The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 415 - 429 Total Attack
Chapter 415: Chapter 429 Total Attack
Abbarhas was in a good mood at the moment, objectively speaking, his legion had performed very well. The fodder troops had fulfilled their responsibility of ‘forming human ladders’, and the main forces were fighting fiercely, still battling stubbornly on the city walls. As for that bunch of idiots on the battlefield who were currently killing each other…
“Sniel! What the hell are your men doing!?” Abbarhas roared angrily at his gaunt colleague, “Did you personally train those cockroach-eaters? Why are they just as idiotic as you? My men are fighting a bloody battle, and what is your cannon fodder doing? If they had even a tiny bit more brains than a rock, we would have already taken that fortress for our great Mother!”
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The face of the Crafty Demon Sniel turned even darker, and he glanced at the hopping Abbarhas before replying coldly:
“It was you who boasted that you’d be the first to climb the walls and offer Pascaler to the Mother of Demons. Not only did you fail to take down the walls in time, but you also gave their Spellcasters time to come up with that Thorn Barrier. My cannon fodder is merely cleaning up after you.” After finishing, he ignored the furious Succubus and bowed to the translucent figure floating in the air, “Great Mother, I hope you can grant me a little more patience. The main force of the Soul Wailers has yet to join the battle. I will immediately order them to attack. When the time is right, just wait for the perfect moment to let the Glorious Legion of the Mother’s Whip deliver the decisive blow…”
“Ha! You still want the Mother’s Whip to help out?” Abbarhas menacingly raised his large pincers, “The fortress is about to be taken down by my men. You just need to come a little closer, and a breath from you would topple it…”
“If you’re so capable, why don’t you go and blow it down yourself?” Sniel sneered at the threat from the Succubus, “Are you just trying to find excuses for your own failure? Do you think the great Mother of Demons can be fooled so easily by you? It was you who made the boast, not me. No matter what state my legion is in, it won’t change the fact of your failure… Great Mother, please don’t pay attention to this failure’s noise. Just be patient, and the fortress will fall today. Then we can freely slaughter those disgusting Aira…”
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“If they can create that wall of Thorns, why don’t they use spells with greater lethality?”
Surprisingly, Cang Ye spoke up, and all the Demons present immediately fell silent. No one dared to answer the question posed by the Abyssal Lord, and the Mother of Demons continued on her own terms:
“They must be trying to buy time, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.” Cang Ye turned her head to look at Sniel, “We can’t wait any longer. The Legion of the Mother’s Whip will attack with your main forces. Have your men ready.”
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The uppercut from Martial Monk Hobinson landed on the chin of a Berserk Demon with such force that it sent the eight hundred pound behemoth off its feet into the air. But the Monk’s attack was as swift as the wind and didn’t stop there; he threw another punch, sending the Demon even higher before spinning his body rapidly, concluding the combo with a fierce roundhouse kick.
The Berserk Demon was kicked more than ten feet away, and although it managed to get up, looking like it still had fight left in it, there was a special power within the Martial Monk’s barehanded strikes. The giant toad felt a sudden intense pain inside its body, followed by a wave of dizziness that forced it to kneel to the ground.
Something strange was stirring in its throat, the Demon opened its mouth and spat out its own still-beating heart.
“You still keep this peculiar habit, I see,” a cheerful voice sounded from behind the Martial Monk, “Sometimes, I even wonder if it’s Ilmat or Loviatar that you truly worship.”
Upon hearing that voice, Hobinson immediately turned around. Standing before him was a vibrant young man with dazzling blonde hair, dressed in plank armor draped with a white robe, his right hand gripping a golden heavy nail-headed hammer, and in his left, holding a kite-shaped shield painted with a sunrise and a road, the Holy Emblem of Lord of the Dawn, Losanda.
“Cooper? Is it really you?” The martial monk’s face was half joy, half disbelief, “I never thought I’d see you again…”
“It’s just not fair, you haven’t aged a bit!” came the voice of Knight Tannis from the other side, his full body armor drenched in the blood of demons, “Now I’m no longer the handsomest man in Pascaler!”
“That title never had anything to do with you,” Cooper laughed heartily, “I just came to say hello, you clearly don’t need my help here. Let’s catch up after the fight is over!”
Having said that, the young priest turned stylishly and ran off in the direction of another tense battle.
“Incredible, isn’t it?” the blood-soaked knight moved next to his martial monk friend, “I had a brief chat with him just now, and it’s truly unbelievable…”
“I’ve heard,” Hobinson turned his head toward the direction where Lancelot was, “We owe these mercenaries a huge debt of gratitude…”
“I’m glad I didn’t insist on challenging him back then.” Tannis also looked in the same direction, just in time to see Lancelot stepping on the back of a berserk demon, pressing the tip of his sword into the enemy’s body, “They say that the succubus lady even went to the Court of Stars for reinforcements. Who knows how long it will take them to arrive… Damn it, didn’t we send a messenger to Melanthan as well? Why hasn’t there been any response?”
“The general’s meeting a few days ago predicted the demons were about to attack, so they dispatched all the troops. Aside from a few guards, there are no more troops to send from Melanthan and the Gift of Eidoton.” Hobinson shrugged, “Who would have thought, the Mother of Demons could gather such a massive army and launch a joint attack on the same place…”
Three berserk demons howled as they leaped onto the ramparts, interrupting the two men’s conversation. The knight and martial monk exchanged a glance, then raised their weapons—a longsword and fists—and charged at the enemies.
In less than a minute, the two had dealt with the newcomers. The martial monk, flexing his fingers, continued the conversation:
“The closest to us should be the fairy legion led by General Ilmat, right in the Bedivere-Gian Forest. If Melanthan had notified them immediately, they should be almost here by now. But no matter where the reinforcements come from, if they don’t show up…”
“Don’t say it,” Tannis suddenly spoke up, interrupting the monk, but at that moment, the dense army of demons in the distance suddenly all moved at once. Despite their being infantry, the sight felt like a giant black mountain bearing down on the fortress, a terrifying momentum that almost stopped one’s breath.
“My dear old friend, your jinxing tongue must be blessed by the gods,” the knight pulled out a small flask from his belt, bit off the cap, and downed the liquid inside, “I’ll go call that lad Cooper back. This time, the three of us can finally hit the road together…”
