The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 314: Chapter 318 Inertia Thinking

Despite the demoness’s attempt to evade at the fastest speed, the blue sword aura still swept across her waist, completely severing her lower half. The demoness let out a high-pitched scream that, though merely a pain-induced whimper from being attacked, was so shrill it was unbearable, forcing Lancelot to unconsciously block his ears with True Yuan.

The others fared even worse. Those who had managed to stand up were once again knocked to the ground by the terrifying sonic wave, tightly covering their ears with both hands, missing the opportunity the Human Knight had created for a pincer attack.

The demoness’s lower half was a flowing skirt that appeared to have no legs at all, and after separating from her upper body, it quickly turned into a puff of blue smoke and dissipated. Such an injury would undoubtedly be fatal for a creature with a physical body, but it wasn’t the same for a spectral entity like the demoness, composed of energy.

Her upper body swiftly rose, burrowing into the ceiling, and disappeared once again from Lancelot’s vision; soon his Spirit Perception could no longer sense the specter. But he remained highly vigilant, ready to detect the demoness the moment she emerged from anywhere.

Lancelot’s attention briefly shifted to check on his companions, and to his surprise, even the skeletal Clone Well was affected by the demoness’s screech, collapsing on the ground with rolled-back eyes. Lancelot knew the guy enjoyed playing dead, but this time he wasn’t acting. Without a proper body to cover his ears, Clone Well had no choice but to endure the maddening shriek of the demoness.@@novelbin@@

Little Isha wasn’t affected at all. Being an Undead herself, she was immune to the negative energy attack in the demoness’s wail, and as a vampire, her hearing range was akin to that of a bat’s. The high-frequency shriek of the demoness was just somewhat loud to her, far from unbearable.

She didn’t attempt to assist Lancelot either, knowing her Cold Iron Dagger would not inflict any harm on the demoness. But that was fine; her vampire teacher had repeatedly emphasized that a Wanderer’s greatest contribution to the team wasn’t combat, and little Isha had taken this to heart.

Thanks to her diligent training and swift reflexes, the girl quickly rushed to the dying Priest’s side, propping up his head with one hand while retrieving a healing potion previously obtained from Koula with the other.

The Wanderer’s fingers were very nimble, she opened the potion bottle’s cap without needing another hand’s assistance, then lifted the visor of the Priest’s helmet and poured the pale red liquid into Alamir’s mouth.

The Elf’s originally pale face immediately turned rosy, and he slowly opened his eyes, only to see the little vampire hastening towards Kalalin.

The Priest grabbed the shield emblazoned with Shuni’s emblem and pushed himself up to a kneeling position with its support. He knew the team was in serious trouble, and there was a reason Isha chose to save him first. His healing abilities were critical for his companions to continue fighting, and the girl surely wouldn’t mind him not thanking her properly right now.

“Beautiful and benevolent lady of fire magic, your devout follower prays to you, please bless me with the power of life…”

As he silently prayed, the female figure with dense hair on the shield gradually lit up. Faced with an extremely critical situation, the Priest unhesitatingly used his once-daily ability to channel Divine Power.

A ‘door’ to the plane of Positive Energy opened within him, and the surging force of life poured out from it. Under the Priest’s guidance, it showered every companion around him.

He kept the inner ‘door’ open as long as he could, but the healing effect of this ability was only effective for near-death and critical injuries and did not fully restore the recipients. As soon as the channeling of Divine Power ended, he immediately began preparing his next Divine Arts, a group-cast Healing Word, and readied a 4th circle spell slot for Circle Upcasting to enhance the healing effect.

Just then, Lancelot suddenly charged toward the priest, shouting loudly,

“Alamir, dodge!”

Engrossed in prayer, Alamir was startled for a moment. Bruto might have been able to react, but the priest clad in full heavy armor could not. Still, he sensed something amiss and instinctively lifted his head, only to see a succubus suddenly appearing on the ceiling.

“It’s over…”

Facing that terrifying visage hurtling toward him, the elf’s heart filled with despair. But something wrapped around his waist and jerkly pulled him back, preventing the succubus from passing right through him.

What saved his life was none other than a vine summoned by Lancelot. However, the succubus’s claws, filled with corruptive power, still brushed his legs. Alamir felt as if a part of his life had been drained away; his legs gave out, and he could barely stand upright with the support of his shield.

The elf was terrified inwardly. A priest’s constitution was not like that of a dwarf warrior. If the succubus had landed a clean hit, Bruto might have been severely injured, but he would surely be enjoying the bliss of the Divine Kingdom of the Fire-haired Lady.

Alamir was certainly not afraid of death. What he feared was the inability to continue fulfilling his duty, to let more lives understand the greatness of love. From the Succubus Paladin, he had witnessed the true power of love, giving him some ideas. The humiliating times he had endured in the Succubus Palace might not have been meaningless after all.

After coming back from the instant fortress, Alamir found his mission in the Abyss: to replicate the miracle of Elothysia, whether by himself or by his companions, it didn’t matter.

While these thoughts raced through the elf’s mind, less than a second had passed. The succubus, missing her target, emitted an angry shriek, and the terrifying sound waves attacked once more.

But this time, the succubus’s shriek was immediately interrupted. Acheron had been preparing a ranger’s ritual magic since earlier. The moment the enemy appeared, he completed the final gesture required for casting.

Lancelot, who was rapidly closing in on the succubus, suddenly noticed that all sounds around him had vanished. The succubus’s dreadful scream turned into a silent, comical gaping. Based on the magical knowledge introduced to him by Kalalin, he knew this was the effect of a Silence Spell. Unlike his Soundproof Barrier that only blocked the transmission of sound, within the range of the Silence Spell no sound could be produced at all, so there was no chance of being ‘burst’ by powerful sound energy.

Within the Silence Spell’s range, any spell that required incantations or prayers could not be cast, meaning Kalalin and Alamir were affected as well. But amidst the succubus’s piercing screams, nobody could maintain the concentration needed for casting spells, so it didn’t make much of a difference.

This had no effect whatsoever on Lancelot. His speed instantly increased by a third, leaving afterimages behind him. Frostslash, emanating a cyan Sword Aura, thundered towards the enemy, stabbing straight into the succubus’s chest!

But the empty sensation in his hands made his face change color; Lancelot realized that, like Bruto and due to instinctual thinking, he had made a terrible mistake.

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