The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 331 - 345 Incomplete Transformation

Chapter 331: Chapter 345 Incomplete Transformation

“I’ll go too,” suggested the Succubus Paladin standing by. “I won’t walk with you, but I’ll follow nearby, ready to assist immediately should any trouble arise.”

“Is that necessary?” Lancelot asked, puzzled, “You know my abilities; regular demons can’t trouble me, and if there are stronger enemies, I can avoid them in advance…”

“I certainly know your abilities, but in the Abyss, great power shines like gleaming gold, attracting unwanted attention,” Elothysia reminded him. “With me present, some conflicts might be resolved more discreetly. Trust me, being a succubus has its advantages in Tanari society.”

Lancelot immediately understood what Elothysia was implying—he had perhaps been too ostentatious in establishing his authority publicly before. Without reminders, one could easily commit serious taboos. Let alone a Demon Lord, even two or three six-armed Serpent Demons seeking trouble would be enough to cause him great distress.

“Let’s do as you say,” Lancelot nodded in agreement. “The rest of you rest here; we’ll be back soon.”

“Can I come with you and Sister Elothysia?” asked little Isa, raising her arm, “I can pretend to be a maid…”

“Isn’t that a bit dangerous?” Lancelot hesitated, looking at the little girl. “In the eyes of the demons, you’re just a normal human girl…”

“Brother, are you worried about that…” Isa said with a mischievous grin on her face. She bowed her head to gather herself and, when she looked up again, her eyes had transformed into bright red, cat-like vertical pupils, and sharp fangs poked out of the corners of her mouth, lending her child-like face an eerie, wild charm.

“Hm? Since when can you do this?” Lancelot asked, taken aback. “Though from a distance, I can’t really tell the difference…”

“How about now?” Isa turned around, took off her robe, and revealed the Mithril Chain Mail worn underneath. It was then that Lancelot noticed that the back of the armor he had given her had two thin slits, seemingly meant for…

As he had expected, a pair of wings sprouted from the flesh of Isa’s back, passing through those slits on her Chain Mail. Although they were bat wings, just like Elothysia’s, Isa’s were much smaller. Fully extended, they didn’t even span the length of her body, whereas a succubus’s wings could reach twice their body length.

Nevertheless, with such wings at her back, no one would mistake Isa for one of the mortal races again.

“Alright, that looks good and quite adorable,” Lancelot said with a smile, nodding. Then, he curiously asked, “Can you fly with those wings?”

“No, this is actually an incomplete transformation technique. To fly, I still need to turn into a bat,” Isa shook her head. To prove her point, she tiptoed and flapped her back wings vigorously, but aside from creating a strong wind in the room, it was useless.

“That’s quite nice,” Kalalin commented. “Better than my Wind Creation Spell.”

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“This look together with Elothysia really matches well; were it not for the different hair color, you could pass as mother and daughter,” Lancelot joked. “So, let’s go like this and hope we can connect with that brave spy soon…”

Soon, Lancelot and Acheron returned to the bustling streets of Gaomendikolia, with Elothysia and Isa following not too far behind. Interestingly, while humans and elves strutted openly, the succubus and vampires moved in a stealthy manner.

This was the deliberate arrangement they discussed: a succubus idly wandering around was like a blooming flower in the wilderness, bound to arouse suspicion among many demons. However, if she appeared to be on a mission, most demons would not bother her. After all, succubi usually have a powerful master behind them, and their innate charm abilities were not only effective on mortals.

Demons, although unpredictable, those who had survived three advancements and had become Middle Rank Demons knew what particularly could lead to sudden death in the Abyss, one of which was not to provoke a succubus.

Thus, Acheron led Lancelot through the streets and alleys of Gaomendikolia. Compared to the place they had just left, it now felt as if they were walking through a dump. The stone streets were flowing with toxic liquids, the air was filled with the stench of rotting corpses, and sounds of fights occasionally drifted from the surroundings, mixed with painful screams and the crisp sound of breaking bones.

It must be said that those towers were the real body of the Demon Capital; the ground and streets were equivalent to the city’s sewers. Thanks to the Abyss’s will, or whatever divine power that had created the demons, no conventional sewage system for mortal races was incorporated into their design, otherwise, Lancelot’s experience would be even worse.

They changed locations several times, but from Acheron’s expression, he hadn’t seen what he’d hoped to find.

“There’s only one place left,” sighed the Elven Ranger. “I really hoped I wouldn’t have to go there…”

“Where are you talking about?” Lancelot asked strangely, responding to the Elf’s reaction. “Is it very dangerous?”

“Kind of…” The Elf prince, disguised as Zoel, sighed again, “the base of the Cang Ye statue. To get close, we must pass through that area… chaotic… filthy… stinky… slum.”

“Aren’t you a Ranger? I thought Rangers had a strong tolerance for harsh environments.”

“Only naturally occurring ones, the blessings of thunder, rain, and dew from heaven,” replied Acheron, his black face full of misery. “This man-made mess doesn’t count.”

“Well, I really feel for you,” said Lancelot, forming a small spell with his fingers and slapping him on the back, “How do you feel now?”

“What… How has the stench faded?”

“Look at your feet.”

“Beneath my feet, it seems the same… Wait, these filths can’t dirty my boots anymore? What did you do to me?”

“Just an idea I had. Using spiritual energy, which you can understand as a special kind of magic energy, I placed a protective barrier around you,” explained Lancelot with a shrug, stepping forward to continue walking. “This barrier is too weak to block a sharp dagger or a flying fireball, but it can isolate some external substances.”

“This is too useful, my sibling who worships the lady of fire is definitely going to love this spell,” Acheron said, catching up with a sprightly step. “Are you going to cast this spell on the two ladies behind us too? Taking gentlewomen to such a place is really inappropriate…”

“What are you thinking about?” Lancelot gave the Elf a look. “One of them is a demon, the other a vampire; neither of them needs to breathe.”

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