NABC Chapter 372: 386: The Most Precious Treasure
Chapter 372: 386: The Most Precious Treasure
Chapter 372: Chapter 386: The Most Precious Treasure
The corpses of the demons fell to the left and the right, revealing a skeleton head behind them slowly retracting a bone spear it had “swallowed.” It was the one who had launched the surprise attack from behind the enemy. Lancelot had encountered a demon squad in the subway of Oasis Fort, and that very bone spear was the tail he had chopped off from the rear of a Bone Demon.
“The way you’ve got a cylinder stuck in your mouth is kind of disgusting,” Lancelot said to Cromwell with a sense of helplessness. “I really should find you a mirror to see if you can retract it any faster...”
“Don’t you think it’s pretty cool?” came Cromwell’s proud voice through their mental link. “If it weren’t for my sudden strike from the back, it could have struggled for quite a while.”
“Not bad, not bad, you take the lead credit, but there’s no reward,” Lancelot said, ignoring the skeleton head that was posing and instead began searching the enemie’s corpses for spoils of war. As with most humanoid monsters, both of the allure demons had several small bags hanging from their waists, and within them, Lancelot found several dozen gold coins, along with a few red and amber gemstones.
Lancelot was no gemstone appraisal expert, but he did have plenty of gemstones worth over a thousand gold coins each in his pocket. However, these few clearly weren’t as pretty as those more expensive ones, and their combined value was probably only a few hundred gold coins at most.
The spoils were less than he had hoped for, but this was the den of the Mother of Demons. It made no sense for two patrols to carry their entire fortunes on them, and he wasn’t keen on wasting time searching for an ownerless treasure somewhere.
...
There was a noble lady waiting for him to rescue, wasn’t that what knights were supposed to do?
Of course, reality was always more complicated, such as this noble lady already having an owner, and the fact that he had just recently been rescued by another noble lady, who took a kiss as her reward...
“And those who see such an image fall into mental collapse, right?” Lancelot summoned more vines and started disassembling the remaining portraits along the corridor, “But how did we end up in this... flat state?”
“It is said that the flowing robe worn by Cang Ye can stretch at will, wrapping around immobilized enemies. When the Mother of Demons retrieves her robe, those inside have become paper-thin, a part of the ancient Abyssal Lord’s myriad collection.” Clone Well floated above the stacked portraits, watching as the vines continuously delivered the Mother of Demons’ collection, “That’s called the Embrace of Cang Ye, similar in effect to an 8th circle Transformation System spell named Eternal Stasis. For those affected, time seems to stop; they no longer age, all their physiological states are frozen, and they are immune to all forms of damage. My guess is that the mirror that wreaked havoc on us not only transmits images but can also allow some inanimate objects to pass through, like some beauty’s burial shroud.”
“You sure know a lot,” Lancelot glanced at the skull, “You say that those under the spell are immune to all harm? So if I draped these portraits over myself, wouldn’t I be invincible?”
The floating skull clearly stumbled for a moment, as if puzzled why no one had thought of this idea before. But eventually, it found an answer to the question:
“Because attacks would pass directly through these images...”
“Alright, a reasonable explanation.” Lancelot closed his eyes to sense a moment, then said to the skull, “Move aside a little, we don’t have much time left.”
“I’m not in your way, am I?” The skull argued while obediently drifting to the side, “But you’re right, there are too many portraits here. It would take at least a whole day to move them all...”
The skull couldn’t finish its sentence, as it suddenly sensed an extremely powerful force emanating from Lancelot. Then, countless large vines burst out from the floor around them, writhing as they pulled all the portraits off the walls. With a rumbling noise that didn’t stop, these green plants, incongruous with the Abyss environment, tore through walls and holes, delivering the sealed figures of unknown heroes to the Human Knight.
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