The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 329: Chapter 343 Fame Outside

As if to comply with his words, the cage did indeed crash down again, its position just a little off from before. Everyone looked up and discovered that Acheron was looking at them all with an embarrassed face, but fortunately, not a single part was missing from his body, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’m so glad to see you all so soon,” the Elf Prince said somewhat sheepishly, “Come on up, everyone. I promise there won’t be any problems this time…”

Lancelot examined the cage carefully with his Divine Sense and, after confirming there was nothing amiss, cautiously stepped into the cage. Seeing him go up, the others followed and kept their distance from the handle.

“The lift is about to start, please stand firm and hold on!” Acheron said cheerfully as he pulled down the handrail.

The cage trembled slightly before the ground swiftly receded from them. Even though Lancelot had experienced the sensation of flight using the Transformation Ring, this situation still felt very novel to him. From above, the shanties around the square looked like festering wounds on the ground, the twisted towers in the distance resembled a forest of dead pines, and the Cang Ye colossus at the center appeared even more eerie and unsettling.

Lancelot found himself reminiscing about the experience of bombing Oasis Fort and wishing Phil would come up with something more powerful. It was unclear whether this sentiment was driven by a disdain for evil or an influence from the Abyss.

With a clang and a shake, the iron cage reached the top of the structure. Lancelot’s gaze shifted from the scenery and turning around, he noticed a ten-foot-square balcony behind him with a door leading inside the building. A Flomos, mouth preoccupied with a bone and looking well fed, was coming out.

The winged demon shook its wings, ready to fly away from the balcony, but upon glancing at the people inside the cage, its expression changed suddenly, appearing startled. It actually tumbled off the edge of the balcony and only just remembered its wings before hitting the ground, flapping away.

On the balcony, a Goblin with wrinkled grey-green skin was looking at them unfriendly, holding a control stick in hand.@@novelbin@@

“We all here this time?” the Goblin asked Acheron in a raspy voice. “You stupid Elf?”

“All here, all here!”

Bruto was the first to jump out of the cage; Dwarves didn’t like being on anything shaky and certainly didn’t appreciate being in a cage operated by a Goblin. The others followed suit, making their way out fish-line style while Acheron, watching the Flomos fly farther away, curiously asked:

“What’s up with that guy? Was he maybe scared off by that big toad you took down earlier?”

“Maybe,” Lancelot shrugged, “Maybe I was a bit too forceful just now…”

“Your whole body was emitting black energy; it was quite frightening,” Kalalin shrugged, “But it’s not like it was enough to scare a Flomos like that…”

“Pah, we’ve killed no less than eighty of those stupid birds in the Great Abyss, if not a hundred, maybe it sensed our killing aura.” Bruto adjusted the hammer hanging at his waist, the weapon forged by a father for his son possessed a magic that allowed it to automatically return to its master’s hand. The Dwarf had mastered the skill of hammering flying creatures out of the sky, which he dubbed ‘the Dwarf’s Bow and Arrow’.

Among them all, only Elothysia knew what truly struck fear into the demons—the Abyssal Aura emitted by the Human Knight. Lancelot had explained to her the principles of his practice of absorbing nature’s spiritual energy for cultivation, so the Succubus understood what was happening, but to other demons, it really was terrifying.

That kind of aura was a mark of Lord Level Demons, signifying an ability to directly elevate Low Rank Demons to a higher form, as well as to inflict one of the most dreadful punishments in the Abyss: transforming a demon into an Aberrant Demon. For most demons whose lives were already miserable, that was a fate far worse than death.

Therefore, even though Lancelot only revealed a smidgen of his Abyssal Aura, it was enough to make mid-to-low tier demons subconsciously flee. Almost every demon had been through the stages of Prime Demon and Coward Devil, when life was an endless escape, always with a High Rank Demon emitting Abyssal Aura in pursuit, ingraining a fear into their very souls.

The group emerged from the cage one after another, then they passed through the entrance on the terrace, entering the ‘inn’s’ main hall.

The hall was much larger than he had expected, with a spiral staircase at the center leading to other floors of the tower, and tables and desks scattered around for the lodging guests to dine at; on the far side of the hall from them was a small room inset in the wall, with a long counter in front that seemed to be the inn’s reception.

Lancelot squinted his eyes, taking in the furnishings of the hall. His gaze unintentionally swept across the closest table to him, where several large toads were dining. These creatures resembled Berserk Demons, but their skin was as red as blood, and they were much thinner and lacked the well-defined muscles of the Berserk Demons.

Lancelot then caught sight of the food on their table, which made the stomach of the Human Knight churn: large rats, not completely dead, lay on their backs in the dishes, showing their gory innards from split-open bellies; creatures that looked like cockroaches, as big as apples, arranged in a circle around some kind of white dipping sauce; in addition, there were unrecognizable bird’s claws, brains coated with purple mucus, green translucent puddings stuffed with eyeballs…

Spiritual Cultivators really have it good, not needing to eat.

The demons that were eating noticed Lancelot’s gaze and the displeasure on his face. They seemed ready to loudly mock these newcomers, but just then, a figure rushed over from behind the counter, frantically running to block in front of Lancelot and his group.

“Ah, my lord, your esteemed presence truly graces our establishment, I apologize for not greeting you from afar, please do not take offense…”

It was then Lancelot saw the figure was a dog-headed innkeeper dressed in a luxurious robe, with a candle perched on its head, bowing repeatedly to Lancelot. While the dog-headed man was busy trying to catch his attention, several gargoyle-like demon guards hurried over. They roughly chased away the group of toads that were about to clash with Lancelot and covered the disturbing meals with a dirty tablecloth so filthy that its original color was unrecognizable.

“Do you recognize me?” Lancelot truly did not expect to be treated this way and couldn’t help but ask curiously.

“We are a chain business, our headquarters are in Mogrondale; you’ve met our warm and hospitable Halfling boss.” The dog-headed innkeeper winked at Lancelot, “Please follow me, you will definitely prefer the environment upstairs.”

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