The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 387 - 401: Rest Mark

Chapter 387: Chapter 401: Rest Mark

The Human Knight, seizing the advantage, didn’t relent, following up with a Heavy Slash, and he even summoned a second Sword Shadow, launching both at the Demon. Ulgog, now aware of the potency of the Sword Shadows, had no choice but to raise his weapons high with both hands in an attempt to block the two incoming blades, one illusionary and one real.

Lancelot had put all his might into this strike, knowing that his opponent possessed greater strength. Although he had gained an advantage due to the Demon’s unpreparedness, it was still not enough to break through the Demon’s defense. However, to catch his attack, the Domineering Demon had to stand firmly in place, just as a previously prone skull on the ground suddenly flipped over, ending up face-up.

Directly beneath the most tender part of every male-like creature.

As the Great Sword heavily collided with the long-handled fork in the next instant, Ulgog suddenly felt a heart-wrenching, tearing pain erupt from below his waist. His hands nearly dropped his weapon on the spot.

He let out a harrowing scream while looking down, only to see a skull where there hadn’t been one before beneath him. Right now, that skull was spitting out a Bone Demon’s tail spike, boring a bloody hole between his legs. The excruciating pain made Ulgog wonder if it had reached his lungs.

The Demons’ vulnerability was their heads, but being pierced through from the groin was equally lethal; how could Lancelot, positioned right in front of it, miss such an opportunity? Glacier sliced down once more from above, forcing the Domineering Demon to bear the intense pain and block. For the first time, it realized that it was on the verge of complete defeat. This was the Abyss; death would merely send it back to the Barto Plane, but the torment of punishment for failure was what truly scared it.

...

Ulgog was still confident that he held the upper hand, the enemy had merely used trickery to gain a slight advantage. There was still a chance, as long as he could find a way to counter it…

This is how Demons were, entirely different from the reckless and reckless Demons who hardly ever considered the cost of failure. Whereas the Demons always overthought things and hesitated before acting, often missing the right moment. This time was no exception: Ulgog’s hesitation cost him the last opportunity to escape through self-destruction.

Before it could figure out any countermeasures, a Longsword enveloped in Golden Flame pierced through Domineering Demon’s back, the Holy Energy within causing near-unconscious pain. It immediately understood who had dealt the lethal blow—the Succubus Paladin. For some incomprehensible reason to the Demon, the Succubus’ promotion had been unreasonably fast, and even after her promotion, she remained a Holy Warrior.

The situation was far too abnormal, beyond the Demon’s comprehension, but Lancelot, of course, knew the real reason all too well. He never truly intended to promote the Succubus—that was beyond his capability—he merely empowered Elothysia to the elite Succubus form, and even that had exhausted nearly half of the True Yuan in his Dantian.

Lancelot had previously fortified the Quasimodo Dingke and his Nightmares steed in the same manner, so applying it to Elothysia was familiar territory. Compared to the time needed for a transformation into a new form, enhancing the current form required considerably less mutation time. With just a slight delay from Lancelot, the Succubus completed her transformation.

Looking up, Lancelot saw that the Succubus Paladin now seemed half a head taller, her previously neat short hair had grown to waist-length, and the cute curved horns on her head had turned into antlers nearly a foot long. The once tattered bat wings were now restored, broader than before, with blood-red tips and dangerously sharp edges glinting at the ends.

The most incredible thing was that a set of revealing and form-fitting leather attire had suddenly materialized on the Succubus’ body, which looked even more enticing than when she had been wearing nothing at all. Moreover, Lancelot’s keen eye could discern that some of the physical attributes of the Succubus had grown significantly, a change that was definitely not merely the effect of her clothing.

This chapt𝒆r is updated by frёewebηovel.cѳm.

Legend had it that every time a Barlow Flame Demon was born, a Great Sword with attributes of lightning or flame would appear out of thin air. It seemed the same theory applied to Succubi—for that fetching leather attire might just be their weapon.

However, at this moment, the weapon in Elothysia’s hand was not conjured out of thin air. It was Lancelot’s Frostslash, which he had purposefully left beside the Succubus Paladin before engaging the Demon in a head-on battle with his Glacier. The end result was just as he planned: after the Paladin had been promoted, she picked up the Cold Iron Handsword that was lying beside her and launched a fatal Evilbane Slash at the unsuspecting rear of the Fiend, putting an astonishing full-stop to the battle that seemed as if it could have prolonged for much longer.

“Do not think this will kill me! I will resurrect in Hell and take my vengeance with a hundredfold rage!” Ulgog began to spout the typical harsh words that Demons uttered upon defeat, “We are not finished! I will… huh? Eh? Ahhh! No!! Don’t!! NOOOOO!!!!!”

One could see a spectral figure identical to Ulgog separating from its body, and a powerful suction emerged from the Succubus’ Frostslash in her hand, elongating and distorting the apparition. Along with Ulgog’s screams of agony from deep within, it quickly absorbed the Demon’s soul into the hilt of the Longsword, where it vanished.

The instant the Demon’s soul was entirely extracted, its body left behind went through bizarre transformations: the originally brownish-yellow skin began to turn blue, as if affected by some potent ice magic, then quickly turned into an ice sculpture, lost balance, and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Throughout the entire event, the Guards outside, who were Demons themselves, did not react at all. Thick stone walls and metal doors could indeed insulate some noise, but Ulgog likely had other measures in place so that those outside were completely oblivious.

After all, its true form was a Demon, and aside from Cang Ye, Ulgog certainly wouldn’t want any other Demons to discover this secret.

“I really thought this time I was finished,” Elothysia turned the Frostslash around in her hand, holding the sword with both hands, and kneeled on one knee before Lancelot, saying with a blazing gaze, “You’ve saved me once again and bestowed upon me… new power. Thank you, I have no way to repay this debt but with my loyalty.”

“It is my utmost honor, my lady,” Lancelot responded with a formal Knight’s bow and took the Longsword, swiftly helping the Succubus Paladin to her feet, “But there’s no need for thanks, this is what I ought to do. And in the end, it was thanks to your sword strike that we were able to deal with that… Demon.”

“Wow! I am so moved!” chimed in the skull from the side, most inappropriately, “My thrust was critical too! You did not see, but when it glanced downward at me, its entire yellow face was glowing green!”