The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 326 - 340 Tough Stubbornness

Chapter 326 -340 Tough Stubbornness

“Look at the armor on its body, not even a scratch, and even for a Berserk Demon, it’s too heavy,” Lancelot raised his hand to point at the iron behemoth opposite them, “Such armor is more suited for a ceremonial procession or extorting money from ordinary people afraid of being dragged into a war on the streets.”

As soon as Lancelot finished, everyone realized the situation, and the faces of the Berserk Demon’s underlings turned quite amusing. It was not the embarrassment of their own lies being exposed, rather the awkwardness of being caught in deception in front of a crowd.

“You… what did you say?” the Quasimodo Demon bellowed furiously, “Flog, kill them, and the rest of you, join in!”

“Guah!”

The Berserk Demon covered in metal, given the clear instruction, removed the Giant Shield and Spiked Hammer from its back and roared as it charged towards the crowd. Its minions also drew their weapons, but their hearts clearly weren’t in it. After a half-hearted run of a few steps, they stopped, apparently intending to watch and wait.

Lancelot and his companions were already well-prepared for battle. Though they had dealt with many Berserk Demons, an individual outfitted with such fine equipment presented a bit of a challenge. The iron-clad toad charging at them was like the head of a battering ram, and its destructive power was undeniable.

Bruto was the first to take action, hurling his hammer. The Dwarf’s Flying Hammer, like a bolt of lightning, spun toward the approaching toad. However, the enemy immediately raised its Giant Shield, and the hammer struck with a loud clang before bouncing away while the Berserk Demon merely staggered slightly, hardly slowing its charge.

Lancelot sighed inwardly. The situation felt strangely familiar; wasn’t this just like being on the receiving end of a Knight’s charge? Of course, most of the time, he was the one initiating the charge, but that wasn’t without being charged at himself.

Normally, resisting such a charge would require a sturdy Long Spear, steady hands, and an absolutely strong will—not everyone can calmly stand their ground with a weapon when a nearly one-ton metal behemoth is charging at them.

At that moment, Lancelot had no Long Spear. He had always thought that it was a weapon needed for mass army combat, not small-scale adventuring activities, but the journey to Androlina had changed his mind. Whether facing the Giant Skull Demon or dealing with the beetle-like Lord of Withering, having a Long Spear would have been much more convenient.

The Sword Aura created by the Qingyun Sword Art was indeed very sharp, but it was somewhat ineffective against Metal Armor. However, if combined with a Long Spear, the effect should be quite good. And with a Dimensional Bag, carrying it would not be an issue.

Even though he did not have a Long Spear, he had other weapons, like his body, strengthened through Foundation Establishment. Seizing the moment when the Berserk Demon’s vision was blocked by the shield, Lancelot’s figure shot out like a specter. He kept his body low, almost grazing the ground, and the Berserk Demon, with its narrow vision from the Helmet, failed to notice the rapidly approaching Human Knight.

In the moment of crossing, Lancelot’s right foot jutted out to the left front, and his body rotated counterclockwise at high speed. Frostslash swung like a scythe harvesting wheat, aiming straight for the Demon’s steel-boot-clad ankle.

With a thunderous boom, the Berserk Demon was nearly hooked into flipping over and crashed heavily to the ground, while Frostslash’s Sword Blade remained lodged in its ankle.

The terrifying momentum of the charge was wholly redirected onto the Demon itself, and the close contact with the earth nearly knocked it unconscious. Before the giant toad could recover, Lancelot had already stepped on its back.

The Human Knight held his Longsword upside down in both hands, aimed squarely at the gap between the Helmet and Breastplate of the enemy, and thrust down mercilessly.

The tip of the sword, glowing green, sank deep into the body of the Berserk Demon, severing nerves, spine, organs, and then emerging near the chin, pinning the giant toad to the ground.

Lancelot slightly twisted his sword blade, ensuring that the strike had fully killed the enemy. The limbs of the Berserk Demon twitched violently, but that was merely a reflexive response to the nerves being manipulated by the blade’s movement. This demon was already dead. Although, due to the Fiends’ tenacious life force, it could continue to struggle for a while, that wouldn’t change its fate of death.

A dagger flew past Lancelot, aimed at where he had been before he began his charge. Instinctively, Lancelot reached out and caught the handle of the dagger mid-air, then threw it back in the direction it came from.

Different from its incoming state, the dagger flew back like a bolt of lightning, instantaneously returning to its master’s body, leaving only the ruby at the end of the handle sticking out.

“Ugh, such bad luck.”

The Devilspawn looked down at his chest, which was continuously oozing blood, uttered his last words, and then fell dead.

Lancelot’s skills left everyone shocked, especially his adversaries. Those henchmen who were already hesitant let out a few strange cries, threw down their weapons, and ran away, not caring if their fleeing appearance would become a joke in the future.

Lancelot naturally didn’t intend to keep everyone. From their reactions just now, it was clear that this group of henchmen were mostly earlier victims of the trickery; they had simply, due to that unique mindset of evildoers, shifted from victims to victimizers, attacking en masse anyone who wasn’t deceived like them.

But when they actually faced someone as tough as Lancelot, they could only scatter in disarray.

The henchmen could be spared, but the ringleader must be held accountable. Besides, Acheron had mentioned wanting to show a bit more evil, right? So, Lancelot decided to play the part to the hilt.

The Quasimodo Demon, in its mad flight, found itself lifted from the ground, entangled tightly in place by several thick vines that had appeared out of nowhere. The lesser demon looked up to see the terrifying Human Knight advancing towards it step by step.

Wait a second, was that guy… really a human?

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All over Lancelot’s body was shrouded in pitch-black shadows, emitting an Abyssal Aura that made all demons tremble with fear. He then placed his hand on the head of the Quasimodo Demon, which looked like a lamb waiting for slaughter, and the latter frantically shouted:

“Wait! I’ll give you all my treasures and the secrets I know, the secrets that can gain you the favor of the Mother of Demons…”

Lancelot said nothing. He removed his hand, stepped back twice, and then waved his hand to dismiss the vines grasping the Quasimodo Demon.

The lesser demon stood there dazed, as if it had forgotten the concept of escape. In the next second, its body began to undergo a horrifying transformation, muscles swelling violently, bones growing rapidly, and bubbles forming on the skin like boiling water.

The Quasimodo Demon opened its mouth to scream, but before any sound could be formed in its throat, its body burst like an overinflated balloon, exploding into countless pieces.

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