The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 692 - 716 Matched Status

Chapter 692: Chapter 716 Matched Status

“*huff* *huff* Finally, it’s dead,” Bruto said, gasping for breath as he sat on the ground, watching the black corpse gradually stop twitching. “What on earth was this thing? It looked almost like a Horned Demon, didn’t expect it to be so tough to deal with…”

“If it wasn’t for that heavy blow you delivered to its head at the beginning, we might have capsized in the gutter. We owe it all to you…” Lancelot struggled to pull his longsword out of the demon’s skull, “I don’t know what it was, but it sure must be worth a lot of money, because its combat strength was simply too formidable. If it hadn’t been already wounded, I’m certain it would have been even more powerful than a Glacier Demon, definitely a big shot in the Demon Legion.”

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“Because of those tricks you pulled off yesterday, now every demon in this city is a big shot,” Tanya leaned against the wall, taking out a water bottle and gulping down its contents, “How many middle-rank demons have we killed now? Fifteen, or twenty?”

“Twenty-one,” the succubus girl’s voice was somewhat muffled as her mouth was filled with peach flesh, “Not counting this black big fella, our total bounty now stands at thirty-four thousand gold coins.”

“Haha, at this rate, in two days all the demons inside Volcano Fortress will be cleared out by us,” the dwarf laughed proudly, his fiery beard bobbing up and down with his movement, “It would be even better with a mug of honey wine right now!”

“Now’s not the time for drinking,” Lancelot shook his head, slinging his longsword back in place, “All the rooms on this floor have been cleared, it’s time to move on.”

“Why don’t we just wait here?” Bruto suggested with a tone full of anticipation, “We kill any injured demons as they come, easy and profitable.”

“If we drag this out, the demons will definitely notice that something’s wrong,” Lancelot shook his head again, “If a High Rank Demon Refiner comes, I won’t be able to handle it…”

“Demon Refiner from the Infernal depths? Impossible, with those Flame Demon Generals at the city gates, they surely wouldn’t dare to leave… Lancelot? What’s wrong? Why do you have that expression?”

“I just had a very bad feeling,” Lancelot lifted his head, staring at a certain spot on the ceiling, “It’s like… it’s like someone over there is watching me, someone whose gaze can pierce through rock and soil, seeing the real situation over here…”

“That doesn’t sound good,” Alamir’s eyebrows furrowed, “Even the True Sight possessed by High-Rank demons shouldn’t have that kind of capability…”

Just then, Lancelot’s face changed, his Spirit Perception suddenly alerted him to a distinct magic fluctuation, and the source was the body of that black demon. He leaped up from his spot and shouted at his companions:

“Run! Run now!”

Everyone was a bit slow to react, but Lancelot quickly pushed each person hard on the back, propelling everyone into action.

“What happened?” Bruto, who had started to sprint full speed, turned his head to ask Lancelot, “Why aren’t you moving?”

The Dwarf didn’t need Lancelot to explain the situation; he had already figured it out. Above the corpse of the black Demon, a gigantic dimensional rift appeared, unlike the oval-shaped portals that looked like holes burned through paper. This rift was a perfect rectangle, and a deep-hell Demon Refiner with purple-red skin, clad in black heavy armor, was sticking his head out. It was the same Demon General that fought Tijana outside Twin Bridges Town.

“Keep running, don’t stop!” Lancelot’s roar came from behind, “This place is too narrow, wait for me in the castle’s great hall!”

No reminder was needed; the deep-hell Demon Refinement was one of the most terrifying creatures in the Multiverse. The mere sight of them was enough to awaken the deepest fears in any being, perhaps only the dreadful majesty of an ancient Red Dragon could compare with the frightful spiritual light of these top-level Fiends. Fortunately, its fear effect wasn’t like that of the evil Holy Warrior who had made an oath of conquest—it did not paralyze its victims but made them desperately want to escape from its presence.

Perhaps because he had already faced these Low Rank Fiends before, or perhaps because he had already confronted this emotion too many times that day, Lancelot did not take long to regain his composure. He took the Great Sword Glacier out of his Dimensional Bag, his eyes fearlessly fixed on the enemy’s dreadful form.

“Ah, it’s you, the Human Knight from outside Twin Bridges Town,” the Demon General communicated telepathically with Lancelot, “I did not expect to meet you again, what a pleasant surprise.”

“Viscount Baboli from Barto Hell…” Lancelot slowly pointed the Great Sword towards the deep-hell Demon Refiner, “you’re going to pay for insulting Tijana…”

“Ahahaha, what? Just you?” Baboli laughed heartily, untroubled, “I’m sorry, but what I just heard was too preposterous. I must have misheard, right? You came here for a Succubus?”

“Yeah, what’s the problem?” Lancelot didn’t mind chatting with the deep-hell Demon Refiner a bit more to buy as much time as possible, “She promised me, after all, that if I killed you, she’d keep me in bed…”

“Hahaha, you believe that? I bet she meant she would nail you to the bed with a Dagger, that would be keeping her promise, right?” The Demon chuckled as he looked at Lancelot, “Don’t be naive, mortal. Her promises are like bubbles in the Stygian River, reflecting pretty colors one second and ‘pop’ gone the next. If you want her, or any woman for that matter, the only way is to become her master, make her your slave. That’s the only way you can truly have her, to do whatever you desire with her…”

“That sounds exactly like something a Demon would say,” Lancelot snorted with a shake of his head, “All you know is domination and submission…”

“You’re a Knight. How can you not understand the power that comes with authority?” The Demon spoke with a seductive voice, “I quite admire you. You’re strong, close to the limit for a mortal, and I can offer you a position and treatment that matches that strength. You would live in luxurious palaces, with a body that never ages, served by countless young and beautiful maids who yearn to satisfy your every need, even a touch would be considered a great honor; you would lead a powerful army, conquering one war-torn realm after another, where ignorant people would see you as the supreme ruler, offering their loyalty, wealth, and daughters to you… If you like, they can send their sons instead.”

“Thank you for the offer, all that sounds fantastic…”

“Really? Ha! Such a wise man. Then come, sign a pact with me, become a Hell Knight!”

“But all I want is Tijana,” Lancelot tilted his head, “Killing you should please her, right?”