The Paladin in the Abyss

"What is the fate of the unbelievers?" Lancelot cautiously asked, "I heard there's a wall..."

"The Unbelievers' Wall is still there," Cranvo confirmed with a nod. "The gods have long set the rules; the identity of an unbeliever has the highest priority—whether it's a notorious killer, a tyrant who eats a child every morning, or a kind soul who wouldn't harm an ant, if someone dies as an unbeliever, there's only one outcome waiting for them..."

"That's not fair," Lancelot said somewhat dejectedly, "nor reasonable."

"If a rule is made clear beforehand and applies to everyone, then there's nothing unfair about it. As for whether it's reasonable..." The Lord of the Dead turned his face, "I had considered dismantling it once, but Yago stopped me. That wall... has its purpose, and the punishment of mortal unbelievers is just an unintended side effect. Sorry, I can't say more; these matters are irrelevant to you. Now, let's put an end to this tragedy before us..."

Cranvo stepped forward to the kneeling Peyton. Peyton raised his head, seemingly wanting to say something, but the Lord of the Dead just lightly tapped his head. The Lich's body dispersed like dandelion seeds blown by the wind, turning into countless light spots that were absorbed into the god's body.

Meanwhile, the cursed ones present also began to change. The skin of the three undead peeled off like the bark of withered trees, revealing fresh skin underneath. Their straw-like tangled hair turned smooth and soft once again, and even their clothes looked magically renewed, appearing elegant and noble, just as members of the royal family should.

"My Lord, is this..." the former king, Tedder Derrick, excitedly patted his face, "Have we been resurrected?"

"The curse the Lich placed on you has been lifted," Cranvo said calmly. "You can once again enjoy the lives that were stolen from you, until the destined day arrives... and I will be waiting for you on that day."

"Please take me away, my lord," Queen Yushiel stood up shakily, her eyes filled with sorrow. "After all this, the only thing I want now is eternal peace..."

"Mother!" Fran exclaimed, grabbing the Queen's hand. Once a zombie princess, she was now a radiant woman with cascading, voluminous hair, making it easy to see why someone might have always kept her in their thoughts.

"Look at your beautiful daughter, Yushiel, can you really bear to leave her behind?" The Grim Reaper said gently, "Soon, you will have another son, and you will find that he is no less remarkable."

"What?" The Queen blinked in confusion, then suddenly realized, turning to look at her daughter. "Fran, do you mean..."

"Mother, do you remember the Baron of Raventown?"

"That elf named Soveris?" The Queen's eyes showed a look of surprise, "He still remembers you?"

"He has never forgotten..." The Princess smiled shyly, "Actually, our success this time is also thanks to those Ravenfolk. I'll tell you the whole story later…"

"Remember, don't fear death, and don't be in a hurry to seek it. Let everything take its course naturally, and cherish every day you have as a living being," Cranvo finally said in a declarative tone. "Tedder Derrick, you should leave now, the duties of a king await you..."

"As you command, my lord..." The King knelt on one knee before the god, "I will always remember your grace. Your church will become the state religion of my kingdom..."

"No need for that," Cranvo shook his head. "In a peaceful, prosperous society, my faith will spread naturally, without needing any extra help. Just be a good king, that's all I ask of you."

"I will adhere to your holy teachings..."

"Mm, you may go."

The remaining members of the Derrick family once again bowed to the god and then left through the front exit of the hall.

"That's great," Lancelot smiled happily, "We can leave this Demon's Domain now, right?"

"Yes, I can lift the restrictions of the Demon's Domain anytime, but first, we need to deal with your problem," Cranvo drew the heavy sword from his waist, "Get ready, and then release Shrek. We must completely destroy this incarnation of his."

At these words, Lancelot's expression became serious, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, there were two True Gods present, no matter how much power the Saint of the Prince of Lies had left, he couldn't possibly be a match for them. Although capturing an incarnation of a True God sounded impressive, it was of no use to Lancelot. The technique of devouring divine spirits to enhance one's cultivation was decidedly demonic, with significant short-term effects but dire long-term consequences. Master Han had always disdained such techniques and had only warned Lancelot to beware of similar methods in his small bamboo scroll, without recording the specific cultivation methods.

"I shouldn't need to take any action, right?"

The Raven Queen lifted her dress and elegantly sat back; a chair suddenly appeared on the previously empty ground, allowing the former Elf Queen to sit comfortably, with Tanya standing respectfully behind her. As for Lancelot and his companions, they didn't dare to slack off at all. The Human Scholar and the Elf Priest immediately began to cast their respective Blessing Divine Arts and enhancement spells. Little Yisha's figure melted into the shadows in the corner, while Bruto and his elder were nervously checking everyone's equipment, tightening straps here, loosening buckles there, ensuring everyone was in perfect condition.

"If he uses any power related to divine power, I will suppress it immediately," Cranvo assured Lancelot, "What you need to do is simple, just cut him into pieces of about the same size. This shouldn't be too hard for you..."

"Understood," Lancelot nodded, his gaze sweeping over his companions' faces, "Is everyone ready? Great, then I'll begin..."

Lancelot tightly gripped the trident, and as soon as the thought crossed his mind, the trident's end spread out like octopus tentacles, revealing a mysterious black crack underneath. The crack quickly widened and spat out a white 'human' figure, which fell to the ground with a wet sound. Everyone stared in astonishment; it was no longer a human figure but a fat, ugly, damp humanoid worm. Disgusting, indeed, but there was no apparent danger.