The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 705 - 729: Statue

Chapter 705 -729: Statue

The guards joined Lancelot’s team, and together they marched toward the giant statue in the distance. Along the way, they killed numerous rampaging demons and wolfmen and rescued more villagers who had been trapped. However, after quickly expressing their thanks, these people quickly fled without joining the group heading to the church.

The town was not large, and despite being occasionally delayed by sudden fights, it took only five minutes for everyone to arrive in front of Zariel’s statue. This thirty-foot-tall statue, made of marble, stood on a base as high as Bruto’s neck and bore an inscription in the common language: “Zariel, Guardian of Aldergran. Pray to Losanda, and His radiance will protect you.”

Behind the statue lay the Losanda Cathedral that the townspeople spoke of. This two-story stone temple was the largest building in the town, with sun-shaped carvings on its external walls, and its front oak doors were tightly shut, with all the round windows sealed by iron shutters.

Lancelot didn’t know much about Losanda, but according to what Alamir had once shared with him, this deity, also known as Lansendel, held a string of positive divine offices related to dawn, vitality, youth, and athletic pursuits. He was one of the mainstream beliefs among the material plane’s humans, especially revered by young nobles, and was almost as popular among gods as mortals were, with a close alliance with Alamir’s faith in Lady Fire.

Meanwhile, Lancelot’s Spirit Perception also alerted him that the statue of Zariel in front of him was actually a magical item, but he had no time to explore its secrets just yet—a six-armed Serpent Demon was directing a squad of four Berserk Demons to take turns slamming against the temple’s doors. Unless a miracle occurred, it was only a matter of time until the demons would break through.

On hearing the commotion caused by the group, the Serpent Demon swiftly turned around. Everyone gasped, but for different reasons; the guards and the woman gasped out of sheer fright, while Lancelot and his companions were shocked by the appearance of this six-armed Serpent Demon—strictly speaking, apart from its thick serpentine lower body, it had nothing in common with the Solheim they knew: Instead of a beautiful, seductive, humanoid female head, it had an ugly wolf’s face, and instead of six elegant, deadly arms, it had long claws covered with black hard hair like those of a wolfman. Of course, each of its claws held a dangerous longsword, and its aura was as formidable as a true six-armed Serpent Demon.

The Berserk Demons that had been striking the church doors also stopped, as they would not exert their strength on lifeless doors when there were living beings present. Like the Serpent Demon, these servants of Yenogu had transformed dramatically in appearance, now resembling demonized giant wolves. Their mouths, once filled with fine, sharp teeth, now boasted canine teeth like daggers, and the skin’s toad-like warts had burst forth into bone spurs, making them look not as nauseous as ordinary Berserk Demons but infinitely more ferocious.

Lancelot stepped forward a few paces, swiftly giving his companions several hand signals to stay and fight where they were—he didn’t want to reveal his strength too soon, fearing the consequences if the Serpent Demon and the Berserk Demons joined the battle together.

“Slaughter these resisters!” ordered the Serpent Demon to its subordinates in a raspy and cold voice, never expecting that the opposing group could fully understand the Abyssal language, “Welcome the great Prince of Slaughter with their skulls!”

“Ha, now the fun begins,” Bruto said as he hammered his warhammer twice onto his shield, “Come on! Whether you’re a toad or a giant wolf, don’t think you can take any advantage from your Dwarf granddad! Hoo-ah!!!”

The wolf-like Berserk Demons let out a howling charge, rushing toward the group on all fours. The event Lancelot feared did not occur; the Serpent Demon merely stood far off, watching without joining the fight immediately. The foremost Berserk Demon leapt through the air when it was fifteen feet away from the Human Knight, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, already imagining the pleasure of snapping the human’s neck and sucking the flesh from within that armor.

However, before Lancelot could make a move, the enormous angel statue launched the first attack. Blinding light burst from the statue, burning all the approaching Demons and plunging them into temporary blindness. This condition wouldn’t last long, at most only three heartbeats, but for someone, it was long enough.

Apart from Alamir standing at the very back, no one managed to see Lancelot’s movements clearly. His figure instantly disappeared from where he was only to reappear in front of a Berserk Demon, with his longsword plunged into the demon’s heart; before the demon could realize its own demise, the Human Knight had already vanished again, with a flash of greenish blade light, another Berserk Demon was sliced in half at the waist.

Lancelot’s figure disappeared again, but this time it did not reappear in Alamir’s view until a sharp swooshing sound reached his ears. The Elf Priest looked up to see the Human Knight descending from the sky, longsword pointing straight down — where the first Berserk Demon that had pounced toward him was struggling on the spot due to the earlier missed attack and sudden burst of light.

The next second, the longsword pierced through the Berserk Demon like an icicle falling from the sky, while the body of the Human Knight swayed lightly like a leaf blown by the wind, smoothly landing on the ground not far away.

“Beautiful!” Alamir couldn’t help but applaud, “You didn’t even dirty your armor, that’s great!”

“Thank you,” Lancelot smiled at his companion, “Opportunities like that are too rare.”

In that burst of action, he had killed three out of four Berserk Demons, leaving only Bruto’s adversary — if he had taken that one too, the Dwarf surely would have been upset, and Lancelot was confident that Bruto could handle it.

Indeed, just as he had anticipated, Bruto also seized the opportunity when the enemy was blinded, slamming his warhammer directly onto the Berserk Demon’s wolfish face. With the Dwarf’s current strength, being fully struck with a warhammer was no laughing matter; the Berserk Demon immediately toppled to the ground, limbs twitching uncontrollably, and although not yet dead, it could not defend against the Dwarf’s subsequent heavy blows, soon dying under his hammer.

“Lord of the Dawn above…” the captain of the guard exclaimed in shock, looking at the relaxed Human Knight, “Who exactly are you people?”

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“Mercenaries.” The Elf Priest lowered his head, softly explaining to the young widow who had slumped into his arms, “But occasionally, we also do good deeds for free.”