Chapter 46: Demonic Assassin vs Orcs

The village wasn’t just any orc camp. It was military. Tactical. Every detail had been considered: alarm bells, curfews, patrol routes. These orcs were disciplined. Trained.

Luke knew he couldn’t just assassinate them one by one. They’d notice. They’d adapt. The situation would spiral fast. And if reinforcements existed in nearby regions, they’d be called without hesitation.

The orcs were paranoid and organized. When they noticed the fire, they didn’t just send scouts; they sent a full unit. Not to investigate. To hunt. To kill.

Luke and Allison realized it the moment they saw how coordinated the enemy was. That’s why everything had to be resolved in a single night. In one decisive strike. And that’s exactly what was happening.

Right now, they were three. Three against the entire fortified orc camp. An assassin. A swordsman. And a… skeletal warrior.

That village had become a hell of blades and shadows. Allison tore through the ranks of orcs like a storm of steel, his katana slicing clean red arcs through the air. Limbs fell before their owners even realized they were dead. Beside him, the skeletal warrior surged forward, her new longsword gleaming in the dark like a sharpened fang.

CRACK! Her blade split an orc’s face open; the skull snapped back with a sickening crunch. The strangled scream died in his throat.

Allison leapt, a Double Jump. The scent of smoke and blood burned his nostrils. The distant clang of weapons and screams echoed across the battlefield, while cold wind slashed across his face. There was no room for hesitation.

For a moment, he hovered above the orcs, gauging the best position to strike. They had to move fast. Agility and speed were their best defenses.

That’s why he needed to help eliminate the frontline warriors alongside Charlie, while Luke focused on the ranged threats. There were only three of them. If even one suffered a serious wound, the rest would fall to the horde.

SLASH! SLASH! Allison spun mid-air, his katana carving deadly lines into the orcs below. They staggered, confused, and dropped in silence.

Charlie stepped back and then lunged. Her fist lit up as Iron Fist activated, smashing into the snarling face of an oncoming orc.

BAM! The shockwave sent the creature flying, its body slamming into three others like a wrecking ball made of flesh and bone.

Charlie didn’t stop. Her blade flashed into her hand, cutting down the orcs trying to rise again. She blended swordplay with brutal punches; every strike rattled her bones. Of the three, she was the most fragile; a single blow could shatter her. So she played dirty, striking with the sword then surprising them with a punch to finish the job.

For a brief moment, her gaze flicked to Luke. Even in the chaos of battle, she watched him when she could, always worried for his safety.

Meanwhile, Luke moved above them all, a shadow gliding effortlessly across the rooftops. The archers below scrambled for their warning bells, but no reinforcements would arrive in time. He had to be fast.

They’d drawn some of the orcs toward the fire in the forest, but the rest would be arriving any minute now. As he sprinted across the rooftops, Luke’s eyes calculated in an instant what had to be done: take out the orc archers fast.

One orc gasped just as Luke dropped down from above, his black kukri sinking deep into the crown of the orc’s skull. The body crumpled backward, dead fingers twitching around a bell that would never ring.

[You have slain an Orc Scout – Lvl 11]

The problem wasn’t just the orcs’ level; it was their numbers and how well they fought together.

Arrows sliced through the air. Luke rolled aside, narrowly avoiding the first volley. Then, a different sound: a sharp, whistling hiss cut through the night. A glowing arrow streaked toward him.

CRASH! It exploded against the rooftop behind him, sending shards and flames bursting into the sky. The heat scorched his skin, and wooden splinters zipped past his face, dangerously close.

That was way too close!

Luke leapt to another rooftop, kicking an orc archer square in the chest mid-fall. The creature’s body crashed through a barrel below like a sack of meat. Another glowing arrow screamed behind him. He dove flat just as the projectile exploded, blowing a nearby water barrel into splinters.

A damn Magic Archer!

That was dangerous, not just for Charlie and Allison but for him too.

Luke ran.

More arrows rained down as he moved, blurring across the rooftops like a living shadow. An orc lunged into his path, axe raised high.

Luke slid beneath the swing, kukri flashing. The orc’s leg was sliced clean at the thigh. As it fell, he shoved the body forward, right into the path of the incoming arrows.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! A dozen arrows impaled the orc, turning him into a grotesque pincushion.

Luke grabbed a discarded wooden shield from the ground and raised it just in time. Arrows hammered into it one by one, each impact pounding like a war drum.

Shit!

Splinters flew with every hit. The next one could break through and pin his arm.

Then, that whistle again. He spun aside as the glowing arrow screamed past him, detonating a nearby hut in a fireball of shrapnel and smoke.

Too close again!

His heart pounded. He’d dodged on instinct and thanks to his heightened perception field.

Down below, Allison fought near Charlie. His blade moved faster now, sharper, cutting down an orc trying to flank with eyes burning in fierce resolve. Charlie swung her sword in a savage arc, deflecting a club, then countered with a clean thrust to the gut. The magic archer was already turning his aim toward them.

Luke couldn’t let that happen.

He leapt to another rooftop, moving fast. His kukris flashed, slicing down two archers before they could even nock their arrows.

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[You have slain an Orc Scout Archer – Lvl 9]

[You have slain an Orc Scout Archer – Lvl 11]

Another jump, another roof. The dangerous archer spotted him, already drawing another glowing arrow aimed directly at Luke.

For a moment, Luke froze. He was rushing straight toward a marksman who had him in his sights. But if the orc had a ranged weapon, so did he.

The kukri whistled through the air, a perfect throw. But the orc smirked, leaning aside at the last second. The blade grazed him and missed.

Luke dove, dodging left, but then—

SHUNK! The orc’s eyes bulged as a sharp pain shot through his back. The kukri had returned, pulled back by Magnetic Return, and embedded itself deep in his spine.

The orc staggered, grunting. He blinked—

Basic Dark Dash.

Luke materialized right in front of him, in the middle of the strike.

SPLURT! The kukri sliced through flesh and bone. The orc’s head hit the rooftop a moment before his knees buckled.

[You have slain an Orc Scout Archer – Lvl 12]

Rising to his feet, Luke spotted two archers taking aim. With a precise motion of his kukris, he deflected both arrows mid-air, then lunged forward. One kukri spun through the air toward the second archer while Luke charged the first.

SLASH! The blade cut wide, but the orc dodged, grinning as he reached for another arrow, until he froze.

The bowstring had been severed.

Luke tilted his head, a faint smirk curling his lips. “Not on my watch.”

Moving with lethal precision, two black kukris, one heartbeat, the orc’s world went dark.

[You have slain an Orc Scout Archer – Lvl 10]

But there was no time to breathe. The second orc charged, roaring with rage. Luke rolled to the side just in time to see a flash of steel. A hand axe came flying toward him.

CLANG! The impact rattled his guard, throwing him off balance. And then…

CRASH! The orc tackled him straight off the rooftop.