NABC Chapter 403: 417 Commander's Demeanor
Chapter 403: 417 Commander's Demeanor
Chapter 403: Chapter 417 Commander’s Demeanor
“What’s the matter?” the old Elf, Quirion, approached and asked. All the resurrected heroes recognized him, or at least had heard of his great fame, so naturally, he took on the role of leader.
“There are enemies.” Kaladray said succinctly as he looked toward the approaching Lancelot, “Is there another passage?”
“I only know of this one.” Lancelot shook his head, “How many enemies are there?”
“A dozen Berserk Demons, clamoring for meat.” Another Elf next to Kaladray immediately responded, “They are coming down from the top of the stairs, we have at most one minute...”
“Let’s deal with them in the room ahead, it’s too narrow here.” the Elf commander intervened, “There are plenty of places suitable for hiding inside, we could ambush...”
“Right.” Lancelot knew it wasn’t the time for hesitation and decided promptly, “I’ll try to scare them off first, you hide with the men on the side, and if a fight breaks out, block the retreat immediately — we cannot let any demon escape!”
...
“Understood.”
The Elf commander was also not the type to dawdle. He selected several warriors and immediately entered the room. However, many others still stayed outside; anxious voices arose from all around, and even though the enemy had not yet appeared, everyone drew their weapons.
Glancing around, Lancelot felt a familiar sense of déjà vu, as if he were back in Albert’s army, facing a group of soldiers waiting for the battle to begin.
“Everyone, keep calm and listen to me,” Lancelot’s voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of all present, “We are the most elite heroes of Androlina over centuries, no matter how many enemies there are, they cannot possibly be a match for us. Our concern should be that the battle drags on too long and delays our aid for Pascaler.”
The Scholar gently pulled, loosening the knot binding the scroll. A green gleam flashed in his eyes, and the next second, orange-red flames illuminated Lancelot, like lighting a torch in the dim room, drawing the attention of any creature entering towards him.
Watching the dancing flames, Lancelot took a deep breath and then closed his eyes. His Divine Sense traveled within his body, searching for a special, dormant power of flame.
A gift from Kaldu, the Lord of the Flame Demons.
This process was like searching for a particular candle among the grand candle holders at an altar, only that the candle holder was Lancelot’s own body, so he found what he wanted almost immediately. Then, he carefully guided the nearly depleted True Yuan from his Dantian and used this special candle to ignite the True Yuan.
Those still outside the door felt a terrifyingly powerful presence, as if a Demon Lord had suddenly appeared inside the room. Had it not been for Lancelot’s recent claim about his special abilities to frighten off demons, many would likely have charged in to fight desperately by now.
Standing at the forefront, Kalalin saw clearly; the Human Knight’s appearance hadn’t changed, but the aura he emitted was nearly identical to the mysterious entity summoned during the rescue of Elothysia. An easily seen-through flame illusion? One must actually look to determine that, and with the aura Lancelot was now emitting, who would dare look him directly in the eye?
The situation went even smoother than Lancelot had anticipated. Sensing that frightening presence, the Berserk Demons approaching this way didn’t dare enter the room and turned back to flee.
“Everyone, maintain your formation and follow me!” Lancelot shouted to those behind him while continuing to burn his True Yuan and relentlessly releasing the mighty demon aura. “Move quickly, I can’t hold on much longer!”
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