The Paladin in the Abyss

Magic, a transcendent act that utilizes the primordial magic power within the multiverse to achieve certain effects. Similar practices can be found in the Tao of spiritual cultivation, though there are subtle differences from the magic in this world—spells in spiritual cultivation, at least at the level Lancelot currently masters, are mostly driven by one’s own energy; whereas magic is about manipulating the magic net to mobilize the primordial magic power of the multiverse itself, thereby achieving various effects to alter reality.

Lancelot took about three heartbeats to recover from the state of shock, but this brief moment was enough for his opponent to do many things—the nearly crippled living quarters extended another set of four root tendrils, wrapping Lancelot and forcefully flinging him away, and when he regained his perception of the outside world, he was flying upside down, headfirst, already falling towards the small lake full of Stygian River water.

The Stygian River water is one of the most dangerous substances in the multiverse; even a splash of it could cause one to lose several days of memory. If a person fell into it completely, even if Lancelot immediately swam out, he would likely forget his own name. A simple combination of attacks, but maximally utilizing the threatening environment, made even the human knight want to applaud the enemy.

Of course, this was far from enough to defeat him.

Billowing true yuan surged from the dantian, gathering behind Lancelot into a pair of enormous cyan-green wings. This was a minor divine skill he had comprehended after achieving enlightenment in Raven form, though it consumed a significant amount of true yuan and its flexibility was not as great as the true flight of Golden Core cultivators, it was more than sufficient to deal with sudden situations.

The majestic figure of the giant titan, clad in full body plate armor forged from mithril, now added a pair of slightly off-color wings, making Lancelot resemble a real angel. And, he was no stranger to having wings on his back.

With a flap of his wings, Lancelot halted his momentum in mid-air, and another flap sent him flying back the way he came.

But his opponent did not simply stand idle—just as Lancelot flew forward less than twenty feet, his body crashed into an invisible barrier with a boom, almost knocking him out again. The barrier was as hard as diamond; despite the tremendous impact power of Lancelot at the moment, there was not even a tremor upon collision, proving the extraordinary nature of this invisible barrier. He immediately realized what he had encountered—a force field wall, a powerful barrier immune to almost all damage and magic, only removable by a Disintegration Spell of the Sixth Circle. However, a simpler response would be to go around it.

But these few setbacks had already delayed Lancelot too long, and worse, a large amount of sticky white spider webs suddenly exploded into existence around him, making even lifting his arms difficult.

Meanwhile, a figure resembling an angel more closely than Lancelot rushed in from the nearby forest—it was the flesh golem that had rescued Madam Medusa earlier. Seizing the moment when everyone else was preoccupied, it dashed into the heart of the battlefield like lightning, slashing left and right, heavily wounding both the human scholar and the zombie princess, and the third slash aimed for Bruto’s back as he fought desperately with his opponent.

Yet, as the horrifying serrated longsword was about to strike, a comparatively shorter figure stood between the sword tip and the giant Bruto.

A sharp metallic tearing sound echoed; Barrend looked down in surprise, finding that the enemy’s sharp longsword had pierced through his shield, also thrusting into his chest. He quickly turned his head to see the sword tip had merely scratched his son’s skin, thus revealing a satisfied smile.