The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 577 - 601 Spring

Chapter 577: Chapter 601 Spring Chapter 577: Chapter 601 Spring Two frost giants exchanged a glance—one remained in place while the other slowly moved toward Lancelot’s left side. It seemed they possessed not only a speed that other frost giants lacked but also a rarer intelligence.

Lancelot did not move, merely staring intently at his enemy directly in front. He resembled a king cobra locked onto its prey, ready to strike at any moment. This dismissive attitude had a profound effect of insult, and that was precisely what the human knight wanted. The giant who had moved to his side let out a furious roar and swung its ice battle axe fiercely at him.

The frost giant’s speed, enhanced by magic, was indeed very fast. Lancelot couldn’t completely move out of the path of the descending axe blade, nor did he intend to. No matter—it was a normal state during a dance, and compared to a succubus lord with a whip, this partner was really nothing.

Though Lancelot was tall among humans, he was like a gnome to a frost giant, only reaching up to the giant’s thigh. The giant had to bend down and let the weapon travel a long distance in the air to hit him. In other words, this meant that the enemy’s weapon could no longer alter its direction by the time it got close to Lancelot’s body.

And this was why he disliked heavy weapons like axes and hammers. These unbalanced weapons, though powerful, were nowhere near as flexible as swords and difficult to maneuver delicately.

Lancelot lowered his center of gravity further while he raised both hands gripping the sword hilt, pressing the blade tightly against his back as if he were about to draw the longsword from over his shoulder. The axe blade struck his weapon at a very small angle and then slid down along the sword spine. Although this posture helped divert most of the force, Lancelot’s body still sank downward.

But this was within his expectations.

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Lancelot forcefully pushed down on the sword hilt, tipping the longsword using his shoulder armor as a pivot. This moved the axe blade away from his body but also increased the pressure on his shoulder. He continued to exert greater force, his eyes still fixed on the enemy in front, who had also raised his battle axe but was a beat slower.

It seemed the human knight would be too late to draw his longsword to parry the attack from the other enemy. However, Lancelot had essentially turned himself into a slingshot, with the longsword as the rubber band around the ammunition, and the frost giant’s axe was the force pulling the spring. When the axe blade finally left the tip of the sword, all the accumulated force of the slingshot was completely released.

The longsword traced a stunningly beautiful arc at a frightening speed, instantly striking the axe handle of the giant in front of Lancelot—he had been watching him all along. The blade slid down the handle, a scene that had just occurred, only this time the endpoint of the slide was not the sword tip but the fingers of the giant holding the axe.

Axes and hammers lacked handguards, another reason Lancelot disliked them.

The sharp sword blade easily severed the giant’s fingers along with half of the palm behind them. Lancelot stepped forward in a fluid motion, his longsword turning a half-circle in the air, then making a slashing motion diagonally upward in a horizontal direction. Between the giant’s metal breastplate and belt, there was a gap about an inch wide—that might not mean much to the giant, but to Lancelot, it was wide enough to ride a horse through.

The azure belly was sliced open, revealing thick fat, hard muscles, and a blurry, fleshy arm—this was the breakfast the Frost Giant had not yet fully digested. Lancelot did not stay in place waiting to be splattered with tainted blood. Instead, he raised his longsword above his head, turned his body sideways in two continuous spins, and released the accumulated kinetic energy with a diagonal slash.

The Frost Giant on his left watched helplessly as his companion had a hand chopped off, belly sliced open, and then half of his calf severed, all this happening just as he was retracting his axe. He let out a furious roar, about to fiercely strike at the back of the Human Knight, but his arm had just lifted when his body froze in place, as two sword blade tips suddenly appeared out of his mouth.

A beautiful figure with bat wings was lying on the Frost Giant’s back, the handles of two short swords the only parts still visible outside the back of the enemy’s head. After striking, she quickly retrieved her weapons, flapped her wings, and landed beside Lancelot.

The unexpected female assassin was none other than little Isza, who had not appeared with her companions earlier. On the journey to Androlina, she and Lancelot had practiced this skill of quickly entering and exiting the Dimensional Bag. It proved extremely effective in battle.

“Your timing was impeccable.” Lancelot turned to look at little Isza, his face suddenly registering surprise, “Hey, you are…?”

No wonder he looked that way, because at this moment, little Isza looked significantly ‘different’ from usual. It wasn’t because of the wings on her back—Lancelot had seen this form before—but because the young girl had grown half a head taller, her once somewhat frail body now shapely, filled with the beauty and strength of a cheetah, resembling an adult version of little Isza, and might even be mistaken for a Succubus if it weren’t for the lack of antlers and a tail.

“How did I…” Realizing she was looking at Lancelot from an unfamiliar angle, the young girl hurriedly looked down at her body, delighted to discover some of the changes she had long anticipated, “Could this be… the effect of Titan’s Blood? Wait, wait, don’t shrink back!!”

In her plaintive cry, little Isza reverted to her original form, clearly unable to maintain this state for long. Lancelot sighed slightly in regret, but his attention was quickly drawn to something else.

From the entrance of the fortress ahead, six more Frost Giants emerged, the first four wielding bone shields and Ice Battle Axes, and the last two empty-handed but appearing ready to conjure ice spears to throw at their enemies any moment. Lancelot glanced back and saw that his companions had already dealt with those two Blood Maimed Beasts and were quickly approaching him, while the enemy had also formed up in front of them, waiting.

“Once you finish that bottle of Titan’s Blood, you’ll be able to hold on a bit longer.” Lancelot took a step forward, positioning himself in front of little Isza who turned into a bat in the blink of an eye and burrowed into the Human Knight’s hair, “By the way, you looked really beautiful just now.”

He felt a furry little head rub against his neck, clearly pleased with his last remark. Lancelot gently patted his own neck and raised a finger to his companions. Upon hearing the unmistakable cheer of the Dwarf, he tensed all his muscles and suddenly charged at the closest enemy.

It seemed that the Demi-god and the White Dragon had already determined the winner as he glanced back; there wasn’t much time left for their actions.