The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 99 - 99 - 93 Accident

Chapter 99 – 93 Accident

Several Succubus Maids were also in the corner, and they were equally unsettled by the recent commotion, currently huddled together and discussing something.

One of the Succubi looked up and saw Alamir, her expression briefly stiffened before she sternly began,

“Alamir! Why have you returned? And you brought guests here?”

Instantly, the group of Succubi turned their heads, they only glanced at Lancelot and the two wrapped in cloaks for a moment before their attention settled on the Elf.

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The looks in the eyes of the Succubi were very complex, with concern, disdain but mostly, there was an unabashed desire.

“I bet every Succubus here has slept with an Elf,” Bruto murmured to Kalalin, who nodded ever so slightly in agreement.

“I need to recover, and the three distinguished guests insisted...”

The Elf had just begun speaking when she was abruptly cut off by a gesture from the Succubus.

“Alright, alright, do as you please. Do you know what happened above? What’s with these strange vibrations?”

“I’m not sure,” Alamir shook her head, “Everything was normal before we came down.”

While the Succubus was talking with the Elf, Lancelot had already quietly made his way to the center of the room, near a countertop, feigning curiosity as he surveyed the resting area.

Kalalin, who had been keeping an eye on Lancelot’s movements, naturally understood the signal. Under the concealing folds of his large cloak, a palm-sized mini scroll quietly unfolded, already primed with the spell “Minor Illusion.”

On the countertop was a case made of crystal, inside which lay their target, a Cross Pickaxe, casually tossed with no particular care. Aside from the faint luminescent glow on its surface, the pickaxe didn’t seem extraordinary at first glance.

But Lancelot’s Spiritual Sense told him that this item was far more special than it appeared.

Lancelot was sure that something major must have happened at Oasis Fort. The plan was just to blast a hole through an unguarded segment of the outer wall of the Succubus Palace, at most collapsing an entire wall, certainly not including the boulder that almost claimed his life.

“We’re under attack! Come out and fight!”

While the people inside the room were still staring at each other, a hoarse and ferocious voice suddenly rose directly from the depths of their hearts.

This was a High Rank Demon using its wide-range Sensory Ability to shout out to all the Demons nearby. Lancelot was startled, what exactly had happened?

He touched another small sphere in his pocket, assuring himself his worries were unfounded. That sphere was from Phil, meant to warn him in case their team encountered trouble.

The other Demons in the room jumped up, but their reactions varied. The Succubi seemed panicked, flitting about like headless flies, not knowing what to do.

Fighting was generally not the Succubi’s forte, they preferred to provoke jealousy-fueled conflicts among suitors. If fighting was inevitable, their tactic typically involved using their Charm ability to control someone, having this temporary ally take a hit for them so they could flap their bat-like wings and take off.

But the Berserk Demon Guards let out excited roars, some even entering Berserk State, casually tearing a nearby human slave to shreds as if just to vent their destructive impulses.

These giant toads leapt straight out of the large hole in the ceiling, howling as they charged outward, as though fearing the fight would end too quickly, and they’d miss out.

The remaining slaves were either foolishly standing still or smartly taking the chance to slip away. This chaos was a rare opportunity to escape; if not now, then when?

Lancelot patted the confused Alamir to get his attention.

“It’s time we left.”

“Oh, yes, of course!” The Elf quickly regained his composure, “Follow me!”

He ran to the side of the room, next to a gargoyle statue, and pulled the entire sculpture backward. A secret door on the wall immediately opened up, leading to a rather spacious spiral staircase winding upwards.

“This staircase leads directly to the stage of the great hall. Let’s go this way!”