The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 74 Rolled Blade

The Berserk Demon that used its claws was much faster than when it wielded a weapon, and Lancelot was unable to dodge in time, only able to swing his sword toward the demon's claws.

At the moment of collision, Lancelot's wrist twisted slightly, rotating the longsword in his hand half a turn, so that what met the toad-like claws was the sword blade instead of the back.

There was a squelch as all four fingers of the Berserk Demon's right claw were severed. But Lancelot didn't pause, his longsword drawing a half-circle in the air, cleanly severing the wrist of the other claw that the demon swung at him.

However, the Berserk Demon had already entered a Berserk State; its limbs didn't stop for a second despite the horrendous injury and struck Lancelot solidly, sending the Human Knight flying.

Lancelot rolled to his feet from the ground. Although he looked quite disheveled, the claw-less Berserk Demon was clearly more wounded than he was.

"Tijana will need to expand her treasury," Kailon whispered to a Fireburn Demon beside him, whose eyes were fixed on the weapon in Lancelot's hand and silently nodded in agreement.

"Quick! Kill him for me!" Molo shouted from the side. Hatred and humiliation had completely taken over his reason, and although Lancelot had demonstrated the effectiveness of the Cold Iron Weapon in a very persuasive way, the male Succubus now equated killing Lancelot with preserving his own dignity.

Lancelot performed a flourish with his sword, regaining his stance. However, when the weapon cut through the air, the wind resistance made him sense something wrong. He looked down to see that his longsword had started to roll at the edge, which likely meant a reduced effectiveness.

This quality is truly a shoddy product, Lancelot thought to himself. No wonder Barrend was so resistant to the idea of mass production. If he were in his place, he certainly wouldn't want anything to do with something that rolls its edge after two uses.

The Berserk Demon's eyes, once golden, were now completely overtaken by blood red. In its Berserk State, all it wanted was to rip its enemy to shreds. Claws unusable? No problem, as long as it could grapple the guy, its mouth full of sharp teeth could bite off his head in one gulp!

The giant toad leaped at Lancelot again, its clawless arms wide open, set on enclosing Lancelot in a tight embrace.

Lancelot once again used a half-turn maneuver. However, without the threat of sharp claws, he started his move later and got even closer to his enemy.

"Clap, clap, clap, clap."

Timely applause broke the silence in the air. The one clapping was Kailon, the six-fingered prince. Raised in the famous Silver Palace of Zerata, he had witnessed all manner of battles and slaughter, but the one he just saw could rank in the top ten for its splendidness.

The skill displayed by this Human was unmatched in brilliance, lacking only in strength, but no matter, the Demons had ways to grant mortals power.

However, he glanced at the beautiful figure on the throne, realizing the likelihood of taking this male under his wing was slim; after all, he didn't have a face that turned all heads, or 36F pectoral muscles, nor would he likely strut about in a thong daily.

"What a splendid battle. This Warrior, I wonder now..." Kailon still spoke up. Tijana had said this man was a mercenary, meaning that as long as the price was right, it wasn't impossible to employ him.

"Cough, cough!"

Lancelot suddenly let out a violent cough, quickly covering his mouth with his hand. Under the astonished gazes of others, he slowly removed his hand, and everyone could see a deep red in his palm, as if he had suffered a severe internal injury.

"Ahahaha!"

Inappropriate laughter echoed; Lancelot turned his head in dissatisfaction to look at Tijana—what are you doing, laughing at this juncture!

Tijana returned his gaze expressionlessly; the laughter had arisen inside his own head.

"I'm fine!" Lancelot quickly wiped his hand on the front of his breastplate, leaving a conspicuous red stain. "I can still fight! Lord Molo, do you have any more mountain crystals?"

"Yes! Loads of them!" Molo laughed angrily, tossing out three Upper Grade Spirit Stones worth of mountain crystals while bellowing arrogantly, "How about bringing several at a time, would that work?"