NABC Chapter 277: 271
Chapter 277: 271
Chapter 277: 271
Lancelot no longer had the time to create the kind of vines that paved the way, allowing everyone to walk ‘more dignified’ across the muddy swamp. In fact, he was exerting all his strength to stimulate the True Yuan within his body, summoning huge vine walls behind him, attempting to create some obstacles for the pursuing demons.
In his Spirit Perception, the succubi were less than three hundred feet away from them. Had it not been for the dense forests blocking the demons’ line of sight, they would have surely been discovered by now.
Lancelot realized that he had made a mistake earlier. When he killed the Dark Weaver, he should have cast a Soundproof Barrier first. The spider-octopus’s scream before its death was too loud and had definitely been heard by the succubi.
On the other side of the dense forest, the situation was just as he had predicted.
The demons did not like staying close to their peers of similar strength. They despised one another and were always ready to fight to prove who was the boss. The twelve succubi were full of complaints before coming, each as an arrogant and conceited squad leader within the Demon Legion, looking down on everything.
In their view, Miasma Swamp was just a remote corner of the demon-controlled areas. To escort a prisoner back from there, a few toads would have been more than enough. A whole dozen succubi? That was certainly making a mountain out of a molehill.@@@@
But they dared not question the decision of the Mother of Demons. So despite being filled with provocation, insults, and malicious curses along the way, they still followed orders to Valasti’s territory, ready to confront the disgusting big spider that always looked at them with strange eyes.
However, since entering this swamp forest, the environment hinted at something eerie. For example, they had not encountered the long-awaited troll patrol. When venting their killing desire, other creatures were ‘disposable,’ dying completely after being torn apart. In the search for the next venting target, demons had to endure a long period of boredom, but a troll with its rapid regeneration ability... having its head chopped off and then growing it back...
The demons absolutely adored this race.
If it had been any other demon in pursuit, Lancelot’s magic might well have worked. However, succubi happened to have two huge, sharp pincers—pincers that could easily snip flesh, so handling plants was naturally not a problem.
Some powerful (and also wickedly playful) wizards indeed summon these demons to tend their botanical gardens. According to these wizards, the succubi’s work efficiency was quite high—only their brains were a bit slow, and they never learned to distinguish weeds from valuable plants.
The demons were certainly not stupid; in fact, they were very clever and had learned the benefits of feigning foolishness early on. Thus, while some wizards might feel their succubi’s horticultural work was poorly done, others who were careless and negligent ended up as fertilizer in the gardens.
These succubi brandished their pincers, a slight swipe sufficient to sever a multitude of vines, easily destroying the obstacles Lancelot had heavily relied upon, merely causing a slight delay to the pursuit.
The demons did not know the actual situation of the team that killed Valasti, but since the enemy was evidently fleeing, this provided the demons with sufficient confidence. According to demon logic, the enemy’s strength must be inferior to theirs; otherwise, why would they run?
Lancelot was well aware of all this, and what was worse, although everyone was speeding up as much as possible, the enemy was nearly a third faster. Although in another ten minutes maximum, they would leave this dense forest swamp, they would undoubtedly be caught before then.
“Lancelot, something’s not right?” Kalalin had been watching Lancelot’s expression closely. The Human Knight was undoubtedly the linchpin of the team, his myriad of miraculous abilities key to their repeated escapes from desperate situations.
“We have at most three minutes before the enemy catches up to us,” said Lancelot grimly. He glanced at the two children on the Succubus Paladin and, gritting his teeth, continued, “This won’t do. I’ll stay behind to cover our retreat while you all escape.”
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