The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 564 - 588 One After Another

Chapter 564: Chapter 588 One After Another Chapter 564: Chapter 588 One After Another “Ugh, wasn’t paying attention,” Lancelot muttered as he stealthily pinched an Arcane Rune with his shield-bearing left hand, and suddenly, his loincloth sprouted a pair of vine underpants, “No peeping… Now we’re even.”

“I’ve noticed you’re quite the grudge holder,” Bruto snorted, as three Frost Giants began charging toward them. The Dwarf nudged Lancelot’s calf with his behind, “I just had a brilliant idea, can you throw me over there? Aim for the one on the right…”

“No problem,” Lancelot stepped back, “Squat down, curl up… Yeah, like that, get tense!”

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With a hefty lift of his foot, Giant Lancelot kicked Bruto’s butt hard.

“Aghhhhh!!!”

Thinking Lancelot would not resort to such brutality, the Dwarf flew like a cannonball and smashed heavily into a Frost Giant’s face. To prevent harm to Bruto, Lancelot had held back as much as possible on the kick, but the Giant’s face was naturally more fragile than the armored Dwarf, staggering and sitting down on the ground from the impact.

Bruto was also smacked hard, but Lancelot knew the Dwarf would come to his senses quicker, so he ignored him and charged at the other two enemies with his shield raised. The middle Frost Giant, holding a Great Axe, was very close to its fallen ally but showed no intention of lending a hand. Instead, it raised the Great Axe above its head, ready to cleave the half-naked Giant in two.

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But Lancelot’s build led the Frost Giant to misjudge; it thought Lancelot’s speed was no different from that of an ordinary Giant. That was a fatal mistake. As Lancelot was about to enter the Giant’s attack range, his speed suddenly burst forth, closing the distance until he was nearly face to face with the enemy, while thrusting his round shield upward.

Shocked, the Frost Giant instinctively jerked its head back. However, Lancelot’s move wasn’t aimed at its face. The edge of the shield wedged precisely between the Giant’s weapon-wielding palm and the haft, preventing any possibility of lowering its arm. Lancelot’s path to the Giant’s unprotected chest was wide open.

Lancelot’s right hand thrust out violently, and Glacier easily slid into the Frost Giant’s left chest, the tip of his weapon emerging from the Giant’s back. Lancelot stepped back half a step, kicking the powerless body of his foe to the ground.

Dark red blood spread under the dying Frost Giant. Its eyes gradually lost their luster, still glaring at the strange Giant that killed it, but the murderer had already turned away, looking elsewhere.

As expected, Bruto recovered more quickly, smashing his opponent’s knee with his Warhammer right away. Now the Frost Giant could only lie prone on the ground, balancing with one hand and swatting at Bruto with the other. The Dwarf agilely rolled around on the ground, looking perilous, but Lancelot knew it was only a matter of time before Bruto would handle the enemy.

Accompanied by a massive boom, his attention was drawn to the last Frost Giant. Because he was wary of being flanked, Lancelot had been keeping an eye on the final enemy, who had inexplicably fallen once before and failed to get up this time.

Lancelot was well-acquainted with the spell that caused the enemy’s woeful state—the Grease Spell, a simple level 1 Magic, but always so effective against creatures with poor agility. It was then that an orange-red Fireball flew in, exploding on the Frost Giant and igniting the grease smeared on its body.

“Fireball Technique! Oh yeah!!!”

Lancelot didn’t need to look back to know who that cheer came from. The targeted Frost Giant let out a loud wail, rolling back and forth on the ground, trying to snuff out the flames on its body, but this only further ignited the surrounding ground, which was soaked with grease. This made it even more panicked, completely unaware that simply rolling five feet to the side would take it out of the fire’s reach.

Clutching Glacier like a dagger, Lancelot pounced on the fallen Frost Giant. He first slammed his shield against the opponent’s head, then repeatedly stabbed the opponent’s body with his Great Sword. Neither the fierce flames nor the opponent’s death throes could hinder him in the slightest.

The blood spurting from the wounds eventually extinguished the flames, splashing all over Lancelot and turning him crimson. He turned his head, just in time to see Bruto getting hit by a giant palm, while the Dwarf’s Warhammer smashed into the opponent’s forehead.

Propelled like a bouncing ball, the Dwarf was knocked away, but his hammer had shattered the giant’s skull. After tumbling dozens of times on the ground, Bruto staggered to his feet, while his enemy would never move again. Meanwhile, a hand shimmering with golden light was placed on his battered body — Alamir had arrived just in time, delivering a potent Healing Spell with Circle Upcasting.

“Thanks, Elf,” the Dwarf turned his head, flashing a blood-streaked smile, “I like your touch…”

“That sounds really perverted…” Alamir punched Bruto’s back hard, “Focus, we have even more enemies now!”

Compared to Bruto, who had taken quite some time to kill one enemy, Lancelot was much more efficient and conspicuous. In response, five Frost Giants broke away from the defenders’ formation, howling as they rushed towards him.

Lancelot didn’t rush towards the enemies, instead, he stayed put to observe his opponents. The two axe-wielding Frost Giants in front were the most aggressive, the two behind them had originally planned to throw their Javelins first, but had followed the charge when they saw their companions start. The last one, after running a short distance, slyly changed direction, aiming to flee the battle.

“Don’t rush, Lancelot!” Old Reap’s voice suddenly came from behind, “Let Kalalin complete his magic!”

The Scholar was holding an unfurled scroll in both hands; its Arcane Runes were shimmering with intense Spiritual Light. At the end of the scroll, there was a drop that looked like solidified syrup, which was now trembling violently under the infusion of Magic Power.

With the Scholar’s sudden extension of his arm, Lancelot felt a very strange magic effect explode among the enemies. Aside from the one that had bolted early, the remaining four Frost Giants’ movements visibly slowed down, as if their bodies had suddenly been submerged in water.

“Now’s the time!” Kalalin finally had a chance to speak up, “They’ve been hit with my Slow Spell!”

Without needing any extra hints, Lancelot charged like a cheetah. To a master like him, even a slight difference in speed could bring a significant advantage, and right now, these enemies appeared as if frozen in his eyes. In almost the blink of an eye, he flitted past three enemies, finally appearing behind the last Frost Giant, unleashing a fierce Horizontal Slash.

The Scholar’s magic didn’t wear off immediately, four giant heads slowly ascended into the air while their bodies still charged forward. About three heartbeats later, they suddenly regained normal speed, and the headless corpses thudded to the ground. A vast amount of blood, like wine spilling from an overturned bottle, flowed from the ghastly hollows of their necks, spilling everywhere.