The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 313: Chapter 317: Banshee’s Wail

The metal door was extremely sturdy, and time had apparently done nothing to damage it. Lancelot kept increasing the strength of the True Yuan flowing into his handprint, and the summoned vines became harder and thicker as a result. But it wasn’t until he had almost exerted ninety percent of his cultivation power that the iron door began to show signs of loosening.

Accompanied by a huge roaring sound, the iron door was finally ‘pulled’ down from the wall by him, raising a great deal of dust and smoke. At the same time, a clear cry reached Lancelot’s ears.

From the reactions of others, it was clear that it wasn’t just him and the two Elves who had heard it this time.

Everyone stood tense on the spot, their gazes sweeping back and forth between the lingering dust and the surrounding walls, guarding against a banshee that could appear from any direction.

After waiting a while longer, aside from the continuous crying, nothing else appeared. But with their vision obstructed, the baneful sobbing full of resentment exerted great spiritual pressure on them all.

“Kalalin, use the Wind Creation Spell,” Lancelot ordered. The dusty environment was too chaotic and was even affecting his sense of the flow of nature’s spiritual energy, and they needed to clear it quickly.

Upon hearing his words, the Scholar immediately reached into his backpack and pulled out a scroll the size of his index finger. A normal 2nd-level spell scroll would not be so small, and only a profession like a Scholar, who repeatedly copied magic scrolls, had the ability to write arcane runes smaller than a fingernail while still maintaining precise strokes.

The Scholar gently but firmly unfurled the exquisitely small scroll. Because it was his own creation, he could skip reading it and directly activate the stored spell.

As the red light representing the manipulation of energy magic lit up, the sound of wind whistling past their ears rose, and soon all the dust floating in the air was blown away. They focused their gaze on the wall, and where the iron door had once been, a passageway now lay open.

Lancelot sensed Bruto’s breathing become noticeably more rapid. Behind that iron door was a stone chamber, and embedded in the wall at the bottom of the chamber was a large metal mirror. A faint shadow was facing away from them toward the mirror, and the crying was coming from her mouth.

Through the mirror’s reflection, they saw the phantom’s face. Unlike what Lancelot had seen before, the skin on that face was now peeling like dry bark, the flesh around one eye socket and half the mouth was completely gone, exposing the chilling white bone below.

The banshee was crying while incessantly stroking her face, trying to press down the peeled flesh.

Eerie, distorted, and terrifying—this was how the banshee’s face felt to everyone. Had they not previously fortified themselves with strengthening magic and courage potions made by Koula, some of them might have already fainted from fear. From the clothes on the banshee, Lancelot confirmed she was the same ghost who had come near their camp the night before, only now her face had changed into this.

Lancelot also noticed other details. On the floor of the stone chamber, several items flickering with a magic aura were neatly arranged, mostly Elven-style weapons, while in a corner lay a curled-up skeleton, clearly the banshee’s body.

She was completely absorbed in her futile attempts at repairing her face and emitting the unsettling cries, seemingly unaffected by the huge commotion behind her. Everyone looked at each other, and finally, with a Dharma Decree prepared in his hand, Lancelot stepped forward and spoke to the shadow in Elven language:

“Miss, pardon the intrusion.”

The female demon was still busily attending to her own matters, and Lancelot was completely ignored.

“Miss! Excuse me!”

Lancelot called out to the shadow again. This time, not only was his voice louder, but he also infused a trace of True Yuan into his call. If he could still be ignored after this, it would only mean one thing:@@novelbin@@

The female demon was deaf.

This time, there was a clear response. The shadow suddenly stiffened, slowly turning her horrifying face to meet everyone’s gaze through the metal mirror on the wall.

The expression on that face shifted from sorrow to ferocity in an instant. Sensing trouble, Lancelot immediately activated the Dharma Decree he’d been tightly clutching since before, tossing a pale blue Soundproof Barrier towards the stone chamber.

The female demon, still with her back to the group, opened her mouth and let out a silent scream. Lancelot’s Soundproof Barrier managed to hold for barely two seconds before making a sound like shattered glass. Then, a terrifying sonic wave, sharp like claws scraping metal, swept over everyone.

That wave contained such powerful energy that it knocked everyone to the ground. Lancelot could hardly hold onto his weapon, and the others fared even worse. Alamir dropped his bottle of Holy Water due to the fall, and scrolls spilled across the floor from Kalalin’s pockets.

But worse than the force of the energy was the spiritual assault it contained. Lancelot sensed Kalalin’s and Koula’s energy signatures flicker weakly like dying embers in an instant, while the rest also suffered a profound drop, clearly experiencing severe injuries.

Lancelot rolled backward, quickly regaining his stance, while Bruto, with his height advantage, was even quicker on his feet. The Dwarf entered a state of rage, swinging his Warhammer, mixed with Mithril, directly at the shadow. Although it was a physical attack, the Mithril lacing the hammer could still harm spectral enemies.

The premise was that it could hit its target.

Adventuring in the Great Abyss, Bruto was no stranger to hitting flying targets with his Flying Hammer, with notably good accuracy. But the female demon wasn’t like any enemy he had encountered before. As the hammer came flying towards her, the ghost simply shifted sideways, her figure merging into the adjacent stone wall, causing the Dwarf’s furious blow to miss completely.

Bruto was about to curse the enemy for not standing still to receive his blow, when the female demon’s horrifying figure emerged directly from the ground in front of him. Facing that ghastly ghostly face, Bruto instinctively protected himself with his shield, not considering that if she could drill right up from the ground, how could she possibly be stopped by a mere shield?

The female demon’s form passed directly through the Dwarf’s body, draining a substantial amount of his life force. Bruto felt his muscles turn as soft as the fluffy cakes Koula made, and his armor felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

The Dwarf slowly fell backward as the female demon turned around, preparing to deal the finishing blow to him.

At that moment, support from Lancelot arrived. Frostslash’s Sword Aura surged to over ten feet long, looking like an azure Long Spear. The Sword Aura plunged like lightning into the gap between the female demon and the Dwarf, followed by a vicious sweep at the enemy.

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