The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 579 - 603 Massacre

Chapter 579: Chapter 603: Massacre Chapter 579: Chapter 603: Massacre These newly transformed demons let out the mad howls typical of psychiatric patients, lunging at any living being nearby that had not undergone the same fate, regardless of whether they were loyal to the Abyssal Lord or the Giant Demi-god. Although they only had mutated bone claws as weapons, they moved as quickly as snowballs rolling down a mountain, and the ordinary Frost Giants had no chance to fight back.

However, after the initial chaos, these demonic giants displayed a clear tendency: in intervening in the fight between two Frost Giants, they would hesitatelessly attack the one who had spent less time in the Abyss first. As time passed, this tendency became more and more obvious, eventually reaching the point where even if there were no other enemies around, they would not attack those Frost Giants loyal to Kostcheqi.

Gorgiad continued to fight with all his might, while loudly ordering his followers to gather around him. These newly emerged demons still weren’t a match for the Demi-god, but he could no longer fight as easily as a farmer harvesting crops.

Worse yet, as followers continued to die, Gorgiad’s strength began to wane— the intervals between his summoning of those powerful Lightning Javelins became longer, and the range of his Earthshaking Strikes that could knock down enemies grew smaller. Yet, even so, no demonic giant could harm him, and it was very difficult for any to even come within five feet of him.

Until he was suddenly “abandoned.”

Without being attacked, Gorgiad suddenly let out a scream, a large amount of golden light escaping from his body like steam, quickly vanishing from sight. Even Lancelot, who was fighting at the entrance of the Glacial Fortress, thousands of feet away, could feel the rapid decline in the Demi-god’s aura. Previously, Gorgiad had felt in his Spirit Perception like the noon sun, but he now resembled a far-off torch flickering in the darkness, easily overlooked if not deliberately focused on at that distance.

“No! What is happening?” the Demi-god cried out in despair, “My brothers! Do not take away my power! We have not yet lost!”

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No one could answer his question, as a throng of mutated demons completely overwhelmed the Demi-god’s figure. The scream did not last long, and when the pile of demonic giants dispersed, only a filthy stain of blood was left where he had stood.

Lancelot swung his longsword, severing the neck of a fallen Frost Giant like sawing a log. Twenty feet away, a Frost Giant, set aflame by his enchanted weapon, frantically rolled around before accidentally falling off the edge of the platform. There were over twenty bodies lying around Lancelot, and the one that had just fallen was the last enemy.

Now no enemies stood in his path, but Lancelot did not continue forward. His companions gathered around him, each gasping for air, but none sustained severe injuries, and their combat abilities were unaffected.

“What’s wrong, Lancelot?” Bruto asked curiously, “What are we waiting for?”

“Didn’t you notice what happened?” Alamir by his side shook his head, pointing at the scene behind them for the Dwarf, “Gorgiad has lost, if we go in now, we definitely won’t make it out in time!”

“Wasn’t Gorgiad just… Damn it, what’s with that volcano? By Moradin’s beard! And where did those jug-like demons come from?”

“Incredible, truly incredible, what did I see? The Abyssal Will actually interfered in this fight? This is a major discovery, a huge discovery! Direct evidence, it’s unprecedented!!”

“Stop dancing around, Scholar, you’ll have damn time to study what that damn volcano means! But right now, time is precious, let’s hurry up and go find the armor that Dain Frostbeard wore, along with the Treasure stored with it! What are you looking at me like that for, Werewolf? Haven’t I described to you the mountains of gold piled up inside? I’ve seen them with my own eyes!”

“Calm down, Bruto,” Alamir said, his hands on the agitated Dwarf’s shoulders, “do not disturb Lancelot.”

As the Elf had pointed out, the Human Knight had already sat down amidst a pile of bodies, his eyes tightly closed. He hadn’t entered the state of Spiritual Sight; the thick ice and chaotic magic energy wouldn’t allow it. However, his enhanced Spirit Perception after advancing to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment enabled him to sense roughly how many enemies were still inside the fortress.

Ten… thirty… fifty… one hundred… two hundred… too many.

The roar of a Giant Dragon reached their ears, and everyone turned their heads to see the figure of an ancient White Dragon appear again on the distant horizon. Clearly, Svafnir had sensed the change on the battlefield and was rapidly flying towards them.

“Kalalin, activate the Teleportation Scroll and take us back to the nearest hideout,” Lancelot said as he opened his eyes, making a decisive decision, “Don’t talk yet, Bruto, there are still many enemies inside the fortress, and we don’t have enough time, not today.”

“But we’ve already come this far…” the Dwarf clenched his teeth, “We haven’t even used our Transformation ability with Titan’s Blood, the enemies inside can’t stop us!”

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“Indeed they can’t stop us, but the problem is we don’t have enough time,” Lancelot lifted his head, watching Kalalin conjure a shimmering Portal in mid-air, “Let’s go, the mission is not yet a failure, I assure you.”

Bruto fell silent, yet still unwilling to move his feet. Finally, like dragging a stone, Lancelot pulled the Dwarf through the Portal. After returning to the hidden cave, the group immediately headed to a nearby secluded observation point with a clear view, to glimpse the latest scene of the battle.

It was a complete massacre.

The followers of the Demi-god had fallen into a desperate situation, their brief numerical advantage long gone, and the fall of Geogad had taken away any hope of victory. Escaping was impossible, as the mutated Demonic Giants were faster, and the Frost Giants from the upper planes knew they were undoubtedly doomed, only hoping their bravery in their final moments would make Solheim willing to accept their souls.

And their enemies were indifferent to this, after enduring unimaginable torture, those Demonic Giants only wanted to feel the pleasure of tearing flesh from their fingertips, relishing the pain-filled cries and screams.

The others glanced at the scene a few times before turning their eyes away, but Kalalin and Lancelot continued to stare at the feast of slaughter. Of course, neither enjoyed the sight, but as a Scholar, Kalalin’s duty required him to record as much detailed information as possible about this new type of demon – its characteristics, origins, combat styles, and potential weaknesses – to help the races of the material plane resist possible invasions.

While Lancelot assessed the strength of these demons and communicated with the employer who had commissioned this mission through a mind link.

‘I’m sorry, my lady, I have bad news…’

‘If I can still hear your voice, it can’t be too bad. Tell me, what happened?’