The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 647 - 671: Divine Intervention

Chapter 647 -671: Divine Intervention

‘Goddess who reigns over love and beauty, Mistress of the Eternal Gold Pond, fiery-haired Madam filled with passion, your loyal servant Alamir calls out to you.’

‘Just as I prayed to you this morning, we indeed were ambushed by enemy forces, numerous, skilled in martial arts, and steadfast in will. We have fought bitterly until now, but are nearly at the end of our resources… If you ask where that powerful Human Knight has gone? Hmm… He ran off to assist our Commander, which certainly relates to the Serpent Demon’s chest armor being slashed open—a truly chivalrous act…’

The reverently kneeling Elf Priest heard the cries of his Dwarf companion, yet remained undisturbed, continuing to pray to the shield in front of him, bearing the Emblem of Shuni.

‘You must understand, we are fighting as allies of the Demons. But this time, the enemy are Demons from the invasion of Barto Hell. Letting them dominate the lower planes would be a great disaster for the Multiverse. Throughout aiding the Demons, we have never committed any evil deeds, protecting Twin Bridges Town. In the chest of Tijana, the Succubus Lord, beats a noble and merciful heart…’

‘Thanks to the Healing Divine Art bestowed by you, my companions have not fallen yet, but with the power I currently possess, it is truly impossible to alleviate the current crisis. My Goddess, please extend your hand to your loyal servant, dispel the shadows over my eyes, and show me the path forward…’

By the time Alamir finished the first part of his prayer, the lady’s Emblem on the shield before him was already glowing, and as the final sentence of the prayer ended, the light from the Emblem had become dazzlingly bright.

A powerful Divine Power surged into Alamir’s body, and in the blink of an eye, he mastered several new Spells, one of which he had never heard of, but was perfectly suited for the current situation.

“Behold the miracle, Demons!” the Elf Priest suddenly stood up, lifting the shield high above his head, “In the name of the Lady of Love, I call upon you, dawn that scatters the darkness!”

In front of him on the battlefield, suddenly there appeared a colossal column of light, its radius reaching thirty feet, enveloping about a hundred Beard Demons within it. Every Demon immediately let out agonized screams, their flesh beginning to dissolve, the effect seemingly identical to the Holy Fire Technique. But if the Holy Fire Technique could be likened to a bucket of water thrown from high above, then this Spell called ‘Dawn’ was like a massive waterfall, not only was its scope exaggeratedly large, but there was no sign of it ending any time soon.

Unlike the Demons, the Devils maintained iron-like military discipline. Without orders, no matter what happened, they would never leave their position on the battlefield. Their only way out now was to charge through the mercenaries’ line of defense, but since they had been unable to do so earlier, they surely couldn’t now.

The mercenaries, while fully resisting the Devils’ charge, were shocked by the spectacle in the column of light. Those purple-skinned Beard Demons melted like wax figures near a heat source, even the strongest among them, had barely withstood it for more than a dozen seconds before collapsing, and half a minute later they had completely turned into a bubbling puddle of blood on the ground.

“By Moradin’s beard…” Bruto, feeling suddenly no pressure at all, raised his head and instinctively stepped back a few steps, “Elf, this is a bit… intense…”

The column of light lasted a full minute before completely dissipating, leaving a fetid, viscous, purple-red swamp in the crowded battlefield. This swamp was made up of nothing but the dissolved flesh of the Devils, all thanks to Alamir, a priest under the Divine office of the Goddess of Love, Shuni.

“I told you, a miracle.” Alamir wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, “Oh, watch out, here come new enemies…”

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The iron-blooded military discipline of Bartez was far from superficial; even though a slaughter that was terrifying even for the Fiends had just taken place before their eyes, they still stepped forward without hesitation. However, as the first Beard Demon stepped onto the swamp made of flesh and blood, its body began to tremble visibly, as if it were trying desperately to suppress some intense physiological reaction.

“Oh, Demon, even from this distance, I can still smell your fear…” Bruto whispered softly, “Come to your Dwarf ancestor, let the ancestor send you back home with a hammer…”

The Serpent Demon’s jaw took another hard punch; the studded leather armor that had once covered its body had long since disappeared, leaving nothing but several scratch marks resembling sword wounds on its feminine body with six arms. Unfortunately, Kalalin had not come along with the team; otherwise, he could have ended a long-standing debate within the Dark Cult:

Since the six-armed Serpent Demon has six arms, just how many pairs of breasts does she have on her chest?

The Demon Refinement from the deep dungeon probably knew the answer long ago, as it showed absolutely no interest in admiring the Serpent Demon’s torso. The demonic noble seemed to have recovered from its discomposure, waving its hands calmly, gradually cornering Sonam into a desperate situation. Just as another right hook was about to hit, the Demon Refinement unexpectedly retracted its fist, while its left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the uppermost right arm of the Serpent Demon. The Demon’s hand tightened like a vise, and the longsword held in that arm clanged to the ground— that was the last weapon in the Serpent Demon’s hands.

“It’s time to end this, Madam.”

The demonic noble spewed a terrible halitosis and then opened its cheetah-like maw, biting viciously into the Serpent Demon’s left shoulder. However, just at that moment, the ground beneath the Demon Refinement suddenly split open, and a blinding sword light burst forth like a fountain, striking heavily at the root of its thigh.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”

The screams of the male Demon and female Demon almost rose simultaneously, the difference being that the female voice quickly faded, while the male voice reached another peak a few moments later. Lancelot emerged from the ground following the sword light, but his Frostslash could no longer penetrate deeper — the muscles of the Demon Refinement were almost as hard as Mithril, and even with the cold iron properties of Frostslash and the enhancement of the Qingyun Sword Art, he could not reach the Demon’s thigh bone.

But no matter, besides slashing, cutting is also an important attack mode for swords.

Lancelot’s movements were as smooth as milk spilled on cobblestones; with a light stamp of his foot, he had already jumped ten feet away, pulling his longsword in the process, making the Demon’s screams even sharper.

“You human who deserves to be skinned alive and chopped to pieces!!!!!!!!!” The roar of the Demon Refinement seemed to carry a sobbing tone, recklessly charging at the Human Knight, “I am going to kill you ahhhhhhhh!”

Faced with the clearly completely deranged High Rank Demon, Lancelot didn’t waste any words and decisively turned and ran.