The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 546 - 570 No Longer Works

Chapter 546: Chapter 570: No Longer Works Chapter 546: Chapter 570: No Longer Works The White Dragon’s breath, filled with icy elements, surged into the tunnel. Lancelot stepped forward in front of Kalalin, his body igniting with cyan flames, attempting to buy time for his companions to complete their spell.

The sweeping flow of energy hit the Human Knight head-on, parting around him like a waterfall around a rock, and in the critical moment, Kalalin did not falter; within five heartbeats, he had activated the spell stored in the scroll. Accompanied by a fleeting bright blue Magic Aura, the ‘rock’ that had been blocking the waterfall vanished from the tunnel.

The disturbance here was so brief and trivial that the ancient White Dragon did not notice what had transpired within. Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in a cave, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling, the figures of the group appeared haphazardly around the Teleportation Array.

“You’re back? So soon?” The cheerful voice of young Isa came from outside the cave, but upon seeing the group, her expression turned to one of horror, “Brother Lancelot… what’s happened to him…”

“What?”

The group turned in confusion, only to find that among them was a huge block of ice, and Lancelot was frozen solid in the middle of it.

“Damn it, what’s going on here?” Bruto leapt to his feet, “Didn’t the Teleportation Magic activate on time? We’re all fine, so why has he turned out like this?”

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“Because he used his body to shield us from the Dragon Breath, we were able to return unscathed,” Alamir patted the Dwarf’s shoulder, “What a great sacrifice…”

“Sacrifice my foot, my brother isn’t that easy to kill!” Bruto, fuming, picked up his hammer and walked towards the ice block encasing Lancelot, “Just you watch, once I smash the ice, he’ll be fine!”

“Stop!” Alamir grabbed the impulsive Dwarf, “Even if he’s really dead, if his body is intact, my Divine Arts can bring him back, but if you damage his body, that would be beyond my abilities!”

“Then… what should we do? Thaw the ice block slowly?” Bruto turned to dash out again, “I’ll go find some kindling to start a fire!”

“Where will you find combustibles in this icy landscape?” The Elf caught up to the Dwarf, pressing firmly on his shoulder, “We have us Spellcasters here, you just sit tight…”

“Brother?!”

Suddenly, young Isa cried out in alarm; she had been leaning close to the human-shaped ice block since earlier, and now her face was filled with joy.

“What’s wrong?”

The whole group turned their heads only to see that Lancelot within the ice block had not changed at all, then they all turned their inquisitive gazes back to Isa.

“Um, brother has woken up; he just established a mental connection with me…” Isa said shyly under everyone’s gaze, “He told me to move him to a more open space, and then to stand back, as he can free himself…”

“A more open space? You mean outside?” The Dwarf jumped up once more, “Everyone come and give me a hand!”

The team worked together to carry the massive ice block, resembling a coffin, outside the cave onto an open space, and then retreated a full thirty feet away as instructed by little Isha.

The surface of the ice block first displayed a web of cracks before exploding with a loud bang. Huge chunks of ice spun at a high speed towards all directions, their sharp edges turning them into throwing axes forcefully hurled out. If anyone had really been standing nearby, they might have had their heads sheared off.

“Cough cough… cough cough cough…”

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Lancelot knelt on the ground, coughing violently. It wasn’t because he had been suffocating inside the ice block, but rather because his body still contained some remnants of the White Dragon’s Breath’s cold elements, which were quickly expelled before his companions ran over to his side.

“Ha! I knew you’d be fine!” Bruto excitedly extended his fist toward Lancelot, “Looks like the Ancient White Dragon’s Breath isn’t much after all!”

“How could that be, if not for Kalalin activating the Teleportation Magic in time, we would all be Svafnir’s captives by now.” Lancelot said, smiling as he bumped fists with the Dwarf, “Come to think of it, this is my second time being frozen in a block of ice, but it still feels worse than the Ice Magic Sphere Olul cast last time…”

“I still have some blaze gel on me.” The old Reap patted the small pouch on his waist, “But last time you and Bruto were only the size of fists…”

“Really appreciate it,” Kalalin also came over, his face filled with gratitude, “You’ve saved us once again…”

“No, this time I was a bit overconfident, all the blame is on me.” Lancelot firmly shook his head, “The moment we were sure that Svafnir was returning, we should have left immediately…”

He was only halfway through his sentence when his expression suddenly froze. Turning around, he saw the silhouette of the Ancient White Dragon appearing on the horizon and flying back to the Glacial Fortress at incredible speed, landing on the wide balcony outside the entrance.

“Damn it, how could it have returned so quickly… ” Lancelot’s face turned a bit ugly, “How long have we been back?”

“Less than fifteen minutes.” Alamir immediately replied, “And from when you said Svafnir left until it reached its lair, it was less than ten minutes.”

“Those two places are hundreds of miles apart; even if the dragon flies fast, it can’t possibly cross such a vast distance instantaneously.” Kalalin tugged at his thinning hair, “I bet it must be using some kind of magic to travel so swiftly between its lair and the Glacial Fortress…”

“What kind of magic could that be?” Lancelot asked, “Do we have any way to interfere with it?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Kalalin spread his hands in resignation, “Perhaps there’s an invisible spatial rift high in the sky, or maybe this White Dragon is clever enough to use Teleportation Magic… Unless we conduct another test, and have a creature whose flying speed is not inferior to it follow stealthily. But even then, I doubt if there’s truly a way to stop it…”

“But if it can return that quickly, our original plan won’t work.” Bruto said somewhat disheartenedly, “I remember the scene I saw in the illusion last time; inside the Glacial Fortress, there were many Frost Giant guards, as well as those large dogs with human faces. Although I’m not scared to fight them, we can’t possibly get out of the fortress before the dragon comes back…”

“Which means we can only cooperate with Gertie to release the Giant Demi-god.” Alamir shrugged helplessly, “I hope he will indeed lead the Frost Giants from Warrior Village to march on the Glacial Fortress.”

“Right, let’s proceed with this plan for now,” Lancelot nodded his head, his face deep in thought, “But if the situation changes, there might be another possibility…”