The Butcher of Sargon (LoL x Arknight Fanfiction)

Something's wrong!

Nothing about this is right!

Although she hadn't used her full strength in the previous strike, only three or four-tenths of her power, it still should have been enough to pierce through a single lizardman's scales. Right?

Missing the attack, she swiftly retreated.

Ascalon hid in the shadows, gazing solemnly at the dagger in her hand. 

The once-sharp blade now bore a nick, precisely at the spot where it had struck the lizardman. 

This lizardman's body strength far exceeded their expectations!

This left no room for holding back.

Ascalon's eyes turned icy. 

Although Scout was the commander of this mission, the moment he made a misjudgment, the decision fell back into her hands.

This lizardman had defiled Kal'tsit; there was no way he wouldn't pay for it.

Ascalon gripped her dagger tightly, her gaze sweeping over Garde's lower body. 

This time, with one full-force strike, she only needed a single blow to—

Bang!

She saw Garde tighten his grip on his enormous battle axe.

'This is bad!'

She'd been spotted!

Without hesitation, Ascalon ducked deeper into the shadows. 

Almost the instant she melded with the darkness, a massive, spinning battle axe flew past her, tearing through four or five buildings before twirling back into Garde's hands in the sky.

"Was it just a hallucination?"

Garde murmured as he grasped his weapon.

His internal ascension power had not yet recovered, and his wounds hadn't fully healed, so he could only rely on his raw strength to handle enemies. If he ran into a troublesome opponent, he'd be at a severe disadvantage.

"Better to head back."

There's no rush for resupply right now. If enemies really were around, his priority would be to protect Saria and Kal'tsit.

Seeing the wrecked buildings left in the wake of Garde's weapon, Ascalon looked on with newfound determination.

She abandoned any thought of mercy entirely. 

Facing a creature with strength on par with a pure-blood Wendigo, if she were struck even once or twice, she'd lose her fighting ability. 

Watching Garde turn as if to leave, Ascalon knew she couldn't hesitate anymore.

She had to take him down here!

Garde turned, walking toward the building where he had secured Saria and Kal'tsit, unaware that, under the evening sun, the shadows stretched across the street. 

His shadow extended back, gradually merging into the shadows of the street with a slight, unnatural twist. 

Finally, his shadow fused with the street's shadow.

At that instant, through some strange Originium Art, a shadow merged into the surroundings—unseen, unheard, unscented, untouchable, without a trace of killing intent. 

It was as if Ascalon had slipped into another dimension.

A dagger slipped through the shadows, not aiming for Garde's vital points but rather his Achilles tendon. 

Garde was too tall, and his back was protected by hard scales, making the success rate of slashing his neck or attacking his heart too low. 

By severing his Achilles first, and then going for his arms, an assassin's path focused solely on delivering a kill. 

Of course, if capturing this lizardman alive were possible, Ascalon wouldn't mind attempting it.

Ascalon was close to succeeding!

Channeling her Originium arts, she aimed precisely for the body's weak points. 

Even Garde had softer spots. 

Her strike could sever Garde's tendon.

"So, there is someone here!"

The coarse voice echoed above her, and Ascalon noticed that, as she struck, cracks had appeared beneath Garde's feet. 

The alloy ground had cracked?!

Without hesitation, her experience allowed her to abandon her target in an instant. 

She saw the massive foot she aimed at press into the ground, using it as a pivot, as the lizardman spun around to face her.

'Fast!'

In that moment, the lizardman's bulky form revealed agility entirely unfitting his size. 

The terrifying shadow enveloped Ascalon, and she saw Garde's bloodthirsty face coming down upon her, massive battle axe in hand.

Boom—!

Garde's axe smashed into the alloy ground, fracturing it into pieces, and the shockwave from the impact rippled through the surrounding area. 

Despite the mighty blow, Garde didn't relax—he'd missed!

The intruder's speed was impressive, but "fast" didn't quite cover it; more like agile. They'd dodged an attack at such close range. 

To Garde, his opponent felt like a dancer balanced on the edge of a blade.

A dust storm whipped up, and a dagger blade slashed past Garde's waist.

Screech!

The grating sound of metal echoed through the dust. 

Through the haze, Garde glimpsed a lock of red hair beneath the assailant's hood. 

For a split second, their eyes met—his gold eyes with her orange ones—before Ascalon's figure vanished from Garde's sight.

A shallow bloodline appeared on Garde's waist. 

Though slight, it proved that the opponent could wound him, which wasn't easy against an agile assassin. 

'Interesting.'

Garde grinned, raising his massive axe as Ascalon's attacks left dozens of cuts on his body within mere breaths.

Despite landing over thirty strikes, Ascalon's face showed no trace of satisfaction; her strikes hardly phased him. 

Since she'd become Her Highness Theresa's chief guard, she'd never encountered a creature this tough—stronger even than pure-blood Wendigos. 

He wasn't even armored!

Still, as long as he couldn't catch her, she could keep attacking. 

All living things bleed when injured, and bleeding leads to death. 

The idea of capturing Garde had long left Ascalon's mind.

"That's enough."

A voice interrupted her thoughts.

Hotland dialect? Or Sargonese? Ascalon couldn't understand what he meant. She only noticed his eyes had turned red, and her sixth sense warned her that staying near him was dangerous.

Too late.

"I'm waiting for my rage meter. What are you waiting for?"

Without his ascension power restored, Garde relied on another way to unleash his skills. 

Suddenly, a sinister red glow emanated from his battle axe, emanating a malevolent bloodthirst. As he spun his weapon, his move seemed too wild to hit the elusive assassin.

But then—

"Cull the Meek!"

With a blood-red glow engulfing his battle axe, tendrils of red energy extended from the weapon like a deadly aura, creating a storm around Garde. 

The street within several meters of him was consumed by this red aura.

For the first time, Ascalon's entire figure was exposed to Garde's eyes.

"Gotcha!"

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