The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 305 - 309: The Origin of the Minotaur

Chapter 305: Chapter 309: The Origin of the Minotaur

As everyone fought valiantly, the enemy fell one after another. Lancelot knocked the last minotaur skeleton to the ground and raised his great sword to finish off his opponent when suddenly he heard Clone Well’s voice:

“Boss! Leave me a whole body! Just chop off its head!”

Curious about the words, Lancelot slightly adjusted his movements, and the great sword fell like a guillotine, separating the enemy’s head from its skeleton beneath his feet.

The beheaded monster’s body convulsed, about to scatter into a pile of broken bones, when Clone Well suddenly flew over, landing on the skeleton’s neck. Purple spiritual light flowed over the skeleton’s entire body like ripples on water, and a few breaths later, the huge skull finally settled down.

“Hey! Boss! I think I succeeded!” The skull shouted excitedly as it lay face up on the ground, “I can feel my body again, and this feeling is just great!”

“Then move a bit,” Bruto came over curiously and lightly kicked the skeleton’s arm, “Can you stand up?”

“Um… let me think, which one is the leg?” The skeleton began to bend its arms, “That doesn’t seem right, wait a moment…”

The group stepped back a little and watched the skeleton on the ground flail its limbs wildly, like a turtle flipped over. After a moment, the huge skeleton frame finally staggered to its feet, with Clone Well’s disproportionately small head on its neck.

“You really can control this body…” Bruto said in amazement on the side, “We’ve taken down quite a few skeletons before, why haven’t I seen you do this before?”

“I don’t know why, but seeing such a large frame earlier made me suddenly remember how to do this.” The skeleton tried to take a few steps forward but lost its balance and crashed to the ground with a thud.

“It looks like you still need to adapt,” Lancelot commented, “At least until you learn to walk properly, I can’t expect you to be combat-ready.”

“Sigh, I assure you I will end this situation as soon as possible.” The skull sighed helplessly, then familiar spatial fluctuations flashed across its jaw and the huge frame vanished into a dimensional space inside it as if ‘swallowed’. “I know, the priority now is to clear this cave, I’ll practice slowly while you guys rest.”

“A wise choice.” Lancelot nodded, then turned to look at the ranger beside him, “What do we do next? Will you continue scouting ahead?”

“I deeply doubt whether that’s necessary.” Acheron exaggeratedly shook his head, “Honestly, the way you swing that great sword is just too dramatic, as fast as if you were waving a bamboo pole.”

“Hehe! There’s nothing to say about my big brother’s fighting ability,” Bruto was clearly Lancelot’s biggest fan and was just as happy whenever someone praised Lancelot.

“Still, it’s better to be cautious,” Lancelot shook his head, “Don’t let the enemy catch us off guard.”

“Alright.” The Elven Ranger nodded and with a few elegant leaps, vanished again into the shadows of the cave’s depths.

“Speaking of which, what’s the deal with these minotaur skeletons?” Lancelot asked while cleaning up the battlefield, “Aren’t Demon bones supposed to disintegrate into dust much faster than those of mundane beings? How come there are skeletons left to form these skeletons?”

“That’s because minotaurs are not Demons,” Kalalin shrugged and turned to Elothysia, “What do you know about Baphoment, the lord of the 600th layer of the Abyss?”

“He’s the King of Horned Demons, also known as the Beast Roar Lord, ruling over that endless labyrinth that only minotaurs can remember every path of.” The Succubus Paladin shrugged, “Baphoment despises all civilization, aiming to revert all beings to a primitive beast-like state. He’s not very interested in using Succubi to achieve his goals, and most Succubi don’t enjoy the type of ‘ferocity’ he champions. That’s all I know.”

“Hmm, that’s pretty much what I knew too,” Kalalin nodded, picking up a minotaur’s skull to inspect it in his hands, “Minotaurs are creatures created by the King of Horned Demons, and there are many signs indicating that Baphoment has a sort of alliance with Cang Ye, so it is not surprising to find minotaur corpses here. The first minotaurs were not birthed in the Abyss but were transformed from human cultists who worshipped the ruler of Horned Demons on the Prime Material Plane.”

“Worshipping a Demon? Am I hearing this right?” Bruto approached with a long-handled execution axe, tossing the collected weapons together, “What kind of fool would worship an Abyssal Lord?”

“Where there’s sin, there’s corrupted soil,” Kalalin shrugged, “Moradin, in creating Dwarves, also endowed you with an intrinsic inclination towards goodness. Our human creator, if they truly exist, gave us no such predisposition for good or evil. Compared to other righteous races, human morals are very complex and usually intertwined with societal structures…”

“Yeah yeah, I get that, but you still haven’t explained why anyone would worship that Baphoment…”

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“What about when a farmer, unable to pay his land rents, has his wife and daughters taken away by the Lord? Or when someone suffers the chopping off of limbs just because they paid a little less in taxes?” Scholar glanced at Lancelot intentionally or unintentionally, “Kings and nobles are favorite subjects of corruption for the Devils, while Demons hear the cries of the miserably poor. Demons advocate slaughter and revenge, offering dark power to those in despair, and ensuring their targets don’t stop after only getting revenge.”

“Why are you looking at me? My father was just a minor noble in the countryside and always treated the local people well…” Lancelot said, feeling a bit guilty; in truth, he had never cared about these matters as a child since food always appeared on the table on time. He quickly changed the subject, saying:

“Didn’t you just mention that minotaurs were transformed from humans?”

“Exactly. Cultists of the Horned Demon Lord would wear masks symbolizing animals and step into a pre-arranged labyrinth. There, they would slaughter wild beasts, consume the flesh and blood of the animals raw, and unleash their most primal desires and impulses. Once they had completely discarded what one could call their humanity, typically involving killing and consuming another cultist, a minotaur would be born.”

“That sounds too evil.” The Dwarf shook his head and walked away, “Foolish humans…”

Lancelot and Kalalin didn’t counter, they just glanced at each other, their faces revealing a helpless, bitter smile.

“I’m back,” Acheron’s easy voice arose from where he had just left, “You won’t believe what a sight it is up ahead!”

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