The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 536 - 560 Approaching Dragons Nest

Chapter 536: Chapter 560 Approaching Dragon’s Nest Chapter 536: Chapter 560 Approaching Dragon’s Nest “Actually, I’ve always had a question, you’ve told Kalalin quite a few stories about legendary weapons, some of which were forged initially to honor a benevolent god, but when they fell into the hands of evildoers, these weapons seemed to fall along with them, becoming infamous instruments of murder.”

Lancelot picked up a shinbone over four feet long from the ground and, with a bit of concentration, conjured a dull grey ‘stick’ glow on it. He effortlessly twirled out a sword flower, “We’re adventuring in the Abyss, and most of the weapons we find here are naturally evil weapons. Is there a way to purify these evil weapons, or ‘fall’ them into benevolent ones?”

Alamir opened his mouth wide; he was truly startled by Lancelot’s astonishing idea and couldn’t find the words to speak for a moment.

“I guess you probably don’t know, from what I’ve learned from Elothysia, the gods lack interest in redemption, completely devoid of the fervor the Demon Lord and Demon Archdukes have for the fallen.” Lancelot placed the shinbone into his Dimensional Bag and bent over to pick up other bones suitable for weapon crafting as well, “But I believe your Shuni, the Goddess of Love and Beauty, would not be as arrogant as the other True Gods. Ask Her when you get a chance, is there a way to purify a weapon with an evil attribute, or a fallen soul?”

“I will ask Her, and I believe the Goddess must have an answer, but this is definitely not as easy as you imagine,” Alamir said with a deep gaze at Lancelot, “As easy as it is to fall, so difficult is it to redeem.”

“So there’s no need to force it, just stick to the baseline of your own heart,” Lancelot shrugged, “There doesn’t seem to be anything of value left here; let’s move on. I feel like we must be very close to the Dragon’s Nest by now.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Lancelot waved away the vines blocking the exit, leading his companions into the tunnel from whence the dragon’s roar had come. Of course, before leaving, he set a large amount of vines with biting mushrooms behind them, which should hold off the leaderless pursuers for quite some time.

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The tunnel leading to the Dragon’s Lair was extremely spacious, probably to facilitate the Fencer Trolls transporting tributes to the White Dragon or for bribes. As they moved on, the temperature also dropped increasingly, and sooner than known, the walls and ceiling of the tunnel were completely covered with thick ice, as if walking inside an iceberg.

Apart from the rapidly changing environment, the ongoing dragon roars also hinted they were getting closer and closer to their journey’s end. The dragon’s roar is a very unique sound, full of wildness, power, arrogance, promising a death as smooth as warm milk.

Despite the distance still to cover, those dragon roars made everybody feel as if something special was seeping into their blood, causing them to feel dizzy and sweaty-palmed, as if they were back on the walls of Pascaler, facing a sea of Demons as far as the eye could see. But Lancelot’s brow furrowed tightly, for amongst those roars, he heard something different.

That sound was even sharper, more magnetic, and he seemed to feel anger, humiliation, hatred, and other negative emotions. It sounded like…

The cries of another dragon.

“Did you guys hear that?” he suddenly stopped, “It seems like there’s more than one dragon roaring ahead.”

Everyone showed a surprised expression; they had been trying hard to suppress the urge to turn and run. With Lancelot’s comment, they began to listen closely to the roars.

“It seems a bit off,” Alamir was the first to react. The Elf Priest, possessing senses only second to Lancelot’s keenness, said, “The other sound sounds like… a female dragon?”

“You can even distinguish gender by sound?” Bruto said in annoyance, curling his lips, “It seems those long ears of elves are somewhat useful after all…”

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“I can’t make out anything either,” Kalalin removed his hands from his ears, shrugging in disappointment.

“There indeed are two dragons calling,” Shuni said with a certain tone, “The Dragon’s Nest has a very wide space, with many huge pits on the ground. The dragon with the rougher voice is at a higher place in the Dragon’s Nest, while the one with the finer voice is in a large pit on the ground.”

“You’re even more outrageous than the elves,” the Dwarf’s eyes widened in surprise, “Have you been to other Dragon’s Nests before?”

“Don’t forget I’m a vampire!” Shuni grinned, revealing two sharp, long canines at the corner of her mouth, “I can not only hear a lot of sounds that I couldn’t hear before, but I can also obtain other information from them. Just by the sound of our voices speaking now, I can tell how wide this tunnel is and how far ahead there will be a turn, just like there is an image in my mind.”

“Alright then,” Bruto rolled his eyes, “Why do I feel like I’m the only normal person in this team.”

“We need to prepare first,” Lancelot turned and sized up the walls on both sides of the tunnel, “Wait a moment…”

He did not take much effort to find a suitable spot. A greenish Fire Lotus appeared in his hand, effortlessly melting half a foot of the ice layer, revealing a crack in the wall just big enough for one person to enter. There wasn’t much space within the fissure, but Lancelot summoned a large amount of vines and quickly dug out a nine-foot square cave within the depths of the crack, which was to be their hideout.

“Go in. The entrance is a bit narrow, but there should be enough space inside. If not, I’ll dig some more,” Lancelot gestured to his companions, who were watching him work, “Kalalin, as usual, set up the Teleportation Runes first.”

“I say, isn’t this entrance a bit too obvious?” Old Reap, while squeezing into the crack sideways, asked doubtfully, “What I mean is, this is the route that the Fencer Trolls take to the Dragon’s Nest. Any passerby might get curious and peek inside, won’t that blow our cover?”

“I’ve thought of that already. I will re-freeze the entrance before we leave, making it unnoticeable from the outside,” Lancelot said with a smile, “Besides, if I remember correctly, even the smallest Fencer Troll is bigger than us. I picked this fissure specifically—they can’t fit through.”

“Is today’s adventure ending here?” While drawing Arcane Symbols on the ground, Kalalin looked up at Lancelot and asked, “We prepare for the dragon fight at night, have a good sleep, and then go and take down that adult White Dragon tomorrow?”

“Our purpose for coming here was reconnaissance, not dragon slaying. That’s not part of the plan and the risk is too high, it’s not worth it,” Lancelot said, shaking his head gently, “After setting up this base, we’ll set off right away. There are two dragons quarreling inside now—it’s a good opportunity for us to sneak a peek.”