The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 594 - 618 Hard to Maintain

Chapter 594: Chapter 618 Hard to Maintain Chapter 594: Chapter 618 Hard to Maintain “Hey! Guys, look, big brother seems to really have done it!”

The commotion Lancelot caused was simply too great, and without the need for the Dwarf’s excited clamor, everyone had already noticed the situation above. The sky seemed to suddenly have a new sun, and under its illumination, the Glacial Fortress rapidly melted away. When the first trickle of water flowed down the mountain valley, Kalalin, as if struck by lightning, jumped up and furiously tossed the handkerchief the Human Knight had given him onto the ground.

“Help me unfold it!” the Scholar yelled to his companions, “Hurry, we’re running out of time!”

Upon hearing this, his companions immediately pounced forward, each grabbing a corner of the handkerchief, revealing the Dimensional Hole leading to the demi-plane in the middle, while Kalalin ‘covered’ the Dimensional Hole with the scroll he had been studying all this time, and then immediately began casting the spell. His gaze swiftly swept over the Arcane Runes on the scroll, activating them in the correct order, feeling the invisible Magic Net around him being ‘woven’ into a special shape, just one piece short of completion…

The Scholar looked up towards the side valley, where the upstream flow was steadily increasing, with objects being swept along in the current beginning to appear. He knew the time was ripe, and decisively recited the final Spell on the scroll, summoning a massive Portal. The torrential flood rushed through the Portal without any apparent effect, but Kalalin, maintaining his focused casting, could clearly feel that many things were transported by his spell into Tijana’s demi-plane.

After all, this was a spell that only affected metals, gemstones, and magical items.

High in the sky, Lancelot’s discharging and Body Infusion had also reached their final stages. After transforming into a Barlow Flame Demon, that scorching Volcanic Aura could no longer cause him any pain; instead, it felt as soothing as warm bathwater. However, his heart was overwhelmed by an indescribable sensation of pain, rage, fear, urging him to cry, scream, destroy, and massacre, as if only by bringing the same pain to others could he free himself from this unspeakable torment.

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Luckily, Lancelot wasn’t really a Demon, or rather, not just a Demon. The mental method of the Ice Heart Technique operated on its own, suppressing and cutting off all delusional thoughts, allowing him to focus his attention on running the Cauldron Immortal Technique and the Three Revolutions Heavy Yuan Technique, continuously absorbing, refining, compressing the Spiritual Energy drawn from the volcano and ultimately transforming it into his own cultivation.

The whole process did not last very long, lasting about a quarter of an hour, after which the Spiritual Energy of the volcano had been drained, and the Glacial Fortress below had long disappeared. Lancelot flapped his wings, slightly rising a few feet, feeling so natural thanks to the experience gained from transforming into a Succubus, he mastered the flight techniques in the Flame Demon Form without any need for adaptation. But then his face suddenly changed, and he immediately landed back on the Array Plate, spewing out a large burst of Flame, completely concealing his figure.

The reason was simple, without the supply of Spiritual Energy from the volcano, maintaining the Flame Demon Form was quickly depleting his own True Yuan. Just for the few moments he hovered in the air, his True Yuan was reduced by twenty percent, scaring Lancelot into quickly reverting to his original form. He then swiftly stowed the Array Plate into his Dimensional Bag and, under the cover of light and shadow, rapidly plummeted toward the ground.

To the distant onlookers, when the firelight dissipated, the figure of the newly risen Barlow Flame Demon vanished along with it. No one noticed that, in the shadows of the valley below, a Succubus was skimming low and fast, flying along the flood formed by the melting of the Glacial Fortress.

A moment later, Lancelot, back in his Human Knight form, had already joined his companions, and on everyone’s faces was a near-foolish grin. Seeing everyone’s expressions, Lancelot knew that his plan had worked. He looked around and suddenly realized a particular figure was missing.

“Where’s Bruto?” Lancelot asked curiously, “Where did that lad run off to?”

“He’s inside,” Alamir pointed to the handkerchief on the ground, “he said he needed to check if Dain Frostbeard’s armor was caught up in it.”

“Oh, to check…” Lancelot scratched his head, “but can one of you hurry him along? We need to leave as soon as possible.”

“I’ll go, I’ll go!” Old Reap stood up with a smile, “I love dealing with money…”

“Count it slowly when we get back, tell Bruto to come out quickly once he finds that armor,” Lancelot cast his gaze towards the nearby valley, where the once turbulent stream had now completely disappeared, “We need to set off right away.”

“Lancelot, why the rush?” Alamir asked curiously as he watched the werewolf’s figure also disappear into the Dimensional Hole, “This plane should no longer pose any major threats, right?”

“After all, we are… of course, we need to leave the scene quickly,” Lancelot said, scratching his head awkwardly before his expression turned serious, “There’s another reason. Since yesterday, I haven’t been able to establish a mental connection with Tijana.”

“Yes, losing contact with a loved one can indeed be very distressing,” the elf showed a look of understanding, “but it’s precisely the pain of separation that makes reunion so sweet…”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Lancelot glared at Priest Shuni with irritation, “when we set off, we encountered the Demon’s navy on the Stygian River, and a few days ago when I contacted Tijana, she mentioned that the situation at the front was somewhat ominous, with all the production capacity of the blacksmith area being used to produce weapons for the Volcano Fortress…”

“Are you worried that the flames of war might have already reached Twin Bridges Town?” Kalalin’s face changed upon hearing this, “If the Demons’ legions are nearing Twin Bridges Town, then it would explain the disruption in mental connection… But how could such a thing happen? Unless the Volcano Fortress has fallen, the Demons couldn’t possibly attack Twin Bridges Town. They would expose their rear to Visuvius’s legions…”

“Yes, unless the Volcano Fortress has fallen,” Lancelot rubbed his temples, “I have some bad premonitions.”

As he spoke, the figure of the werewolf emerged from the Dimensional Hole on the ground, but he said nothing, just stared at the Human Knight with a strange expression and shook his head slightly.

“What’s wrong?” Lancelot touched his nose subconsciously, “Where’s Bruto?”

“I always thought that no one was worthy of our Succubus Lord, that such a person couldn’t possibly exist…” Old Reap sighed heavily, “Now I know I was wrong.”