The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 532 - 556 Strike Hard

Chapter 532: Chapter 556: Strike Hard Chapter 532: Chapter 556: Strike Hard Behind this, naturally, Lancelot was playing tricks. Seizing the moment when the Fencer Matriarch was giving orders, he summoned several tendrils filled with mushrooms mouths, similar to octopus tentacles, which silently devoured the corpse pieces and then stealthily burrowed back into the ground.

The fat Fencer Matriarch let out an angry scream, grabbed a small cart, and threw it at the guard beside her, shattering it into countless pieces, followed by a series of sharp and rapid curses. The Fencer Troll who was hit felt both wronged and scared, dared not retaliate, and everyone else around was confused; there had still been a lot of meat just a moment ago, how could it have been eaten so quickly?

Due to the interruption of the food supply, the Fencer Matriarch became increasingly irritable, but what happened next exceeded everyone’s expectations. She suddenly raised her hand and pointed at a Fencer Troll cowering in a corner, some invisible force lifting its body into the air and pulling it continuously towards her throne.

When the victim floated in front of her, the expression of the Fencer Matriarch was almost mad, bursting into a scream that could rival the wail of a banshee. The controlled Fencer Troll exploded in an instant under that scream, scattering limbs and severed arms everywhere.

The remaining Fencer Trolls in the hall simultaneously let out screams of fear, desperately rushing towards the exit, frantically shouting something. Although only Bruto could barely understand that language, there was one word that everyone was exceedingly familiar with—Rakka.

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“It seems this is the ‘Rakka’ that the Fencer Trolls have been mentioning,” Alamir said with a ghostly tone, “If we die here, we’re likely to end up as food for that sow.”

In the wide cave outside, the corpulent Fencer Matriarch lay on the ground, stuffing the broken bodies into her mouth while the guards who had been by her side had already fled. Seeing the timing was right, Lancelot turned back to his companions and whispered:

“Everyone, get ready to fight. Kalalin, you have another chance to cast your Fireball Technique now…”

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“Now?” The Scholar asked, excitement showing on his face, “At that Fencer Matriarch?”

“Yes, when you throw the fireball, I’ll summon vines to block both entrances, and everyone else quickly form up for battle to assail that deformed monster,” Lancelot gestured the battle arrangements with his hands, “The vines won’t hold the enemies off for long, so we must make it fast. Are we all ready?”

The companions replied to Lancelot with firm looks, their long-standing implicit understanding making verbal communication unnecessary. Lancelot nodded at Kalalin, who immediately stretched out a somewhat crumpled piece of parchment in his hands, creating a basin-sized fireball that roared towards the rotund figure in the center of the cave.

The fireball traveled extremely fast and in the blink of an eye slammed into the Fencer Matriarch’s rolly back, followed by a fierce explosion. Meanwhile, Lancelot summoned hundreds of thick, sturdy vines, blocking all potential enemy entrances.

Kalalin’s magic did not just cause an explosion, it also ignited all nearby flammable objects, and a Fencer Matriarch whose fat made up more than 80% of her body was the best kind of fuel. Simultaneously, everyone leaped out from hiding spots, wielding their various weapons and charging towards the violently burning mound of flesh.

However, a biting cold suddenly appeared out of nowhere, extinguishing the flames on the Fencer Matriarch’s body and around her. Next came a scream like that of livestock about to be slaughtered, and with a speed that did not match her huge body, she charged towards the group. Before anyone could react, she landed a sonic-boom–laden heavy punch on the Dwarf who was in front.

Bruto only felt a rapidly enlarging black shadow in front of him, and the next second he found himself trapped in the wall at the edge of the cave, his whole body aching as if it had been trampled by a giant dragon—especially his left arm. He had instinctively tried to raise his shield to block, and now the joint between his arm and shoulder was twisted at a strange angle, either dislocated or broken.

Lancelot was also startled by his opponent’s sudden burst of power, as he had expected the Fencer Matriarch to fight like a spellcaster, not a wild buffalo with its rear on fire. After the dwarf was smashed away, the next target was himself, with the meaty fist of the enemy even trailing a blur, forcing him to immediately react.

Normally, dodging would be the best option, but stepping aside would endanger the teammates behind him, since they were not as tough as himself and Bruto, so Lancelot had no choice but to stay put and take on the opponent head-on. Frostslash’s sword blade instantly lit up with a dazzling and scorching green light, and Lancelot, instead of retreating, stepped forward and delivered a full-power Heavy Slash.

He wanted to see whether it was the fist of the Fencer sow or his own hand half sword, forged from cold iron and enhanced with the Qingyuan Sword Technique, that was harder!

The longsword and the fist collided heavily, the sharp sword blade easily cutting through flesh, but the opponent’s finger bones were even harder than mithril, blocking Lancelot’s Heavy Slash, and both forces were deadlocked.

The human knight’s face couldn’t help but change. He was wielding the sword with both hands, while the opponent had used only a fist and seemed to even be overpowering him. What kind of monstrous strength was this?

However, he had no time to think further, as the Fencer Matriarch’s other fist came smashing towards him without any finesse. Engaged in a power struggle with his opponent, Lancelot could no longer dodge and could only slightly turn his body, bracing his upper arm to block the incoming hook punch.

Lancelot felt as if a siege weapon had hit his side, his body uncontrollably rolling and flying away. The power of the Fencer Matriarch was outrageously exaggerated, making him even doubt if a giant dragon would match it.

Fortunately, his body, strengthened after Foundation Establishment, far exceeded that of an ordinary human, and he regained control while still in midair. He quickly adjusted his posture in the air, and then plunged his weapon into the ground with force.

The longsword carved a trench over three feet long in the ground, with which Lancelot managed to stop his momentum. Once he stabilized, he hurriedly looked towards the battlefield, only to see that Isa and Old Reap had already flanked the enemy on both sides, Alamir was almost reaching the grievously injured dwarf, and Kalalin…

Kalalin remained in the crevice where they had been hiding, now ready to cast another spell.

“Not the Fireball Technique, not the Fireball Technique…”

As Lancelot charged towards the enemy again, he silently prayed in his heart. However, the long-standing tacit understanding in battle did not work this time, as an orange-yellow fireball exploded on the back of the Fencer Matriarch once again, the fine fire serpents instantly engulfing both her and the human knight.