last much longer.
At a glance, Hazor glanced at the half-wolf, noting that he still didn't look well. At this point, for the first time that day, he got a little angry and exclaimed,
"Luke! This is your chance, your chariot back to a peaceful life as an adventurer in the Broteforge Empire. Kill all high-level demons, starting with Sakan!"
The half-wolf's droopy gray eyes came to life at this. His arm began to tremble, suddenly twisted in the opposite direction it had been twisted, and the bruises healed almost instantly. At the same time that all this happened in one, Luke approached with a single Kalahad movement bursting move and struck the demon with a powerful punch.
Kalahad flew high with the low punch, but even then she wasn't sure. In another explosive move, Luke leapt up several feet and slammed into the demon's belly using both of his hands like a hammer. Kalahad dropped like a comet to the ground, which shook the structures of the vast chamber.
"What a pain..." The demon said as he got up with only a slight pain in the back of his neck. Kalahad placed a hand on his neck and pretended to stretch as the dust settled.
Luke landed in front of Kalahad with a smile on his face for the first time in battle.
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