The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 345: Chapter 359: Lingering Evil Spirit

Seeing the Zoel Priest fallen in battle, the Dark Elf warriors below, who were still fighting, suddenly became utterly disordered. They almost started running away at the same time, as if afraid their comrades would leave them behind.

However, there was an exceedingly skilled Ranger present with Acheron’s longbow likely imbued with some kind of magic. During the ten days everyone had spent together, they had never seen the Elven Ranger miss his target. Those fleeing Zoel Elves, having exposed their backs to such an unfailing archer, naturally met a grim fate, while Bruto also lent his “Dwarven Bow” to help, quickly laying all the enemies low.

“Really glad to see you again, Baldy,” Aksien greeted Kamoen warmly, trying to give him a hug, “We left a secret message by your mark but never saw you return. We thought something had happened to you…”

“I saw it,” Kamoen responded awkwardly to his Elf kin’s embrace, “Actually, I was nearby when you left those marks.”

“Then why didn’t you come find us sooner?” Acheron asked, puzzled, “Is it because of those chasing you…”

“I did indeed grow up in this tribe,” Kamoen glanced at the bodies on the ground, a shadow passing over his eyes, “But there was another reason I didn’t come for you. What’s the deal with that Succubus? I saw you walking with her, and she even claimed you were her servants, so I didn’t dare to approach you…”

“Just because of that?” Acheron looked astonished while the Dwarf simply shrugged in resignation.

“I’ve been here long enough to know the stupid things these supernaturally alluring demons can make people do,” Baldy Kamoen spread his hands, “But I guess there’s more to the story?”@@novelbin@@

“Her situation is similar to yours,” Lancelot also jumped down from the eaves at this point, “We’ll explain in detail later, we need to leave now, as many enemies are quickly approaching.”

“Similar to me?” Kamoen paused, but immediately started running to keep up with the others, “What do you mean, is she also in disguise? But that unique aura of the Succubi…”

“No, she’s a genuine Succubus,” Acheron replied with a happy smile, “and also a Holy Warrior.”

The bald Zoel Elf didn’t react at first, but from his gradually widening mouth, it was clear he realized what being a Holy Warrior actually implied.

He wanted to ask more, but the leading Human Knight suddenly changed direction, almost causing him to miss the corner they needed to turn. He had too many questions in mind, and this suddenly appearing Human Knight was unbelievably strong, a character he had never heard of before, though the style of their armor was vaguely familiar, probably Dag’s craftsmanship…

But he knew now was not the time to satisfy his curiosity. The pursued Zoel closed his mouth and focused on keeping up with the others’ pace.

Lancelot, although he had only strolled through the city admiringly with Kalalin for a day, had nearly photographic memory aided by Foundation Establishment and fully activated Spirit Perception, allowing him to navigate through the city as adeptly as a Quasimodo Demon who had lived there for many years.

After crossing several blocks, he was sure they had shaken off the pursuing Zoel and could catch a brief breath.

“Huff… huff… huff…”

Bruto leaned on his knees, gasping heavily. The Dwarf’s strong muscles allowed him to move freely even in heavy armor, but his short stature meant that he had to exert more energy to keep up with his taller companions when running.

“I say, why are we running…” Bruto simply plopped down on the ground, “Who cares who it is, let’s just fight…”

His words were cut off by the scene in front of him. Lancelot leaned on his longsword, beginning to cough violently, spitting out large amounts of dark, tainted blood—clearly, he had been gravely injured.

“Damn, big brother, are you alright?” The Dwarf hurried over to support Lancelot. In his memory, the invincible Human Knight had never been so seriously wounded.

“It’s nothing.” Lancelot patted the Dwarf’s shoulder and stood up straight. His injuries didn’t seem as severe as they looked, and he felt much better after spitting out the tainted blood. Although the Zoel Priestess’s spell was indeed terrifying, his Foundation Establishment Stage was not so simple to overcome, and now the Cauldron Immortal Technique was continuously operating, repairing the damage caused to his body by the negative energy impact.

“Goddess above, who are you really?” Kamoen looked incredulously at Lancelot, “I’ve never heard of anyone taking a hit from Death Finger and being fine…”

“One hit is manageable, but a few more would be dangerous. I just sensed three other presences like that priestess, rapidly approaching us, so we had to run immediately,” Lancelot explained to everyone, then took off his Iron Gauntlet and reached out to the rescued Dark Elf, “We haven’t been formally introduced yet. My name’s Lancelot, and this is Bruto…”

Zoel was somewhat unfamiliar with human rituals, but the meaning of this gesture was not hard to guess. He grabbed Lancelot’s hand, letting the other man firmly shake his palm, while the Dwarf on the side waved his fist at him by way of a greeting.

“… We are planning to sneak into the fortress outside the city to steal the demons’ battle plans,” Lancelot said, releasing his hand, “Acheron mentioned a Spy who has been lurking here indefinitely, and could definitely provide useful information for our operation, so we…”

Lancelot suddenly stopped speaking and turned his head in a particular direction.

“What’s up?” Bruto felt a sinking premonition, “I don’t want to run again…”

“Here they come again, let’s go!” Lancelot grabbed the Dwarf off the ground and started running in the opposite direction.

“Ah…” the Dwarf sighed heavily, waited a few seconds, and then began to slap Lancelot’s arm, “Put me down, I can run by myself…”

About ten minutes later, Lancelot signaled everyone to stop. Using his Spirit Perception’s sensory ability, he cleverly looped around, leading their pursuers to run ahead of them.

“Ah, I can’t do this anymore…” the Dwarf collapsed on the ground, “At last, we’ve shaken them off, these guys really are persistent…”

“I fear not,” the Dark Elf suddenly drew his twin blades, bowed solemnly to everyone and said, “Lancelot, Bruto, it was a pleasure to meet you, and old buddy Acheron, it’s really good to see your face again. I’m afraid I can no longer proceed with you, otherwise my kin will forever be right behind us.”

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