The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 586 - 610 Begin

Chapter 586: Chapter 610: Begin Chapter 586: Chapter 610: Begin Lancelot took a deep breath and nodded at his companions. Kalalin and Alamir immediately began casting spells. Naturally, the target of the spells wasn’t the White Dragon below, as the legendary creature’s immunity made it almost impossible to surprise with magic. However, magic was not useless in a battle with such creatures—if it couldn’t be used against the enemy, it could still be used to aid one’s allies.

Kalalin cast a ‘Haste Spell’ on Lancelot, a Third Circle spell that was once one of the team’s trump cards. It allowed the recipient to move faster, attack more frequently, and become nimbler. Although the spell’s enhancement wasn’t as significant for Lancelot as it had been in his battle with the shark-lizard beast, it remained one of the best choices among the Buff Spells.

However, like all spells, a very powerful effect meant there were drawbacks in other areas. Firstly, the Haste Spell required focus during casting. Therefore, Kalalin could not be attacked nor cast another focus-required spell while the spell was active. Moreover, whether the spellcaster’s focus was disrupted or the spell reached its maximum duration (one minute), the recipient would experience extreme fatigue and fall into a state of temporary incapacity. If the enemy hadn’t been dealt with by then, he would obviously face great danger.

Alamir bestowed upon Lancelot a Fourth Circle Divine Arts spell, “Freedom of Movement,” which allowed the recipient to move freely on any terrain and rendered ineffective any magic effects causing paralysis, binding, or slowing. It also provided quick escape from non-magical restraints, such as pre-set traps or grappling by enemies. For Lancelot and Bruto, being able to fight in the White Dragon’s Lair—which was covered with slippery ice—made this spell indispensable.

The noise from casting the spells instantly alerted the adult White Dragon below. It abruptly raised its head, looking towards the balcony in midair where the group was located, just in time to see a figure leaping down. It was none other than Lancelot, who had prepared himself and jumped from the balcony—fifty feet above the ground (a height he dared to jump), holding the Great Sword Glacier aloft, ready to deliver a power-doubled jumping cleave to the White Dragon.

Although the White Dragon was not very intelligent, it possessed perfect beastly instincts during combat, knowing not to take the heavy blow falling from above. It leapt backward like a cat, moving so gracefully it was almost unbelievable, easily dodging the fierce slash from its opponent.

Lancelot crashed heavily in front of the White Dragon. The terrifying force instantly shattered the ice layer, startling the White Dragon into a brief daze. But it soon regained its senses as the attacker’s figure emerged from the rising ice mist and rushed toward it, the hilt of the glowing green Great Sword giving off an intense sense of danger.

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Yet the White Dragon’s anger was ignited—here was a Human Knight daring to challenge it! It lunged forward furiously, swinging its sharp and sturdy front claws at its opponent. The White Dragon’s claws, similar to a bird’s, had thick knuckles ending in curved, sharp nails that could easily bypass the Knight’s Great Sword intended for blocking. It almost felt the sensation of its claws piercing through the gaps in the knight’s armor and into his flesh.

No sooner had the White Dragon raised its claw than Lancelot understood his opponent’s intention. With his body enhanced by Foundation Establishment, his reaction and speed far exceeded that of ordinary humans, not to mention the effects of the Haste Spell and Freedom of Movement—how could he let his enemy succeed? At the moment the claw was swung, his body spun quickly to the side, dodging the White Dragon’s strike, while delivering a powerful horizontal slash.

The Great Sword clashed mightily with the Dragon Claw, emitting a harsh buzzing noise. The White Dragon’s claws were as hard as mithril; Lancelot’s side-swing sword did not get the better of it, merely managing to deflect the claw. All Lancelot could do was mentally sigh in regret as he didn’t pause, quickly running forward around the dragon’s body. His speed was so fast that the massive body of the White Dragon struggled to keep up, and in an instant, he had reached its side and delivered another slash toward its half-folded wing.

Upon seeing the Human Knight’s attack, the White Dragon twisted its body while violently lifting its wings, making it seem like the tip of the Great Sword would only slice through the air. But at that moment, the blue light on the Sword Blade suddenly surged, and another Great Sword formed entirely of blue light appeared beside it, solidly striking the humerus of the dragon’s wing.

The White Dragon let out a miserable scream; that area was unprotected by Dragon Scales, and a large amount of blood sprayed out from the “armpit” of the wing, spattering onto the icy surface at the bottom of the nest. Lancelot was about to observe the fruits of his attack when suddenly a dark shadow struck. In a moment of urgency, he only had time to guard his front with the Great Sword, and the next second he was hammered back, rolling and flying backwards.

Not until his back heavily hit an ice wall did Lancelot see clearly what had hit him—the crocodile-like tail of the White Dragon. Logically, he had seen Svafnir use this move on Gorgiad, but although he had seen it, only upon facing it did he realize how swift the Giant Dragon’s tail strike was. His attention had only slightly wavered, and he immediately took a solid hit.

However, he was certain that none of his bones were broken and there were no open wounds on his body, while the White Dragon’s half wing was already dyed red with blood, hanging unnaturally at its side. The exchange had clearly been in his favor Yet, at this moment, the White Dragon was facing him directly, its dragon head raised high towards the sky, looking as though it was about to let out a roar.

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Lancelot suddenly jumped up and ran to the side as fast as he could. He might have missed the tail strike of the White Dragon, but he would not mistake the meaning of that head-raised posture—it was the precursor to a Dragon Breath attack!

The White Dragon’s bent neck suddenly straightened, and a bright blue energy stream burst from its gaping mouth like a Warhammer hitting the spot where Lancelot had just been. However, this Breath, which could have lasted over three seconds, rapidly weakened as if the White Dragon’s ‘fuel’ was running low.

Seeing this, Lancelot felt a surge of joy—Tijana’s poison was still effective!

The White Dragon was also stunned by its own weakened state, but the Human Knight, with that supernatural speed, had already charged to its side again. The pain from its left wing made the White Dragon choose the most intense counterattack—it directly used a wing flap attack, its body violently spinning to force the Human Knight back while taking the opportunity to fly into the air.

“Haha! I’ve been waiting a long time for this!”

Just as the Human Knight had appeared, another figure jumped down from the terrace above, only this one was as big as an Ogre, clutching a terrifyingly large Warhammer, and he fiercely smashed it towards the dragon’s head!