The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 557 - 581 Leave it to You

Chapter 557: Chapter 581: Leave it to You Chapter 557: Chapter 581: Leave it to You Reporting his long title for the third time within the day, Lancelot had become much more natural in his demeanor. He summoned a team of Zombies to collect the corpses, threw all the bodies off the cliff, and collapsed the tunnel that led to the bottom of the chasm.

Not only that, he also tossed some vine seeds soaked in diluted green liquid into the tunnel. These seeds would soon germinate into long and thick vines, which would attract Frost worms dwelling deep in the mountains to come and gnaw on these plants full of life energy, while also burrowing through the nearby mountains like cheese riddled with holes.

Lancelot believed that sooner or later, someone would come to investigate and try to figure out how the fortress had fallen. His arrangements might not completely prevent investigators from uncovering the truth, but they would certainly make their investigation much more difficult.

After clearing the battlefield, everyone reactivated their Teleportation Scroll and returned to their hideout near the Gate of Stroddet. Although Solheim’s brother had successfully escaped from prison, he would still need some time to recover his strength, and the first thing he would do after recovery was undoubtedly come to seize control of the Gate of Stroddet to gain continuous reinforcements from the Warrior Village.

As long as he and his companions stayed nearby, they could grasp the movements of the Demi-god Giant the moment Gorgiad assembled forces and began marching towards the Glacial Fortress, they would also act immediately, seeking an opportunity to sneak into the lair of the Abyssal Lord.

More importantly, after obtaining the Titan’s Blood, Lancelot also needed some time to undergo Body Refining to enhance his strength as quickly as possible.

In a cold and spacious cave, Lancelot pulled out his tripod—a more accurate term would be a cauldron. He cast a series of Dharma Decrees, and the cauldron grew larger and larger until it was the size of a bathtub.

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Under the puzzled eyes of his companions, Lancelot took out the large barrel he had brought back from the Geogad Fortress, poured all the blood into it, and immediately a strong scent of blood filled the entire cave. Then he summoned a blue Fire Lotus and placed it at the bottom of the cauldron as a heat source.

“Big brother, what are you doing?” Bruto asked puzzled, “Are you going to boil it and drink it?”

“Um… pretty much,” Lancelot replied, holding the transparent dagger given to him by King Consort Aira, tracing mysterious lines on the ground, “I need to purify the demonic aura inside it, so it can also be used for you all…”

And Lancelot was not bluffing. The so-called demonic aura was actually Abyssal Spiritual Qi, which he absorbed daily during his Meditation sessions. It had to be said, the Cauldron Immortal Technique passed down from Han Tianzun was indeed quite spectacular, all the violent, murderous, and lascivious side effects contained in the Abyssal Spiritual Qi were thoroughly refined, leaving only the purest essence for his use.

Well, perhaps not completely. Just like a kettle used to boil water inevitably accumulates some scale, his body still had accumulated some impurities, but the amount had not yet reached the level that required cleaning, and occasionally it could still be used to intimidate others. He could jump into the big barrel right now, using the contaminated Titan’s Blood for Body Refining.

But if he did so, the blood would only be useful for him alone, which would be somewhat wasteful.

As the most primitive symbols of life and strength, blood is one of the objects most researched by Spiritual Cultivators. In the world from which Han Tianzun came, numerous Divine Skills and Immortal Laws about blood are circulated, and as a master of the Alchemy Dao, Han Tianzun had his own unique secrets on how to process blood. Lancelot believed that by refining the Titan’s Blood using special techniques, even ordinary people like Bruto and Alamir could benefit greatly from it.

As the True Yuan transformed into a blue Fire Lotus continued to heat the cauldron, a dark red mist began to gather, swirl, and intensify above the cauldron, as if some creature was being gestated inside it.

“Prepare for battle.”

Just as everyone was in some doubt, Lancelot’s voice suddenly rang out. His companions were slightly taken aback, but quickly responded. Within a few breaths, each had their respective weapons ready, and their spirits were on high alert.

“What’s the enemy?” Bruto asked with a tense yet excited tone, “Let me guess, a hunting party of Frost Giants that just lost a battle and is frantically fleeing?”

“No, it’s the negative energy in this blood; something is coming out.” Lancelot stared intently at the cauldron before him, “I need to concentrate on tending the fire and cannot act unless absolutely necessary. Can you handle these enemies?”

“We wouldn’t have it any other way!” the Dwarf tightly fastened his toad-like helmet on his head, “Bring them on!”

A gleam burst from Lancelot’s eyes as he heavily slapped the cauldron with his left hand; the blood inside violently spewed out a large amount of black gas, hitting the dark-red mist above.

Before the shadow of the monster appeared, the first thing that reached everyone’s ears was a series of insane murmurs, followed by a vast amount of rapidly condensing gelatinous substance, which finally burst forth from the red mist like a squeezed pimple, heavily crashing to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, there appeared before them a creature with a distinct Obyrith style—a medium-sized, blood-red monster similar to a slime, marked by numerous mouths of varying sizes all over its body, resembling the spots on a cow, interspersed with yellow eyes filled with madness and malice.

Each mouth constantly opened and closed; some emitted ecstatic screams, while others let out painful moans; some incessantly complained, others spoke fervently. Unfortunately (or fortunately), no one could understand what they were saying as those mouths had no tongues, consisting merely of two layers of sharp teeth and a hollow bloody cavity.

Once it had formed, the monster immediately moved towards the nearest living person, Reap, by biting into the soil with the mouths below it and rolling its bulky, irregular body forward, seemingly inviting the Werewolf to join ‘them.’

Reap naturally was not about to stand still and let this happen, but he also had no intention of facing this creature alone.

He was just about to leap back when he suddenly slipped, almost falling to the ground.

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The ground had, at some unknown point, turned into a slick, grotesquely wrinkled surface reminiscent of the inside of a digestive organ. However, as an experienced Wanderer, the Werewolf instantly regained control of his body, turning the slip into a roll, swiftly distancing himself from the creature.

While rolling, he drew two daggers from his boots and threw them at the biggest mouth on the creature’s body. The sharp blades deeply embedded into the flesh inside the mouth, but this strike stirred the hornet’s nest, causing each of the monster’s mouths to start screaming shrilly.

The screaming was not inferior to that of a banshee, like a direct blow to the psyche, driving out every thought from everyone’s mind, leaving nothing but emptiness.