The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 591 - 615 Insult

Chapter 591: Chapter 615: Insult Chapter 591: Chapter 615: Insult Barrend was calculating the disparity in military strength between the two sides when he subconsciously ignored the legion he belonged to. Numbering close to two thousand, although there were also craftsmen of other races, ninety percent of the legion members were Dwarves. These long-term laborers who swung Blacksmith Hammers and Cross Pickaxes possessed extremely developed muscles, and their combat power, even though not on par with professional Adventurers, was more than sufficient to deal with inferior demons such as Coward Devils.

Apart from the Dwarf legion, Twin Bridges Town also had a Guard force of about three hundred people. Although they usually did not stand out, their strength was not to be underestimated. About half of the Guards were Berserk Demons, Brezu Demons, and mercenaries who had signed service contracts with the Succubus Lord. The other half consisted of Arrow Demons, humanoid demons resembling humans without any fat and having four arms. They were excellent ranged attackers, holding strategic high points and watchtowers within the city.

Furthermore, Twin Bridges Town had about two hundred mercenaries with “resident rights” on standby at all times. These dangerous individuals who earned their livelihood by force in the Abyss, as a condition for the shelter provided by Twin Bridges Town, were obliged to assist when the town came under attack.

In addition to these mercenaries obligated to fight, the town also had a large number of caravan guards, shop bodyguards, gang members, and even ordinary demonic residents available for hire; however, for some reason, Tijana did not issue a conscription order. Perhaps the Succubus Lord was confident in the existing forces, or perhaps she did not want to appear too desperate.

“Declare your name, approaching army!” As the Demon army advanced to within two thousand feet of the Stygian Riverbank, Tijana’s voice, amplified by magic, reverberated through the sky. “Halt your advance immediately, or it will be considered an act of hostility, and we will take necessary defensive measures!”

“This is the 66th Field Brigade of the First Group Army of Barto Hell. I am Commander Viscount Baboli.” The Demon Refinement signaled, and the Demon army halted its advance, but he himself continued walking forward. “Who is speaking to me? Where is Tijana?”

“The one speaking to you is the Lord of Twin Bridges Town,” Tijana immediately responded. “Do not come any closer, Bartez. Take that disgusting army of yours and vanish from my sight immediately!”

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“Oh, that truly saddens me. I was looking forward to seeing the pearl of the Stygian Riverbank known in legends.” The Demon General continued advancing nonchalantly, while the army he had left behind started to deploy and assemble large siege engines quickly with the help of magic. “Give up resistance, Succubus. Open your city gates just as you would open your legs for me.”

“Hehehe, if Asmodis himself were here, I might allow him to lick my feet,” Tijana retorted with a cold laugh. “As for you? You are so ugly that I can’t find the words to describe it— you’re less pleasant to look at than a maggot that just crawled out of the Stygian River.”

“I’ll make you change your mind, you bitch. You’ll be cuffed in a special frame and taken back to Hell, and I will be richer than any king in the Mortal Realm because any lowly Bartez can have you for just a Gold Coin,” the Demon Refinement said with a cruel smile. “But first, I’ll start with your own territory. Listen well, you mercenaries hiding behind the walls! Once I capture this town, each of you can have your way with the lofty Succubus Lord for just one copper coin—a true love discount exclusive to you!”

The words of the Demon General were like sparks into a barrel of gunpowder, instantly igniting the fury of the defending forces. Needless to say, the demons under Tijana’s command were angered; some, overcome with emotion, even wanted to jump off the city walls but were held back by other demons around them. The Dwarves, too, were uncontrollably furious. Although they often spoke ill of Tijana, they had long accepted the Succubus Lord as their king and protector. When the Demon Refinement insulted Tijana that way, their anger flared up like ignited oil.

“Demon, I swear I will make your life a living hell,” Tijana’s voice rose again, imbued with such intense killing intent that it felt like a handful of crushed ice was stuffed down one’s throat, calming even the most agitated of demons, “Prepare for battle, my warriors, let us dye the Stygian River red with Bartez’s blood!”

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Just stepping out of the portal, Lancelot felt an inexplicable irritation, as if a nameless fire was burning inside him, giving him the urge to smash something to vent his anger. As a Foundation Establishment Cultivator with far superior divine sense than ordinary mortals, he immediately identified the source of this abnormality—Tijana. Clearly, the Succubus Lord was encountering something extremely infuriating, so much so that, even without their mental connection being activated, Lancelot could still feel her rage.

Emotional fluctuations could be suppressed easily, but the sense of unease was not so easily dispelled. After successfully persuading Pakos to act yesterday, Lancelot had tried to contact Tijana, but some kind of energy storm had disrupted their mental connection, making his calls to the Succubus Lord disappear into the wind like a piece of paper, instantly vanishing without a trace.

Lancelot tried again, but still received no response. This further heightened his unease. Fortunately, it was only one more step to achieving his goal for this journey, and he would soon be able to return to Twin Bridges Town. Then, he would find out what difficulties Tijana had encountered and provide assistance to the Succubus Lord.

But for now, he needed to stay focused and ensure the task at hand was completed smoothly.

Silently running the Ice Heart Technique, Lancelot cleared all distractions from his mind and regained his composure. Stepping out from the hiding spot equipped with the teleportation array, his companions were already waiting outside. They were currently in an extremely steep valley, surrounded by nothing but barren rock and snow. However, this place was not chosen at random; both Bruto’s surveying and Lancelot’s divination had confirmed this was the location they needed for their new plan.

“Are you ready? It will all be up to you in a moment,” Lancelot said to Kalalin, passing over the handkerchief leading to the demi-plane, as the Scholar held a remarkably large scroll, gesturing towards the neighboring valley.

“The magic in this scroll is too incredible, a portal that only allows metals, jewels, and magical items to pass, and it even reduces the casting difficulty to the Fourth Circle? It’s truly a genius design. The witches are indeed masters of magic, I can learn so much from this…” Kalalin looked particularly excited, then became somewhat hesitant, “But to make it truly effective, you must… I’m not doubting your ability, but can that really be done?”

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