The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 325 - 339 Gaomendikolia
Chapter 325 -339 Gaomendikolia
This city contrasted sharply with Melanthan in many ways. The city of the Aira was like a giant garden, except for the castle built by the Protectors to convene meetings and hold ceremonies, there were hardly any tall structures, and they were all constructed to harmonize with the surrounding environment as much as possible.
However, in Gaomendikolia, everything was of a different state. The architecture here was dominated by towering towers that were built twisted and askew, as if their owners had changed their minds halfway through construction, thinking it was more important to block out the adjacent buildings than their own. The result was buildings entwined like vines, which made anyone who saw or lived within them feel extremely awkward.
Of course, the most significant difference lay in the inhabitants of the two cities. Melanthan was filled with Aira children and Protectors who had volunteered to come here. They came not for any benefits, knowing well they would face the most terrifying enemies of the Multiverse, yet still resolved to protect those pure and innocent children.
The Demon city ahead, on the other hand, was full of self-important adventurers, and day-dreamers aspiring to ascend the ranks in a single bound. They firmly believed that Cang Ye was definitely their never-before-seen mother, or grandmother, or maybe the grandmother’s grandmother; in any case, one of their charming male ancestors must have once been favored by the Mother of Demons. And once they managed to catch the attention of Cang Ye, she would surely recognize their blood relationship immediately.
As for evidence? Wasn’t their own handsome and striking appearance the best proof?
What followed was mostly good fortune, such as being granted power, magic power body infusion, and the like. As for how it might unfold, well, perhaps their appearance could remind the Mother of Demons of that handsome ancestor? With their intelligence, and the power bestowed by the Mother of Demons, it wouldn’t be impossible to become the next Grazzt or to recreate the deeds of the Wolf Spider Miska and the Consort of Chaos, unify the Abyss, and conquer all worlds.
As the silhouette of Gaomendikolia gradually became clear within their sight, Lancelot and his companions couldn’t help but feel a surge of tension. They each took out the mercenary emblems from Twin Bridges Town and donned them in some concealed spot.
These emblems played a very important role, in that they rendered ineffective the intrinsic detection of good abilities possessed by many Fiends. This detection ability was somewhat akin to the sensation living beings have of ghosts, where even if invisible to the eye, the presence of ghosts nearby still made people extremely uncomfortable. For Demons, who were both hot-headed and exceedingly cunning, this sensation put them on alert, paying attention to any unfamiliar faces nearby, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
Yet these emblems could render such innate passive detection abilities ineffective, but if a Spellcaster were to use an active detection spell on them, it would still yield true information. However, this level was already sufficient; the ability to actively detect good was only deployable by High Rank Demons and Middle Rank Demon Spellcasters, and in most cases, they had specific targets, eliminating the need to use this ability spontaneously.
The Succubus Relic also possessed an emblem just like this, one of the pieces of ‘equipment’ provided by Tigana for her. Acheron had a small piece of candle that had a similar effect. It was just that Elothysia was very surprised when she saw the candle, but after looking at the Dark Elf guise of Acheron, she ultimately didn’t say anything.
“Listen to me, I’ve been here before, more than once,” Acheron said softly to everyone as they walked. “Blending in isn’t difficult, but we need to act a bit… evil, so we won’t attract attention. Do you understand what I mean?”
“Do we not look evil enough?” Bruto extended a finger, flicking a spike on his upper arm. As he became more familiar with the armor, the spike had become one of his favorite features.
“Hmm, how we look is not a problem, but that’s not enough,” Acheron shook his head. “I’m talking about sympathy, compassion, kindness—all those virtues. Remember, those virtues aren’t allowed in the city up ahead. If you think someone is pitiable or in need of help, it’s certainly a trap; you reject any fair deal, trying to threaten and extort your trading partner as much as possible; if someone tries to do the same to you, or someone tries to encroach on your interests, you must retaliate like a real scoundrel, or else it will seem strange.”
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“Don’t worry,” Lancelot smiled, “we do have some experience…”
As they conversed, the buildings around them became more densely packed. The city lacked installations like city gates, which was a bit like Melanthan in that regard.
“Halt!!!”
With a dull shout, suddenly seven or eight demons appeared before them, blocking their way. The vocal one was a fully armored Berserk Demon, clad in gleaming armor, with a flat-topped military helmet on its head, and carrying an assortment of large and small weapons on its back, including a great axe, javelins, a spiked hammer, and a shield resembling a turtle shell.
Unlike the giant toads they’d seen before, serving as guards and bodyguards, this Berserk Demon had a much more formidable presence. Its exaggerated muscles combined with the thick metal made it an absolute killing machine on the battlefield.
Behind this Berserk Demon was an odd entourage: a sickly-looking Brezu Demon, an asymmetrically twisted Aberrant Demon, a Devilspawn with a humanoid shape and bat wings… All of them looked at Lancelot and his companions with a kind of schadenfreude, as if eagerly anticipating what was to come.
“We are General Ulgog’s conscription team, and you have been conscripted!” a tiny voice called from below. The group looked down and saw a diminutive Quasimodo Demon, “Come with us, now, immediately! Unless you hand over half of your possessions as compensation…”
The Quasimodo Demon was even shorter than the Halfling Koula, which took those familiar with Dingke a bit by surprise, but in fact, this was the normal size for such a cunning little demon.
“Step aside,” Lancelot said coldly, “you’ve got the wrong person.”
“Huh? You dare speak to Captain Flog like that?” The Quasimodo Demon clearly hadn’t expected such a reaction from the Human Knight in front of it, and flustered, it slapped the shining plate armor on the back of the Berserk Demon, “Do you know how many people Captain Flog has killed on the battlefield? It could rip you apart as easily as crushing a few cockroaches…”
“In that armor?” Lancelot interrupted bluntly, “I’ll say it again, step aside, and go perform your clumsy scam on someone else.”
His forceful attitude left not only the demons in front of him somewhat nonplussed but even his companions quite surprised. Bruto poked Lancelot’s arm and asked loudly:
“Big Brother, how do you know they’re bluffing?”
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