The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 388 - 402: Dissolving Liquid

Chapter 388: Chapter 402: Dissolving Liquid

“Haha, that thrust of yours looked so painful even from the sidelines,” Lancelot laughed at Clone Well before turning to the Succubus Paladin, “How are you feeling now?”

“I’ve never felt better,” the Succubus examined her own palms and then fluttered her wings behind her, “But truthfully, all the torture I suffered before doesn’t compare to those few seconds you gave me. It’s my first time undergoing such an experience, and I definitely don’t want a second round…”

The skeleton head looked at the Succubus, opened its mouth to say something, but ultimately decided its own life was more important and swallowed the words back down.

“Who… are you people?” A weak voice came through; everyone turned their heads and saw that it was the Aira girl who had been kicked away by Ulgog, now looking at them with a mix of fear and curiosity.

“My name is Lancelot, a mercenary, here to rescue my noble companion, the Succubus Paladin,” Lancelot walked over and helped the scrawny Aira child to her feet, “And to save anyone else captured by the Mother of Demons. What’s your name? Do you know Dong Quan and Lilu?”

“Of course, I know them! Every Aira child in Androlina knows each other!” the child tried to smooth out her crumpled wings, “My name is Migu! Thank you for saving me… If only you could have come earlier, then Ji Hua wouldn’t have… wuwuwu… ”

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“Dong Quan and Lilu are okay, right?”

Another voice spoke up; Lancelot turned to see it was an elderly male Elf speaking. Elves only show signs of aging when nearing the end of their life, so this one must be very old indeed.

He had originally been locked in an iron cage suspended in mid-air, along with two other Elves and a Red Flame Aira, but while Lancelot and the Aira child were talking, Elothysia had already freed them from their cages. The newly liberated prisoners seemed somewhat unable to believe their new status of freedom and unsure of how to react to the strange Succubus before them.

“Those two little rascals went on a big adventure, ended up in Miasma Swamp, and got caught by Valasti,”

“What?”

Lancelot had only gotten halfway through his sentence when the Red Flame Aira exclaimed in shock, apparently, the reputation of that dark weaver with a taste for Aira children was too notorious.

“But we had just arrived in Androlina from the Great Abyss, and the portal’s exit was in Miasma Swamp. We happened upon the scene where they were being taken away,” Lancelot hastily explained, “We snatched the two kids back, and that big spider wasn’t giving up, so we took care of Valasti as well.”

“Valasti… is dead?” the Red Flame Aira said in surprise, “Who… exactly are you people? And this… Miss Succubus, what’s her story?”

“Ah, it looks like I have to explain it all again,” Lancelot scratched his head, “This Miss Succubus’s name is Elothysia…”

“Hello there,” the Succubus greeted everyone elegantly, and although a bit awkward, everyone returned the gesture with nods or bows.

“…As you can see, she is a Holy Warrior. With the help of an Angel, she recognized the essence of evil and embarked on the path of righteousness,” Lancelot continued, “For a long time, she was in the physical realm, assisting mortals in resisting the invasion of Demons, but the Demons’ most recent attempt succeeded. Even though she was resurrected in the Abyss, she will be trapped in this dimension for ninety-nine years. Hence she came to Androlina, hoping to join the ranks of the Protectors.”

“But how was she captured?” the elven elder asked in confusion, “And how did you come to be here?”

“Although we rescued Dong Quan and Lilu, the Generals of the Protectors were still unwilling to accept a Succubus,” Lancelot shrugged, “They set a condition: only if she could infiltrate the fortress located outside of Gaomendikolia and obtain the Demon army’s battle plans would they consider admitting the Succubus Paladin.”

“But you failed,” another elf interjected, “because of some mirror locked in a safe, is that so?”

Lancelot and his companions looked at the elf in surprise. He was a male with a well-proportioned body, calloused hands, and a pair of sharp green eyes. Right behind him stood another female elf whose features were quite similar to his.

“How do you know about this? Wait, could you be the ones who tried to infiltrate that fortress last time… Talasher Morningstar and Dalarna Morningstar?” Lancelot looked at the two elves with some surprise, tentatively asking.

“Indeed,” the male elf showed a surprised expression, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve met you before… How many years has it been since our failure?”

“Thirty years,” Lancelot said with a sigh, “This truly is an unexpected pleasure. If Acheron knew you were still alive, he would be very happy indeed.”

“The Prince of Blazing Flame?” the female elf reacted intensely to the name, “How is he?”

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“He was willing to trust Elothysia, so he chose to go with us to Gaomendikolia and is now temporarily in this state…” Lancelot reached into the Dimensional Bag at his waist, rummaging around and pulling out a portrait featuring Acheron, Bruto, Kalalin, and others, “It’s said that lifting this condition requires a Ninth Circle Technique, are you familiar with it? Could you possibly know a simpler method?”

“Oh, Blazing Flame, I never thought I’d see you again…” the female elf leaned over the portrait, and her companion did not stop her but instead cast an apologetic glance at Lancelot and said, “We must have been like that too, but when I regained consciousness, I was already inside that cage.”

“I know how to lift it.” The elderly elf suddenly spoke up, “In order to conveniently use this Magic Formation to torment prisoners, Mother of Demons left Ulgog with a special liquid, right there in that large barrel. By Corellon, it’s a good thing you didn’t knock it over just now…”

Lancelot, following the old elf’s indication, found a large metal barrel at the other end of the room. He lifted the lid to find it filled with a milky white liquid and a long-handled brush nearby.

“What is this stuff?” Lancelot asked the old elf with some hesitation, “How do you use it?”

“Just apply that liquid to the portrait,” the old elf shrugged, “That’s how Ulgog got the two of them to recover.”

“Ah! I know this stuff!” the skeleton head who had been silent burst out, “This is the rumored milk of the Mother of Demons…”