The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 559 - 583 Scalding

Chapter 559: Chapter 583: Scalding Chapter 559: Chapter 583: Scalding “What are you doing?” Bruto instinctively covered his chest, “I really don’t want to drink that stuff…”

“Wishful thinking, you don’t have the ability of little Isha, if you actually drink it, be prepared to spend the night on the toilet.” Lancelot curled his lips, “This blood has already been refined by me, and applying it on your body can greatly enhance physical strength, but the pain might be unbearable for most people, so you, with the best constitution, will try it first. Then I can determine the right amount for everyone else.”

“Really?” Bruto was somewhat tempted by what Lancelot said, “To what extent will it strengthen? Can it make my strength as great as a Frost Giant’s?”

“Definitely has benefits, but it’s hard to say to what extent.” Lancelot shrugged his shoulders, “That’s why we need someone to do a trial.”

“Then… why don’t you use it yourself, big brother?” Bruto looked at the Human Knight somewhat suspiciously, “You are the most powerful among us…”

“Who said I’m not using it?” Lancelot grinned, “After you all have used it, the rest is mine…”

“Ah, how embarrassing, if we use too much, you’ll have none left…” On hearing this, Bruto hesitated no longer and swiftly stripped naked, “Come on, I’m ready!”

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“You don’t need to take off your underwear.” Lancelot turned his face away helplessly, “Damn it, do you Dwarves never trim any hair on your body?!”

“Oh, alright.” Bruto shrugged his shoulders and pulled up his pants, “What do we do next?”

“You have seen how I sit when I rest, just like that…” Lancelot sat down cross-legged on the spot, “You should sit in the same position, others will do the same later, palms up on your knees, thumb and middle finger joined together, and also point the soles of your feet toward your nostrils at the same time.”

“That’s a risky pose, I can’t do it.” Bruto declared immediately after the first attempt, “Damn it, Lancelot, isn’t there another way?”

“Well, if you really can’t do it, just have the soles of both feet face each other. Keep your back straight, let the spine be like a spear!” Lancelot took out a small bottle of blood from the cauldron and stood behind Bruto, “Listen, I am going to smear this blood on your body soon. It will penetrate your skin and strengthen your muscles, bones, and internal organs. The process might be unpleasant, but you must stay conscious because once you fall unconscious, the enhancement will end. Do you understand?”

“Just start it, mom.” Bruto looked at the Human Knight discontentedly, “Or do you want to admire my muscular Dwarf body a bit more?”

“Glad to see your spirited attitude.”

Lancelot’s fingers gently swayed at the bottle’s opening, several crystal clear streams of red liquid flew from the bottle with his movement, falling on Bruto’s shoulders, back, chest, arms, thighs, and ankles, then slowly spread like smoke over his body.

“Hey, where does it hurt? It actually feels quite comfortable!” Bruto was initially a bit nervous, but the warm blood enveloping his body felt like soaking in a hot bath, “Big brother, did you make a mistake?”

“What’s the rush, it hasn’t even begun yet!” Lancelot scolded softly, “Focus!”

Only one-third of the blood in the bottle was used, but Lancelot decided to start with just that much. He moved behind the Dwarf, placing his palms on the Dwarf’s shoulders, closed his eyes to feel for a while, then stretched his fingers out and tapped several times on Bruto’s broad back, before pressing a palm on Bruto’s back heart.

The Dwarf was about to ask a question, but sudden intense pain made him shut his mouth. He felt as though countless tiny needles were pricking his blood-covered skin, each burning as hot as a red-hot branding iron.

Although Bruto had appeared fearless, that did not mean he truly disregarded what Lancelot had said. The Dwarf’s characteristic stubbornness prevented him from succumbing to the pain. He did not let out even a slight moan, combating the intense pain he felt throughout his body with a will as solid as rock.

Strangely enough, after resisting the initial assault, the same level of pain seemed less unbearable. In just a few moments, Bruto’s previously chaotic breath had calmed, and he had evidently adapted to this level of suffering.

Seeing this, Lancelot nodded slightly, his finger flicked gently, and the remaining liquid in the bottle flew out, pouring over the Dwarf’s body. Bruto’s face changed dramatically, he felt as if countless small knives were scraping his bones, his muscles felt like ore thrown into a furnace, and he couldn’t help but let out a painful roar.

“The worst pain is right now, hang in there!”

Lancelot’s voice rang in his ear, sounding like the peal of a bell coming through the fog, reaching deep into the Dwarf’s soul. Simultaneously, a refreshing energy like mint flowed from the palm pressed against his back, bringing Bruto’s somewhat scattered consciousness back to clarity.

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Shortly after, Lancelot withdrew his hand from the Dwarf’s back, whose body was flushed, but it was not due to residual blood, but rather the tumultuous surge of his own blood energy. However, Bruto, who had been crying out in pain just before, now seemed as if he were asleep, even snoring lightly.

“All done, he’ll be fine once he wakes up.” Lancelot clapped his hands, stood up from the ground, and turned to the others, “Who’s next?”

“My strength comes from my faith in the Goddess.” Alamir was the first to refuse, “I’d rather not augment my physical body like this.”

“I think I’m good as I am.” Reap crossed his arms over his chest, “Beast Transformation is enough for me.”

“I am a Scholar, not a Warrior.” Kalalin looked conflicted for a moment but ultimately decided, “Knowledge and Magic are my weapons.”

“Well, you all do have a point.”

Lancelot shrugged his shoulders, took out a few small bottles, filled them, and threw them into the Dimensional Bag. Then he began to take off his armor and equipment, quickly stripping down to just a pair of shorts. Before stepping into the Cauldron, his Spirit Perception reminded him there was one more thing he hadn’t done.

“I might react a bit unusually in a moment, but don’t worry, I’ll be all right.”

He explained briefly to his curiously looking companions, and then, conjuring a small Soundproof Barrier around the Cauldron, he completed these preparations. After taking a deep breath, Lancelot jumped into the bubbling cauldron of blood.

“Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Lancelot couldn’t hold out for even a second longer, immediately letting out a loud scream—partially because refining his body with Titan’s Blood was a bit more painful than he had expected, and partly because he was sure his companions couldn’t hear his cries.

Of course, the most important reason was—he had made his bath water too hot.