The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 304 - 308: Minotaur Skeleton

Chapter 304: Chapter 308: Minotaur Skeleton

“Just kidding,” the Elf Prince, Zoel said with a hearty laugh in the face of the Dwarf’s skeptical gaze. He took off the longbow on his back and waved his hand at everyone, “Are you all ready?”

“I still have a question,” Lancelot took out the Giant Sword Glacier from his Dimensional Bag, “The Minotaur skeletons were originally those large Minotaurs, right? My understanding isn’t wrong, is it?”

“That’s right,” Acheron replied, looking at the great thing the Human Knight suddenly produced and swallowed hard, “That one…”

“It’s very big, so it will be very useful,” Lancelot assured him, and then he walked forward with steady steps, with Bruto excitedly carrying his warhammer behind him.

“Gah gah gah…”

Just as the Ranger had warned, they had only walked a few steps forward when the unpleasant shouts of the skeletons came from the distance. The sound was like several dry and sharp bone fragments scraping against each other, expressing nothing but an irrational rage, devoid of any other meaning.

The group instinctively quickened their pace, and soon a group of tall figures appeared before their eyes.

These were skeletons like giants, standing over ten feet tall. Even Lancelot only came up to their chests, and each of their ribs was as thick as Bruto’s arm. On their humanoid skeletal frames were skulls with characteristic bull horns, convincing people that these monsters originated from deceased Minotaurs.

The monsters before them were also draped in rotting metal armor, which provided some additional protection for their air-permeable bodies. In addition to the huge long-handled Execution Axes in their hands, their weapons also included those robust bull horns on top of their heads. Even though they had been nonliving for who knows how many years, those sharp horns still looked exceptionally lethal, capable of poking a hole in any surface.

And that was exactly what they tried to do. The moment they saw the group, the two leading Minotaur skeletons lowered their heads and charged at them, resembling two runaway carriages.

“Bruto, stop the other one!”

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Lancelot shouted as he swung his sword to meet the charge of the one in the lead. With his movement technique, he could easily evade this terrifying charge attack, but his companions behind him might not be able to handle a massive creature charging at full speed.

The immense and heavy Glacier was slowly raised, and any creature seeing this weapon would not doubt its destructive power, even the Undead that had lost their spiritual intelligence and retained only their instinct for battle. The charging Minotaur skeleton suddenly sped up, trying to knock the Human Knight flying before the Great Sword could fall.

But that was just a little trick Lancelot unconsciously played. The Great Sword suddenly accelerated, like a bolt of green lightning, striking precisely between the two bull horns on the monster’s head. The Qingyun Sword Art made the Glacier as sharp as a razor, and coupled with the weight of the Great Sword and the powerful physical strength of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator, the sword blade cut through the creature as if it were a rotten log, with the sword light not even pausing for a moment.

The massive skeleton, split asunder like a clam being pried open, continued its charge toward both sides after being cleaved in half; then, it crashed into the wall of the cavern, shattering into a pile of bones, never to stand again.

Bruto on the other side didn’t dare to be as reckless as Lancelot. Although the enemy had lowered their head as much as possible, there was still enough space left between its chin and the ground for the Dwarf. During his charge, Bruto suddenly rolled forward, darting under the enemy’s groin, his Warhammer striking true on the skeleton’s left knee.

Blunt weapons were always especially effective against skeletal monsters, and Bruto had long since perfected the Dwarf’s signature low bashing technique to a mastery. The monster suddenly found that its left leg was reduced to just the upper thigh bone, losing balance and crashing to the ground, rolling forward only to be easily sidestepped by the others.

“Alamir, that one’s yours!” Bruto shouted in delight, rising to charge at the next enemy.

Having repelled the enemy’s first wave charge, everyone plunged into melee combat. Lancelot, swinging his Great Sword, was like a drilling machine tunneling through rock, blasting out a storm made of shattered bones wherever he went. His terrifying strength almost left Acheron, who was fighting side by side with him for the first time, speechless, nearly forgetting to draw his bow.

But only nearly. The instinct of battle made him lift his bow subconsciously, providing covering fire for his comrades in the fray.

His intended support was Elothysia. The Succubus initially faced some trouble, the monster’s Great Axe slamming viciously onto her Shield, causing the slender Holy Warrior to wobble from side to side. The immense skeleton attempted to press its attack, but a flurry of arrows interrupted its motion.

Piercing attacks were not very effective against bone skeletons; however, Acheron’s armor-piercing arrowheads could deeply embed into their bones, and the force encapsulated within almost made the monster fall. Elothysia didn’t waste the opportunity her companions created, with her Longsword glowing in a golden hue.

A dazzling streak of light flashed, and the monster’s right arm, grasping the Great Axe, was cleanly severed at the base, the bone at the cut melting like butter, dripping with white fluid.

Evilbane Slash, a reward of pure goodness from the universe to Holy Warriors, was not only effective against Fiends but equally so against the Undead.

Alamir, Koula, Little Yisha, and the floating skull took on the opponent Bruto had toppled. The gigantic skeleton, now missing a leg, was half-kneeling on the ground, its Long-handled Execution Axe sweeping across a vast area with each swing.

Unexpectedly, Clone Well took up the task of drawing the enemy’s attention. It emitted a series of unintelligible crunching noises, and the minotaur skeleton, driven by nearly instinct alone, seemed to understand them — and clearly, they were not pleasant words. The limping monster, enraged, pursued Clone Well, its heavy Great Axe hardly a match for the evasive floating skull; but the creature with a cow’s head refused to switch its target, even as the others were dealing it severe damage.

The two Wanderers, armed with Daggers and short swords, continuously launched attacks from the flanks, each strike chipping away a bone or two from the skeleton. Alamir, the one Bruto had called out, found no opening to join in, so he simply stood aside with his Shield at the ready, preparing to cast Divine Arts of healing at any moment — after all, the creature’s axe was no joke, and one hit would grievously injure either of the ladies.

As more and more bones were removed from the skeleton’s body, a certain breaking point was reached. Suddenly, the monster just fell apart, the bones scattering like broken shards of a plate. The pieces tumbled, attempting to reassemble, but under the illumination of Holy Fire summoned by Alamir, they finally came to a rest.

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