The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 221 The Boneless Arm

He shifted Frostslash to his left hand and pulled out the Giant Sword Glacier from the Dimensional Bag with his right. Facing such a colossal creature, it was time to unleash his most powerful firepower!

As if sensing Lancelot's threat, the monster suddenly yanked out a chain buried in the ground, at the end of which was attached a pitch-black humanoid figure—Lancelot took a closer look, and sure enough, it was his old acquaintance Enrique.

But the Dark Guardian no longer looked much like a man. When they had last parted, Lancelot had slashed his left arm, but now his right arm had also mysteriously disappeared—where an arm should have been, there now extended a thick, long tentacle covered in suckers, curling around his black great sword; his legs had been amputated at the hips, and in their place were six fuzzy, spider-like claws, madly scratching at the air.

The Dark Guardian had once been a noble Paladin, but had fallen into darkness due to succumbing to his inner rage, ultimately degrading to his current wretched state. Whether he deserved it or not, Lancelot disliked seeing a once-noble knight being exploited by demons in such a manner.

He couldn't allow this to go on any longer, he had to kill Enrique once and for all to completely end the former Paladin's torment.

Enrique himself, however, was very pleased with his new body. As soon as he landed, he let out an excited shriek at Lancelot. His spider-like claws moved in a manner that made one's skin crawl, quickly appearing in front of Lancelot and slashing at the Human Knight with his sword.@@@@

Lancelot raised his hefty Giant Sword Glacier with his right hand, deflecting the enemy's strike to one side, and his left hand's Frostslash seized the opportunity to thrust directly towards the opponent's heart. It was a strike meant to be decisive, because without the enhancement of True Qi, it was nearly impossible for an ordinary human to possess his current strength and speed; there was no gap left between his block and counterattack.

But his adversary was clearly no longer within the realm of ordinary humans. Since Enrique's arms had transformed into boneless tentacles, the Dark Guardian's great sword swung back from an angle impossible for any human to achieve and almost immediately launched a series of swift strikes as fast as lightning.

Lancelot's hands moved quickly, barely fending off his enemy's frenzied assaults. Most of his knowledge about combat was based on the assumption that his opponent was human, in other words, that the sword-wielding limbs would only involve the shoulder, elbow, and wrist joints.

Bruto screamed in pain as the black liquid turned out to be some kind of digestive juice from the monster, possessing extreme corrosive properties. His armor sizzled, rapidly becoming pitted and uneven. The acid seeped through crevices in the armor, and some even splashed onto his face, causing the Dwarf to cry out vehemently.

"Bruto! Get back!"

Lancelot caught a glimpse of the Dwarf's condition out of the corner of his eye, but with Enrique proving tough to handle, he could only shout anxiously.

The Succubus Paladin was the first to rush over. She sheathed her longsword and raised her Shield in her left hand, her right hand glowing with golden light as she gently touched Bruto's nape. A powerful influx of Positive Energy surged into the Dwarf's body, immediately stabilizing his injuries. Then, grasping the collar of Bruto's breastplate, she flapped her wings and dragged her wounded companion back into the ranks of their group.

Another surge of life-filled light bathed Bruto, stemming from the Priest's Healing Divine Art. The moment Bruto was struck, Alamir began to pray immediately; however, Divine Arts indeed took longer to cast, and had it not been for Elothysia's immediate support, the Dwarf might not have lasted until the Priest completed his Divine Art.

"Thank you... why!!!!"

Bruto had just opened his mouth to express gratitude, but what came out was indeed his breakfast. No one knew what had been in that monster's digestive tract, but the black bile that sprayed out was so acrid it could make any normal-tasting mortal vomit everything in their stomach.

"That smell! It's just... ugh!!!!"

"A Dwarf already has a bad enough smell as it is." The Elf held his nose, summoning a large amount of clean water to pour over the Dwarf's head, "but you now smell like a herring that's been soaking in a latrine for two months."