The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 648 - 672 Leaving Without Saying Goodbye

Chapter 648 -672 Leaving Without Saying Goodbye

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Running away in itself wasn’t difficult, but if a ferocious beast capable of easily tearing you to shreds was chasing you, and you couldn’t run too fast, having to always stay on the edge of being caught to keep the enemy hanging, then it truly tested the escaper’s strength.

In the bamboo slip given to Lancelot by Han Tianzun, a great deal of content was related to escaping: usable cultivation techniques, preparations beforehand, and practical experience… Everything came in handy at this moment. The human knight swam through the demon army’s ocean like a fish, while the persistently pursuing Abyss Demon Refinement was like a gigantic whale, crushing anything in its path.

Lancelot’s objective was simple, continue to drag the enemy’s high-rank combatants and take the opportunity to disrupt the demon ranks as much as possible. The two were like boulders rolling down a mountain; the Abyss Demon Refinement cooperated perfectly, knocking the Beard Demon Infantry around in disarray. Its eyes held only the detestable human knight, and even if Asmodis himself came, it wouldn’t stop it from tearing the hated pest to pieces.

Just kidding, of course. If the ruler of the Nine Hells really did arrive here, he would certainly degrade the demon earl directly to the lowest rank of lowly demon before subduing Lancelot, because its performance was simply too disgraceful—Lancelot’s provocative words just now were not wholly at odds with the truth.

Thanks to the movement technique Lancelot learned from the bamboo slip, enemies along the way were simply unable to hit him, and in the next second, they would be severely injured— if not killed on the spot— by the Abyss Demon Refinement charging behind him. The two almost crossed the entire battlefield, plowing through the demon’s formation from start to end, which naturally greatly turned the tide of battle, giving the mercenaries an advantage in almost all positions.

It’s worth noting that on the battlefield, a neat array is itself a form of combat strength, especially for demons. Their most hated scenario is when formations are breached and the battle turns into a chaotic melee where friend and foe are indistinguishable. For this, they have a complete set of procedures to quickly reorganize their ranks, but that requires the commander’s orders. Before new instructions are issued by their superiors, no one is allowed to deviate from their current task autonomously.

But what if the commander clearly lost his reason? First and foremost, questioning superiors is an absolutely prohibited action; one must always believe that the leader is definitely right. If he exhibits madness, fear, cowardice, or even incompetence, that must certainly be intentional, with the purpose of paralyzing or deceiving the enemy. If you actually believe it, then you are a fool who will never have a chance for promotion.

However, that doesn’t mean that demons who become the victims of their superiors’ schemes show any willingness in their sacrifice. Those Beard Demon Infantry who were knocked away by the Abyss Demon Refinement barely hid their anger; if looks had substance, the demon baron would have been pierced into a honeycomb by now. But they still quickly got up from the ground (if they were still able to do so), immediately re-engaging in battle like emotionless golems.

However, the Abyss Demon Refinement was after all one of the beings closest to the pinnacle among demons, and before long, Lancelot sensed the Abyss Demon Refinement behind him. He turned around warily and saw the beast he had sliced in the groin staring at him viciously, yet its eyes had regained calmness.

“Human, you will pay for this,” the Abyss Demon Refinement spoke; the sound was like a feline creature tearing at its prey, “Watch your back, human. If one day a dagger slashes through your throat, it will certainly be my revenge…”

“Don’t you demons value order the most?” Lancelot shrugged indifferently, “So don’t jump the queue, Earl Kabumore from Flagethoss. There’s no shortage of people who want my life, and you’re not even the strongest among them; so, be a good demon and wait your turn at the back of the line. Of course, maybe one day I’ll take a tour through Barto Hell, and when I do, I’ll make sure to visit you. Just don’t hide and be too scared to meet me, okay?”

“You!” The Human Knight’s arrogance was so over-the-top that it gave the Demon Refinement from Abyss a sense of absurdity, “Do you even know what you’re talking about?”

“I can assure you, what I’m saying is far more realistic than your empty threats,” Lancelot chuckled, “Besides, haven’t you forgotten something?”

“What?”

Lancelot didn’t answer but suddenly charged at the Demon. Even though the Demon Refinement was perplexed by his erratic behavior, it met him head-on without fear, its hammer-like fist swinging viciously at the Human Knight. To the Demon’s surprise, though, the Human Knight’s ferocious strike turned out to be a feint. After duping it into action, Lancelot twisted like an eel and once again fled into the distance.

The High Rank Demon was slightly taken aback by this odd maneuver, but just then, the space behind it was violently torn open, and a Black Armor-clad Barlow Flame Demon appeared out of nowhere, thrusting its Lightning Giant Sword quickly at the Demon Refinement. Caught off guard and reacting a split second too slow, it failed to evade and was solidly stabbed in the back by the giant sword.

“Hello there, Demon,” greeted the Flame Demon General named Babos in a cheerful voice, “How long have you been in the Abyss? Do you like the weather here?”

With a violent motion, the Demon Refinement pulled itself off the Lightning Giant Sword and, without looking back, ran towards the nearby Flame Portal. However, it hadn’t gone far when a thin Flame Whip wrapped around its ankle, dragging the severely injured Demon Refinement back to its master.

“Aren’t you Demons supposed to be quite polite? How could you leave without saying goodbye?” The Black Armor Flame Demon pressed a heavy foot onto the Demon noble’s back, slowly raising the giant sword with both hands, “Now, farewell. I hope you enjoy your time in the shithole that is Barto.”

The Great Sword fell like a guillotine, decapitating the Demon Refinement, whose head rolled on the ground, stopping upside down at Lancelot’s feet. The next second, the High Rank Demon’s corpse began to melt, quickly turning into a puddling mass bubbling like a snake-like mud.

The Flame Demon General looked up at Lancelot, seemed to recognize him but made no move to acknowledge him, and turned to join in the slaughter of the remaining Demons. Lancelot, curious, crouched down and touched the remains of the dead Demon Refinement (his Spirit Perception did not encourage him to do so, but it was not strongly warning of danger either). The mud-like remains reminded him of a serial killer’s eyeballs, containing a strong chill and evil, which induced an intense feeling of nausea that made him immediately withdraw his hand.

Lancelot looked up to find that the Demon army had begun an organized retreat. Most of the infantry had already left through the still-burning Flame Portal, while a small rearguard left behind was fighting a desperate resistance.