The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 332 - 346 Found
Chapter 332: Chapter 346 Found
Getting across that plaza proved far more difficult for Lancelot than he had expected, not because of a hostile environment or anyone obstructing his way, but rather the scene before him.
As a war veteran, Lancelot had seen the most horrific aspects of conflict—not the battles where blood and limbs flew amid clashing armies, nor the battlefields littered with corpses once the fighting had ceased. What terrified him most were the infirmaries for the wounded; the survivors were the unfortunate ones. They had lost limbs, their bodies torn open and festering with pus, and their eyes filled with despair at the life that lay ahead.
The situation in the plaza was even worse.
Kalalin had once explained to him that a demon’s body was a torture device in itself, filled with unbearable pain, which is why the Fiends behaved so violently and irascibly. Lancelot hadn’t fully grasped this before, as the demons he had encountered, even the weakest Coward Devils, had well-developed muscles, sharp claws, and vigorous life force.
But here, he saw another side to these lower plane creatures. Massive tumors, mutated bones, rotting flesh—their bodies’ diseases were so severe that any other species would have died long ago. The anguished wails echoed through the ruined buildings, and with their supernatural vitality and innate fear of death, the demons could never find release, only suffering an endless torment.
Even though Lancelot had spent nearly half his life in the military, such scenes still struck him deeply, and he had to rely on the constant practice of the Ice Heart Technique to maintain emotional stability. Acheron simply closed his eyes, relying on the Ranger’s sensory ability to navigate the environment, and followed closely behind Lancelot.
Fortunately, the journey was not long. In a moment, the two arrived at the base of the Cang Ye statue. After what they had just witnessed, Lancelot understood why the demons around the recruitment area seemed so fanatical—from this angle, the statue of Cang Ye even took on the halo of a Savior, and joining her legion seemed like the only salvation for these lower-tier Fiends.
But the Demon Legion’s recruitment center didn’t just accept anyone. In theory, High Rank Demons only needed to expend a bit of magic power to elevate a Low Rank Demon to a new form. Having absorbed the Abyss’s spiritual energy of nature, Lancelot had this ability too. By his estimates, with just one-tenth of his True Yuan, he could elevate a Coward Devil into a Berserk Demon.
This advancement was so thorough that any physical defects would not carry over to the new form. But would the High Rank Demons expend their magic power to rescue their suffering kin? Of course not. Evil creatures scorn such ‘weak’ emotions as sympathy, laughing out loud at the plight of their congeners, attempting to increase their pain for pleasure.
Lancelot and Acheron naturally had no intention of extending a helping hand to these beings either. How does the saying go? They brought this upon themselves; had they not committed grave sins in life, their souls wouldn’t have ended up in the Abyss as worms crawling out from the Stygian River.
They carefully kept their distance from the Demon recruitment center to avoid attracting any attention. The Elven Ranger led Lancelot around to the back of the statue where instead of stairs, the base formed a wall engraved with indecipherable Runes of various shapes. There were also slogans written in the tongue of the Abyss, and Lancelot was surprised to see many venomous curses directed at Cang Ye.
The existence of these slogans did not imply Cang Ye was magnanimous and willing to accept critique from her subjects; it simply mercilessly exposed a fact: the Mother of Demons cared not at all for this place.
How does the saying go? The greatest contempt is indifference, simply pretending that these Low Rank Demons don’t exist. After all, they have nowhere else to go. When needed, just send troops to wipe them out in one fell swoop, forcing them into cannon fodder, or turn them into rations.
“Found it!”
As Lancelot stood there idly, Acheron’s excited voice suddenly rang in his ear. He looked up and saw an Elf pointing at an inconspicuous corner where an image of a girl dancing under the moon was painted with black and white paints.
The girl had snow-white hair and a black body, holding a Longsword in her hand. Staring at the Emblem gave Lancelot a sense of tranquility and relaxation, which was completely different from the surrounding malicious texts and Runes.
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“Is that the emblem of some deity?” Lancelot asked curiously.
“Hmm, this is the sign of Elystra, the Goddess of our spy friend here,” Acheron took out a silver arrowhead and carved a few runes next to the emblem, “It is said that in the world where that spy came from, this Goddess protects the kind Dark Elves, helping those Zoel wish to return to the surface escape from their evil mother, the Spider Goddess Rose.”
“Is this Elystra the daughter of Rose?” Lancelot asked with interest, “And also a benevolent deity? Who is her father then?”
“Naturally, it’s Rose’s husband, well, ex-husband, an Elven god-king,” the Elven Ranger finished the message, patted his hands, and stood up from the ground, “Thousands of centuries ago, for some unknown reasons, the ancient Elves left their homeland plane, migrated to various corners of the Multiverse, and established their own Divine Systems. I’m not very familiar with the Elven Divine System to which Rose belongs, but it’s said that she attempted to usurp the god-king’s position, even colluded with Evil Gods to assassinate her own husband, and after the conspiracy was exposed, she was turned into a terrible spider Demon and driven into the Abyss.”
“But it seems Rose is doing quite well, controlling an entire layer and becoming an Abyssal Lord,” Lancelot shrugged, “What’s wrong with that Elven god-king to even let Rose live?”
“More than just sparing her life, he also drove the Zoel Elves underground, simply because those dark-skinned Elves were followers of Rose. What fault do those Zoel have? They worshiped Rose because she was his wife. Isn’t that pushing innocent children into the fire pit?” Acheron, still in Dark Elf form, complained, “Now you see why my kin worship a human Goddess, the Elven gods can be so… emotional at times.”
Lancelot opened his mouth to say something but was suddenly interrupted by an angry female voice from behind. He turned around and discovered a group of Dark Elves standing not far behind him. The one who spoke was a lavishly dressed Zoel Elf woman, sitting on a floating Magic Carpet, surrounded by several other Zoel females, with dozens of soldiers, almost all males, following them.
These female Zoel were decorated with spider patterns on their garments, apparently all faithful followers of Rose. They looked rather unhappy – could it be that they had overheard the conversation?
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