The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 344: Chapter 358: The Goddess’s Chosen

Facing the enemies blocking his path, Lancelot’s body began to spin. A dazzling blue light emanated from Frostslash, and a slightly dimmer Sword Aura also appeared on the other side of his body.

The Zoel warriors did not recoil, confident in the capabilities of the weapons they wielded. The Dark Elves had mastered exquisite metallurgical skills, crafting every warrior’s weapon from Mithril, achieving perfect hardness and balance. Moreover, these weapons, wielded by the Matriarch’s guards, were imbued with various powerful spells, capable of dealing severe damage to enemies clad in Heavy Armor.

However, just as they were about to close in on the Human Knight, the blue light surrounding Lancelot suddenly surged, and his spinning speed also sharply increased, creating a tornado that swept up all the Zoel Elf warriors into the air.

The spin consumed the kinetic energy of Lancelot’s leap, and under the pull of gravity, his body began to descend, landing on the slanted eave of a tower. Along with him came a rain of severed limbs and splattered blood, pouring down on the Elves and Dwarves locked in fierce battle below.

All the Elves present looked up in horror at the Human Knight, who had once again leaped up, like a Grim Reaper dancing in the air. Only Bruto was familiar with this scene. He swung his Shield, embedding the sharp bottom of the shield into the thigh of a Zoel who still stood there dumbfounded. Then, his Warhammer crashed heavily on the other side of the shield, completely severing the enemy’s thigh.

“Send my regards to your evil Goddess,” Bruto said to the still screaming Zoel, then smashed his hammer into his face, quickly ending the enemy’s pain.

Lancelot’s mood was far from as carefree as his movements appeared. Although the enemies swarming him had not caused any harm, they had indeed served to obstruct him. After landing, he immediately leaped again, but the Zoel female seemed about to complete her spell.

Ross’s Priest witnessed the death of her subordinates but maintained her steady chanting and movements without a hint of disturbance or delay. To her, those males were merely expendable, their deaths justified if it meant protecting herself, a person of dignified status. The Human Knight who had suddenly appeared indeed possessed an alarming strength, but she believed that no one could withstand the power of the Goddess.

Although the enemy above was less than fifteen feet away, Lancelot knew he was too late. His empty left hand quickly formed a Dharma Seal, wrapping himself in the Qingyuan Sword and Shield, while filling every inch of his flesh with True Yuan to prepare for the impending magical attack.

In the next instant, a grey beam of light shot out from the fingers of the Zoel Priest, moving so fast that Lancelot could not possibly evade. He felt a force, completely opposite to a Healing Spell, blasting against him—a small part was blocked by the Qingyun Sword and Shield, but most of it surged into his body.

This negative energy rampaged through Lancelot’s body. Had he not been at the Foundation Establishment stage, he might have been killed by this spell then and there, but such an attack was not enough to stop him.

Within Lancelot’s body, the Life Force representing Positive Energy and the invading Negative Energy canceled each other out, creating an excruciating pain, but Lancelot, through iron will, completely ignored these negative sensations.

The approaching Human Knight was blasted into a mid-air somersault, the horrifying blue Sword Light also extinguished. High above, the Priest looked on with satisfaction at the effect of her spell. It was the strongest Divine Art she possessed—although the casting time was a bit long, its power had never disappointed her.

The Zoel female shifted her gaze away, no longer paying attention to the body that was surely dead, and turned to check on the combat situation between her subordinates and their quarry.

The scene that met her eyes infuriated her; these men were utterly useless! The Priestess drew her Serpent Head Whip, realizing she would have to take matters into her own hands. This might give her sisters a handle for attack, but her mother would not overlook her achievement of capturing the family’s most embarrassing traitor just because a few men had died.@@novelbin@@

When she would stab the traitor’s chest with her Dagger during the sacrificial ceremony, Rose would surely be very pleased with her. Perhaps she should replace her mother, who had displeased Rose, or take the opportunity to leave and become the Matriarch of a new family?

The Priestess was suddenly jolted back to awareness because the snake head on her weapon was hissing a warning. She turned her head toward the direction the great snake was staring at and saw a rapidly changing and swiftly expanding burst of blue light that filled her entire field of vision.

The sharp blade of Frostslash accurately sliced through the unprotected neck of the Priestess, separating her head from her body, as another hand quickly grabbed her hair. Before losing consciousness, the Priestess watched in horror as her headless body fell downwards, not understanding what had happened.

No! She tried to shout, I am the chosen of the Goddess, destined to be the most powerful Matriarch of Keth-Nazar, I cannot fail!

However, she was unable to make a sound, and opening her mouth caused her tongue to slip out from her throat. That soft, pink tongue, which had uttered threats, curses, and lies, followed her body to the ground, landing with a splat on the blood-stained cobblestone, bouncing a couple of times.

The Priestess’s soul felt a pulling force as the bodies of her subordinates and the twisted tower quickly receded from her view; she finally realized she was dead. Death had come swiftly, with hardly any pain felt, but the place she was about to go was not going to be like that. She felt a gaze upon her, the same kind she used to look at Zoel men with.

She found her soul already wrapped in thick cobwebs, and several thick strands were pulling her toward a realm filled with webs. Several giant spiders with many pairs of eyes waited for her on those webs, their mouths like leaky barrels, dribbling hungry saliva from their dark sharp teeth.

In the world of souls, distance is only a concept, and the Priestess suddenly found herself right below the sharp teeth of the spiders.

“No! I am a priestess of Rose, a faithful devotee of the Goddess!” the excruciating pain of her soul being torn apart caused her to scream agonizingly, but she found herself able to speak again, “You cannot devour me!”

“Oh, but Rose has never mentioned you to us,” a spider demon explained to its food, before biting off the head of her soul’s shell, “In fact, She has never mentioned anyone to us.”

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