Chapter 124 - Survival Of The Fittest (1/2)

Soon, Luke felt the buzzing go away, and the pain of the sword running through him came back into the foreground. A little blood dripped down the sides of Tank's mouth, whose eyes Luke couldn't even see because of the shape of the helmet that covered them.

'This guy was strong...' Luke thought and pushed the man's body back, which already appeared to be lifeless. The thud of the corpse was metallic and raised some dust.

The half-wolf looked at the sword on his chest and analyzed the situation.

'I think because of the shaking he ended up missing my heart... How damn lucky I am.'

Claymore had gone through two of the half-wolf's ribs and came out the other side, where the root of one of the trees was. Despite the pain, Luke was feeling, the fact that the sword had not been removed immediately ensured that he did not lose much blood.

A healing potion has the power to heal the vast majority of simple injuries, but a potion will never magically add more blood to someone's body.

”ARE YOU OKAY!?” Nathalia questioned him, approaching him in desperation. She looked at the wound and quickly looked into his eyes to see if he was still alive.

”Yes, I'm fine-”

”Come on, drink this!” The Elf pulled from one of the small pockets of her armor a medium potion, which instead of the characteristic wine-like hue of the simple potions, this one had a more vivid reddish hue.

Luke grabbed the girl's wrist before she could shove the vial of potion into her mouth and spoke:

”I said I'm fine. Now focus on the battle Nathalia. There's still one left. Keep this, I have one for myself.”

The girl's eyes widened, but she understood the message, evoked her Panspermia spear, and ran towards the wizard, who was bravely resisting Shiro's sword blows.

”DESCULPA! I'M SORRY! I swear I won't torment you anymore! Just leave me alive!” The wizard shouted. He was wearing long clothes, and a hood covered his face.

”What's the point of leaving you alive? How would we know if you will want to follow us or not?” Shiro shouted and hit the wizard's magic shield again.

”Shiro, let him go. If he tries to follow us, he knows what he will find. We have no more time to waste. Now that we are together, we have to focus on the goal.” Nathalia approached, and although she wielded a spear, she made the smart choice.

”As you wish, Miss...” Then Shiro lowered his sword and walked away.

Jilly and Livia were the only ones who stayed away from the situation because they were horrified by the bloodbath. Jilly had never killed people in her life, and Livia couldn't do anything about it.

Only after Nathalia approached him did he recognize the three girls' white hair, high-class robes, and pointed ears.

”You are from the Strogueher Family, aren't you? I swear I will be eternally grateful to you!” The man said and knelt once more.

At Nathalia's request, Shiro chose to leave the wizard alone. As soon as the strange man had a chance, he threw himself into the tall leaves of some bushes and abandoned the swordsman of his group, who was passed out on the ground.

”What are we going to do with him?” Shiro questioned Nathalia while pointing at the swordsman.

The Elf flickered her eyes but quickly made a decision. ”Leave him. He'll have a better chance of staying alive if he's not walking around.”