The Paladin in the Abyss

Lancelot immediately formed a Soundproof Barrier spell, casting it over the Steel Demons.

This minor Divine Skill of a Qi Refinement Realm Cultivator could only block the spread of sound, allowing Kalalin, who stood at a distance, to no longer be affected by the noise; however, the Steel Demons within the barrier were oblivious to the change. As such, Lancelot, who needed to fight at close quarters, naturally had to continue enduring the annoying noise.

But he had nothing to complain about. Such noise might make it difficult for Spellcasters to concentrate and wield magic, but it wasn't enough to stop a warrior from wielding his weapon. If anything, it was inspiring greater destructive power within him, eager to smash the source of this irritating noise into smithereens.

Bruto seemed to have entered into such a state. The earlier battle with skeletons was more like a game to him, but the antics of this group of Steel Demons truly enraged him.

He and Lancelot charged at two Steel Demons, one on the left and the other on the right. Lancelot left the one with a dent on its breastplate to the Dwarf Warrior, focusing himself on the other opponent who was still in perfect condition.

The frenzied Dwarf held up his shield and rushed at the Steel Demon with relentless force.

But the Demon was far more composed than the Dwarf. The Steel Demon violently swung its Great Sword, delivering a mighty blow that struck Bruto's Shield, not only stopping the Dwarf's charge but also pushing him back several steps, taking him out of attack range once more.

The Dwarf spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva at the Steel Demon (which was deftly avoided) and charged again, hammer in hand.

On the other side, the Steel Demon facing Lancelot had clearly learned from its companion's mistake. Its Great Sword danced impenetrably, clashing with Lancelot in several bouts, leaving the Knight no chance to strike.

But Lancelot knew he couldn't count on Eckmond to hold off the Bone Demon for long, and the sword moves in his hand suddenly changed. He raised his Longsword high, feigning another sequence of Heavy Slashes that had grievously wounded another Steel Demon earlier.

The opponent, clearly impressed by the move, hastily assumed a defensive posture and anxiously called for backup from its comrades.

Lancelot's first strike came down as fast as Lightning, and despite adequate preparation, the terrifying strength still forced the Steel Demon into a kneeling position on the ground. The other two Steel Demons, poised for action, drew nearer, extending their weapons to assist their comrade against the following two slashes.

But Lancelot naturally wouldn't comply with the Demons' wishes. In fact, their reaction was entirely within his expectations, and one trick of battle is to surprise the enemy.

The heavily sprung Longsword didn't reverse direction in mid-air as it had before, forced by his immense power. This time, Lancelot followed the Longsword's momentum, drawing a half-circle in mid-air, and continuing his attack with an unexpected Upper Slash.

Such a follow-up attack wasn't especially swift; under normal circumstances, blocking this kind of strike would be no difficult feat. But due to the predetermined impression he had left in the minds of the Steel Demons, the opponents had no inkling of such a Transformation. Find exclusive stories on empire

Alas, such are Demons; they act bound by rules and laws, always methodically carrying out tasks (at least this holds true for Low Rank Demons), believing there is a pattern to everything, and subconsciously expecting their enemies to do the same.

And at this moment, the Steel Demon paid the price. Its raised weapon was too late to block Lancelot's sword blade swinging up from below, and while it sought to dodge, its two comrades behind it were pushing against its back to block a second downward strike that didn't exist, with their great swords pressing down on its shoulders from either side.

Lancelot's sword-wielding figure was too impactful, not to mention he was in the form of a Succubus, causing everyone to be involuntarily drawn to his movements.

Time seemed to slow down at this instant, as Bruto, Kalalin, Eckmond, and all the demons watched Lancelot's great sword continuously approach the Steel Demon's body, ultimately penetrating the demon's flesh.

The sound of steel tearing erupted, and the Steel Demon let out a piercing scream that struck at the core of all living beings. Lancelot kicked his opponent, pulling away and increasing the distance between them.

The Steel Demon was close to passing out, only remaining standing because the two comrades behind it propped it up. Lancelot's strike had added a full foot to the demon's leg length. Even with the demon's constitution, such a grievous wound entirely robbed it of its combat ability.

The demons intended to swap positions again, allowing the one with a light injury on its waist from Lancelot's sword to take the front again, but Lancelot no longer had time to tangle with this group of wounded soldiers, for his peripheral vision had caught sight of a skull getting brutally beaten, looking as if it would fall apart at any moment.

His hand pinched a spell, and the True Qi within his body surged in a specific pattern before being released. Suddenly, a mass of vines burst from the ground beneath the huddled Steel Demons' feet, entangling the demons tightly in place.

"Magician!!!!!"

The demons finally collapsed. What exactly was this situation? A Succubus using a great sword instead of a whip, possessing the strength of a giant, and midway through a fight casting magic that could manipulate plants, a power normally wielded only by nature-loving Druids, was simply too much for the demons that detested any unpredictability...

Lancelot silently expressed his sympathy for the enemy in his heart, but his hands did not stop moving. His True Qi instantly shifted to the technique of Gathering Qi Slash, his body spun around, and he hurled his great sword at the Bone Demon.

The Bone Demon, which was distractedly observing the fight, panicked as its soul seemed to leap out of its body. It hurriedly tried to dodge but, without its tail, its sense of balance was severely damaged, and Lancelot's thrown great sword, as swift as a javelin, struck the base of the Bone Demon's wings on its back regardless of its evasive attempt.

The Glacier, heavier than an average great sword and containing terrifying kinetic energy, lifted the large Bone Demon into the air and nailed it firmly to the wall. Meanwhile, Lancelot had already drawn Frostslash strapped to his back, dashing forward like lightning.

As the Bone Demon regained its senses from the shock, it lifted its head only to see the silhouette of a Succubus raising a longsword, closing the distance at great speed.

It stretched out its clawed hands, attempting to block the enemy's weapon, but the claws as hard as mithril were like decayed branches against the longsword in the hands of the Succubus, effortlessly cut through.

The last image that etched into its mind was a sword blade glowing with a bluish light, filling its entire vision.