The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 556 - 580 Take It If You Want

Chapter 556: Chapter 580: Take It If You Want Chapter 556: Chapter 580: Take It If You Want “What?” The Titan giant followed Lancelot’s pointing finger, looked toward the corner, and his expression twisted instantly. “Damn you, Kostcheqi! I’ll repay all that you’ve done to me a hundredfold!”

Gorgiad loudly cursed, lifting his leg to kick the large barrel, but Lancelot swiftly moved to block in front of it.

With a thunderous boom, the Demi-god’s leg, thick as an age-old tree, collided with the Human Knight’s body. The latter swayed on the spot but ultimately saved the precious container of blood. Alarm shot through Lancelot’s heart, certain that the other’s strength had perhaps returned to scarcely a tenth—it was just an angry kick, intended for the Abyssal Lord, yet it made him feel as if all his organs were about to be crushed.

“What do you mean by this?” The Titan slowly withdrew his foot, eyes narrowing dangerously, “Are you declaring yourself my enemy, human?”

“That’s not my intention,” Lancelot explained calmly, “This blood contains powerful energies that are very useful to me…”

“Then why didn’t you take it while I was unconscious?” Gorgiad looked at the Human Knight curiously, “Or was there something preventing you from doing that?”

“I thought you might need this blood when you recovered to restore your strength,” Lancelot explained, “I didn’t want to steal from you.”

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“You didn’t want to steal… so you meant to rob, is that right?” Gorgiad’s face suddenly revealed a somewhat gratified smile, “Hmm… I didn’t see that coming, you’ve got guts, and I’m even starting to like you a bit, human.”

“Err… no,” Lancelot glanced helplessly at his companions, “Anyway, since you don’t plan on using this blood, how about giving it to me?”

“That contaminated blood carries the stench of Demons, I wouldn’t let such a thing back into my body. Take it if you want, consider it your reward,” Gorgiad had already lost interest, turning his head in search for an exit, “You’ve wasted too much of my time, mortal, lead me to the Priestess of Olul quickly!”

“We’ll use that exit to return to the surface,” Lancelot pointed to the steps they had come down from and formed several Dharma Decrees to create a layer of cyan light that sealed the barrel. He then stored it in his Dimensional Bag, “It might be a bit narrow for you…”

“Hmmph.”

Gorgiad made a disdainful snort but still bent down and squeezed through the spiraling steps. The others exchanged glances and followed suit.

Clutching the snowflake-shaped amulet in his hand, which felt like holding a metal piece chiseled from ice, Lancelot began to softly call out Olul’s name, asking her to send her Envoy to aid him, as the Frost Giant Priestess had instructed.

“Human Knight?” Gertie’s voice emerged in his consciousness, “I saw the flames rising from the fortress. Did you succeed?”

“Yes, we rescued a brawny champion with brown hair and silvery skin, three heads taller than you,” Lancelot, the last to emerge on the surface, found Gorgiad staring blankly at the corpses littering the fortress floor, “Where are you now? He wishes to meet you as soon as possible.”

“We’re in the valley to the north,” the Frost Giant Priestess responded right away. She added, “Let me offer you advice: be patient, Lord Gorgiad does not have the best temper.”

“You should have told me earlier,” Lancelot sighed, eyeing his arm guard that had deformed from the kick, “I’ve already experienced his royal demeanor.”

“Hehehe… Good luck…”

The Frost Giant Priestess left him with a trail of cold laughter, severing the mind connection of her own will. Lancelot felt someone’s gaze on him and looked up to meet Gorgiad’s eyes head-on.

“You’re holding a Divine Artifact in your hand, human,” the Titan Giant said confidently. “Is it Olul’s?”

“Yes, I use it to contact that priestess,” Lancelot opened his hand to show the snowflake-shaped amulet. “She said she’s in the valley to the north.”

“Hmm,” Gorgiad nodded his head, slightly hesitated, then gestured towards the surrounding bodies. “Were all these… your doing?”

“Sort of,” Lancelot shrugged his shoulders and silently wondered why the zombies that had been surrounding them were now nowhere to be seen. “Let’s go, Gertie Oriel Sdottir, that’s the name of the priestess, is waiting for you.”

“There’s no need, I can go by myself.” The Demi-god walked to the wall and began drawing those special symbols on the stone surface. “The valley to the north, you said…”

After the fourth rune was completed, the entire wall rippled like water, and a Portal to a distant place appeared out of thin air. A cold wind blew from the Portal, causing a sudden drop in temperature within the decrepit fortress. The Demi-god strode towards the Portal, but in the moment before leaving, he looked back at Lancelot.

“What is your name, Human Knight?”

“Lancelot, at your service.”

“Hmph, Lancelot, I will remember that,” the Titan Giant nodded. “You are not too bad, just barely worthy of the honor of having rescued me.”

“The honor is mine,” Lancelot struggled to restrain the urge to roll his eyes. “I wish you all the best.”

“Hmph.”

With a contemptuous snort, the towering Titan Giant walked through the stone wall without looking back, and the Portal disappeared quickly after he entered.

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“That guy sure is arrogant,” Bruto spit heavily onto the ground. “If he wasn’t so tall, I’d really like to kick his smug face.”

“If your father was a being of immense Divine Power, you’d also have a natural sense of superiority over mortals,” Alamir said, patting Bruto’s shoulder. “I even cast a Healing Spell on him, have you heard him say ‘thank you’ to any one of us?”

“To beings like the Frost Giants, who live by plundering, gratitude is seen as a sign of weakness that makes them very uncomfortable,” old Reap commented with crossed arms. “And I guess it’s hard for him to accept the fact that he was saved by a bunch of ‘lesser races’. Perhaps offering that bucket of blood made him feel a bit better.”

“Big brother, what do you want with that bucket of blood?” Bruto curiously looked at Lancelot. “Are you going to cook with it?”

“An interesting suggestion. But no, that’s not my intention,” Lancelot said with a smile, shaking his head. “You’ll find out soon enough, it might benefit everyone, but we need to clean up the battlefield first…”

“You mean clearing up these Giants’ bodies?” The Dwarf had a peculiar smile on his face. “We can’t move bodies this heavy.”

“Ah, not this again…” Lancelot covered his face in frustration. “Wait for me a moment, I’ll be right back.”