The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 320: Chapter 234 Setting Off Again

(Damn, I got the title wrong again, it should have been Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Four.)

Alamir rose again after resting for four hours. As an elf, he could achieve full rest more quickly through meditation. But today’s situation was different, his companions were still injured, so as soon as he awoke, he used all his newly restored spellcasting abilities to cast Healing Divine Arts and then returned to the state of meditation.

A priest’s available Healing Divine Arts include the 1st circle Healing Spell, the 2nd circle Healing Prayer, and the 3rd circle Mass Healing Word. There are no healing spells in the 4th circle of Divine Arts, but he could use a 4th circle spell slot to Circle Upcast for better effects.

Among the above Divine Arts, the Healing Spell is effective for a single person, while Healing Prayer and Mass Healing Word can affect six creatures at the same time. However, the Healing Prayer provides the best recovery effect since it is a Ritual Spell that requires a lengthy ten-minute prayer, whereas the other two Divine Arts need only a single word spoken with absolute determination by the priest—brief to the point of needing only one gesture, making them more suitable for use in combat.

Moreover, his ability to channel Divine Power could also heal severe injuries, but wielding Divine Power puts a great strain on the body, and it is also an ability best suited for quick deployment in battle. Since it was not a time for combat, the priest naturally used his precious spellcasting ability on the more effective Ritual Spells.

As a Priest of the Domain of Life, his Healing Divine Arts were already extremely effective, and each time he cast spells on others, Alamir too would receive healing. The glow filled with life energy lit up again and again in the dark cave, and most of his companions were not awakened by the warm and comfortable light, but rather slept even more soundly.

Except for a certain dwarf. Bruto grunted and groaned as he woke from his slumber, looking as if a good dream had been interrupted.

Dwarves truly are like stone, both in their temperament and physical characteristics. They could resist magic with negative effects and were also not fond of Divine Arts that brought healing, though this did not mean that Healing Divine Arts were ineffective on them, just slightly less so. In fact, even a Succubus could accept Healing Divine Arts quite well, the only one allergic to these Healing Divine Arts was little Koula.

Lancelot had previously heard Kalalin explain the concept of positive and negative energy: all living beings possess life energy, which is positive energy, and this naturally includes demons and devils native to the lower planes. The negative energy is what awakens the Undead from their eternal slumber and allows them to walk the earth once more. Hence, the same Divine Arts that heal others were as dangerous to her as sunlight.

After Bruto woke up, he urgently wanted to know the outcome of the battle and seemed to have no intention of sleeping further. Therefore, Lancelot let Koula rest and took on the ‘night watch’ task for the next four hours with the dwarf. He told Bruto in detail about what had happened afterward, including the shortsword they found and the decision he had made.

“Us dwarves certainly can’t make this thing, but why make it so fancy, is it necessary?” Bruto played with the Starlight Strike, questioning it. From the way he was reluctant to put it down, Lancelot knew the dwarf actually liked the beautiful shortsword very much, but refused to admit it for the reasons he had already stated, “But you made the right decision. I would have done the same.”

“I’m glad you see it that way,” Lancelot nodded, “Sorry, I should have waited until you woke up.”

“It doesn’t matter, you should make the decisions for these kinds of things. Besides, my performance today was too terrible,” Bruto ruefully slapped his forehead, “I can’t believe I fainted. That’s just… not very dwarven of me!”

“We all performed pretty badly today, it was little Isha who pulled the whole thing back from the brink of disaster,” Lancelot said with relief, patting his pocket at his waist, “Remember when we first met her? Who would’ve thought that the girl, once like a startled little animal, could grow to such an extent today…”

“Ha! You sound like a proud father,” Bruto chuckled, “But isn’t that just how you humans are? It only takes a decade or so to reach adulthood, and then a few more decades to start aging. Us dwarves have a saying, you’ve just made friends with a human, and he’s already entrusting his offspring to you…”@@novelbin@@

“Heh, I’m not just anybody, by the time your beard starts to turn gray, I’ll probably still look the same,” Lancelot said with an inscrutable smile, “Don’t worry, your big bro won’t become your great-uncle.”

“Tsk, it’s just that elven blessing, huh? Those folks who live in trees live more than twice as long as dwarves, doesn’t living that long get tiring…” Bruto said, rotating his neck, “Why do I still feel so weak? That Alamir guy’s healing divine arts aren’t very effective…”

“The priest said that a succubus’s touch directly depletes the life force of living beings, and he has yet to master the divine arts to dispel it. Luckily, the effect will slowly weaken over time. Do you want to rest a bit more? I’m enough to handle things here,” Lancelot suggested to Bruto. His own life force had fully recovered, at the cost of a large amount of True Yuan. Even after meditating and cultivating qi for four hours straight, his dantian was still half empty.

“I’ve already slept way too much,” Bruto shook his head, “It feels a bit like a severe cold, so I’ll definitely get better if I just sweat it out. I think I need to lift some heavy stuff, and then take a couple of laps around… Hmm, that stone looks pretty good…”

“Keep it down,” Lancelot told the dwarf who suddenly ran off, “The others are still resting!”

“Got it!” The dwarf called back without turning, filled with enthusiasm.

Lancelot shook his head helplessly and cast a soundproof barrier and threw it over. This small divine skill from the Qi Refinement Realm performed poorly against the shrieking of the succubus. However, it proved quite effective in blocking the heavy breathing noises from the dwarf’s physical exertion.

As midnight approached, everyone gradually woke up. Time was tight, so Koula heated up some toast on the fading campfire and distributed it among everyone, with sweet bread accompanied by the jam Melanthan had bought, turning a simple dinner into something quite enjoyable.

Halfway through the meal, the elven ranger also returned from outside and joined them. Acheron also only needed four hours of rest and had gone out for a stroll beforehand.

“How’s it looking out there?” Lancelot greeted while passing a slice of toast smothered with raspberry jam to the elven ranger.

“A patrol passed by half an hour ago, heading in the same direction as us,” Acheron said quickly, swallowing the toast, “From the tracks they left, it should be two berserk demons with dozens of minions. What do you think, shall we catch up to them and take them out?”

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