The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 563 - Applicable in the same way as

Chapter 563: Applicable in the same way as Chapter 587 Chapter 563: Applicable in the same way as Chapter 587 “There are five hundred Frost Giants fighting ahead, even a demi-god himself would be in great trouble, and you want to rush in alone?” Facing Lancelot’s questioning gaze, Kalalin asked in a stern tone, “Or do you think we are actually a burden, better off without us?”

“That’s not what I meant!” Lancelot couldn’t help getting a bit angry, “You all are my precious companions, which is why I want you to stay in a safe place!”

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“Don’t get agitated, my friend,” the Elf Priest spoke up, his tone much softer, “Let me ask you, if we go with you, can we play a positive role?”

“Of course!” Lancelot immediately controlled his emotions and patiently explained, “Kalalin’s magic is always very useful, Bruto can also alleviate a lot of pressure for me, and your Healing Divine Art would make us last longer. Old Reap, I know you can handle various emergencies in battle, and little Isha, this child always brings us surprises; I hope she wakes up from her deep sleep soon…”

“It’s good to hear you make such an objective assessment of us,” Alamir revealed a gentle smile, “So, why refuse our help when facing danger?”

“You might die,” Lancelot said softly, “I don’t…”

“If we were afraid of dying, we wouldn’t have become adventurers,” Alamir shook his head and said, “Do you remember what you told Elothysia? The same applies to you now. We came to this plane to retrieve that lost Dwarf Relic; it was our own choice, no one forced us to do it.”

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“Besides, death is not something to fear. The Goddess would embrace me with open arms, Moradin would nod in approval at Bruto, and Ogma or another God of Knowledge would excitedly invite Kalalin to continue her research in their Divine Kingdom. Even if I fell in battle, resurrection isn’t a rare Technique in the Outer Layer. With the wealth we’ve amassed so far, we can fully afford such expensive services. What you should worry about is whether we would want to return to our mortal shells after experiencing the ultimate satisfaction. I can assure you now that at least the next time you try, I will definitely come back, even if I was sitting in the Goddess’s fountain garden surrounded by a dozen stunning beauties.”

“I understand,” Lancelot took a deep breath and bowed solemnly to his companions, “I’m sorry, I need to apologize to you all…”

“No need, no need, we all understand that you mean well,” Kalalin waved his hands dismissively, “Let’s get back to the original topic, do you have a specific plan?”

“The guards on our side are relatively fewer, so let’s start there,” Lancelot raised his hand pointing toward the battlefield below, “After we join, we might form a local numerical advantage, and if things go well, we should be able to quickly resolve that flank of the enemy. Then I’ll try to see if I can persuade some Frost Giants to move with us and launch a pincer attack from the east side of the guards’ position. But all these are just auxiliary actions; whether we can achieve victory still depends on Gorgiad and his followers’ performance.”

“Alright, let’s get going,” Bruto rubbed his hands together excitedly, “Old Reap, hurry and bring out your magic sled; the battle is calling us!”

“I must have been crazy to think about adventuring with you,”

Old Reap sighed, took out a mini sled model from his pocket, and placed it on the ground; the moment it touched the snow, it began to grow in size. Simultaneously, the Werewolf started transforming, and within a few moments, a huge black and white Wolf appeared and spoke to the group:

“Awooo~~~~!”

Everyone nodded, pretending to understand, and deftly climbed onto the sled, fastening themselves with belts. After receiving the signal that everything was ready from Lancelot, the giant wolf shot out like an arrow from its bow.

Perhaps due to the downhill slope, or perhaps because of the Titan’s Blood enhancing the werewolf’s physique, the sled soon reached an exaggerated speed. The scenery on both sides flashed by rapidly, and the snowflakes that hit the helmet made a loud clattering noise. Covering the linear distance from the mountain peak to the battlefield, about two miles, took them less than three minutes at Old Reap’s frantic pace, and soon they arrived at the edge of the battlefield.

“I’ll go first, keep your distance from the enemies,” Lancelot transmitted to his comrades using a secret message, then he specifically instructed Bruto separately, “Remember, we’ll fight on the periphery, don’t charge too deep!”

“Don’t worry, bro, I’m not stupid,” Bruto patted heavily on Lancelot’s back, “Leave the back to me!”

Hearing this, Lancelot no longer wasted words, undid the belt that held him, and leaped from the sled at the right moment. Simultaneously, Lancelot silently operated the King of Brightness Technique at full force, and True Yuan surged from his Dantian, making his figure grow larger and larger in the air until, skin color aside, he looked exactly like a Frost Giant.

Since this transformation ability wasn’t a result of magic, his equipment couldn’t grow with him, for that he only wore some stretchable undershirts, which naturally slid to his waist after transforming, covering the essential areas. But Lancelot wasn’t without protection; he wielded a small shield in his left hand, the same shield given by the Frost Giant Priestess, Gertie, as a token; and in his right hand, he held the Giant Sword Glacier, which, although originally seven feet long, appeared more like a disproportionately large short sword when compared to his arm.

The noisy clamor of the battlefield meant that the minions of the Abyssal Lord had no notice of Lancelot’s group approaching, until a Giant Sword descended from the sky and split a Frost Giant’s skull into two halves. The fragments of the skull, splattered with blood and brain matter, flew everywhere, drawing the attention of the battling giants to the arrival of new adversaries.

In their view, this team appeared quite strange, comprising a giant, a dwarf, elves, humans, and a large dog following behind. Just then, Lancelot raised his shield to block a club swinging toward him, shimmering with a blue light on the double-edged axe emblem, immediately clarifying his identity as either friend or foe to those engaged in combat.

Followers of Geogad gave out a loud cheer towards him, while minions of the Abyssal Lord yelled at him angrily. Lancelot had no interest in responding; after a successful strike, he immediately retreated, avoiding being surrounded by enemies. After retreating about sixty feet, Lancelot stopped, rhythmically striking the shield with his sword, the taunting intent was clear. In response, three Frost Giants broke away from their formation and chased after Lancelot.

“Only three came; I feel somewhat underestimated,” Bruto walked over, standing just above Lancelot’s knee, “How about you toss one to me?”

After he said this, he instinctively looked up at his tall ally, but this time the dwarf blushed and quickly averted his gaze, cursing under his breath:

“Damn it, Lancelot, aren’t you gonna freeze down there?”