The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 574 - 598 Pre-War Speech

Chapter 574: Chapter 598: Pre-War Speech Chapter 574: Chapter 598: Pre-War Speech The group concealed themselves in a cave located in the mountains north of Glacial Fortress, and as they crossed the ridge, they could see Gorgiad’s army advancing continuously along the main road in the distance. The giants strode forward, belting out loud war songs that occasionally caused snow on the surrounding mountaintops to slide down.

Meanwhile, the giants loyal to Kostcheqi were arrayed with strict discipline below Glacial Fortress, awaiting the invaders. They outnumbered their enemies two to one, but were completely overwhelmed in terms of momentum; each one stood in silence at their post, only the ancient White Dragon above their heads continued to emit roars full of rage.

The great battle was about to ignite on the east side of Glacial Fortress, and all eyes were focused in that direction, so no one noticed a small team quietly emerging from the northwest mountains, moving unhindered through the now empty giant camp, all the way to the foot of the mountain where Glacial Fortress stood.

“So far, everything has gone according to plan.”

Lancelot led the team and hid behind a giant rock, turning his head to speak to his companions. From this angle, no one could see them, except for Svafnir above their heads; fortunately, the White Dragon’s eyes were not on its chin, so it was completely unaware of the few “ants” below, and just kept roaring toward the approaching army.

“Speaking of which, we’ve seen the Giant Dragon again, but the fear that once rose from the depths of our hearts isn’t there anymore.” Bruto quietly said to the others, eyeing the neck of the White Dragon stretching from the edge of the platform, “Is it because of the effects of Titan’s Blood, or have we just seen these big lizards too many times?”

“It’s probably a bit of both, it might also be because we’re not standing close enough.” Alamir shrugged, “Lancelot, do we start our move as soon as Svafnir leaves, or wait for it to engage with the demi-god before we strike?”

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“Let’s wait for them to start fighting; I can fly up quickly after I transform,” Lancelot stroked his chin, “Just a bit more patience, we’ve got front-row seats here…”

Gorgiad halted his vast army a thousand feet from the enemy and moved to the very front of the ranks himself. His followers fell silent because the demi-god was about to deliver his pre-battle speech.

“My warriors!” the voice of the demi-god boomed like thunder on a summer night, “Tell me, has any other giant spat at your feet because those of your own kind before us no longer worship the Father God, but instead grovel to demons?”

“Do you know that because of these despicable demon worshippers, Solheim was once forced to stand outside the Father God’s Crystal Palace, enduring the sneers and mockery of the titanic gods, including Diankast, that deceptive fraud who only became divine through cunning tricks and deceit?”

Upon hearing that name, Lancelot’s consciousness was flooded with knowledge that wasn’t his own. The great Father of the Giants, An, originally did not want a daughter, always using Magic to change the sex of his children to ensure he had sons. However, one of his consorts, an ordinary Giantess, hid her pregnancy and secretly gave birth to a daughter named Xiat. She handed Xiat over to the Faelbergs—distant relatives of the giants, standing about eight to ten feet tall, resembling a hybrid of giants, humans, and Elves—for upbringing in the forest.

Xiat later became a powerful, confident, and exceptionally skilled huntress who had killed countless fearsome beasts, including a hydra with fifteen heads, a primal Green Dragon that ruled the ancient jungles, and even a Terrasque behemoth. Upon learning of her true heritage at her mother’s deathbed, Xiat arrived before An with the heads of the prey she had killed, and the infamously stubborn Father of the Giants uncommonly admitted his mistake. He accepted Xiat as his offspring, elevating her to be the first Goddess among the giants, bestowed with the Divine office of nature, hunting, family, and children. He ceased using Magic to alter the gender of his progeny thereafter.

Diankast was born after this incident. Unlike her elder sister, Diankast was a mischievous, naughty girl, full of pranks and her most famous feat involved disguising herself as a Briarwood fishfolk and stealing a string of Magic necklaces from the palace of the Briarwood, where the fishfolk worshiped the Mother of the Sea.

When An decided to leave the material plane, Diankast appeared before the Father of the Gods and requested a Divine position like her sister’s. An gave her a challenge to prove herself—circumnavigate the world in one hour, knowing full well she lacked the strength and means to do so.

True to her usual style, Diankast dashed to the library of the storm giant god Svyemauz and tore out (much to Svyemauz’s chagrin) a page showing a map of the entire world, then drew a circle on it. In the Giant’s Tongue, ‘to circle around’ and ‘to draw a circle’ are the same word. Diankast cleverly exploited this loophole in her father’s words. Presenting the circled map amidst Svyemauz’s complaints, the Father of the Gods burst out laughing and, as promised, elevated Diankast.

Needless to say, among the Frost Giants, who revered strength and combat prowess, Diankast’s cunning was seen as dishonorable, and when this memory surfaced in Lancelot’s mind, it came with a clear sense of rage. But as a Human Knight, not a Frost Giant, he found it amusing and easily dispelled the alien emotions.

However, the Frost Giants listening to Geogad’s speech did not think so—they let out loud roars, some even screaming, to express their anger and impatience.

“You are fortunate, for those not here at this moment will never again have the chance to gain the glory of killing a traitor, for today, right here, we will exterminate all those who worship the Demons! I want no prisoners, no surrenders, rip open their stomachs, smash their bones, and tear out their pus-filled, tumorous hearts for the giants gods to see, for the Father of the Gods to see, that we are His finest children!”

Gorgiad concluded his speech with a suddenly thrown Lightning Javelin. The javelin traced a deadly arc, landing in the crowd before the Glacial Fortress, the explosion instantly vaporizing four or five Frost Giants. This strike also served as the signal for battle to begin, and the eagerly awaiting multitudes of giants surged towards each other like a tidal wave, splashing up a blood-red spray.

While his companions watched the fierce battle between the giants, Lancelot focused his attention on the ancient White Dragon, Svafnir. Svafnir did not enter the fray immediately but roared like a Military Governor at the less resolute tribes below, even spewing Dragon Breath to urge them into battle.

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It was apparent that he intended to wear down his opponents with a numerical advantage, but Gorgiad was determined not to let him have his way. The Demi-god released a hearty laugh, leapt high into the air, rising thousands of feet, then dove towards the densest cluster of enemies as if he were a meteor fallen from the heavens.