The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 366 - 380: Mirror

Chapter 366: Chapter 380: Mirror

The fierce battle was suddenly brought to a halt, and everyone was gasping for breath. People looked at each other, relieved to find that everyone was still alive. The only one with serious injuries was Bruto, the Dwarf, whose recent combat style had increasingly resembled that of Barbarians, focusing on inflicting maximum damage and not minding taking a few hits from the enemy.

“Koula, I’m really sorry.” Kalalin sincerely apologized to the Halfling, “I shouldn’t have…”

“Hmph! After all the delicious food I gave you!” Koula pretended to be angry, but soon burst into laughter, “It seems that the power of good food is not as compelling as that of beauty, feeling like I’ve lost…”

On the other side of the room, Lancelot was looking at Little Isha with some relief. Anticipation was written all over her face.

“That was a nice hit, very impressive.”

“Hehe!” The little girl beamed with a radiant smile upon receiving the praise she had hoped for, completely lacking the dignity of an Undead, “Have I grown up!”

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“I don’t think so,” Lancelot shook his head, then revealed a sincere smile, “I think you’ve always been that awesome, you just hadn’t learned how to use your own strength before.”

“Ah! Brother, you’re teasing me!” The little girl pounced into Lancelot’s arms in frustration. They froze for a second, then quickly separated. Little Isha’s face turned red, and in a voice barely louder than a mosquito’s, she explained, “It’s… it’s all because of the way you look… got used to hugging Sister Tigana…”

“Do you often hug Tigana like this?” Lancelot asked reflexively, then awkwardly took off his Transformation Ring, reverting back to his form as a Human Knight, “Ahem, I mean… let’s not waste any time, everyone. Hurry up and search for where that battle plan is?”

Hearing this, everyone sprang into action, searching through the rather imposing office.

Inside the cabinets were various potions of unknown use, and wisely, due to Koula’s repeated emphasis, everyone refrained from checking them, not even touching the bottles; the office desk drawers contained many scrolls without any magic aura, and upon opening them, they were found to be maps of various kinds, most depicting detailed areas of Androlina, but to their disappointment, there was nothing related to military deployments on them.

Lancelot’s attention was mainly focused on maintaining the Soundproof Barrier and sensing any abnormalities around him through Spirit Perception. They were lucky that so far, the outside guards hadn’t shown any reaction, but the situation could change at any time. It could be problematic that they hadn’t directly finished off Ulgog, and the fact that the two guards had mentioned the General had already gone to the frontline also made him uneasy.

Could it be that the war had already started? If that was the case, even if they found a copy of the battle plan, it would probably be too late.

“Damn it, where exactly is that blasted battle plan?” Acheron complained, agitated. He had just pulled open a cabinet to find five rows of shelves with skulls staring back at the Elves with their hollow eye sockets, “They’re neatly arranged, does this Ulgog have obsessive-compulsive disorder or what…”

“For a normal Tanari, this place seems too orderly.” Elothysia was checking a bookshelf filled only with… books. It’s true that Demons have a natural alignment of chaotic evil, but that doesn’t mean there are no individuals who are philosophers, Scholars, or historians among them.

Ulgog’s collection was mostly related to history, with a special interest in the power struggles during the rule of the Obyrith Demon Race evident from the titles. Even though Demons possess eternal life, due to their bellicose nature, very few have lived from that era to the present.

During that age, the Abyss saw its first unification under the banner of chaos, with Demons converging to invade the Multiverse and overthrow order, destroying world after world. Perhaps Ulgog hoped to draw some experience from that period to unite the Tanari?

“Ha! There’s a secret door here!”

The Dwarf’s joyful voice came from the other end of the room, and everyone turned to look, only to find Bruto pushing aside a large painting depicting a disturbing scene: on a battlefield in a lower plane, a beautiful Angel was overwhelmed by a multitude of Fiends, with only an arm and half a face still visible, akin to a drowning person on the verge of sinking.

And behind the canvas on the wall, there was a round metal door. The surface of the door bore complex mechanical structures that resembled the entrance of a vault.

The looks on everyone’s faces turned ugly. The probability that what they were seeking was inside was very high, but given the impregnable appearance of the door, it was likely filled with defensive mechanisms and Magic, and there was no chance of opening it in a short time.

“If it can’t be helped, then let’s just dismantle it and take it back.” Lancelot shook his head helplessly, “I hope it’s not too big to fit in the Dimensional Bag. I believe those beings from the Heavens definitely have a way to open it.”

“What a hassle…” the Dwarf grumbled, and subconsciously reached out to pull the iron door.

Lancelot’s Spirit Perception suddenly started frantically warning him, but he had no idea where the danger was coming from, so he could only shout:

“Stop!!”

But it was still too late.

The metal door wasn’t locked at all; the Dwarf simply pulled it open. Inside, there were indeed a dozen thick parchments, and numerous treasures emitting a Magic Aura, but nobody’s gaze was directed towards them.

The back of the metal door the Dwarf had opened was a mirror emitting a bluish light, yet the scene reflected in the mirror was not that of the room.

The background in the mirror’s image was a monument constructed of bones and Metal, and due to the lack of reference, it was impossible to tell its actual size. Floating in front of the monument was the Illusion-like figure of a woman. She was draped in plain, light gauzy fabric, billowing in the unknown breeze, perpetually obscuring the details of the figure.

The moment they saw the figure, a certain extraordinary power rooted everyone to the spot. Their hearts were submerged in boundless Fear, for they all knew clearly who that fluttering figure truly was.

Cang Ye, Mother of Demons, the true master of Androlina.

There was one person who could still move, Lancelot. The small bamboo slip helped him withstand the psychological impact of seeing this ancient Obyrith Lord, preventing him from losing control over his body. The Human Knight charged forth, attempting to close the round metal door again.

It seemed as if a breeze blew through the mirror, and the veil hiding the Mother of Demon’s face gently lifted…

Lancelot’s vision went black, and he lost consciousness completely.