The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 712 - 733: The Light That Pierces Through the Mist

Chapter 712 -733: The Light That Pierces Through the Mist

The fury of the Abyssal Lord had clearly reached its limit, and facing the approaching Human Knight, it swung a claw strike from its empty left hand as quick as lightning.

However, this attack, which was almost impossible to miss, hit nothing. Although Lancelot had poised himself as if ready for a desperate fight (his earlier thrust had undoubtedly convinced Yenogu of his intent), in reality, Lancelot had not even attempted to engage, his body was completely in a state ready to evade. The moment Yenogu’s elbow began to move, Lancelot darted to the side.

Realizing he had been tricked, the giant werewolf let out a roar of extreme anger, but just then, a barrage of arrows struck its back, abruptly cutting off its furious roar in a seriously off-key manner. The arrows came from behind the iron louvers of the Lord of the Dawn Temple, and it seemed the townspeople had finally recovered from the shock of seeing Yenogu, providing support in the way they could, after all, the Human Knight was fighting for their lives.

Unfortunately, these non-magical attacks did nothing more than distract the Abyssal Lord and could not inflict any damage. Realizing this, Yenogu turned around, arrogantly lifting its chin and allowing the arrows from the Temple to hit his chest, a triumphant sneer on its lips.

Worried that the Abyssal Lord might turn to attack the Temple, Lancelot stopped behind the giant werewolf, slightly adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, and then charged forward again, wielding the Starlight Strike.

However, this was precisely what Yenogu had wanted. Its actions were all bait, simply to deceive the annoying Human Knight into thinking it would attack the Temple, so it could give him a hard hit as retribution for playing him.

Unfortunately for him, Lancelot was thinking the same thing.

The flail, switched to the left hand, swung out again, easily crushing the afterimage left by the Human Knight in midair, but that did no real damage. Lancelot still stood in his place, this time he even started retreating before Yenogu made any move, as if he hadn’t moved at all.

Meanwhile, the statue of Zariel lit up once more, the blinding golden light once again forced the giant werewolf to cover its eyes, but before the light dissipated, Yenogu bit fiercely into the air in front of him with his eyes closed, clearly expecting the Human Knight to take the opportunity to attack.

And it guessed wrong again, Lancelot hadn’t moved from his spot, making Yenogu look like a complete fool.

‘So far, this has been easier than I thought,’ the Human Knight thought silently, ‘But how much longer can I keep this up?’

The actual answer was: not much longer. After all, Yenogu was an Abyssal Lord, and while not particularly intelligent, it still had some tricks Lancelot could not predict.

The giant werewolf chased the elusive figure of the Human Knight, wildly swinging its three-headed flail as if swatting flies. Lancelot used all of his Cultivation Power to evade, and although he quickly accumulated numerous superficial scrapes, he wasn’t solidly hit again, as before—until the flail ‘transformed’ into another weapon.

In an attack that seemed fairly ordinary, the chains connecting two hammerheads suddenly shortened, and the chain on the third hammerhead unexpectedly elongated, effectively extending the reach of the attack by nearly a third. By the time Lancelot realized what had happened, it was already too late to dodge. The hammerhead, almost as large as a helmet, covered in spikes, and forged from abyssal metal, hit him again.

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This time it struck Lancelot’s right thigh, flipping him over onto the ground. A strong sense of paralysis once again seized his muscles, and he struggled to stand up, but he was much slower than he wished to be. His comrades were recklessly charging toward him in the distance; however, it seemed they would not arrive any faster than the falling weapon of the werewolf lord.

Lancelot knew it was time to resort to his last resort—transformation into Barlow Flame Demon. Although it would only last for a brief period and the aftermath would be difficult to explain, he had no better option.

Just then, the kookily laughing Abyssal Lord shut its foul mouth and squinted at a light piercing through the mist in the sky.

A pale blue, four-winged angel wearing a silver-white full suit of plate armor with a cloth blindfolding its eyes descended from the heavens, followed by a giant mammoth with golden fur and wings. The angel sliced through the chest of the enormous werewolf with a sword, then spoke a spell in a language Lancelot couldn’t understand, summoning a portal behind Yenogu, as the golden mammoth charged forward violently.

The Abyssal Lord tumbled into the portal, which promptly disappeared. A large number of well-equipped riders burst from the edges of the town’s mist, swiftly clearing the battlefield of the remaining demons and werewolves; apparently, Lancelot and the town had been saved… at least it seemed so.

“Are you alright?” The angel reached out a friendly hand and pulled the human knight up from the ground. “Allow me to introduce myself, I am Zariel, and this mammoth is my companion, Lulu. Your injuries are very severe, but don’t worry, let me heal you…”

A powerful surge of life energy flowed into Lancelot’s body, instantly healing all the accumulated injuries. The mammoth then transformed into a small creature not much larger than a cat, flapping a pair of large ears used as wings, cheerfully flying around Lancelot, which seemed somehow familiar to the human knight.

“Thank you,” Lancelot gestured to Bruto and the others. “These are my companions… Are you the owner of that statue, the angel Zariel who once saved this town?”

“I don’t think there’s another angel who would mimic my style,” Zariel said, pointing at her eyes and turning to smile at the townspeople closing in around her, while the riders began to form lines behind her. “Some matters prevented me from arriving here sooner, but thankfully you were here; otherwise, the outcome would have been unimaginable. My respects to you, Sir Lancelot, I will always hold you in high regard… But now that the matter here is settled, I must leave, as there is more evil waiting to be vanquished…”

After she had spoken, the angel bowed to him, and the riders marched away from the town in neat steps as if under some command. Suddenly, aside from the angel and Lancelot’s companions, everything around them stopped moving, as if time itself had frozen.

“Yenogu killed the people I swore to protect. I can stop it and others like it who are scoundrels. I have the opportunity to stop the tide of chaos from the Abyss and rescue many lives from the threat of demons, but doing so, I may have to abandon everything I stand for. Will you take my place and risk everything to save others?”