The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 550 - 574 Infiltration Ambush

Chapter 550: Chapter 574: Infiltration Ambush Chapter 550: Chapter 574: Infiltration Ambush “No, that would make too much noise,” Lancelot quickly stopped the action-ready Dwarf, “I have a better idea.”

“But we’re right above those Frost Giants’ heads,” Bruto replied with bewilderment, “no matter how you plan to enlarge this entrance, some stones are bound to fall down…”

“There’s no need for that, this crack is big enough to fit a Dimensional Bag,” Lancelot said as he lay on the ground, peering into the main building’s interior, “It’s pretty dark down there, I can sense a few Frost Giants nearby, but their attention shouldn’t be on this side…”

“Wait a second, are you saying we all squeeze into the Dimensional Bag?” Bruto looked at Lancelot strangely, “Then who’s going to throw the bag in?”

“Me!” exclaimed Little Isha with some pride, “After I throw it, I can transform into a bat and fly in!”

“Hmm, after confirming it’s safe around us, then we can be released,” Lancelot nodded, taking off the two Dimensional Bags from his waist and also handing the ‘handkerchief’ that led to a demiplane to Little Isha, “Dimensional spaces can’t overlap, but luckily when Little Isha transforms, her equipment will shrink with her. Kalalin, and your backpack…”

The group once again crawled into the Dimensional Bag, this time Lancelot joined as well. Although he had often stowed his companions into the Dimensional Bag before, this was his first time stepping in himself.

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The inside of the Dimensional Bag resembled a warehouse, with some sort of white fog that glowed faintly to form the floor and walls, while the various spoils from their adventures (gems, Gold Coins, Giant Sword Glacier, the skeleton of the Matriarch of Fencer) were haphazardly piled in a corner. After fitting five people, there wasn’t much space left, and once the opening above was sealed, the passage to the outside world was completely cut off.

“If we don’t get any fresh air, the oxygen in here will probably last us for about two minutes,” Bruto looked at Lancelot seriously, “So please do not fart, thank you for your cooperation.”

“Don’t worry, I haven’t eaten anything this past week,” Lancelot replied helplessly covering his face, “Why are you telling me this…”

“Because he always does it himself and has been scolded by us many times,” Alamir chuckled on the side, “Today he finally caught the chance to talk about someone else.”

“Shut up, damn Elf,” Bruto glared at Alamir irritably, “At least I try to control the volume…”

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While everyone was joking with each other, a crack opened overhead, and a pale arm reached through, groping towards them. Naturally, the arm belonged to Little Isha, and as Lancelot grabbed it, the next second he was back on the Iron Ice Plains, just inside the fortress’s main building.

Torches fixed to the walls of the room flickered, and the air was filled with a foul stench. The source of the smell came from the southwest corner, where there was a large pile of humanoid bones still clinging to scraps of flesh, looking like leftovers after a meal. Despite the poor hygiene conditions, the room still had four large stone beds covered with pelts for bedding, the smell reminiscent of a group of Dwarves who had been in the mines for two weeks.

Clearly, this was a Frost Giant’s barracks, which was temporarily empty. Behind Lancelot, his companions were one by one crawling out of the Dimensional Bag, each of them maintaining as much silence as possible and immediately checking their surroundings.

On the north wall of the room was an exit without a door, through which chaotic shouts of Frost Giants could be heard, alongside the sound of furniture being smashed to the ground, and a series of footsteps that were rapidly approaching. Lancelot quickly made a series of special hand signals: a fist raised over the shoulder followed by three raised fingers, then a downward-pressed palm, and finally, his thumb pointed toward himself.

The message was very simple: get ready for battle, three enemies, ambush, I’ll go first.

After making these gestures, he focused his attention on a black dot on his right hand and activated the power of Sareth’s Shield Eye. Darkness filled the room silently, with the torchlight barely illuminating five feet of the floor. Years of tacit understanding meant that the group needed no communication. They took advantage of the tall stone beds to conceal themselves in the darkness, quietly awaiting the signal to start the battle.

The first Frost Giant rushed in, appearing somewhat puzzled by the unusual darkness in the room but still made straight for a stone bed, relying on memory. Two more Frost Giants appeared behind him, one of whom muttered something, seemingly complaining about the darkness.

Suddenly, a faint green light shield appeared, engulfing the entire room. The three Frost Giants were startled, and although the shield caused no harm, it instilled a strong sense of unease in them—the simple reason being that the noisy sounds from outside had suddenly ceased, the silence around them was absolute, all they could hear were their own heavy breaths and… a faint metal scraping noise?

Just then, the darkness that had filled the room dispersed, and the blinding light caused the Frost Giants to squint instinctively. Lancelot, who had orchestrated it all, decisively launched his attack.

Using the ability of Shadow Jump, Lancelot instantly appeared behind the shadow of the outermost Frost Giant. Frostslash’s sword blade shone with a dazzling green light, piercing the giant’s kneecap like lightning, followed by a horizontal cut that severed half of the giant’s leg.

At the same time, his companions also initiated their own surprise attacks. The quickest to act was actually Alamir; the Elf Priest shot four glaring Magic Spheres at one of the enemies, causing the Frost Giant to stagger. Besides inflicting damage, the brilliant spheres also made the target’s body shimmer with secret magic light, allowing anyone who attacked it to better aim for the vitals, and that was precisely what Bruto intended to do.

“Thor! Al! Din!!!”

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the Dwarf threw his Magic Warhammer with all his might. The rapidly spinning hammer traced a beautiful arc in the air and struck the Frost Giant ‘marked’ by the Priest right in the face. A click was heard, and without even a cry of pain, the giant fell to the floor, dark red blood oozing and spreading beneath it.

The last enemy was subdued by the Scholar, who summoned a large slick of grease on the floor. The towering Frost Giant did not notice the slippery ground beneath its feet and fell hard to the ground as it lifted its foot, attempting to move; its second attempt to stand failed just as miserably.

As it tried for the third time, an inconspicuous fire arrow hit the Frost Giant’s oil-soaked body, and fierce flames swiftly engulfed it, accompanied by a wisps of green sword light.