The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 390 - 404 Gratitude and Respect

Chapter 390: Chapter 404 Gratitude and Respect

“In my memory, we were about to see the Mother of Demons lift her veil one second, and the next second it was as if we woke up from a nightmare and found ourselves in a completely different place,” the Scholar looked pensive as he spoke to Lancelot, “So we actually did see the true terror of Cang Ye, only to lose that memory because it was too horrifying, before finding ourselves in a state of Eternal Stasis, is that right?”

“Yes,” Lancelot nodded, “All of us turned into flat silhouettes and were hung in the Mother of Demons’ gallery of living things.”

“What happened after that?” Alamir asked curiously, “Who saved us?”

“Tijana found me using this,” Lancelot showed them the emblem of Twin Bridges Town as he spoke to the group, “She used an Unbinding Spell on me, which allowed me to regain my freedom a few hours before the rest of you, but I realized that there was one person missing from the painting…”

“Ulgog brought me directly here and subjected me to all sorts of torture for a full twelve hours,” Elothysia glared at the hilt of Frostslash with anger, “Luckily, Lancelot and Clone Well eventually came, and together we dealt with that devil…”

“Wait a minute, devil?” Kalalin immediately noticed something odd in the Succubus’s words, “Who are you talking about? Ulgog?”

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“Exactly,” Lancelot nodded, “If you think about it, there were quite a few clues hinting at its identity, like the well-organized office, the unusually high discipline of the Demon Legion, but we overlooked them all.”

“Why does big sis look… even better than before?” Little Isa asked Elothysia quietly, her eyes filled with curiosity, “How did you do it? I really want to…”

“Lancelot has a special power that can enhance Abyssal creatures, which you should have seen, right?” the Succubus Paladin explained, “But using this ability takes a great toll on him, and it’s not something that should be used on you.”

“I see…” the little vampire sighed discontentedly, “They say once you become an Undead, your body stops developing… I’m so envious of your and Tijana’s figure…”

“Last time it was the Withered Lord from Mogolondale, and this time it’s a General under the Mother of Demons, I can’t help but feel like the devils are plotting some major conspiracy,” Kalalin said, frowning, voicing the question that had been looming in Lancelot’s mind.

“Ulgog’s actual form is a Domineering Demon, which is slightly different from Satugura’s situation,” Lancelot shook his head, “Of course, it’s possible that creature achieved a complete Transformation, which is why it took on the form of a devil, but this question isn’t hard to answer, we can just ask it when we have the chance…”

He removed the hilt of Frostslash and took out an amulet the Dark Guardian had given him. The color of the amulet had changed from a semi-transparent deep purple to complete black, as if some kind of black smoke had filled the interior of the crystal.

“You’ve captured it?” Both surprise and excitement shone in Kalalin’s eyes, “My God, you actually caught a devil alive, that’s just… too incredible, isn’t it?”

“For you folk from the Prime Material Plane, it’s quite frightening, but such things aren’t unusual in the Outer Planes,” the skeleton said with disdain, “Devils are rich, you know, and they absolutely will not default on paying a ransom if they agree to it. If you want them to promise not to seek any form of retaliation, you have to make a huge concession in the amount of the ransom…”

“I suppose we’re not exactly short on cash,” Lancelot said nonchalantly, spreading his hands and tossing the amulet into the Dimensional Bag, “but if it falls into the right hands, it could certainly fetch us a great deal of valuable information.”

“That Iltash what’s-his-name?” Alamir suggested, “Or maybe Tijana?”

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive,” Lancelot shrugged, “but that’s not what we need to concern ourselves with right now…”

“So, where exactly are we?” On the other side, Koula, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. Due to their racial nature, Halflings always pay extra attention to their surroundings. Although Lancelot said there was no need to be nervous, the bloody saws used for limb amputations and skinning knives around them still made her uncomfortable.

“This is Ulgog’s torture chamber, located in the dungeon of the Mother of Demons’ Bone Castle,” Lancelot pointed at the Magic Formation in the center of the room, “According to the Demon itself, that Magic Formation can extract power from a person’s pain, thereby making the Mother of Demons stronger in battle.”

“That does sound exactly like something you’d find in Barto Hell, but how on earth did we recover? Tijana isn’t here, and I don’t believe she could have cast a ninth-circle spell on each of us within one day.” Kalalin continued to look puzzled, but then he suddenly thought of something and spoke up urgently, “Don’t tell me you found the Mother of Demons’ milk…”

“Ah, this stuff right here,” Lancelot lifted a brush soaked in a large jar, allowing everyone to see the milky white liquid sticking to it.

“Thank you, Lancelot,” came Acheron’s voice from one side, and the group turned to see the Elf Prince bowing with his former subordinates to the Human Knight, “Not only did you save me, but you also brought me back together with two precious friends. Words cannot express my gratitude…”

“The credit isn’t all mine,” Lancelot gestured with his mouth towards Elothysia standing nearby.

“That was the most splendid Evilbane Slash I have ever seen,” Talasher Morningstar bowed deeply to the Succubus Paladin, “The prince has told us more about your deeds, and even compared with the greatest heroes of legend, you stand undiminished. My utmost respect, milady.”

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“You flatter me,” Elothysia returned the gesture a bit embarrassedly, “Without my companions’ help, I fear I would have died many times over.”

“And our gratitude as well.”

Another group of Elves approached, the warriors known as the Monsoon Brotherhood. Contrary to Lancelot’s expectations, these supposed ancient Protectors were all following an elderly looking Elf leader.

“Sir Lancelot, Miss Elothysia, and all you noble warriors,” the old Elf spoke with frail but graceful composure, “I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself. I am Quirion Landale…”

“Landale the Great Elder?” Acheron’s surprised voice interrupted, “One of the earlier leaders of the Protectors, the first Speaker of the Council of Five? The Aira of Androlina have been extolling your name all this time; we thought you perished in that battle at Eskodel along with him…”