The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 708 - 732: Vine Javelin

Chapter 708 -732: Vine Javelin

Just as the woman’s voice had predicted, the enemy launched another attack half an hour later. From the foggy boundary on the western side of the town, six fiendish creatures emerged, each as tall as a gorilla. Lancelot couldn’t initially determine which type of demon they were until he noticed they were supporting themselves on their knuckles as they moved forward, confirming they were a variant of the Bagula, also known as the Ape Demon.

Behind these Ape Demons followed dozens of Coward Devils that strongly resembled werewolves. If these cannon fodder were to wreak havoc in the town, it would be very troublesome, but if they followed the Ape Demons in an assault on the Temple, the Holy Light of the Zariel statue would take care of them.

The residents of Aldergran had also made preparations for battle. All the windows on the second floor of the Temple were open, with several archers with hunting bows positioned behind each window; the ground floor hall was crammed with farmers wielding short spears and pitchforks.

Priestess Jessa was surrounded by the town guards, standing outside the Temple gates. She wore scale armor that had seen some rust, clutching a fine Hardhead Hammer and a shield bearing the sun emblem. Lancelot was certain that he had seen these items on the walls inside the Temple, but at the time, he had thought they were merely decorative.

Around Jessa’s neck hung the beautiful Losanda emblem—Shuni, the priestess, declined her offer, claiming she already had the blessing of the Lady of Flame. Lancelot and his companions waited for battle in the small plaza in front of the Temple, where there was more room to maneuver, and most of the area was within the effect range of the Zariel statue.

The moment it was confirmed that demons had arrived, several individuals with the sun emblem simultaneously placed their hands on the statue and said in unison,

“Praise Him, the great Lord of the Dawn, Losanda!”

Lancelot felt as if he sensed a vast sea of energy, and then a small strand of energy was drawn out by the sun emblem, wrapping him from head to toe. This sensation was very similar to when he activated the Qingyuan Sword and Shield—not entering his body directly but forming a protective barrier on the surface that would automatically activate upon an attack. As for how effective it would be, Lancelot hoped he would never have to find out.

The demons showed no interest in the houses that had just been extinguished from the great fires. Fresh blood and fear of the living were their favorites, moreover, there were people actively provoking them from the other side.

The shrill sound of something cutting through the air resounded above the small town as a javelin trailing green afterimages descended from the sky, striking an Ape Demon as if guided. The javelin pierced through the massive body of the demon, and although it didn’t kill it instantly, it caused severe damage. The blood spurted out as the demon struggled, staining an entire stretch of road red.

“Such a tenaciously alive beast.”

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Lancelot shook his head with a tinge of regret, formed a Dharma Decree with his left hand, and another tough, straight vine grew out from the ground in front of him. He pulled the vine out, a short Sword Aura emanated from his hand, and with a simple swing, he sharpened the tip of the vine into a fine point, crafting another javelin.

The Dwarf looked on with envy, his own hammer throws in battle never reached beyond sixty feet on flat ground, while the Human Knight had effortlessly thrown his Javelin nearly three hundred feet, the power seemingly undiminished.

Inspired by Lancelot, the archers on the second floor of the Temple began to attack, but the distance was still too far for them. Although the Fiends were large targets themselves, most of the arrows missed, though a few did land on some Coward Devils huddled together, causing some casualties.

The Demons were enraged by this unexpected counterattack and charged toward the direction of the statue, except for the one that had been severely wounded by the Javelin.

Before the Demons could reach him, Lancelot calmly threw his Javelin three more times, the last one when the enemy was less than fifteen feet away. As he released the Javelin, he drew the Giant Sword Glacier that he had planted in the ground, the blade almost chasing the tail of the Javelin, slashing out with a momentum that greatly boosted everyone’s morale.

The wolf-headed baboon Fiend raised its claws, attempting to deflect the incoming Javelin, but almost immediately realized how foolish that was. The Javelin lightly shattered its claws and then lodged into its shoulder, the terrifying force flipping the Demon over, while the Human Knight’s Great Sword fell like a guillotine blade.

Beside him, Bruto alone held off another Fiend; he had become quite adept at using his size to his advantage—against the onrushing Demon, he first pretended to stand firm, then suddenly rolled forward at the last moment before impact, slipping between the large Demon’s legs while executing a strange but skillful swing of his Warhammer, accurately striking the enemy’s left knee. The next second, the Demon’s huge figure toppled to the ground, its lower leg twisted into an odd angle.

The elf-girl and the Half-elf Cursed Swordmaster took on the last Fiend that charged into the square, and their strategy was much simpler: dodge the enemy’s most powerful charge, then attack from two different directions. Whichever of them the Fiend chose to attack would go on full defense, while the other would take the opportunity to strike with all their might.

The Holy Light from the statue shone a little slower than everyone anticipated, but it ultimately arrived. Dazzling Golden Flames erupted from Zariel’s statue, sweeping over every creature present, but Fiends erupted in uncontrollable shrieks as semi-transparent Golden Flames appeared only on them.

The first three Fiends to charge were quickly brought down by the group, and the few hit by Lancelot’s Javelin were heavily injured, allowing Lancelot to hold them all off on his own. As for the Coward Devils that served as cannon fodder, most were reduced to a mess of blood and mud after the first flash from the statue, posing no threat whatsoever.

However, just then, new enemies appeared on the south side of the town. It wasn’t just anyone, but the six-armed Serpent Demon with the upper body of a wolf, which had escaped from under their noses not long ago, followed by an army of over fifty wolf-headed creatures, charging toward them with a threatening momentum.

“Damn it!” Lancelot’s swordplay suddenly exploded, holding back the relentless enemy while he shouted to the town guards and Jessa, who was surrounded by them, “Leave that six-armed monster to me! Retreat to the Temple and secure the entrance!”