The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 406: Chapter 420 Elves Front

The brown-yellow radiance of the Curse Magic System’s spells flashed by, and a vast amount of milky white spider webs were magically conjured out of thin air, hanging on the floor, pillars, and ceiling, forming barrier after barrier. These spider webs were extremely sticky, only agile movement techniques could dodge them, but those Berserk Demons in heavy armor, charging with shields, had a hard time reacting in time and slammed into the webs head-on.

These spider webs secured precious time, allowing the defenders to fully deploy their formation, with every archer finding a good vantage point, while the trapped demons became live targets. Still, some Berserk Demons struggled free of the webs through brute force, but they had lost their momentum, and the waiting elves warriors were ready for them.

As Middle Rank Demons, the most remarkable attribute of the Berserk Demons was actually their constitution. Those barely making it to the front lines were already pierced by seven or eight arrows and simultaneously attacked by at least three weapons from both sides, but one should never underestimate the combat power a seemingly almost-dead demon could unleash.

Continually, warriors were severely wounded by the dying strikes; claw hits or bites from the Berserk Demons, but fortunately, no one had died yet. Whenever someone got injured, another warrior would immediately swap out the wounded comrade, and little Isabella would rush over to take care of the injured, bandaging their wounds. Perhaps due to the talents of the Blood Race, wounds tended by her would always stop bleeding quickly, and Koula would then pour a potion of her own making into the mouths of the injured.

The cooperation of the two had an immediate effect, and Alamir who was ready to cast the Healing Divine Art found himself with no need to assist and simply found a high spot, turning into a Holy Fire Technique artillery.

Lancelot and Bruto, not familiar with the elves’ battle formation, their body sizes would disrupt the tidy defensive line. They and some other non-Elf Race warriors gathered on the flanks of the line, protecting their comrades’ sides.

Demons have always despised orderly formations, but they also knew such formations were not easy to provoke, so many that broke through the spider webs attempted to trouble the sides. Lancelot had especially bad luck, being tall among humans and emanating a subtle aura that made ‘Fiends’ apprehensive, causing them to subconsciously avoid him, leaving him to stand idly by.

However, Lancelot didn’t break ranks to attack alone and remained shoulder to shoulder with the others. Apart from being a knight, he was an experienced commander and knew very well the importance of tight infantry formations.

Bruto was much happier, as several Berserk Demons charged towards him, but demons often focused on taller enemies—such minions that regularly fought elves instinctively judged threats based on size, and the Dwarf, resembling a barrel, was fatally overlooked.

A lifetime of working beside forges gave Bruto a special technique: he could make a massive noise on the metal surface with his hammer. One could only see him slamming his hammer onto the knee of a Berserk Demon in armor, followed by a deafening sound to everyone’s ears, then watching that Berserk Demon wailing and clutching its knee, losing balance and falling to the ground.

The same thing happened several times, and everyone realized that the Dwarf was making such a commotion on purpose. These kind-hearted warriors didn’t think much of it, thinking Bruto was trying to demoralize the enemy, but only Lancelot noticed the Dwarf’s true intent:

Each time the impact sounded, they knew he had taken down another enemy.

While the technique didn’t add extra damage to the Dwarf’s hammer strikes, Bruto himself enjoyed it like a child. Although in reality, no one cared, the proud young Dwarf always wanted to prove himself. However, one had to admit, Bruto was quite skilled at dealing with demon frogs, hitting the weakest part of the lower half of the Berserk Demons accurately every time.

The entry of the Throne Hall had entirely become a slaughterhouse for demons, where every time about a dozen Berserk Demons rushed through the main door, less than a third could make it to the frontline, and then they were thoroughly dismembered by the tightly-formed warriors with a variety of weapons. Just as everyone was getting into the swing of the slaughter, a Radiant Cloud Angel appeared from the Portal and shouted excitedly to the crowd before fully taking in the situation:

“It’s all clear! Come this way!”

The crowd rustled, and the intensity of the attack weakened significantly, allowing dozens of Berserk Demons to successfully rush to the front of the formation, plunging the defenders into chaos.

“Hold your positions!” By the standards of an elf, Kaladray had a rather loud voice. The Elf Captain roared angrily, “Ocryn, look around, don’t add to our confusion!”

The Radiant Cloud Angel realized he had caused trouble, but he immediately made amends—Aira, the towering giant, took out his weapon, a thick and long chain with thorn-like spikes on it. At that moment, the chain glittered with bright metallic light, and though it wasn’t as dazzling as the Holy Warrior’s Evilbane Slash, the effect on the Fiends was equally significant. Lancelot had never before seen Berserk Demons howling in such agony. The faltering defensive line quickly steadied once again.

“How’s the situation over there?” Seeing the situation stabilize slightly, the Great Elder Quirion finally had a moment to ask the returning Radiant Cloud Angel, “Is it safe?”

“There’s a grand hall that side, guarded by six Seducer Demons, but those guys were no match for us three.” The towering Radiant Cloud Angel shrugged, “When I left, there were still four, but by now probably none, though it’s possible that other Demons might hear the commotion and come running…”

“Good.” The old elf nodded and turned to instruct the Elven female Mage behind him, “Leah, you go first and prepare the Teleportation Array, Kaladray! We need to divide some people to protect her!”

“Twenty from each side, withdraw formation!” The Elf Captain immediately shouted, “Some Archers go too, we can still hold on here!”

At his words, the elves quickly sprang into action, the warriors on both sides of the frontline orderly retreated from the ranks, and some archers who were further from the Portal jumped down from their positions, gathering around the Elven female Mage.

“You guys go straight on through,” the Radiant Cloud Angel waved to the group, “I’ll stay here to help out.”

“Lancelot, you go too!” Kaladray shouted to the Human Knight, “Leave the rearguard to us!”

“I’m fine!” Lancelot shook his head. Behind him, Kalalin was still maintaining the Spider Web Technique, keeping a state of focused spell-casting. As the leader of this small mercenary group, he wouldn’t leave any comrade behind.

Hearing this, Kaladray did not insist further and turned back to continue commanding the battle. With nearly a third of their forces now gone, the pressure of the defense naturally increased significantly, and as more Demons breached in, the Spider Web was nearing its breaking point.

Fortunately, they didn’t need to hold out for too long. Barely two minutes later, someone again came through the Portal, shouting to everyone:

“The Teleportation Array is ready!”

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