The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 220 Madness Stance

The latter half of the monster was even more twisted, its normal skull had disappeared, and the swollen, pale-purple brain tissue was directly exposed to the air, looking like an overinflated balloon, somewhat akin to the abdomen of a queen ant. Where its neck should have been was a large mass of intertwined intestines of varying thickness, and four taut metal chains extended from its chin and the roots of its ears, anchoring the beast to the ground like ship anchors.

"What in the world is thi..."

Alamir's cry caught in his throat as a flood-like psychic assault overwhelmed his mind. The monster's form was so twisted that merely seeing it imposed a tremendous strain on the sanity of any mortal.

The hall already contained many blazing torches. The monster must have retracted its Eye of Sarezdon, which could absorb light, allowing its blasphemous shape to fully present itself before the unsuspecting crowd.

Lancelot felt a strange and twisted thought emerge in his mind, as if a persuasive voice was whispering in his ear that this was the most perfect life form in the Multiverse, and serving such a creature was the ultimate honor, that it was his rightful master...

This voice continuously echoed in his mind, almost suppressing Lancelot's own thoughts, but there was something in his brain that did not belong to this Multiverse, a small bamboo strip left by Han Tian Zun.

In his Sea of Consciousness, the bamboo strip seemed to detect these malevolent thoughts intruding, and defensively burst forth with dazzling blue light, enveloping Lancelot's small Sea of Consciousness, driving away all external spiritual powers, and bringing his consciousness back to clarity instantly.

But his teammates weren't so lucky. Bruto stood agape, completely unaware that drool had reached his beard; Kalalin's eyes were filled with madness, muttering indecipherable whispers; the Halfling, Elves, and young Vampire were walking forward unconsciously, as if to offer themselves as sacrifices to the twisted entity before them.

But there were simply too many enemies. Lancelot had fought with all his might, yet the number of demons seemed endless. He couldn't kill them as fast as they surged forward, and soon, they were surrounded.

"For the glory of Shuni!"

The Priest, who had been kneeling and praying silently, suddenly stood up. He raised his shield emblazoned with the emblem of the Lady of Flame, from which a brilliant golden light surged forth. The light rose into the air, forming a vague humanoid silhouette, but the longsword and shield in the silhouette's hands, also marked with the emblem of Shuni, were distinctly visible as if they were tangible.

The longsword in the hands of the silhouette emitted a scorching light, and demons close by immediately caught transparent flames and screamed as they were reduced to ashes. The pressure on the group decreased dramatically, allowing Kalalin to activate the Magic Scroll in his hand undisturbed. He summoned a vast quantity of thick white spiderwebs to restrict the enemies' movement.

"Well done!" Bruto shouted in approval, throwing his hammer once again. It struck the head of a trapped enemy squarely, smashing it into a pulp. The Dwarf loved the Scholar's spiderweb technique; the trapped enemies were like motionless targets, while his hammer always returned to his hand.

The others also vigorously attacked the restrained enemies with their long-range skills, with Cromwell leaving the most impressive mark. Since the enemies could not move due to being entangled in webs, the skull would fly up to their faces, open its mouth, and spit out a thick white Long Spear. This was none other than the tail of the Bone Demon they had encountered at Oasis Fort, which had been chopped off from the demon's behind with the Great Sword Glacier across a giant rock by Lancelot.

This Long Spear, made from the Demon's body, seemed to carry a special power. The bodies of the demons were like paper in its presence, easily pierced through, creating transparent holes. The skull laughed heartily, though the laughter sounded quite unpleasant with its mouth stuffed. Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

Seeing that his companions had gained control of the situation, Lancelot turned his head to face the real culprit of all these troubles, the giant floating head not far away.