The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 410: Chapter 424 King Consort

As the overwhelming tide of demons surged, the Succubus Paladin gnashed its talons in hatred. Its legion had almost seized victory just moments ago—but whether the defenders had prepared reserves in advance or had suddenly received reinforcements, their faltering defenses had unexpectedly held.

As a high-ranking officer, Abbarhas possessed all the traits a demon should: it was innately deceitful and exceptionally skilled at intimidation; it could flatter anyone of value shamelessly and would betray them mercilessly once there was no reason to continue; to survive, it would do anything, including saying “please” and “thank you.”

Most importantly, Abbarhas firmly believed in its heart that it was the Abyss’s most perfect creation, and that one day, the entire universe would inevitably bow at its feet. For this, it had developed its unique worldview where, as a chosen being, anything it did was justified.

Today’s events had initially gone as the Succubus Paladin Commander had anticipated—its soldiers would capture the fortress, and it would receive the Mother of Demons’ accolades, gaining power, status, and influence, bringing it one step closer to dominating the Multiverse. Of course, that was a long-term goal; its short-term goal was to replace Ulgog. That so-called former Blood War General was a stumbling block on Abbarhas’s path to promotion and always a source of immense irritation.

But its ambition and delusions crumbled like sea foam hitting the rocky fortress ahead.

The orders of the Mother of Demons were impossible to disobey. Sacrificing its minions to die? No problem, as long as it could save its own life, why not?

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Lancelot’s Great Sword struck a Berserk Demon’s left shoulder, its blade embedding deeply into the demon’s body. With an incredulous look, the demon gazed at the man before it; it opened its mouth as if to say something, but with a fierce step forward, Lancelot pressed down with his Great Sword, splitting the Berserk Demon into two unequal halves.

This was the last enemy nearby. Lancelot wanted to catch his breath, yet the increasing clamor attracted his attention. Beyond the city walls, a fresh wave of demonic assault was rapidly approaching. Lancelot noticed that this wave contained almost no fodder such as Prime Demons, Coward Devils, or Aberrant Demons; instead, it was composed of Berserk Demons and Brezu Demons, all Middle Rank Demons.

Moreover, their gear seemed much better than that of the previous enemies; their formation during the charge was quite organized, bringing a terrifying momentum that seemed capable of overturning the fortress.

Lancelot sighed slightly, gathered a bit of True Yuan around the hand gripping his sword, and a dark red steam began to emanate from the Great Sword’s handle, making the previously moist and sticky grip dry and comfortable again.

This battle was far from over.

Inside the Throne Hall of the fortress’s main castle, the defenders’ Commanders were nervously watching a round stone table in the center of the room, upon which a magic-generated image of the fortress was displayed. The image was very clear, showing every single battle happening around the fortress as well as everything within a mile radius.

According to the information displayed on the image, the demonic army had so far only committed less than one-third of its forces, yet no one in the room appeared desperate, all thanks to the sudden appearance of ‘reinforcements’ and the news they brought.

“Are you sure it was the Starlight Strike? Was Miss Elothysia really sent to the Court of Stars?”

The speaker’s physique resembled that of an ordinary Elf, but anyone who saw him would immediately realize his extraordinary nature. This ‘Elf’ had a heartbreakingly handsome face, dressed in a deep blue night suit reminiscent of a full moon night, adorned with silver stars that complemented his silver hair.

“Yes, Your Highness Consort Finier.” The answer came from a Radiant Cloud Angel who returned with Lancelot. Since Radiant Cloud Angels were quite distinctive, their appearance might alert the Mother of Demons to an upheaval in her lair, so the three of them did not join the battle immediately, “We once followed your predecessor, Lord Eskodel, and have seen that Divine Artifact many times…”

“Eskodel was also my friend.” Upon hearing that name, the current King Consort showed no displeasure, but instead, a look of sorrow crossed his face, “Everyone in the Royal Court misses him greatly, as does the Queen.”

“Will the Queen meet with Elothysia in time?” another Radiant Cloud Angel spoke up, “I mean, she is a Tanari after all, and we might not hold out here for much longer…”

“As long as she holds the Starlight Strike, Movir won’t even wait for the guards to bring the Succubus; he will be in the prisons to find her immediately.” The current King Consort smiled, his beauty like the twinkling stars in the midnight sky, “The Queen has ways to know whether she speaks the truth or lies, and can even ‘see’ everything the Succubus Paladin has experienced. The Royal Guard is likely assembled by now and on their way here.”

“But it will still take time for them to get here.” The third Radiant Cloud Angel sighed, “The Mother of Demons herself has come this time; I worry the guards won’t last until they arrive…”

“I swear to carry on Eskodel’s legacy.” The handsome King Consort’s expression became serious, and his usual nonchalance disappeared, “This fortress will hold until the reinforcements arrive. If necessary, I will make the same choices Eskodel did; that’s why I am here.”

“We’re not at that point yet, Your Highness Consort.”

An aged voice joined the conversation. The Elves turned their heads and saw it was Quirion, the former Chief Mage of the Protectors. He seemed in better spirits than before, likely due to the thick Spellbook he was holding in his hands.

Mages, after mastering complex spells, often cannot remember them all, at least not the mortal Spellcasters. Hence, mages require Spellbooks to record their acquired knowledge, and they memorize the necessary spells beforehand each day. This means mages do not necessarily need their own Spellbooks; others’ would suffice, as long as they contain the needed spells.

“Great Elder, how many centuries has it been since our last meeting?” The previously solemn King Consort now wore a smile of encountering an old friend, “It’s unbelievable, that Human Knight who brought you back was quite miraculous…”

“I myself am still getting used to the taste of freedom.” Quirion bowed politely, “Before you take action, let us Spellcasters teach the Mother of Demons a lesson.”

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