The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 710 - 731 Yenogu

Chapter 710 -731 Yenogu

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Lancelot’s heart slowly sank. That enormous figure could only be the notoriously fearsome ‘Lord of the Jackalwere’, Yenogu.

Having been with Kalalin for so long, Lancelot had memorized details about several famous Abyssal Lords. The Destroyer, the Bloodthirsty Beast, the Slaughter Prince, the Lord of Ruins, the Lord of the Jackalwere, and also the lord of the 422nd layer of the Abyss. The legend goes that when Yenogu first rampaged across the Prime Material Plane, a group of greedy hyenas followed him, feeding on the corpses of those killed by the demon. Some of the food still contained Yenogu’s corrupted blood, thus giving birth to the first Jackalweres. Nowadays, Yenogu blesses certain individuals among the Jackalwere tribes, dubbed ‘Yenogu’s Venom Fangs’. Hyenas feeding on the corpses slain by these individuals might transform into new Jackalweres.

It is generally believed that Yenogu is one of the weaker Abyssal Lords. Among all the Abyssal Lords, he might have been defeated the most, but that is still nothing compared to the countless atrocities he has committed in the Prime Material Plane. Due to the extensive presence of Jackalweres on the Prime Material Plane, these tribes almost always try to summon their deity, giving Yenogu plenty of opportunities to cause havoc there.

His first action is to increase the numbers of a Jackalwere tribe as much as possible (depending on how many hyenas the tribe has raised), then he personally leads this fearsome army, sweeping through the countryside like locusts, burning all civilization-related buildings and facilities, massacring and devouring every living being not quick enough to escape. They spare no women, elderly, or children; all screaming beings are considered prime food, even including the rats hidden beneath the foundations of houses. For those keeping an eye on Abyss movements, whenever news arrives of a remote town being razed and all its inhabitants slaughtered, they pay attention to the local Jackalwere population to deduce whether it was another massacre orchestrated by the murderous beast.

All the Jackalweres that had begun to flee stopped in their tracks, emitting excited squeals, nervously twitching their bodies, scratching the ground or the walls nearby with their claws and mouths, creating an unbearable cacophony. But not a single one dared charge at the people again, because their master had arrived. Before the master began his feast, how could the servants presume to eat?

“Boss, what do we do?” Bruto walked over to Lancelot, his voice somewhat wavering, “This is an Abyssal Lord…”

“Running is no longer an option,” Lancelot said, pulling out the Twin Bridges Town emblem given to him by Tijana. It showed no traces of magical fluctuations. “Don’t forget, this isn’t the real world.”

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“I just called upon the Goddess at a crucial moment that was sure to elicit a response, but I received none,” added Alamir from the side. “This also confirms Lancelot’s deduction.”

“Wait a second.” Bruto interrupted the elves. “You just said you went to… this so-called crucial moment refers to…”

“Yes.” Shuni the priest shrugged, “That moment…”

“…You continue.”

“Since this is not the real world, that Yenogu isn’t the real Yenogu either.” Lancelot’s hand tightened then relaxed on the hilt of Frostslash, an eager look on his face, “No matter how powerful it appears in the battle to come, everyone must remember this and not give up thinking it’s hopeless.”

“Ha! Of course not!” the Dwarf looked at Lancelot with an expression that suggested it was a matter of course, “Even if it was a real guy!”

“Aren’t you afraid?” Half-elf Tanya couldn’t help but ask, “If we are killed in the Illusionary Realm, wouldn’t our real bodies die as well…”

“Of course we are afraid,” Lancelot gently shook his head, his eyes fixed on the approaching gigantic Jackalwere, “but a little fear can further stimulate the potential within us, which is exactly what we need next… Listen, I will hold off that beast. Everyone, stay back at least fifteen feet.”

“But then, who will kill it?” Bruto’s gaze also involuntarily rested on the fearsome figure, “Are you saying it’s just up to my Flying Hammer, Alamir’s Holy Fire, and those townspeople’s Short Bows?”

“And Zariel’s statue,” Lancelot said, patting the pedestal next to him, “Now, fall back everyone, I need to make quite an impression if we want an Abyssal Lord to chase after me…”

He slung Frostslash back over his shoulder and adjusted the Storage Bag on his waist to the left side of his body. He reached into it while bending down, posed as if about to spring into action, as though the Magic Container was not a storage but rather a sheath for a sword.

His comrades felt a peculiar pressure, as if the Human Knight beside them had suddenly turned into a humanoid bomb with a ticking clock attached to his back. Following Lancelot’s instructions, they began to slowly retreat, while the giant Jackalwere, covered in fragments of Shields, pieces of Metal Armor, the flesh of its victims, and scars from battles, continued to draw nearer. Its chilling laughter echoed in every corner of the battlefield, instilling fear in every living creature’s heart.

But Lancelot stood still, as if he had also turned into a statue.

The Lord of the Jackalweres finally noticed the Human Knight, its sinister smile growing terrifyingly wide, splitting up to its ears amidst a dense array of fang-like teeth, a sign that it was offended. Accompanied by a sudden and sharp burst of angry howl, Yenogu charged forward, its towering frame over ten feet tall making it resemble a sprinting sabertooth, while the Human Knight in its path looked more like a helpless lamb, utterly unaware of what was about to happen to him.

But of course, that wasn’t the situation.

When Yenogu was about thirty feet from Lancelot, it raised its right arm, about to swing its infamous triple flail. However, in that moment, the figure of the Human Knight suddenly flickered and Lancelot disappeared, while the large statue beside him lit up, emitting a burst of gold light stronger than any before.

Yenogu’s wails of agony started before the golden light faded, and the onlookers were shocked to discover the Jackalwere Lord clutching at its armpit, a massive amount of red blood gushing from between its claws like a fountain of fresh blood.