The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 716 - 737: The Final Revenge

Ten seconds—that was the maximum duration Lancelot could maintain his Barlow Flame Demon Form without external energy replenishment. He was not a true demon after all, merely sustaining himself through the burning of his own True Yuan. Moreover, although he had taken on the form of a Flame Demon, his combat power did not reach the average level of a Flame Demon. Compared to top-tier powerhouses among Flame Demons like Visuvius, he didn’t even have the ability to fight back.

But Lancelot was not alone in the fight.

His companions had by now all reacted. Perhaps it was because they had just faced an Abyssal Lord in the Illusionary Realm, or perhaps they had grown accustomed to the image of top-ranked demons, but when confronted with the formidable ex-Lord of the Volcano Fortress, they charged without hesitation to provide support to their trapped comrade.

Alamir was not the first to respond, but his attack was the first to arrive. The Elf Priest held his shield high above his head, from which the Shuni Holy Emblem emitted dazzling golden light. Eight Holy Light Missiles, as large as Warhammers, whistled through the air and pummeled Visuvius’s body in unison.

Though all the Holy Light Missiles hit their target, Visuvius merely swayed slightly, appearing to be barely scratched.

However, the Elf Priest’s primary goal was not to inflict damage—the Holy Light Bullets that hit did their job: Visuvius’s body began to emit a faint glow from the secret techniques, which had a guiding effect, making subsequent attacks on the target easier to land and more severe in damage. To ensure that this spell could work normally on a Flame Demon with Fiend resistance, Alamir directly used his highest Fifth Circle spell slot, and the result did not disappoint him.

Right after the Elf Priest’s spell hit its mark, Bruto’s attack also arrived. The Dwarf simultaneously activated his berserker and Titan Transformation abilities, hurling his now enlarged Magic Warhammer with a frantic, reckless momentum. The Warhammer struck like a bolt of thunder, blasting into Visuvius’s lower back. With the triple effects of berserker rage, Titan Power, and Divine Arts guidance, the Dwarf’s blow achieved a notably impressive result: Visuvius let out a painful scream, stumbled, and the attack he was about to unleash on the Human Knight was interrupted.

Lancelot would not miss such an opportunity. He decisively let go of the Great Sword and leaped forward like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, grabbing onto Visuvius’s waist. He then roared loudly, forcing his unsteady opponent down to the ground, and with a nimble twist of his body, Lancelot had already clutched one of Visuvius’s large legs while his own feet were entwined around his adversary.

In Lancelot’s world, if two knights encountering each other on the battlefield couldn’t decide the victor with their horses and Lances at the first engagement, they would often resort to wrestling skills to finish the duel. Lancelot, who had survived over a decade of military service, was naturally skilled in this area. But how could a High Rank Demon like Visuvius have any experience in this regard? By the time it realized it needed to struggle free, its limbs were already locked tightly by Lancelot, rendering escape impossible.

In the final second before the Transformation ended, Lancelot exerted force throughout his body, and a series of crisp, teeth-gritting pops echoed from within Visuvius, followed by the Demon Lord’s heart-wrenching screams. Its entire right leg was broken into five segments by Lancelot, the foot even twisted backward, clearly and utterly crippled.

Lancelot’s body rapidly shrank, and a strong sense of exhaustion surged, nearly causing him to pass out then and there. But he forced himself to bite his lower lip, regaining his consciousness with the sharp pain, and his other companions timely took over the battle.

Ignoring the suddenly scorching hot body of the Barlow Flame Demon, the giant-form Bruto leaped onto the fallen Flame Demon. Not waiting for his Warhammer to return, he pummeled the opponent’s head with his fists repeatedly; the white-haired, red-pupilled Tanya swung the pitch-black Shadow Halberd, repeatedly slashing at Visuvius’s dangling arm; and Jing, the little monkey girl, was skillfully and swiftly bashing in between Visuvius’s thighs with her red-glowing Iron Throwing Stick, now three times its original length, clearly convinced that this was a weak point of the Barlow Flame Demon and that attacking there would cause substantial damage.

Under normal circumstances, with the Innate Armor of demons, Visuvius would have been able to withstand most of these attacks, but Alamir’s simple and practical Divine Arts rendered that advantage invisible, and combined with Lancelot seizing the fleeting opportunity to knock down and cripple his opponent, their companions also brought out their own hidden strengths to give it a good beating.

However, as one of the most powerful High Rank Demons, the Barlow Flame Demon would not surrender so easily, would it?

Visuvius let out a wild roar, dragging its crippled right leg vigorously to the side, rolling off the Dwarf from its body, and also crushing the Cursed Swordmaster who couldn’t dodge in time, leaving the latter severely injured. The massive demon propped up its upper body with its hands, seemingly about to flap its wings and take to the air, but suddenly, its movements came to a halt, as if time itself had paused.

In its chest, the tip of a blue-green sword blade had emerged, and scorching blood was slowly dripping down the blade.

Time rewound to a few moments earlier, just as Lancelot bit his lip, he felt the Dimensional Bag at his waist shake violently, and the hilt of the Sword of Zariel actually forced its way out of the bag’s mouth.

’Quick! Grab me!’ an excited female voice echoed in Lancelot’s mind, ’Kill this Flame Demon, and I will acknowledge you as worthy to use me!’

Lancelot certainly wasn’t going to hesitate at this moment. Without any delay, he drew the Longsword, using the shadow created by the bright Lava Lake to employ the Shadow Jump ability, and took advantage of the instant the opponent tried to stand to launch a sneak attack.

The Sword of Zariel was already exceptionally sharp, and its orderly and benevolent properties were even more the bane of demons. Coupled with the Sword Aura of green Yuan that Lancelot forcefully drew out from the last bit of True Yuan in his body, the sword easily plunged through the demon’s heart like puncturing a cotton quilt, shattering the heart of the Barlow Flame Demon.

Just when Lancelot thought it was finally over, his Spirit Perception suddenly began frantically signaling danger, but his already exhausted body couldn’t react in time. freёweɓnovel.com

A blinding white light flashed, as if a sun had suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the cave. Accompanied by a violent explosion and scorching blast waves, the frenzy swept through every corner of the space. Lancelot was blown into the sky like a kite with its string cut, while his companions tumbled violently like kicked balls, leaving long trails of blood on the ground studded with sharp crystals.

Self-destructive Explosion, the Barlow Flame Demon’s final and most cruel retaliation against those who had defeated it.