The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 418: Chapter 432 Critical Situation

“What do you mean?” Lancelot asked curiously, “Does the Abyss suppress the power of Aira’s King Consort?”

“Oh my, boss, you don’t even know this?”

Clone Well, who was nearby, exclaimed in surprise, while Lancelot, very casually, spread his hands and said to the skull:

“No one ever taught me, how would I know…”

“It’s normal for you not to know,” Kalalin shook his head, “but for residents of the outer planes, being away from their native plane always feels like a rejection, as noticeable as a different smell in the air. So for them, this is indeed common knowledge.”

“What do you mean?” Bruto also asked curiously, “How come I feel nothing…”

“Because you and I are both born on the Prime Material Plane, belonging to mortal races without inherent alignment attributes,” Kalalin went into full Scholar mode, completely ignoring the Demons outside the walls that had regrouped and were approaching again. “All native inhabitants of other realms inherently possess some alignment tendencies. For example, the Aira Celestials are inherently chaotic good, while the Bartez Devils are lawful evil according to the planes that spawned their races. Even if they later adopt different moral views and ways of acting, like our familiar Elothysia or a fallen Angel, their inherent alignments remain unchanged.”

“Similarly, each extraplanar realm also has its own alignment tendencies, such as the Bottomless Abyss, which is chaotic evil, and the Seven Heavens, which is lawful good. When a creature with inherent alignment attributes enters a plane that conflicts with its alignment, its strength, reactions, spiritual power, and other attributes are all suppressed.”

“For the Airas, the evil tendency of the Abyssal Plane conflicts with their own good nature. However, if they were in Barto Hell, the Airas would find the experience even worse, to the extent where even taking a deep breath could suffocate them. This is because the Nine Hells not only have an evil alignment but also a lawful one, which completely conflicts with the Airas’ innate chaotic good nature.”

“The only exception is the Prime Material Plane, the place where you, I, Bruto, and Alamir, and other mortal races were born and live. Creatures of any alignment don’t feel rejected because the Prime Material Plane itself has no alignment tendencies.”

“For the same reasons, we mortals born on the Prime Material Plane don’t have inherent alignment attributes, so wherever we travel to, we don’t feel the plane’s inherent rejection.”

As Lancelot listened with interest, he thought about his own cultivation. Spiritual cultivators absorb nature’s spiritual energy. When he cultivated in the Abyss, the True Yuan he formed was quite ‘violent’, and even after being refined by the miraculous Cauldron Immortal Technique, it still felt like Phil’s Goblin explosives when used.

Besides regular Qi cultivation, much of the True Yuan in his body also originated from foundation establishment, absorbing spiritual energy from Spirit Stones, a significant portion of which came from the Seven Heavens, the home plane of his Succubus Paladin lover’s Angelic partner. Those energies indeed gave him a sensation completely opposite to the Abyssal Spiritual Qi. The True Yuan, once refined, became more stable and serene. However, after being processed by the Cauldron Immortal Technique, it all mixed together, causing no discomfort in battle. In contrast, it only needed to be specially separated when he intended to use Abyssal Aura to intimidate a ‘Demon’ or utilize a Demon’s advancement abilities.

At that thought, Lancelot suddenly became curious. What would happen if the spiritual energy from Mount Heaven was used to advance Demons? Would the Succubi no longer crave human flesh? Would the Berserk Demons grow swan-like wings?

The Demons leaping onto the city walls interrupted his musings. At this moment, Finliel and Cang Ye were entangled in fierce combat high in the sky, unable to restrain the large army of Demons. Although King Consort’s recent surprise attack had killed a substantial number of enemies, the number of Demons remaining still outnumbered the defenders by more than five times. They were now charging at the base of the wall, stepping on the slightly softened corpses of their kind to jump upwards.

Lancelot swung his Great Sword, cleaving a Coward Devil’s body in two mid-air; Bruto’s Warhammer whooshed past him, toppling a Berserk Demon about to launch itself; Alamir raised a Shield bearing the Emblem of Shuni, summoning divine flames; Koula hurled bottle after bottle filled with a deep green liquid, which was a strong acid that Demons held no resistance against.

The only one who seemed to be slacking was Kalalin. The Scholar held a sling, launching stones with less-than-stellar accuracy. However, given the dense crowd of enemies below, precision was not needed, and the stone projectiles he used were not ordinary stones but Metal Spheres forged from cold iron. Any Demon struck was torn apart, their power close to matching the arrows fired by Archers above.

Of course, there was also Clone Well, the skeleton, who completely blended himself into the landscape as if he was part of it, stirring up troubles here and there. Surprisingly, the effect was unexpectedly good.

Everyone was fighting fiercely, but the number of enemies was simply too great, and the defenders couldn’t stop the Demons from storming the walls. Luckily, the space atop the wall was limited, and at this point, the Demons mingled their low-rank cannon fodder with middle-rank elite infantry, which managed to somewhat balance out the combat strength locally, preventing an immediate collapse of the defenses.

But high-rank Demons were inherently tougher than their lower-ranked counterparts, especially since they shamelessly used their weaker kin as shields against attacks. As time passed, the proportion of elite infantry among the Demons on the wall grew higher and higher, and the defenders’ disadvantage became increasingly clear.

Lancelot and his four companions formed a triangular formation, with the Human Knight wielding the Great Sword at the forefront, like the prow of a ship splitting waves, smashing the charging Demons to smithereens; Bruto and Alamir on either side, although both were outstanding warriors, couldn’t directly face the tidal wave of Demons and could only stand on the less pressured flanks to protect Kalalin and Koula in the middle.

There actually was another skeleton at the very back of the formation, but because it was so small in size, the group’s formation appeared less diamond-shaped.

“Boss! Master! I can’t hold on much longer!” Lancelot heard the skeleton’s wail in his mind, as it was using its polished and sturdy forehead to block the encroaching Demons’ attack. “Should we retreat?”

Hearing this, Lancelot looked around and saw that the nearby defenders had clustered into small tight formations, resembling isolated islands wavering in a storm, bound to be submerged, just a matter of time. He was about to issue the retreat order, but then he felt a peculiar fluctuation. In the next second, the world changed. The surroundings suddenly darkened, the sky turned deep blue, and unprecedented silver specks appeared. It was like the night sky of another world had descended upon this place.

A surge of joy filled Lancelot’s heart. At last,{“} it had arrived!

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