The Paladin in the Abyss

Lancelot had already experienced similar scenes many times. It wasn’t that he’d never softened in the face of an enemy’s pleas for mercy, and he had indeed experienced betrayal of such kindness, surviving solely by luck. Since then, he had never allowed his emotions to affect any battle-related decisions.

This didn’t mean he always killed without leaving any prisoners, but an opponent as dangerous as a Fiend was always better dead than alive.

Furthermore, to ensure the enemy stayed dead, Lancelot’s movements never ceased. Dense Sword Shadows flashed by, slicing the headless corpse of the Fiend into a spray of fragments. Then, he swung his Longsword in mid-air, two crescent-shaped Sword Qis shot out, completely obliterating the spinning head of the old hag.

Lancelot was always prepared for an attack from another Fiend, but from the moment he jumped onto the top of the tree house to completely destroy the enemy, he didn’t encounter the expected ambush, which was somewhat strange.

Seeing that the enemy in front of him had been entirely dealt with, the Human Knight turned his head towards the almost crippled animated small house he had chopped down earlier, surprised to find that another Fiend had already fled — the grotesque old hag had crawled into a tub-sized flying iron pot and was already very far away, probably deciding to escape the moment Lancelot returned.

Just one look and Lancelot knew he didn’t need to chase, not because he couldn’t catch up, but because it would leave him too far from his comrades, and there might still be other traps. But as he thought this, a group of Undead vultures hovering high quickly spotted the escaping Fiend; they screeched and dived down, completely engulfing the pot within seconds.

Despite the distance exceeding a thousand feet, Lancelot still clearly saw the Fiend’s final fate: being torn to pieces by countless claws, as if those Undead vultures had some deep-seated hatred towards her. Perhaps that was the truth — when alive, these vultures guarded the Fiend’s woodlands, but what was the reason behind it?

Lancelot withdrew his gaze and turned to his still-fighting comrades. Alamir had received support from Tanya and was clearly gaining the upper hand in a two-on-two battle, while the two Maizeros Demons evidently had no intention to continue fighting but had no chance to escape.

"Damn... you guys are taking all the fun..."

A rather exhausted voice sounded; Bruto stood up, leaning on his Warhammer, wobbling as if he had a five-hundred-pound barbell pressed on his shoulders. But once he steadied himself, his entire aura changed.

"Moradin!!!!"