The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 672 - 696: Revenge of the Dead
Chapter 672 -696: Revenge of the Dead
Despite appearing very cumbersome, the agility of the Demons was not at all lacking. Lancelot was extremely fast, but after all, he launched his attack from the front, so the opponent had the time to react.
The Demon barely turned its bald, flat head to dodge the Human Knight’s longsword by a hair’s breadth, but the sharp Sword Qi still immediately created a fine cut on its face. Before Lancelot could change from thrust to slash, the opponent spun its halberd, using the tail end of the handle to knock his sword blade aside, and counterattacked with a ferocious chop.
Lancelot’s figure flashed, and in an instant he moved to the side, letting the falling weapon separate him and another enemy, while dragging the Hand Half Sword behind him. One reason was to test the Demon’s strength, the other to limit the opponent’s ability to follow up with other moves.
A piercing clang of metal on metal rang out; the Hand Half Sword failed to block the pike, the sword body being pressed to angle towards the ground. Fortunately, it also deflected the opponent’s weapon, preventing an immediate pursuit. Lancelot’s expression darkened slightly – the enemy’s physical strength was extremely formidable, on par with a grown White Dragon. If he tried to overpower it, he would inevitably lose.
But why would he choose to overpower it?
Strength was merely one factor in determining the outcome of a battle, and its weight was no greater than skill and speed. Lancelot suddenly stepped forward, his longsword striking like a venomous snake coiled on the ground, slashing at incredible speed towards the exposed armpit of the Demon.
The blade of the sword moved too fast, and even if the Demon wanted to do something, its heavy body could not respond in time.
Lancelot coolly drove Frostslash into his opponent’s armpit, nearly severing an entire arm. After scoring a hit, the Human Knight didn’t linger, but instead continued forward, circling to the enemy’s side and rear, gaining a better relative position and evading another enemy’s belated pincer attack.
The Dwarf, with whom he had developed a very good understanding, also leaped out at this time, throwing his Warhammer with full force at another Demon. The Dwarf’s strike was of a very high standard, the Warhammer smashing onto the Demon’s head like a bolt of lightning, creating an impact as though it was hitting a solid bronze sphere, involuntarily making one’s teeth ache.
However, the resilience of these Demons was clearly extremely tenacious. After being dealt a blow to the head by the Dwarf, it merely staggered back, covering its bloodied face, without succumbing to death. Yet its troubles did not end there, as the Half-elf Cursed Swordmaster had already charged with the enormous Shadow Halberd in tow.
Tanya kept her center of gravity very low, her figure as quick as a specter, and with her disheveled white hair and eyes flickering with red light, no one would question if she was the Grim Reaper’s own Reaper.
At the same time, Lancelot turned as well, once again thrusting out his longsword. Since the enemy was taller than himself, and its hunched body made it impossible for him to see the opponent’s neck, Lancelot aimed for the gap between the enemy’s breastplate and skirt armor around the lower back. A blue Sword Aura lit up on the sword blade; he was determined to land this strike, even if the enemy wore a layer of padding underneath—it was necessary to take the opponent’s kidney out.
The longsword effortlessly entered the enemy’s body, in fact, perhaps a bit too deeply. The Demon let out a wretched howl but didn’t lose its combat ability; instead, it turned violently in pain, swinging its multi-bladed halberd in a sweep of astonishing power.
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Lancelot’s complexion changed, and he immediately released his grip on the sword, rolling on the ground at once. The halberd swept just less than an inch above him, then slammed into the stone wall beside him with a resounding bang, sparking a shower of dazzling sparks, proving the tremendous force behind the strike.
The Demon, missing its target, attempted to follow up with another attack but it still had a longsword embedded in its waist, especially a cold iron weapon that was particularly effective against Fiends. The fierce twisting motion it had just performed nearly caused it to be disemboweled, and copious amounts of black blood gushed from the gaps in its armor like steam from a boiling kettle.
Despite the pain, the Demon swung another lethal slash toward the Human Knight who now stood empty-handed, but the knight’s figure was like a feather. The wind brought up by the descending halberd had already pushed him to the side.
Lancelot was somewhat annoyed with himself. He had underestimated his enemy’s strength and then their resilience, leading to a situation where he had lost his own weapon—which was really unacceptable. Hardening his heart, he forcefully stamped on the handle of the enemy’s weapon with his foot, causing the halberd to fall loose from the Demon’s grasp. A heavy stomp on the ground with his steel boots, and the Demon’s weapon bounced up, landing perfectly in the hands of the Human Knight.
His movements were as quick as lightning. The severely wounded Demon watched dumbfounded as the Human Knight before it seemed not yet to have grasped what had just happened. Naturally, Lancelot had no interest in conversation and, swinging the double-bladed halberd in his hand, he brought it down with full force on its former master.
The Demon instinctively raised its arms in an attempt to block the fatal blow, but before its arms could close, its own weapon was already crushing down on its head.
The two longsword-like blades of the halberd split the Demon’s head into three parts. The left and right pieces immediately fell to the ground, while the center piece had not yet decided which way to fall. The weak point of Bartez lay in their heads, and such severe damage was of course enough to instantly kill this massive Fiend, its body clad in heavy armor slowly tilting forward like a felled tree.
Just as the body was about to touch the ground, Lancelot’s face suddenly changed dramatically, and he shot back in retreat, a green protective shield lighting up around him. In the next instant, countless thumb-sized maggots burst out from the large hole in the corpse’s neck, their speed reminiscent of crossbow arrows. These flesh-eating worms flapped their mouths lined with three rows of sharp teeth in the air, eagerly looking for their next host, but the moment they came into contact with the green protective shield around the Human Knight, they were instantly shredded into pieces by myriad slivers of Sword Aura.
Lancelot exhaled a sigh of relief, halting his swift retreat, but he laid eyes on a scene that made his breath catch: Another Demon had already knelt on the ground under the combined attack of Bruto and Tanya, with the Dwarf standing in front of the enemy, hammer raised high, ready to deliver the final blow.
“Bruto! Wait!”
It was too late. The Dwarf’s beloved Warhammer, a composite of Mithril, Mithril, and Cold Iron, traced a beautiful arc, eventually landing squarely on the Demon’s shiny forehead. Lancelot, with his quick reflexes, immediately began forming hand seals, summoning a huge Soundproof Barrier.
“Ah!!!!” Bruto’s scream rang out as expected, sounding both terrified and helpless, “Ah! Ah!! Ah Ah Ah!!!!”
