章節 312: Crimson drops

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...'