The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 365 - 379: The Weakness is the Heart

Chapter 365: Chapter 379: The Weakness is the Heart

The Demons’ innate armor was useless against weapons forged from cold iron—the sharp blade easily sliced through the Succubus’s delicate flesh, plunged into her heart, then drew a horizontal line along the gap between two ribs, finally coming to rest against her spine.

Half of the Succubus’s chest cavity was completely open, and fresh blood spilled from the beautiful demon’s chest like boiling water overflowing its vessel. She instinctively tried to press down on the gushing wound, but that was a futile attempt. Who had launched the surprise attack? How had they gotten behind her? When had she missed such a lethal threat?

The dying Succubus tried to turn her head to see who had killed her. However, a slender hand pressed continuously on her shoulder, not strong, but more than a heart-pierced demon could resist.

Who… is… it…

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The Succubus felt her thoughts slowing down, and death—like a thick, cold tentacle—wrapped tightly around her.

The Succubus collapsed in silence, revealing the figure of a red-eyed girl behind her. Little Isabella quietly stepped back, blending once again into the shadows.

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Lancelot might have hesitated to attack a female demon due to the knightly spirit deep within his heart, but Isabella had no such qualms. From Mogrondale to Miasma Swamp, then to Gaomendikolia, the vampire wanderer became increasingly familiar with combat, and Kamoen’s performance the night before inspired her greatly, encouraging her to try riskier but more rewarding moves in battle.

As the Succubus fell, another sound of a cracked chitinous shell echoed from another corner of the arena. Under Lancelot’s overpowering strength, which was quite disproportionate to his build, the Berserk Demon’s hard pincers finally shattered, revealing the mangled flesh within.

In close-quarters combat, the damage to a weapon could directly disrupt the rhythm of offense and defense, and a master like Lancelot certainly wouldn’t waste such an enormous advantage. The Human Knight, in his Succubus state, advanced fiercely forward, and his Great Sword swung like a whip, aiming directly at the wide-open chest of the enchanted Fiend.

The demon’s other gigantic pincer had just been knocked away; it was now too late to retract it. Its chest also had a pair of human-sized arms, but they were for delicate tasks like skinning or gouging out eyes; they couldn’t stop the unstoppable blade.

The enchanted Fiend still had many abilities it hadn’t had a chance to use: confusion spells, dark arts, dispel magic, command deterrence—any one of these techniques could have potentially turned the tide of battle, but Lancelot’s unexpected entry had caused it to miss the prime opportunity to cast them. Moreover, the demon had then misjudged the strength of its opponent, using the only chance to cast before the fight began on summoning its kin.

And now, nothing could prevent that terrifying Great Sword from plunging into its chest.

The Great Sword, glowing blue-green, easily tore through the demon’s flesh, as effortlessly as piercing a layer of tissue paper. The scales on the demon’s skin, as hard as plate armor, seemed to provide no resistance at all. But Lancelot wasn’t planning to stop there—he was profoundly aware of the Fiends’ potential for a dying struggle.

The Human Knight twisted his wrist, and the blade of the Great Sword rotated 180 degrees, gouging out a large hole in the demon’s chest. Then he lifted upward, splitting the demon’s body above the abdomen in two before delivering a downward slash along the same path, cleaving the beast, which weighed over 5000 pounds, completely in half.

Yet he still wasn’t reassured, his body spun with the momentum, and he struck two horizontal slashes in succession. The demon’s body burst apart like an explosion, with chunks of limbs flying in all directions due to the sword wind, accompanied by flickering spiritual light in the air. That was the demonic magic trying to gather in despair, harmlessly dissipating with the demon’s demise.

Without pausing to savor the victory over his opponent, Lancelot immediately charged at another succubus. Everyone could clearly see what was happening on his end—who could miss a sword blade that glowed? Seeing this god of killing charge at it, the second succubus was so frightened it nearly lost its soul, quickly raising its pincers to block the human knight’s approaching shoulder slash that was nearly in its face.

The succubus felt as though it had been smashed by a boulder launched from siege equipment, but it wasn’t a big problem as its physical condition could still withstand such an impact.

But as the demon blocked Lancelot, it also exposed its back to two clerics. Alamir’s hammer struck the succubus right in the small of its back, and Shuni, the priest, knew very well where the kidneys were located. Although he wasn’t certain if demons possessed the same organ, since they could vent their energy on a succubus, why not give it a try?

The succubus let out a piercing scream. The Elf Priest’s strike clearly caused it immense pain. The demon tried to rotate its pincers to drive away the enemies around it, but Lancelot’s recent overhead slash was not that simple—he had used the Entangling Sword technique from swordsmanship. The Great Sword had collided with the claw and not shattered apart but stuck tightly to it, leaving the demon unable to retract its pincers.

In the intense battle, those few seconds of vulnerability were enough to decide the outcome. The Succubus Paladin, ablaze with golden flames, plunged into the succubus’s back, then rapidly pulled out before thrusting in and out again and again…

The succubus’s two smaller fists frantically pummeled the paladin in front of it, but a layer of blue light shield blocked all the attacks while automatically counterattacking with Sword Qi, leaving the demon’s pair of smaller arms bloody and mutilated, and Lancelot’s Great Sword still tightly entangled with the demon’s pincers, leaving it defenseless to the attacks from behind.

Meanwhile, the skull that was originally hanging on the succubus’s waist suddenly flew out, biting onto the succubus’s dog-like face, almost tearing it off.

When the demon’s claws finally separated from the sword blade, Elothysia had already stabbed seven or eight holes into its back, with at least two traversing the heart at different angles. It turned its head, trying to see what was happening behind it, but Cromwell, still stuck to its face, blocked its line of sight.

This huge beast fell to the ground with a thud, dead.

With the death of the two succubi, the summoning of the Berserk Demon was immediately terminated. Clearly, this was actually a salvation for them, regardless of the fact that two toads had been taken down already, their bodies weren’t going to leave together.

Bruto’s opponent, after having one leg broken, could still fight on thanks to the demon’s tolerance for pain, but the immobilized toad no longer posed any threat to the Dwarf. Bruto could have easily stood back and used his Magic Flying Hammer to smash the enemy to death, but the Dwarf clearly preferred the feeling of demons turning into mush under his hands.

Kamoen fought with more finesse. Once all the enemy’s limbs were severed, the Berserk Demon could only use its foul-smelling mouth to lunge at the Dark Elf, who then took the chance for a sliding tackle. The Scimitar slid from the toad’s chin down to the groin, and when the Berserk Demon tried to get up again, it left all its entrails behind on the ground.