The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 316: Chapter 320: A Different World

That was the Essence of Flame gifted to him by Baro’s master, Kaldu; most of it had been refined on the spot, leaving only a small part of the essence within the essence untouched. This essence had emerged during his Foundation Establishment, attempting to transform Lancelot’s body, but many of the Spirit Stones he used for his Foundation Establishment were provided by the Succubus’s Angel lover, which contained the Spiritual Energy of the Heavens that neutralized the influence of the Demons’ gift.

At the time, Lancelot thought the hidden dangers of the Demons’ gift had been resolved. It seemed that was not the case.

More shadows rushed towards him, and the anger in Lancelot’s heart grew even more intense. Since this was his own rage and not the effect of an external magic, the defense prohibitions in the bamboo slip were not activated.

More of the Essence of Flame was drawn from his body, their energy nearly depleted, but meeting with Lancelot’s Wood Attribute True Yuan was like adding fuel to fire. With Lancelot’s emotions running high, he naturally failed to notice anything amiss.

Additionally, this was his first time as a Spiritual Cultivator to let rage completely dominate him. Even though Lancelot was still coherent, he was likely marveling at the wonders of the Tao of Cultivation, that even his rage was more formidable than that of others.

In order to break through the hindrance of the shadows, Lancelot further stimulated the operation of his Cultivation Technique, demanding more strength from his body. Meanwhile, the Essence of Flame under such stimulation began to remodel his flesh, to better wield their power.

If this state continued, it was feared that the body of the Human Knight would undergo some permanent changes.

But suddenly, the wail of the Succubus changed; although still piercing, this time it was a genuine scream. Nearly transparent flames rose from within her, and the surrounding shadows crazily rushed back towards her.

Lancelot felt the pressure on him lighten, but in his Berserk State, he hardly thought much about it. He charged forward with a fierce lunge, his longsword flickering with dazzling red Sword Aura whirling out continuously, slicing the Succubus’s hazy phantom into hundreds of fragments, completely dissipating into the thin air.@@novelbin@@

Having lost his target, Lancelot stopped, turning around with a violent motion, his eyes blazing with a white-hot glow as if searching for the next target.

His complexion took on a strange, fiery red, not due to being overly excited or anything of that sort. The Sword Aura on his weapon had also turned from blue to orange, looking more like leaping flames rather than the previous fluctuating gemstone-like sparkles.

Those who could still stand among his allies felt a strong unease; the Human Knight seemed to be on the verge of losing control. In such a state, a person couldn’t distinguish between friend and foe and would instinctively launch into a ferocious attack against any perceived threat. No one dared to move, fearing even the slightest gesture might provoke the armored beast to misunderstand.

“Calm down, Lancelot, calm down…”

The Elven Ranger, standing a full thirty feet away, spoke up, his voice carrying an unhostile, strangely soothing melody. He unfolded his hands at a slow pace, assuming a non-threatening stance.

Surprisingly, Lancelot was indeed pacified by the Ranger and calmed down. As his anger faded, his rationality swiftly returned, and he immediately sensed the abnormalities in his body.

Though from the perspective of those around him, Lancelot merely had an unusual pallor and a strange light in his eyes, the armor concealed a much more serious condition. His nails had become long and hard, almost pushing off his iron gauntlets; and there was an itchy sensation on his back, with odd protrusions as if new limbs were about to grow.

Inside his body, the situation was even more grave, like a castle that had been bombarded by flaming projectiles, now ablaze with raging fires. Without hesitation, Lancelot tossed away his weapon and sat down abruptly, starting to operate his cultivation technique with full force to suppress the various abnormalities in his body.

The sensation was extremely uncomfortable, like the effort to hold back the urge to vomit after drinking too much. Fortunately, the condition he had just experienced did not last long, and the Cauldron Immortal Technique was also exceedingly profound, while Lancelot still had enough True Yuan to repair his body.

A few breaths later, with a sulfurous breath expelled, Lancelot opened his eyes again. He was completely back to normal, at least in the eyes of his companions.

“I’m fine now,” he said, his voice calm, reassuring everyone that the familiar Lancelot had returned. But then his expression changed, for in his Spirit Perception, some familiar presences had disappeared.

Kalalin, Alamir, and Koula were lying motionless on the ground in silence.

Lancelot felt dizzy with a clear realization: the thing he feared most had happened. Despite being a veteran Human Knight who had witnessed many similar scenes, witnessing the death of his companions still brought him immense pain; it felt like a part of his heart had been hollowed out, and no matter what happened in the rest of his life, that gap could never be filled, forever residing deep within his heart.

But things were a little different in this world.

The Succubus Paladin ran to Alamir’s side, knelt on the ground, and straightened the body of the Priest. She herself was gravely injured, but seemed to pay no mind, focusing solely on her actions.

“There’s still time, quickly bring the others here! I need Diamonds to cast spells, the bigger, the better!” After confirming that the Elf had no fatal wounds, Elothysia looked up and shouted to the others. Her voice was hoarse and urgent, yet filled with hope.

“Diamonds?” Lancelot paused, then seeming to recall something, his face lit up with joy. He reached into his Dimensional Bag, pulled out a Gem Bag, and with a flick of his hand, the bag landed firmly next to the Succubus. Elothysia casually opened the bag and discovered it was filled with sparkling, glistening diamonds that glowed like a bag of stars in the dark room.

The movements of the Succubus paused briefly; after all, diamonds are difficult for any intelligent female creature to resist.

But she quickly resumed her actions, reaching in to take out a medium-sized diamond and placing it between the closed eyes of the Elf. Then, with her hands crossed, she began to pray in the language of the Heavens. Without Clone Well’s help, Lancelot could not understand the melodious language that was like sung verse, but he could feel the devotion in the words.

As she prayed, the diamond gleamed more intensely, and Lancelot felt something familiar re-emerging within the gemstone. At a certain moment, there was a ‘crack,’ and the diamond shattered into countless tiny particles of light, forming a vague human silhouette in the air, before the Elf’s body below seemed to emit a suction, ‘pulling’ the phantom in.

Alamir’s eyes opened suddenly, and then he began to cough violently as if he had just been resuscitated from drowning.

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