The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 566 - 590 The Sandwich

Chapter 566: Chapter 590 The Sandwich Chapter 566: Chapter 590 The Sandwich Lancelot turned his head and discovered that the spinal bone, thrown into the center of the Portal area before the battle began, had disappeared. He then realized that the object wasn’t some challenge issued before the Giants’ combat, but a distress message sent back to Jotunheim.

Now, reinforcements from the higher planes had arrived. Lancelot glanced over and confirmed there were roughly a hundred Frost Giants within the Portal area. Even though the attackers were still slightly outnumbered, he knew the battle was no longer in doubt, for the reinforcements had appeared directly behind the defensive formation. With one charge, they could completely crush the enemy.

But for Lancelot, there was a small problem—that he and his companions were positioned right between the newly arrived reinforcements and their enemies. Even with his current size, this was an extremely dangerous situation, not to mention for those companions who were less than a third his height.

“Bruto! Stop!” Lancelot bellowed, then turned his head and shouted to his companions behind him, “Old Reap, quickly take those two and get out of here! Those Giants are charging!”

The trio looked back in confusion, their faces going pale when they realized what was about to happen. Old Reap howled, transformed into a massive Werewolf, grabbed Scholar and Elves in his mouth, and then bolted southward at breakneck speed.

Once he was sure they could escape in time, Lancelot turned back to check on Bruto’s situation. Sadly, the Dwarf had completely gone berserk and hadn’t heard Lancelot’s recent shout at all. He was swinging his axe like a mad lumberjack, seemingly enjoying it immensely.

Lancelot turned again, realizing that in no more than five heartbeats, the ground he stood on would be trampled into mush by a host of Frost Giants. Then they would crash into the defensive line like boulders tumbling down a mountain, smashing anything caught in the middle to bits.

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The Human Knight began to sprint with all his might towards the Dwarf still engrossed in battle, his hands quickly forming Dharma Decrees.

Bruto performed a swift half-turn, using the strength of his thighs and waist to swing his axe blade at a Frost Giant’s knee. The severely nicked Battle Axe didn’t fully sever the knee, but it was enough to make the struck Frost Giant lose balance. Bruto moved his feet quickly, readying for another blow to the fallen enemy’s head, but suddenly found he couldn’t lift his arms.

It wasn’t just his arms; his entire body was tightly entwined by vines that had suddenly burst through the snow. The Dwarf, unable to launch his attack, finally snapped out of his berserk state. He turned his head with some confusion, just in time to see Lancelot, who had already run up to him, as well as the incoming wave of Frost Giants behind him.

“What are you doing, big brother?” the Dwarf yelled, perplexed, “And what’s with those Frost Giants?”

“Shut up!” Lancelot ordered while sprinting towards him, “Unless you want to bite off your own tongue!”

There was an unquestionable force in Lancelot’s words, and Bruto instinctually obeyed. With fear in his eyes, Lancelot slowed slightly in the last stretch to adjust his footing before kicking viciously at the Vine Ball entrapping the Dwarf.

“Ahh~~~~~!”

With Bruto’s elongated, increasingly distant scream, Lancelot knew the last of his companions had been removed from mortal peril, and now only he was left. He instantly canceled the Titan Transformation state, pressed on an inconspicuous black spot on his right wrist, and then activated an ability he acquired from a certain spider-like creature.

Moving effortlessly into the shadows, Lancelot passed beneath the tangle of Frost Giants’ feet, reemerging on the other side of the battle line. None of the Giants noticed him. Lancelot looked up just in time to see the giant Vine Ball crash onto the distant snowfield.

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“I hope that guy isn’t too badly hurt…”

Lancelot shrugged and ran toward the direction where Bruto had fallen. He had reverted to his human form, barefoot, and his running figure seemed incredibly light, not even leaving footprints in the snow behind him.

Soon, he arrived at the edge of the Vine Ball. Bruto had also returned to his normal size and was sprawled on the ground nearby, seemingly without any obvious external injuries, but he had fallen into unconsciousness. From the nearby traces, it was apparent that the Vine Ball had rolled a considerable distance upon landing, and being trapped inside must not have been very comfortable.

There came a steady sound of hoofbeats from behind. Lancelot turned his head and saw Old Reap, transformed into a massive werewolf, running towards him. The werewolf skidded to a stop in front of him, nodded at Lancelot, then ‘spat’ out the Scholar and the Priest onto the ground before reverting to his ordinary werewolf form.

“Sorry, the situation was really urgent back there, I truly didn’t have time to wait for you to climb on my back,” Old Reap said with a smile, looking at the two who were swaying as they got up from the ground, “That journey was probably not as comfortable as riding on a sled, but it must have been thrilling, heh heh heh heh…”

“Indeed, but I can tell you were very careful, and being carried in the mouth of a giant wolf is certainly a unique experi…”

Kalalin’s words were cut off as a deluge of water from above drenched him.

“Except for the excessive saliva, which always had me worrying that you might swallow us the next second,” Alamir said, controlling the flow of water created with Divine Arts to wash off the sticky liquid from himself and Kalalin, “but I know you had no such intentions, right? Thanks a lot, if it weren’t for you, Kalalin and I would have certainly been doomed.”

“No problem, I managed to run out just in time thanks to Lancelot’s warning.” The werewolf shrugged and nudged the Dwarf on the ground with the tip of his foot, “This guy… he’s not dead, is he? With his body so intact, even if he were, it wouldn’t be difficult to revive him…”

“He’s just passed out.”

After inspecting further, Alamir crouched down and made the above judgment. He placed the shield with Shuni’s emblem on the Dwarf’s chest, quietly recited a short prayer praising the God of Love, and then activated his once-daily Divine office ability to channel Divine Power.

The shield acted like a Portal suddenly opened, a vast amount of life energy surged into the Dwarf’s body in an instant. Bruto’s eyes snapped open, and he began to cough violently, as Alamir gently helped him up.

“Thank you, Elves, that was really comfortable… Achoo! Ugh, it’s so cold, could someone give me a cloak…”

“First, put this on,” Kalalin said as he pulled out a thick cloak from his backpack, “Your armor and hammer are with me as well. Do you want them now?”

“Haha, thanks! Of course, I want them now!” Bruto staggered to his feet, “That fight was quite a rush, let’s hurry back! Victory is within our grasp!”