The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 678 - 702: Spoils of War
Chapter 678 -702: Spoils of War
Upon hearing this, the Hell Knight’s face changed, but his answer was still grim:
“Power is above all else; it is the foundation of rule. I must constantly become stronger to meet any challenge, for those who fail deserve a fate of destruction.”
“Thank you for your explanation,” Lancelot nodded, pressing the dagger against his opponent’s throat, “Now that you’ve become the one being conquered, do you still think that oath is reasonable?”
“Heh heh heh heh, I indeed lost, but my ideals have not,” the Hell Knight let out a ghastly laugh, “You’ve won, so of course, you have the right to kill me, go on and do it quickly…”
“I guess you’ve already made a pact with a certain Demon Archduke, haven’t you? Once you die in battle, your soul will be reborn in the Nine Hells, becoming a true Demon, and you would even obtain a rather high status, correct?” Lancelot made a very small cut on the other’s neck, then stood up and stepped back, “What a pity, but I don’t intend to give you what you wish for…”
The vines binding the limbs all loosened, but the Hell Knight was no longer able to stand. A dimensional rift appeared above him from thin air, emitting a strong suction force that pulled the powerless Demon Commander into it. The rift closed, and with it, the battle came to an end. The remaining Demons included a Beard Demon and a Hellhound, but after the Elf Priest had released the Beacon of Hope, the survivors trapped in that building surged forth and quickly tore the enemy to shreds.
“Where was he sucked into?” the demon monkey girl asked in amazement, “The smell coming from that rift… is very interesting…”
“A prison located on some upper-plane dimension. Sending him there is better for the Multiverse than simply killing him outright,” Lancelot said with a smile, putting away the dagger, “I wonder if a few years locked up in an upper-plane might make that madman’s mind a bit more normal.”
“Speaking of which… are you really mercenaries?” Tanya bent over to pick up the Rune Greatsword that had fallen to the ground; its previous owner’s hand was still tightly gripping the hilt, which the Half-elf pried off one finger at a time, “If it wasn’t for my spear, this piece of loot would have been taken away with him.”
“Because I already saw you chopping that hand off,” Lancelot shrugged, “Bruto, how about you? Did you get the wallet?”
“Err… I don’t know what happened, but suddenly I had an extra bag in my hand,” Bruto threw a heavy leather pouch to Lancelot, “But speaking of which, why didn’t you come to help me just now? That damn dog’s drool stank to high hell!”
“Because I believed you could handle it, and indeed you did,” Lancelot replied with a smile to the Dwarf, stashing the bag directly into his Dimensional Bag; then turned to the demon monkey girl and Half-elf Cursed Swordmaster, explaining, “Once we get back to Twin Bridges Town, we’ll divide all the loot.”
“Alright then,” Tanya said indifferently, shrugging her shoulders and handing the Rune Greatsword to Lancelot, “And this, can you use it?”
From the fight just now, Lancelot was certain that it was a very fine Magic Weapon but as soon as he took the territory Knight’s weapon in his hand, he felt a strong sense of dissonance. This sword seemed to demand that its holder be a heartless enforcer, with only a fixation on order and a deep hatred for chaos, with no room for pity or sympathy—and Lancelot obviously did not meet a single criterion, even feeling as though he was being scorned by the weapon.
He suddenly realized that Starlight Strike seemed to also have a preference for its users, it was just that he happened to meet the requirements, which was why he had never noticed before. If he were to place these two weapons together, would they communicate in some way that was beyond his comprehension? Starlight Strike, as a Divine Artifact, was extremely useful when chopping people down, but he wondered how it would fare in an argument…
As Lancelot thought this, he stored the Rune Greatsword in his Dimensional Bag as well. At that moment, a seductive voice suddenly rang in everyone’s ears:
“Oh! My noble knight, your gallantry in battle is truly enchanting! To repay this life-saving favor, I am willing to do anything…”
Lancelot turned his head to find a provocative figure clad in black, tight-fitting leather approaching him—it was the Succubus who had just been surrounded by a cluster of Tiflin commoners. Her walk was very distinctive, capable of twisting her waist and hips with great amplitude, oozing seductive intention. However, the impression Lancelot had of her was deeper due to her recent act of having a follower ‘volunteer’ to sacrifice himself.
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“Get lost, Syrevey, he’s mine.” Gayka, who had been nowhere to be seen since the battle started, suddenly popped up, extending her hand to hold Lancelot’s arm, “If it weren’t for the knight, your pitiful butt would definitely have…”
“I only agreed to escort you.” Lancelot seemingly casually stepped half a pace to the side, just enough to escape the reach of the Succubus, but also didn’t show much favor to the other Succubus, “Ladies, please excuse me, I need to have a few words with some warriors over there.”
“Hehe, of course, you go ahead…” Syrevey kept a sycophantic smile on her face, but as soon as Lancelot walked away, she immediately turned to her own kind with a malevolent smile, “I told you, how could a tavern whore hook up with such a strong backer?”
“How interesting, a complete whore accusing someone else of being a prostitute.” Gayka retorted sarcastically, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Syrevey, don’t use those little tricks on the knight…”
“Oh? It seems someone’s charm has failed, hahaha!” The Succubus in the tight leather burst into a schadenfreude laugh, “Just you watch…”
Gayka pretended to be angry and turned away so as not to let the other see the cold smile on her face.
The four Devilspawn looked at Lancelot approaching them with complicated expressions; their looks contained both jealousy and fear. But after all, this was a world where respect was earned through power. Those Beard Demons had almost led them to a dead-end, and yet this Human Knight slaughtered the Beard Demons as effortlessly as if he were killing chickens. Such absolute power forced them to show respect.
“You fought well just now.” Lancelot began without any airs, his tone even, “Can you introduce yourselves? And how did you survive the slaughter last night?”
“We thank you for your help, Sir. We are the four brothers of the Carrion Family; you’ve already met our mother. The Carrion Family is the best producer of hallucinogens in this city, and those Tiflin are our… employees,” the most muscular and grim-looking one among the Devilspawn replied. “When the city fell, we happened to be in a secret room, plotting how to get rid of our competitors. Obviously, the Demons did us the favor directly; if it wasn’t for them also killing all the customers, we would have thanked them properly…”
