The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 683 - 707 I Want to Eat Meat

Chapter 683: Chapter 707 I Want to Eat Meat

Speaking of which, Tijana and her group of maidservants’ combat style was clearly closer to Enreyes, rather than other Succubi. They rejected the hedonism pursued by their kind and invested a vast amount of time into tedious training, strenuously developing muscles capable of fighting in heavy armor, as well as swordsmanship that would allow them to hold their own in the Abyss.

Of course, most Succubi from Twin Bridges Town could still not compete with an Enreyes, but Tijana was definitely not one of those, and as her favorite practice opponent, Lancelot had amassed quite a bit of experience in dealing with these agile, winged humanoids.

A very useful method was: to grab any part of their body and swing with all your might.

Lancelot didn’t even try to reach for the other leg; he knew he needed to be quick enough to slam his opponent into the floor, wall, or any hard surface before the counterattack came. But the succubus whose ankle he had grabbed didn’t have this kind of experience and reacted just a little too slow—really only a bit, less than a fifth of a heartbeat, but that was enough to decide the outcome.

The succubus’s beautiful body was harshly thrown to the ground, making a sound akin to that of a slap. But it wasn’t over; Lancelot’s waist twisted like a waterwheel, flipping his opponent over his head, then slamming her on the other side of his body, and repeated the action as if he were a blacksmith and the succubus his iron hammer.

Irina initially tried to fight back with her sword, but repeated impacts made all her strikes hit nothing but air. When her back hit the ground for the seventh time, she could no longer hold onto her sword’s handle and let the weapon slip from her grasp.

Lancelot showed no mercy, continuing to slam the succubus to the floor over and over, even after she had been disarmed. It was only when his opponent’s body completely lost its strength, limp as a bag filled with soybeans, that he stopped and lifted the still devil.

“She’s not dead, right?” Bruto’s voice came from the stands, “Big brother, you wouldn’t accidentally…

“Of course not,” Lancelot said, cradling the near-death succubus in his arms, turning to walk towards his companions, “Alamir, I need you to infuse some life energy into her…”

“Ah, these Enruiyesi are truly beautiful,” the Elf Priest sighed, “especially when unconscious.”

“Agreed.”

Lancelot placed Irina in a seat and turned to watch Alamir summon a stream of life energy with hand gestures, long spells, and a shield bearing Shuni’s emblem, slowly infusing it into the succubus’s body.

“You took a bit long with that prayer,” Bruto critically commented, “Did you get the words wrong?”

“After all, she’s a demon,” the Elf Priest protested, looking quite aggrieved, “I had to explain the situation to the Goddess; even the simplest healing spell wouldn’t come out if the Lady of Fire’s not willing…”

“Are you telling me, every spell cast by a Priest needs personal approval from the Deities?” the Dwarf asked in amazement, “Can They… handle that?”

“They’re Deities,” Alamir replied with a mix of laughter and resignation, “Of course, They can do things we mere mortals cannot…”

“……hmm…uhm…”

As the Elf and Dwarf discussed the capabilities of the divine, the unconscious Irina finally began to open her eyes slowly. She tried to jump away like a startled cat but was forced to stop because of a hurt muscle.

“You’re awake.” Lancelot, who had already caught his breath, said in a gentle tone, “Feeling better?”

“Damn, how could you fight like that?” Irina grimaced, sitting up, “And to be so skilled at it?”

“Because I have a wealth of experience,” Lancelot said with a slight smile, “So, have your cravings for battle been satisfied?”

“Ah, at least for the short term, I don’t want to fight anymore,” Irina rubbed her face, which, surprisingly, had not taken any hits, improving her mood by quite a bit, “Well then, my second desire is… hunger!”

“Fantastic,” the Dwarf muttered to the Elf, “I’ve already guessed what the third desire is.”

Alamir slyly ticked an eyebrow at him.

“Appetite, huh…” Lancelot Morassa stroked his chin, “Thus, it seems about time for a meal. Do you have any special requests?”

“Of course, I want meat. And not the kind that goes ‘baa’, ‘woof’, or ‘meow’. I want the flesh of a wise creature, the kind that begs for mercy non-stop, you understand what I mean? Of course, it can’t be Bartez’s meat, I haven’t fallen so low… and Tanari’s stinking flesh won’t do either. If you truly can’t find anything better, Tiflin’s young would do in a pinch, as their meat is quite tender.”

The companions exchanged shocked glances, unable to hide their disgust. Indeed, they carried some dry food in their backpacks, including some decent jerky, but none that met the Demon’s demands. The only one whose expression didn’t change was Lancelot, who watched the other’s eyes and asked gravely:

“A piece of flesh from a wise creature, not Fiends, and if they have Fiend blood, it must be a cub… Did I understand that correctly?”

“There’s one more thing, that wise creature must already be dead, don’t think about cutting a piece off yourself…”

“I have no such plan. Do you have any requests for how it’s cooked? Would you like it grilled, fried, boiled, or steamed?”

“Whatever suits you,” the Succubus revealed an evil smile, “but the more pain the prey suffers at death, the better their flesh tastes…”

“Got it,” Lancelot nodded, “Where’s the kitchen?”

“Go out from where you came in, it’s the third room on the right.”

“Alright,” Lancelot patted his bottom and stood up, “You won’t wait too long, Madame.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

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“What an evil bitch,” Bruto complained indignantly once they were outside the Arena’s door, “Big brother, what do we do now? Do we just bypass the lava moat directly, or turn back and give that Succubus a good beating?”

“No need for either,” Lancelot shrugged and pushed open the door that Irina had mentioned, finding indeed a kitchen, “We already have the ingredient she wants, just cook it up and bring it to her.”

“What are you talking about?” Bruto scratched his fuzzy head vigorously, “When did you kill a Tiflin child?”

“I would never do such a thing!” Lancelot rolled his eyes, “Do I need to remind you again? What’s the best barbecue you’ve ever had till now?”

“Of course, coming back from the Iron Ice Plains…” The Dwarf’s eyes widened with sudden delight, “Ah! I know, White Dragon meat!”

“What?” Tanya and Jingqi cried out in unison, “How do you have White Dragon meat?”

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“Because we killed a White Dragon, actually, just last week,” Lancelot shrugged again, turning to the Elf Priest, “The Succubus’ second desire shouldn’t be a big problem, what worries me is what she might ask for next…”

“If the Succubus really makes such a request…” Alamir tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, “then leave it confidently to a professional like me. Making sacrifices for the team is a very noble act, the Goddess will surely support me!”