The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 576 - 600 Only 2 Items

Chapter 576: Chapter 600: Only 2 Items Chapter 576: Chapter 600: Only 2 Items These new guards immediately spotted the Human Knight, but before they could react, Lancelot had already thrown the Dimensional Bag onto the ground, and his companions quickly emerged from the opening, each one fully armed.

“A fight’s broken out? Sooner than I expected,” Bruto skillfully picked up the Dimensional Bag from the ground and reattached it to Lancelot’s waist. The latter was holding his longswords with both hands, intently focusing on the opponents not far away, “I guess there’s no need to ask whether you’d let us pass, right?”

The enemy answered Lancelot’s question with action: the Frost Giants released the chains in their hands, setting loose those similarly terrifying war dogs in both appearance and scent.

“Damn it, what kind of monsters are these?!” The usually elegant Elf Priest even blurted out a curse, “This is just too disgusting!”

“Blood-gorged beasts,” Kalalin explained gloomily, already reaching into the backpack behind him, “Yenogu’s creations, seems like Kostcheqi also has a fondness for these cruel creatures…”

As soon as the war dogs were freed from their restraints, they immediately rushed toward the group. Lancelot shook three fingers behind him and then dashed out even faster.

“Tactic three… what was that again?” Bruto stood his ground with his shield, “I only remember that tactic one means we can rush out…”

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“He’s going after the enemy’s spellcasters, and we protect ours,” Alamir also raised his shield, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Dwarf, “I can’t wait to turn those creatures to ashes with Holy Fire, one by one.”

“But there are three dogs, what about the third one? Let old Reap deal with it?”

“How could you ask such a question?” The Elf gave the Dwarf a sidelong glance, “There’re only two.”

These blood-gorged beasts had just left their masters by a few steps when the Human Knight had already charged in front of them. Speed is usually an important reference in combat power, but these cruel, bloodthirsty beasts had no slightest fear. They had encountered many of these metal-clothed humans before and didn’t find them hard to deal with at all, because they were still breathing comfortably while those metal-clothed humans had long turned into their excrement.

The beasts pounced toward Lancelot from three different angles: the two on the sides aimed for his sword-wielding wrists, while the one in the middle went for his groin. The monster-like humanoid heads had large mouths only demons would possess, and their sharp teeth coupled with powerful masticatory muscles could effortlessly tear metal armor. And they were well aware that joints were often protected by leather, mail, or just ordinary cotton, making them as easy to penetrate as ordinary flesh.

However, they severely underestimated their opponent this time—a fatal mistake.

The Human Knight did not slow down, he accelerated once more as he was about to make contact, and delivered a swift and effortless diagonal slash—a more powerful over-the-shoulder slash was also an option, but that would have caused him to stop due to his shifted center of gravity, and Lancelot had no intention of standing still to tangle with these foul-smelling beasts.

The blood minotaur facing him had just leaped into the air and was completely unable to react when the green-glowing sword blade effortlessly split its ferocious-looking head in two, along with a third of its body behind the neck. Lancelot followed the sword, and Frostslash swung back along the same trajectory, completely bisecting the monster’s corpse into asymmetrical halves, then he swept straight through the middle, the sword tip aiming straight at the three Frost Giants ahead.

The other two blood minotaurs only caught the afterimage of the Human Knight, then collided with each other, biting each other viciously out of reflex. By the time they realized they had bitten the wrong target and turned their heads to chase after the human, a large cluster of magically created spider webs had stuck them tightly together.

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“What did I tell you? Only two.”

Alamir flashed a smile at Bruto and raised a hand towards the beasts ensnared by Kalalin’s web spell, uttering a strange syllable at the same time. A sudden burst of blinding light enveloped one of the blood minotaurs, the strong light like molten metal, causing the filthy creature to emit a heart-wrenching scream, while Bruto quickly threw his warhammer at the other beast.

The Dwarf was not in the mood for banter with the Elf, at least not until all enemies had fallen.

Behind that tangled web, Lancelot had charged up to the three Frost Giants. These well-equipped enemies (compared to other Frost Giants) were concentrating on casting spells, Lancelot noticed their eyes were closed while casting, which according to Kalalin meant they were performing some sort of self-enhancing technique.

The three Frost Giants must have had great confidence in the blood minotaurs to dare close their eyes during battle—a chance Lancelot certainly would not miss. He leaped up to a height that allowed him to look straight into a Frost Giant’s eyes, and with the momentum of the charge, he transformed into a lance, thrusting at the throat of the middle Frost Giant.

The aura of impending death made the Frost Giant open his eyes just before the end, but it was already too late. Frostslash gouged a gaping hole in his neck, severing the windpipe, arteries, and spine, and the will of the giant could no longer control his powerful body. The nearly beheaded giant collapsed to his knees, and the Human Knight who had killed him also landed on the ground.

Lancelot swiftly turned, ready to attack the next enemy, but an Ice Battle Axe sweeping towards his neck forced him to roll to the side immediately. The attacks did not cease; three consecutive slashes followed, and Lancelot managed to dodge them all by sheer combat instinct, not stopping until he was at a safe distance.

He looked up to see the other two Frost Giants standing before him, each holding an Ice Battle Axe that was clearly magically crafted. Their eyes were a crazed red from excessive congestion, and their muscles bulged in a sickening manner, reminding Lancelot of the skinned corpses commonly found in Mogrondale.

The three axe strikes that had nearly hit him showed that their magic had compensated for their biggest weakness—speed. If he continued to treat his opponents as the usual slow, cumbersome giants, he would definitely suffer a serious disadvantage.

‘Fortunately, I am not a brainless beast,’ thought Lancelot, glancing at the bisected corpse nearby. He crouched slightly, shifting his weight to his left foot, and rested the longsword on his shoulder, ‘When was the last time I danced? At Tijana’s castle? No, it was with that Serpent Demon. Revolting, that my dance partners this time would be two Frost Giants…’