The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 150 Mountain of Corpses

The blue giant's body was severed in half, and it rolled forward under the force of inertia.

But a shocking scene unfolded; despite appearing to be in great pain, the Demon that had been cut at the waist evidently had not died yet. Its upper body was struggling to crawl toward its legs as if trying to reattach them.

Lancelot quickly followed up, his sword glittering as he sliced off the Demon's arms as well.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The Demon let out another agonizing scream, now so high-pitched it resembled that of a woman. Yet it displayed a Troll-like vitality: flesh at the wounds wriggled rapidly, and countless buds of flesh began to cluster, forming new limbs; the limbs that had been severed from the body writhed on their own, desperately trying to rejoin the torso.

A stream of fire landed on the struggling body of the Demon, igniting it instantly. This was a A-level Spell: fireball released by Kalalin. Demons had high resistance to fire damage, and he had never used this spell before.

"Fire can stop its regeneration!" the Scholar yelled to Lancelot, who immediately caught on, sweeping his Longsword to gather all the severed limbs into the flames. Then he pinched a spell Technique, and several dark red Fireballs flew into the fire, causing the flames to leap up more than ten feet high and silencing the Demon's screams abruptly.

"Huff huff, looks like it's been taken care of, huh?"

It seemed as if a lot had happened, but in reality, only a few dozen seconds had passed. Delayed for a moment by the enemy's magic, Bruto had only just run up to Lancelot's side.

Lancelot looked at the Demon's body gradually turning to ash within the flames, yet his expression grew even more tense. His Spirit Perception was sounding an alarm, signaling the presence of something incredibly dangerous nearby, but he couldn't pinpoint its source.

Then, in his peripheral vision, he glimpsed something flash by, and, almost entirely on instinct, he grabbed Bruto and lunged to the side without thinking.

With a tremendous boom, an 'arm' made entirely of corpses smashed down where the two had just been standing.

Looking up along the arm, Lancelot saw the most terrifying creature he had ever witnessed in his life.

"...Don't worry, boss, I've got this,"

Mind communication was extremely efficient, and this exchange was completed almost instantaneously. Lancelot took out his seven-foot Giant Sword Glacier from the Dimensional Bag, took a deep breath, and then charged out like an arrow released from its bow.

The monster seemed to react sluggishly, it's arm only slowly rising as Lancelot was already upon it.

Leveraging the momentum of his charge, Lancelot's overhead slash was immensely powerful, the blue-glowing blade cutting into the creature's huge body like a knife through butter, leaving a terrible wound from which several severed bodies fell out, turning to ash upon hitting the ground like burnt wood.

The myriad heads of the monster screamed in unison, almost drowning out the sound of rapidly approaching wind from behind.

Almost.

The Human Knight's figure flashed eerily once more, already rolling five steps away to avoid the monster's landslide-like fist.

The Great Sword in his hand followed the motion of his rising, severing three of the creature's fingers. If one looked closely, they would see that these were actually three human legs, the thickest one—the middle finger—clearly once belonged to some man, while the smallest one and the other finger were previously part of the same body.

But he did not have time to observe these details any further, because the other arm of the monster swung over overwhelmingly, and Lancelot had to roll back twice in a row to narrowly escape the creature's attack range.

Only once back in a safe area was the Human Knight free to survey the fruits of his efforts, yet all he saw caused his brow to furrow deeply.

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The body of the monster writhed non-stop, the wound he had inflicted earlier was now indistinguishable, and from the creature's palm where the 'fingers' had been severed, new toes slowly emerged, followed by ankles, knees, thighs...

Lancelot sighed. The enemy's body was indeed as soft as cake, but he himself was like a cockroach holding a toothpick, trying to dismantle a creation beyond his comprehension.