The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 279: 273: Fleeing in Embarrassment

Chapter 279: Chapter 273: Fleeing in Embarrassment

This might be the weirdest scene Lancelot had ever witnessed. The seducing demons had heads like leopards, a pair of huge arms resembling lobster claws, a pair of smaller arms like those of humanoid creatures, and backward-bending legs similar to a goat’s—they just didn’t have wing-like appendages.

Yet, oddly enough, they were flying behind Lancelot at that moment, like a flock of water birds poised to hunt their prey.

In fact, the innate spell-casting ability of the seducing demons allowed them to cast the Flight Spell once a day. Since the spell only lasted ten minutes, they would not easily use this spell before spotting their prey.@@@@

Although Lancelot, running on the ground, was extremely agile in his movement technique, the flying seducing demons took advantage of their weight to forcibly clear the dense branches in midair, allowing them to move in a straight line. As a result, the distance between them continued to shrink.

Seeing this, Lancelot began to make sharp changes in direction incessantly, trying to shake off the enemies behind him. Although he was not familiar with this swamp, he could still roughly sense where the dangers lay and which paths led to a dead end.

The more the seducing demons chased, the more amazed they felt. Could the one below really be a human knight in heavy armor? He was running too fast!

Demons are not creatures of great patience. On any other occasion, they would have given up the chase long ago, but the red-haired girl in the human knight’s arms was like a red cloth in a matador’s hands, continuously taunting the nerves of these wild beasts.

She was the captive ordered by the Mother of Demons to be brought back. If they returned empty-handed, it was certain that some heads of seducing demons would roll across the floor of the Bone Castle. Would the Mother of Demons kill them all to vent her anger? No, she would most likely pick one or two unluckies, but who could assure they wouldn’t be the unlucky ones?

Upon realizing that they wouldn’t be able to catch up with this slippery ‘rat’ within the effective time of the Flight Spell, the seducing demons used their most powerful magical ability. As Lancelot was frantically running, he only heard a single word uttered from the mouth of the nearest demon, followed by a fearsome energy directly assaulting his Sea of Consciousness.

This was the Eighth Circle spell, Commanding Word of Intimidation, which the seducing demons could use once a day. This powerful magic had no lengthy casting process, only requiring the utterance of one potent word to shock an opponent within the caster’s view into a state of intimidation by overwhelming their will, making it very hard to resist. Nearly all middle rank demons would be affected by this spell, let alone ordinary human adventurers.

The little girl, Isa, fared even worse. Commanding Shock was a magic that targeted through sight, and Lancelot’s movement technique was too unpredictable, while the girl’s bright red hair made her very conspicuous amidst high-speed movement, inadvertently drawing the attention of the demons.

Vampires didn’t have protective treasures like the small bamboo slip, and Isa was inevitably affected. Her gaze completely lost focus, her body stiffened as if in shock, but fortunately, it was a controlling Technique and didn’t cause actual harm. Otherwise, the vampire might have been blasted into a mist by now.

Another Commanding Shock came, and still, it couldn’t break through the green light of the protective barrier produced by the small bamboo slip, but the shockwave was enough to make Lancelot taste blood in his throat, and he couldn’t hold back a mouthful of blood, spraying it all over the girl’s face in his arms.

The scent of fresh blood triggered the vampire’s instincts, and Isa, without thinking, extended her tongue to lick the blood near her mouth. So sweet was the taste, so rich the power it contained, that she snapped back to her senses instantly.

She felt her face was wet and instinctively withdrew one hand that had been wrapping around Lancelot’s neck, wiping her face with it.

“Ah!” The sight of her blood-covered hand startled the young girl into screaming. Her brother was bleeding? Could it be a severe injury? The blood smelled so good, and now that it was already out, it couldn’t go to waste...

Without thinking, Isa licked her fingers, the sweet taste blanking her mind momentarily, completely overtaken by a ravenous hunger. By the time she realized what she had done, her palms and cheeks were licked clean.

The girl’s face turned even redder than her hair in an instant. What was she doing? He hadn’t noticed, had he? She really was a wicked, shameless woman—would he come to hate her for this...

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