The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 224 - 218: Loss of Temperament

The only one who had little to do was little Yisa, who could only straighten out her bangs and then tie her hair up again. Seeing her predicament, Lancelot walked over and whispered to her:

"Keep yourself hidden later, but I have a job for you. Kalalin will definitely panic if anyone gets close to him, so you’ll need to protect him then." Discover stories with novelbuddy

"Yeah!" Little Yisa nodded firmly but happily, "Leave Uncle Kalalin to me to guard!"

"What?" Scholar turned his head and asked, "Did I just hear my name?"

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"I was giving Little Yisa her instructions, stick close to Kalalin later. You’ve got to protect her well!"

"No problem!" Scholar puffed out his chest proudly, "Leave it to me, rest assured!"

Lancelot made a face at the little Vampire to tease him, making the latter snicker, but still conveyed a message through a mental link to Cromwell:

"If the fight breaks out and I can’t cover everything, help me look out for her."

"Got it, boss, I know you treasure this little sister, don’t worry."

Seeing everyone prepared, Lancelot no longer hesitated and led everyone into the hall.

After all had entered, the grand doors behind them closed automatically. Accompanied by a heavy thud, the surroundings became very quiet.

The oppressive darkness enveloped everyone, the shadows around were so thick they seemed tangible, and the light emitted from both the Succubus Paladin’s Longsword and the Elf Priest’s hammer was severely suppressed, becoming dim and unclear beyond fifteen feet.

Fortunately, everyone now possessed the ability to see in the dark, so there was no fear of being suddenly ambushed by monsters. They found themselves in a straight corridor with walls adorned with numerous Abyssal Texts and exquisite reliefs.

"Now is not the time, I know," Kalalin said softly, indicating his desire not to linger. He was indeed interested in those things but preferred to study them when his life wasn’t in danger.

The group moved forward cautiously, wary of any potential traps and mechanisms. Luckily, they didn’t encounter any activated traps; it seemed that the master of the place was quite confident, feeling no need for such tricks to protect themselves.

After traversing approximately a hundred feet of corridor, they entered a small hall. Before entering the room, Lancelot sensed a familiar presence; sure enough, upon entering, they once again saw the figure of the Dark Guardian.

Enrique, clad in black armor, sat on the floor in the center of the small hall, with his great sword planted in front of him. His left arm, previously shredded by Lancelot’s Qingyuan Sword Technique, had regenerated, but it was a mutated form—his new arm was thicker than his own waist, its diameter exceeding one foot, and the normal skin surface of the limb was gone. The blood-red muscle tissue was exposed to the air, swollen and twisted in shape, imbued with a sense of madness and bizarreness.

"Ah, you’ve finally arrived." Surprisingly, the Dark Guardian actually initiated conversation, "Are you also here to witness the glory of the master? You, Human Knight, I must thank you. If not for you, I would never have had the chance to understand what perfect life is like..."

"Why are you suddenly so talkative? I quite liked your original aloof demeanor," Lancelot flicked his eyebrows, "and besides, isn’t your master someone called Yiltu, a Baro?"

"Pah! It was never my master! Curse that Demon that caused my fall! May its essence fall into the hands of Bartez and be tortured in Nassus’s prison until the moment the universe perishes!" A muffled, venomous curse rose from within his helmet, "It’s surrounded by traitors, and that foolish and arrogant fellow knows nothing about it! And I am the most important part of the plan. When I go back... no, why should I go back? I wish to stay here forever, serving my great master..."

"His mind has been completely controlled," Elothysia shook her head, "I am not unfamiliar with this state. This is what it looks like to be under a powerful Charm, serving that ’master’ has become the most important thing in his consciousness, overwhelming all rationality and logic."

"So who exactly is your current master?" Lancelot asked again, "And what is the deal with your arm? I am sorry the original was chopped off by me, but that was really your own doing."

"Expect me to accept your pity? Dream on! No... I should thank you... If you hadn’t knocked me down, I would never have met my great master... Ah, still wrong! You wanted to save me, so I would never have had the chance to receive my master’s grace! The master is the most perfect form in the universe, once you see him... No, I cannot let you see the master, for I am the master’s most important minion!"

The Dark Guardian rambled incoherently, contradicting his own words from a second ago. Lancelot helplessly shook his head and drew his frostslash.

"I’ve had enough of your nonsense, draw your sword, let me help you free yourself from this madness."

"Ah, battle, I hate battle. Why must people always force me into battle? If I were just a farmer who could only wield a pitchfork, would I have met with such misfortune?" The Fallen Paladin wailed while sitting on the ground, but immediately jumped up and roared, "The master has that treasure! You intend to harm the master! Protect the master, I must kill you!"

Enrique drew the great sword in front of him with his right hand and began charging at Lancelot. But his mutated giant hand disrupted his balance, making him run clumsily, full of openings.

Facing the ferocious strike of the Dark Guardian, Lancelot stood firm, not dodging nor evading. He steadied his body, held the sword with both hands, circulated his Innate True Qi, and launched the Qingyuan Sword Technique mercilessly.

With a loud ’clang,’ the Dark Guardian’s great sword was knocked flying high into the air, while Lancelot’s Frostslash only slightly recoiled backward. The disadvantage was clear as the opponent wielded his sword with one hand. Lancelot was about to press his advantage, but a sudden sense of alarm arose in his heart, and he instinctively rolled to the side.

Enrique’s mutated giant fist slammed down where Lancelot had just been standing, creating a web of cracks on the ground. The force of that strike was far greater than he had anticipated; had it hit, he would have likely suffered death or serious injury.

"Ahh!!! Don’t dodge, let me crush you!!"

The Dark Guardian let out a roar and stabbed his sword towards the Human Knight’s skull. Lancelot slight tilted his head and dodged, but the subsequent swing of the giant arm forced him to keep retreating, missing the chance to counterattack.