The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 589 - 613 Carry Away

Chapter 589: Chapter 613: Carry Away Chapter 589: Chapter 613: Carry Away The chains that bound the giant dragon were cast from ordinary metal, and with one stroke of his sword, Lancelot cleaved a substantial notch in them. Immediately after, he struck the same spot three more times, quickly severing the chain completely. The blue dragon, a female, shook off the chains from her body with just a few flicks after Lancelot had broken them and stood up again.

However, two more massive chains were still restraining her, one binding her neck, the other wrapped around her tail. As Lancelot raised his sword to cut the chain around her neck, the blue dragon made a complicated hand gesture and uttered a strange syllable. After a familiar shimmer of Transformation Magic, a female half-dragon clothed in blue “leather” appeared before him, and the chains that were previously wrapped around the blue dragon’s body clanged to the ground.

Compared to the half-dragon form of the Red Dragon, the most notable feature of the person before him was a single horn extending forward from her forehead, easily reminiscent of another creature associated with purity. Her scales shone a beautiful sky blue, glistening in the reflection of the frosty light, and her figure was as compact and robust as that of the half-dragon Red Dragon.

“Thank you, human,” the female Blue Dragon bowed politely to him, her voice sounding pleasantly clear and melodious, wholly different in style from the Red Dragon, “May I have the honor of knowing the name of my savior?”

“Let’s go, quickly! We can talk about names later!”

Lancelot had no intention of exchanging pleasantries, and instead turned and ran towards the next pit. Above his head, Svafnir was raising its neck grandly, and Lancelot could feel a terrifying energy accumulating inside the ancient White Dragon. With his physical condition at present, he might survive being hit by that dragon breath, but as for his companions, they could probably only hope their bodies would remain intact enough to make resurrection not too difficult.

Just as Svafnir was about to unleash its rage, a sudden red giant claw fiercely struck its face, pressing the ancient White Dragon’s head against the wall.

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“Well, well, well, where did this plump, fat little maggot spring from?” Pakos, having revealed his Red Dragon true form, watched the White Dragon beneath his claw with icy scrutiny, “Oh my, isn’t this Svafnir, the one who couldn’t make it in Warrior Village and had to scoot to the Abyss to be a mount for Demons? How curious. Having come to the Abyss, why haven’t you ever invited me over, huh? Could it be that there’s something in your doghouse you don’t want me to know about?”

With a violent twist, Svafnir managed to free itself from Pakos’s grip, at the cost of deep gashes across its face. The two ancient Giant Dragons immediately grappled with each other, clawing, biting, lashing with tails, and spewing frigid and searing dragon breaths.

Despite Svafnir’s already daunting size, the true form of Pakos in combat seemed even larger, clearly dominating in every aspect. The entire Dragon’s Lair began to shake violently, steam and frost from the clashing dragon breaths filled the surroundings, and large amounts of irregular ice shards continually fell from above, each piece landing with enough force to penetrate armor.

In such adverse conditions, any rational person would have fled immediately, but Lancelot refused to leave. He rushed to the edge of the second pit, which held a captive female Green Dragon. Ignoring the whistling shards of ice falling beside him, Lancelot swung his Great Sword with all his might, completely entrusting his safety to his Spirit Perception, only dodging at the last moment before being struck by the falling ice.

Just like the Blue Dragon before, after he broke the first chain, the Green Dragon, who had regained its ability to cast spells, used magic to free itself from its bindings. Another female Half-Dragon appeared before Lancelot’s eyes. Compared to the two he had encountered before, this one had an impressively slender neck and a pair of antlers that extended from between her brows and curved around the sides of her head like the elongated ears of Elves. Her scales were a deep shade of green, and her figure was even more slender and tall. But what set her apart were her emerald-like eyes, glittering with a meticulous, cunning, and scheming light. When she looked at Lancelot, it was as if she was assessing the worth of the Human Knight before her.

However, Lancelot had no intention of standing still and chatting with the lady. Since she had undoubtedly escaped her predicament, he immediately turned and dashed towards the last pit that contained a living dragon. The green Half-Dragon watched the knight’s retreating figure with curious eyes, as if lost in a brief reverie, until a shard of ice that grazed her nose jolted her from her thoughts.

The female Green Dragon chuckled softly, shook her head, and ran in the opposite direction.

The last prisoner locked in the pit was a female Black Dragon, smaller than the other dragons, her body battered and bloodied by the falling ice, her eyes filled with despair. But as she saw Lancelot running towards her, she began to struggle fiercely, as if signaling to her rescuer that she had not given up.

This female Black Dragon’s magical abilities were clearly not as strong as her kin. Only after Lancelot shattered the iron chains wrapped around her neck and body did she barely manage to complete her Transformation Magic, turning into a black female Half-Dragon. She collapsed to the ground immediately afterward. Lancelot stowed his Great Sword in his Dimensional Bag, approached, and turned the Half-Dragon over to find that she had fallen unconscious.

The Half-Dragon form of the female Black Dragon was also distinctive. A pair of white, forward-curving horns extended from the temples on either side of her face and aggressive bone spurs surrounded her cheeks. Her scaly skin was glossy black, and she wasn’t much taller than the little Vampire, Isa. Lancelot also noticed, as any adult human male would at first glance, that certain parts of her body were much stronger than the small Vampire’s, though among all the Half-Dragon People, the Red Dragon’s were the strongest. However, without any emotional connotation, none could compare to Tijana; although this comparison wasn’t fair since Succubi often have the ability to adjust their figures at will.

Another roar came from above, and Lancelot looked up to see Svafnir being struck squarely by a (literal) Dragon Tail Whip from Pakos, spinning towards the cavern wall like a giant windmill.

With a thunderous crash, he hit the wall hard, causing the entire cavern to shake violently. More stalactites were dislodged from the ceiling, accelerating under gravity. Lancelot gently shook the Half-Dragon’s body, but it did not rouse her. Seeing the stalactites nearing the ground, he gritted his teeth, bent down to scoop the Black Dragon woman into his arms, and dashed towards the entrance from which he’d come.

As he ran, only one thought occupied his mind:

‘Damn it, why is she so heavy? Am I carrying the leg of a female Frost Giant?’

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