The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 693 - 717: Touch It
Chapter 693 -717: Touch It
“Idiot,” the Demon Refiner of the Deep Prison shook his head, “You mortals always manage to surprise me with your stupidity. Nonetheless, it doesn’t matter, for I have seen fools like you before. But when you find a red-hot iron rod up your ass and your flayed body nailed to the scorching city walls, you will understand just how foolish it is to oppose Hell…”
As his words trailed off, several streams of spiritual light from Teleportation Magic appeared around the Demon General, and from them emerged four fully armed Hell Knights. These Hell Knights donned black plate armor etched with intricate patterns, wielding heavy shields, meteor hammers, heavy long spears, or two-handed great swords; their emanating killing intent was thick enough to be tangible, like a chilling draft slipping through the crevices of the window on a winter night, involuntarily sending shivers down one’s spine.
However, even such an aura was not enough to cause Lancelot to waver. He even had the leisure to study the patterns on the knights’ armor. On the breastplate of one of them was depicted this image: a knight holding a treasured sword with an infant swaddled at the tip of the blade, while a horned demon was holding both hands of the knight holding the sword, as if persuading him to thrust the blade down.
Clearly, the relief depicted the pivotal scene of that knight’s downfall, a conspiracy abhorred by both gods and men, and defying the natural order. Almost immediately, Lancelot could guess the general plot: a newlywed madam, the birth of an unexpected child, a disrupted line of succession… Although his family was a mere minor nobility from the countryside, that did not prevent Lancelot from understanding the darkest aspects of this class.
The other Hell Knights’ armor depicted similar scenarios, with patterns etched of various monstrous crimes that made it easy to deduce the reasons for their owners’ fall. But this raised another question, why would they inscribe these on their armor? Could it be that the demons believe that aside from themselves, no one dared to directly confront such horrific Hell Knights?
Lancelot considered several possibilities. Perhaps these knights wanted to boast of what they saw as achievements, or maybe it was a form of the sentence, condemning their souls to eternal slavery in Hell.
Regardless of the real reason, Lancelot was merely curious, as he was no Holy Warrior who couldn’t stand to see others suffer, brimming with an overwhelming sense of justice. He had no interest in helping these Hell Knights find redemption, at most he wanted to end their pitiful lives as quickly as possible.
The four richly armored knights approached Lancelot in unison, their heavy weapons simultaneously lunging at him. They were strong and fast, and if thrown onto a battlefield soaked in blood, they would definitely be a squadron of walking meat grinders, perhaps even a six-armed Serpent Demon wouldn’t be able to stop them.
But where a six-armed Serpent Demon couldn’t, Lancelot could, and he didn’t even need to use the strength of a Spiritual Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage. The reason was simple: he was also a knight, the best kind. Although he had killed many demons and Monsters after coming to the Abyss, the total number wasn’t as high as the knights he had defeated on the battlefield.
Lancelot made a lightning-fast oblique step backwards, effortlessly dodging the initial thrust of the heavy long spear. Next, he executed an unexpected move: he slammed his pelvis hard against the spear shaft, swinging away the oncoming weapons from the other enemies, and with a half-turn, he unleashed a thunderous horizontal slash.
To call the weapon in Lancelot’s hands Glacier would be somewhat inappropriate. The weapon, forged from cold iron, was seven feet long, standing taller than Lancelot himself; at its thickest point, it was a full inch wide, looking more like a guillotine blade wielded by a giant executioner rather than a weapon that could be swung by an average-sized being.
When Lancelot had his weapon custom-made, he was only in the mid-Qi Refinement stage, consumed by the image of the Demons wielding dual great axes. But now, his strength had changed so drastically from that time that the effect of his full-powered swings had exceeded the realm attainable by mortals.
The sword blade, glowing a bright green, struck the rightmost Hell Knight in the abdomen, cutting through it as if it were a chopping knife through a bamboo node, severing the knight in two at the waist. The sword’s light continued forward, slicing into the leg armor of a second knight and finally lodging into the pelvic bone.
The bisected Hell Knight emitted a scream that did not belong to the realm of humans, and its two halves fell heavily to the ground, not spilling any blood but instead emitting copious amounts of black smoke, like a doused fire. Peering into the split armor, Lancelot saw a withered, waxen body that looked like a corpse that had been dead for many years.
To be honest, Lancelot wasn’t particularly surprised.
Having landed his attack, he immediately switched to defense, spinning his body in the reverse direction along the same trajectory. His great sword whirled like the blades of a windmill at high speed, deflecting the weapons swung by two other enemies, and concluded his retreat with a horizontal slash from left to right, severing the wrist of another Hell Knight who wielded a chained hammer and sought to pursue him.
Lancelot’s moves, both offensive and defensive, had combined to not only prevent his four opponents from harming him but also to counter-attack with pinpoint accuracy, killing one and crippling two. His astounding combat prowess made the Demon Refiners of the Abyss unable to maintain their composure, as one of them, with a coarse curse, charged at Lancelot with a massive Nail-headed Hammer.
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To be honest, if Baboli had summoned four Horned Demons, Lancelot might have taken to his heels instantaneously, but since his enemies were also knights, why would he not meet them in battle? Aside from opponents like Tijana who could suppress him with speed, Lancelot feared no creature of similar stature, with just two arms and a head, even if humanoid.
Defeating three foes only bolstered the confidence of the Human Knight, with his body, will, and momentum reaching their peak. Facing the oncoming Demon Refiner from the Abyss, the warrior spirit within Lancelot blazed fiercely, and in his current state, he had no intention of turning to flee. Even if he knew he couldn’t win, he was determined to confront one of the Multiverse’s strongest beings head-on!
‘It can’t kill me!’ Lancelot roared inside his mind, ‘It can’t do it!’
Resolved to fight, he moved with purpose. Like an arrow released from a bow, the Human Knight charged at the Demon Refiner with even greater speed. He raised his Giant Sword Glacier high above his head, and as he faced the formidable Demon General, Lancelot wielded his full strength, delivering an overhead slash with as much ferocity as his opponent.
The great sword and the heavy hammer collided with a thunderous impact, and for a brief instant, it seemed as if the two were evenly matched. But then, a ring of Flame nova erupted from the Demon’s weapon, and the intense shockwave pushed Lancelot harshly backward. The Demon Refiner followed up with a vicious tail spin, landing a solid hit on the Human Knight’s body.
