My Girlfriend is an S-Class Adventurer

When the battle was finally over, Luke Lange was stepping on dozens of bodies. He was breathing heavily, the skin of his chest completely covered in blood.

Crimson drops dripped from the Behemoth Axe's blade and dripped onto the stone rubble of the Sacrifice Room's ceiling.

Meredith ran up to the half-wolf as soon as she realized that there were no more enemies. The battle lasted almost half an hour and Luke was at the center of it most of the time. This was definitely not good physically, nor mentally, they had just made a slaughter, not of innocent people, but of people who believed in a false god, a god created by demons.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" she asked as she approached. Without Luke having a chance to respond, she began to look at every part of his back, looking for bruises. 'Uh? I can swear I saw him getting some cuts...'

"I'm fine, I'm serious." Luke gave her a nervous smile. Although he was more used to lying to Meredith, after another 6 months of practice, it was still a very difficult thing for Luke to lie to someone he loved.

In reality, Meredith was not delusional during the battle, Luke was in fact stabbed a few times for carelessness. As there were so many people, the <Eye of Horus> couldn't predict exactly how each one would move, and their reflexes weren't powerful enough to be a god of dodge.

In addition, Luke Lange had been experiencing an increasingly powerful regeneration in recent months. At first, he thought that this was a characteristic of his evolution in the Ornament of the Sea, maybe his body was training itself to heal faster, however, soon he felt that this was not the case, wounds that would normally take days to heal or kill you, were cured in minutes or even seconds.

Soon, the Scale could no longer hold the secret and told him that this was a reaction to the curse that afflicted him. As his soul was fragmenting more and more, his body began to try to reverse the process by putting the regenerative system to work to the fullest. This process was practically useless, but it was delaying the effect of the curse a bit.

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As Meredith looked relieved that Luke didn't have any scratches, Hazor watched from afar. He could sense the half-wolf and with each battle this aura was growing stronger. Hazor wondered how strong Luke really was, what made him so strong, and when he would show the height of his power, or rather, if he would ever show his peak.

"Guys! We have to go! The structures of this place are still rotten and cannot hold out much longer." Hazor exclaimed to get everyone's attention after finishing cleaning his sword.

Norgold and Everton teamed up with the rest of the quintet. The black-haired man was carrying the blond knight, who was walking in great pain after being stabbed in the stomach.

"Is it deep?" Luke asked when he saw this scene.

"N-no… It's okay, I'm just a little tired. This armor we're wearing is heavy, isn't it? Should be it." Norgold explained and then asked his friend.

Everton looked away and replied, "His stomach is probably compromised. We have to go to a doctor urgently."

"Which?! Of course not! I can take it a little longer! Rest easy, folks!" The blond man insisted.

"Where are we exactly?" The expression on Luke Lange's face was serious.

"In the same city as before, only in the basement of a church." Meredith replied.

"Right. There are doctors in this town, aren't there?" The half-wolf asked the two knights, who among them all must have been the most familiar with the region.

"I d-don't know… We knights could hardly get out of the tunnels. There is probably one."

"What are you waiting for then? Go soon!" Luke said, which made Norgold and Everton raise their eyebrows.

Then the two knights nodded and started walking towards the hallway to exit the ruined room. They both guided Meredith, Hazor, and Luke up a winding staircase, which both descended and ascended.

"This is where we parted. You won't have to look long for the Bishop, he should be in the common room. I don't know why he ran there with Amara, but he must have an ace up his sleeve, especially since he chose to sacrifice so many of Sakan's subjects just to buy time." Norgold warned them, speaking with some difficulty.

"Thank you and good luck. Maybe we will see each other after we finish what we came to do, maybe not." Luke thanked her.

"Okay, it was nice meeting you." The blond knight nodded.

"Do not forget that you cannot underestimate the Bishop. He has unknown powers, but he is chosen for guarding the greatest vault of riches of the Sakan Religion, which is somewhere in these tunnels. Therefore, when you have to fight him, you must go all out from the start, and you must not fall for his taunts." Everton couldn't speak by looking people straight in the eye for a long time, but you could see his sincere concern.

"Don't worry. I always fight seriously when I want something. Just let me ask you one question before we go: do any of you know where a Cursed Item might be kept?"

"Oh, you mentioned that earlier… I thought I heard it wrong. To answer that for you, I would have to understand what it is they are looking for, but if it is something valuable, it must be in the vault, but as I said before, the vault is somewhere, and we don't even know." Norgold replied.

After that, they finally broke up. The knights ascended the stairs, while the remaining trio descended.

As time went on, going down the stairs became almost torture as there didn't seem to be an end to the steps. There were half-extinguished torches in brackets on the walls, and the room was soberly quiet.

No one knew what awaited them when they arrived at the place, not even if they would be able to find the item Hazor wanted, just as Luke wasn't sure he could get the Bishop to confess about the demons. Everything was very uncertain, and somehow they felt like they were running out of time.