The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 689 - 713
Chapter 689: 713
Even if Dwarves don’t remove their armor, Elf Priests can still cast healing divine arts directly, but that is just an emergency measure during combat. If circumstances allow, it is still best to combine potions, surgical techniques, and healing divine arts, as this also conserves the priests’ precious casting times for more critical moments later.
Bruto grimaced as he undid his armor, revealing a shirt completely drenched in blood. After lifting up the shirt, everyone could clearly see two blood holes the size of fingers on the Dwarf’s back.
“You’re lucky, these demons didn’t have time to poison their weapons, or your injuries would’ve been a lot worse,” Alamir said as he pulled out two small bottles from his chest, “First, I’m going to clean your wounds with this holy water, and it might sting a bit…”
“Isn’t that your bath water?” Bruto asked with a face full of reluctance, “You’re not messing with me, are you, Elf…?”
“This is indeed my bath water, but it is also holy water because I soak in it while communicating with the Goddess, and the water contains remnants of holy energy,” Alamir said, shaking the bottle to show the tiny gold flecks in the liquid, “You can even drink it directly.”
“Damn it, you’re the doctor, just do whatever you say…”
Upon hearing this, the Elf revealed a smile reminiscent of a peddler who had successfully sold a (questionable) product. He gently poured the liquid from the bottle onto the Dwarf’s back, and the latter shivered noticeably at the contact but stubbornly made no sound, standing firm as a rock.
A large amount of black pus and blood flowed from the Dwarf’s wounds. Alamir nodded in satisfaction, murmured a few brief prayers under his breath, and his hands lit up with a soft white glow.
“Good lad,” the Elf Priest said, placing his hand on the injured back, “Next, I’m going to treat your wounds, which shouldn’t cause any pain…”
Bruto hadn’t made any sound of pain before, but he couldn’t help but let out a comfortable groan under the Elf’s gentle touch. The wounds on his back healed at a visible speed, and when the Elf withdrew his hand, the bloody holes had completely vanished, replaced by patches of skin noticeably lighter in color.
“Ha, that feels absolutely amazing,” the Dwarf rotated his arms, confirming that the muscles on his back had fully recovered, “Alamir, what was that move you just did? I’ve never seen you use it before…”
“How could you have not seen it? It was just a common healing spell.”
“No, no, no, I’m talking about the one you used during the fight, the one that made your whole body glow.”
“Protection Order,” Alamir shrugged, “The effect of this spell is quite interesting; it makes it difficult for any creature of order to hit me with their attacks. Moreover, under the influence of the Abyss, its effect is enhanced, making it perfect for dealing with demons…”
“That’s so powerful… why haven’t I seen you use it before?”
“The Goddess just gave it to me this morning.”
“…”
“She also bestowed upon me another magic that healed your injuries, so watch your words.”
“…I didn’t say anything.” Bruto shook his head, donning his armor again, “Let’s get going. The sooner we find that damned lava lake, the sooner we can turn big brother into… hmm? Where did he go?”
“I’m right here.”
“Huh?!” Bruto turned his head in confusion, “How did I… completely fail to notice you?”
“Maybe Alamir’s magic made you too comfortable,” Lancelot shrugged, “While you were enjoying it, I took a little walk. This should be the Flame Palace’s underground barracks. If we head out and into the diagonally opposite room, there are a few demons healing up, but we might try to sneak past them… What does everyone think? Should we clear out each room one by one or head straight for Visuvius’s Throne Hall?”
“Isn’t that obvious? Of course, we should take out every demon along the way!” Bruto blurted out, “I hate leaving enemies behind me…”
“If possible, I’d still prefer to avoid fighting as much as we can,” the Elf Priest said diplomatically, “I have a limited number of spells I can cast each day, and once I’m out of magic, not only will our combat effectiveness be significantly reduced, but we’ll also lose the ability to handle unexpected events…”
“I support clearing out the enemies before we move forward,” Half-elf Tanya also shared her opinion, “Most demons still in this palace are wounded and much easier to deal with than when they’re at full strength, which is perfect for my pike to have a feast— that Bone Demon earlier has already whetted its appetite.”
“Uh…” Bruto looked hesitant as he glanced at the Half-elf, “Sorry, but you folks with elven blood are hard to understand… That last bit you said, is that some kind of metaphor, or… you mean it literally?”
“The latter,” the Half-elf grasped in the air, and a pitch-black pike appeared in her hand, “A Cursed Swordmaster’s weapon is a… special form of life. We draw shadow energy from the Fallen Shadow Demon Realm and shape them with our will into form, allowing them to have their own wills. Of course, as weapons, they care about different things than ordinary people. If I have to say, the blood of their enemies is their food, and they have a particular taste for demons.”
“I see…” Bruto shrank back a bit, “What’s its opinion on Dwarves?”
“Terrible texture,” the Half-elf with white hair and red eyes said with a strange smile, “It says it would rather become an axe for chopping wood.”
“That’s a relief,” the Dwarf pursed his lips, “but why do I still feel a bit insulted…”
“Stop being touchy about weird things,” Lancelot shook his head in resignation, then looked at the last member of the team, “Jing, what are your thoughts?”
“There’s one thing we need to make clear first…” the monkey girl pointed at the corpse of the Ice Demon she had just headshot, “These big guys might be wounded, but the bounty for killing them isn’t discounted, right?”
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Aside from a certain Elf Priest, the eyes of everyone else lit up and were immediately focused on Lancelot.
“If I remember correctly…” Bruto spoke slowly, “A lesser demon’s bounty is twenty Gold Coins, a Beard Demon fifty, a Quill Demon one hundred, a Chain Demon and Bone Demon five hundred, a Horned Demon two thousand, a Lust Demon five thousand, and the head of an Ice Demon is worth…”
“Ten! Thousand!” Tanya’s voice trembled, “Oh damn, damn, damn…”
“We’re a team, some defend, some heal, and others deliver the fatal blow,” Lancelot quickly responded, “I propose we tally up all the bounties at the end and split them evenly across the team, how about that?”
Instead of responding right away, the companions all looked simultaneously at the monkey girl—of the two Ice Demons that had died, she had killed one of them. If they agreed to split the bounty, the little monkey would be the one taking the biggest hit.
“Of course, I have no problem with that,” Jing nodded decisively, “In the wild, only a united monkey troop can grab the best forest. That’s a principle I’ve understood for a long time.”
