The Paladin in the Abyss

"Only one at a time!" Lancelot pulled another Cold Iron Longsword from the pile of weapons on the ground and conveniently picked up a Shield, "Taking on two at once, the price doubles! You need to add another large gemstone!"

"Here you go!" Molo was already driven mad with rage, the Human Knight had just coughed up blood, and now with two attacking him together, they were determined to butcher this detestable fellow!

"Thanks!" Lancelot stuck the sword into the ground and reached out to catch the fourth mountain crystal thrown his way.

Two Berserk Demons were already charging at him, Lancelot holding the Shield, unwaveringly met them head-on.

The three bodies, sprinting at high speed, were about to collide, the two Berserk Demons' Scepters raised high above their heads, ready to smash down, but Lancelot suddenly came to a ghostly abrupt halt, catching the enemies off guard, their swings missing and striking the air.

Everyone's jaws dropped, Lancelot's sudden halt was indeed impressive, but what was most crucial was the charge he had mounted was so overwhelmingly fierce, it deceived everyone.

Lancelot still did not want to reveal his real strength, but since he had to fleece Molo, the fat sheep, today, he inevitably had to show some skills.

He had set himself up to be a master swordsman with advanced techniques, fitting the profile of a self-important Blood War Mercenary who had come to the Abyss, while at the same time concealing the inconceivable power he possessed as a Spiritual Cultivator.

A façade embedded with truth, and behind that truth lay another truth, Lancelot himself did not know if he could deceive everyone, but so long as he did not resort to using techniques like the Gathering Qi Slash, no one else, including Tijana, could possibly guess his real situation.

Besides, to deal with Berserk Demons, who possess sheer brute strength, relying on movement techniques and skills alone was enough.

In the moment the Berserk Demons missed their strike, Lancelot, already tensed like a spring, charged out once again. The two Berserk Demons, who had no time to retract their weapons, were wide open, and the Human Knight thrust out a sword cleanly and accurately into the gap of the armor over the right opponent's chest, then with a twist of his wrist, he pulverized its heart.

The heart is a Demon's weakness. No matter how severe the wounds, a berserked Demon can continue fighting without feeling pain until it dies utterly, but if its heart is destroyed, the Demon will lose the ability to act instantly as if its soul had been extracted.

The other Berserk Demon was terror-stricken, it hastily tried to pull back its weapon to defend, but Lancelot's Shield swung out much more quickly. The Shield, like a metal fan, hit the big toad squarely in the face, sending it flying backward to land on its back on the ground.

Lancelot turned around, stepped on the chest of the Berserk Demon he had just stabbed to death, and pulled out his Longsword. The already dead Demon slowly fell to the ground, its eyes still disbelievingly wide open.

The other Berserk Demon also got up from the ground, and upon seeing the sorry state of its companion, the fear in its heart temporarily overwhelmed its berserk urge. It did not rush to charge again but cautiously assumed a defensive stance on the spot, its small brain busily calculating its next move.

At the same time, the flesh lumps on the shoulders and back of the Berserk Demon swelled from congestion, with some even bursting open, releasing a stream of foul puss that exuded a smell potent enough to poison a person.

This stench was unbearable for mortals, and the Demons didn't like it either. The Succubuses gracefully covered their noses with their wings, and the attendants of other High Rank Demons also immediately used various methods, either fluttering their wings or summoning a breeze with magic, to disperse the stink that was drifting over.

"Fools! Stop using those shameful tricks and just rush in to kill him!"

Molo yelled angrily from the side. He firmly believed that the power of his Berserk Demons far surpassed that of the cunning human, and that a single successful hit would be enough to end the fight immediately.

Lancelot also quickly retreated, keeping his distance from the remaining enemy. He backed up to a large pile of weapons and planted his longsword and shield into the ground. From that metal heap, he pulled out axes, spears, short swords, hammers, and various other throwable weapons, hurling them all at the Berserk Demon.

The prepared Berserk Demon swung its scepter, blocking most of the incoming weaponry, but there were always one or two short swords or daggers that sneaked through, hiding in the shadow of larger weapons and breaking through its defense.

These slipped-through injuries were made of cold iron, specifically targeting its unprotected arms and groin area, creating wounds of varying depth. Normally, such minor injuries would heal significantly within a few breaths for a Berserk Demon, but wounds made by cold iron weapons were like a bonfire smothered by wet sand, stubbornly resisting re-ignition.

"What are you waiting for! Charge now! If you don't, I'll send Dagarin next, and once we get back to Oasis Fort, I'll flay your hide and throw you into the snake pit to feed Bashila! You know it has a taste for skinless Berserk Demons!"

The accumulation of pain from the wounds and the fear of Molo finally forced the Berserk Demon to take action. It knew it had no other choice and had to go all out.

So, it let go of its mind, allowing the deep-seated, impatient desire to kill that was ingrained in its bones to take over control of its body.

The Berserk Demon let out a thunderous roar as it swung its scepter at three times the speed from before, knocking away all incoming weapons. Then, with its powerful hind legs kicking off the ground, it charged at Lancelot like a cannonball.

However, all the High Rank Demons present foresaw the outcome for this Berserk Demon, except for Molo, who was standing directly in front of Lancelot. The spectators clearly saw that while Lancelot had turned his back to gather the throwing weapons, he had casually hidden a long spear behind him.

The butt of the long spear was firmly planted in the pile of weapons, with the cold iron spearhead almost touching the Human Knight's back. Lancelot's movement wasn't concealed; anyone standing slightly to his side would easily notice this simple trap, but the enemy in front of him was completely obscured by his figure.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

As expected, the bold and skilled Human Knight dodged to the side at the last moment with a ghostly movement technique, revealing the chilling gleam of the spearhead behind him. The charging Berserk Demon had no chance to react and ran straight into it.

Under its own terrifying momentum, the gold armor provided almost no resistance to the spearhead. The long spear pierced straight through the body of the Berserk Demon, exiting its back, making it look like a frog skewered by a fishing harpoon.

Its roar turned into a wail, but was quickly silenced. Lancelot, holding his nose, pulled out the longsword that was planted in the ground and stabbed it through the heart of the Berserk Demon from behind.

He shook the sword to dismiss the heavy stench in the air and shrugged his shoulders to the surrounding spectators.

"The old tricks always work."