The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 711 - 732: No Match

Chapter 711 -732: No Match

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“It’s really tough…”

The Human Knight standing behind Yenogu muttered to himself, habitually shaking off his weapon to remove any possible bloodstains from the sword blade.

In Lancelot’s hand was the Starlight Strike, the Holy Relic of the Aira Celestials, the sword of the late Queen’s King Consort, and the technique he just employed was the Gathering Qi Slash, the most powerful bursting move in his arsenal. The Human Knight had played a little trick here, not drawing the Holy Sword in advance, but instead charging it up directly within the Dimensional Bag, catching the Abyssal Lord off guard.

From the moment Yenogu appeared, Lancelot had been guessing what kind of enemy this was. Its bizarre adornments, its spine-chilling laughter, and all the rumors about it pointed to an unmistakable fact—the ruler of the gnoll was someone with a histrionic personality disorder (perhaps not by demon standards). It desired an entrance that would shock, cover in blood, and provoke intense emotions in all spectators. However, at this moment, the Abyssal Lord was not fully aware of his own abilities, and the Abyssal Lord’s confidence (or arrogance) would inevitably lead to some degree of underestimation, meaning some exaggerated, flashy attacks with more show than practicality. That was Lancelot’s best chance to injure the Abyssal Lord, and perhaps his only chance.

Almost all of Lancelot’s judgments were correct, except he had underestimated just how resilient the physical body of an Abyssal Lord could be. The timing and motion of his slash were perfect, and he had used the full strength and limits of his weapon. The part he struck was his opponent’s right armpit, a relatively less protected area on any creature.

However, the result was hardly satisfying—he not only failed to sever Yenogu’s arm, thick as a tree trunk, but didn’t even manage to disable it. The enemy’s right claw was still tightly gripping the infamous flail known as “Butcher,” and though it seemed affected, with the Abyssal Lord’s physique, he probably wouldn’t need long to recover.

The special effect of the Starlight Strike did not trigger, which made Lancelot even more certain that this was just an Illusionary Realm. Yet, the giant gnoll in front of him looked, sounded, and smelled like a true Abyssal Lord, and his Spirit Perception similarly confirmed that this was the most formidable enemy he had faced so far.

Yenogu slowly turned around, the killing intent and madness in his eyes reaching an extent that made one want to self-harm with just a glance.

“I will personally twist your head off; it will make a great ornament…” the Abyssal Lord began with an extremely rough voice, “…I will use magic to keep you ‘alive’ and still able to feel your own body… A thousand hyenas will share your corpse, and you will watch with your own eyes, experiencing the sensation of skin, flesh, and bones being ripped apart and gnawed on by countless mouths…”

“Sorry, could you say that again?” Lancelot actually understood, but he didn’t miss the opportunity to infuriate his opponent, replying directly in Abyssal, “Your accent is too thick…”

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Upon hearing this, Yenogu exploded in rage, lunging at Lancelot with his mouth open like an attacking cobra, moving so quickly it was as if he had teleported over a short distance. It seemed Lancelot had succeeded in his most important goal—provoking this terrifying beast into an overwhelming hatred towards himself.

Lancelot maintained the highest level of vigilance as he twisted his body in a strange manner, dodging to the side like a fish swimming in a lake, and completely avoided the Abyssal Lord’s sneak attack. However, in the next second, he knew he had been careless—the three hammerheads of the flail swung towards him like lightning streaking across the sky, and it was clear that Yenogu’s injury just now had been an act, and Lancelot had been unwittingly duped.

The Human Knight tried to dodge again, deflecting the first hammerhead with his short sword, and the second one grazing past his scalp. But there was no avoiding the third, and all he could do was to let his Dantian output True Yuan like crazy, fully activating the Protective Sword Shield of the Qingyuan Sword Technique, hoping to fend off the opponent’s attack with it.

However, how could an Abyssal Lord’s wrath-filled strike be something he could withstand now?

Lancelot felt like he was back in a battle from over a decade ago, a time when he wasn’t even a Knight, having been knocked off his horse by an older, more experienced enemy. His uncle had rushed over, chased the enemy away, and brought him back to the camp, but Lancelot would never forget the feeling of being struck by a nail-headed hammer.

That feeling visited him again today, as the greenish glow around Lancelot shattered like a porcelain vase, and the Butcher’s final hammerhead heavily collided with Lancelot’s left upper arm. An overwhelming force that couldn’t be resisted surged in, making Lancelot feel as if he had been hit by the tail of an adult White Dragon. He was sent flying backward. What was worse, when he tried to adjust his posture for landing, he was shocked to find his body extremely sluggish, and before he could act, he had already slammed heavily into the ground, and he barely felt any pain—a bad sign, indicating that Lancelot had fallen into a state of paralysis.

“Big brother!!!”

Bruto cried out in shock and, without hesitation, charged at full speed towards Lancelot to block the next attack for him. But how could a Dwarf be a match for Yenogu? The flail swung again, and the Dwarf managed to block only one of the three hammerheads with his shield; the other two struck his back and calf, sweeping him aside like a piece of cumbersome trash.

Just then, Zariel’s statue lit up once more, and the giant gnoll instinctively stopped in its tracks, raising its hand to shield its eyes. This provided an opportunity for the companions to mount a rescue. Alamir quickly reached Lancelot’s side and placed his hand on the Human Knight’s shoulder, casting the Divine Art most needed by those stricken with paralysis: Lesser Restoration Art.

Lancelot felt a surge of vital energy flow into his body, and he could feel his body once more. Without the slightest hesitation, he stabbed with his sword again towards the Abyssal Lord, aiming for the spot he had injured before.

Yenogu let out another high-pitched cry of anguish, this time with even more anger and pain than before. Without pausing to rest, Lancelot charged towards the Abyssal Lord once again, shouting at the same time:

“Retreat, all of you, let me deal with it!”

Alamir did not need Lancelot’s reminder and ran to Bruto immediately, keeping a distance from the Abyssal Lord, while Tanya and the Half-elf girl had already arrived by then. One was helping the Dwarf up and checking his wounds; the other was twirling a long staff in an impenetrable manner, deterring the eager gnolls around them from rash actions.