The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 273: 267: The Instinct of Hunger and Thirst

Chapter 273: Chapter 267: The Instinct of Hunger and Thirst

The Dark Weaver was complacently proud of its nimble response. What use was a Human Knight, no matter how strong? As long as there were shadows, no creature from the material plane could catch up to it, and these foolish beings always came bearing numerous liabilities, all excellent targets for attack.

Often, the most formidable foes seemed invincible, but by merely killing their companions, one could drive them to the brink of collapse. They became reckless, impulsive, and lacked patience, appearing as though they wanted to swiftly enact their vengeance, but in reality, they were merely chasing self-destruction to end it all quickly, and Valasti knew these tricks all too well.

As a Dark Weaver, Valasti was always hungry. Shortly after arriving in this realm, a chance encounter allowed it to consume a child of Aira. My, what a delicacy this world held! These upper-plane beings carried a flavor known as kindness and purity, and feeling their flesh turning into pus and being sucked into its belly brought Valasti an incomparable pleasure.

Just now, its Troll servants had caught another Aira child, but it could not eat it because the old woman on the other end of the Spirit Mirror said she would take the prisoner away, driving the Dark Weaver’s hunger to almost maddening levels.

But this was the woman’s domain, and she possessed the power to kill it easily. So no matter how intense Valasti’s hunger was, it could only, and indeed must, strive with all its might to suppress this instinct.

Yet, in its moment of helplessness and despair, someone came to rescue the Aira child, which infuriated it immensely. But soon it spotted an incredible situation: these fools even brought along another delectable Aira! All the beautiful memories of the taste of this creature’s flesh could no longer be suppressed, and today it had to experience the sensation of its venomous fangs sinking into an Aira child!@@@@

As for the old woman... the old woman had only mentioned taking away the one with red hair. If she knew there were two children, would she demand the other one as well? Valasti did not want to know the answer to this question, so it decided not to ask.

The Dark Weaver was absolutely confident about its strike. The Succubus was carrying one Aira child on her back and holding another in her arms; she seemed completely unable to escape from the tentacles reaching for her.

It seemed today it might enjoy an additional dessert. As mentioned earlier, Valasti was always very hungry, so of course, it had tasted many of this realm’s most common creatures—Demons. The taste of most Demons was repulsive to it, with the Succubus being the sole exception.

But at that moment, another source of light appeared. From the time the Flash Bomb exploded, only a few breaths had passed; it certainly wasn’t enough time for a Priest to cast another Daylight Technique, but it was enough for him to grab his Hardhead Hammer.

This Hammer of Dissolution, from the treasury of ‘Necrophile’ Molo who once enslaved the Elves, could illuminate the surroundings within a twenty-foot radius when held. This level of illumination wasn’t very bright, but it was enough to disperse the shadows covering the front of the Dark Weaver.

“Fireball Technique!”

As the Elf lifted his hammer, the Scholar also activated a scroll he had prepared for a long time. Mages cast spells much faster than Priests, not to mention that the Scholar was casting through a scroll, and most of the preparatory work for the stored spells had already been completed. Scholars only needed to channel magic power into the scroll, then activate the spell, a process that could be practiced—as long as you were willing to waste precious scroll-making materials.

Coincidentally, after going on several adventures with Lancelot, Kalalin suddenly discovered he was financially free, at least in terms of materials for practice casting, he no longer had to consider the cost.

The magically created Fireball, though as large as a barrel, flew as fast as a Crossbow Arrow. The Dark Weaver couldn’t dodge in time and was solidly hit by this Third Circle spell.

The explosion of the Fireball released a bright light at the moment of impact, creating a dark shadow behind it. The creature from the Shadow Realm launched another Shadow Jump to escape, leaving only the burnt smell of roasted spider lingering in the air.

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