Chapter 322: Chapter 336: The Dwarf’s Delight
Lancelot kicked open the Coward Devil corpse he had cleaved in two, the splashing blood spraying both him and his enemies. The Coward Devils responded differently—so attempted to pounce on him, while others instinctively tried to flee. He was about to extend his Sword Aura and use a wide sweep to quickly dispose of these low-level minions, but a figure who suddenly rushed into the enemy group forced him to stop his action.
“Ha ha ha ha! For the glory of Moradin!”
The Dwarf bellowed a frenzied roar and knocked a Coward Devil to the ground before grappling with it and rolling around. The long spikes and blades on Bruto’s armor shredded the unfortunate Coward Devil, but the real lethal blow ca from the Dwarf’s initial charge—his helt featured a toad figurine, modified by mbers of the Frontline Warrior’s Guild, its tongue transford into a sharp Trident Spike that punctured the Coward Devil’s heart instantly.
Several claws reached for the Dwarf who hadn’t managed to rise, these low-rank Demons acted like hunting dogs led by hunters, attacking the enemy purely on instinct.
But Bruto’s armor was covered in malicious spikes, and the demons found their claws impaled almost imdiately. They tried to pull back, but the cunningly placed barbs on the spikes ensured the Coward Devils’ claws were firmly nailed to the Dwarf’s armor.
Bruto let out a roar and leaped up from the ground. He embraced another Coward Devil, beginning to frantically rub against it. The sharp protrusions on his armor instantly flayed the enemy, and the Dwarf firmly pressed his helt against the Coward Devil’s fang-filled mouth, completely ignoring the other three Coward Devils hanging onto his back.
Lancelot decided not to steal the Dwarf’s thunder; wielding Frostslash, he followed behind Bruto, giving each of the surviving Coward Devils from the Dwarf’s side a sword, ensuring no one escaped.
It must be said, the actions of Lancelot and Bruto were incredibly fast; the number of Coward Devils had already halved before the two Spellcasters’ belated spells arrived. Kalalin unleashed Acid Sphere, a strong acid ball the size of an apple flew from his palm, striking a Coward Devil and causing half of the demon’s body to lt like wax, making it cry out in pain.
Demons are immune to toxins and have high resistance to fire, frost, and lightning; thus, besides Radiant Damage, strong acid and thunder are the best ans against Demons. As a mber of the Dark Cult specializing in demons and the Abyss, Kalalin was naturally well aware of this.
Alamir used the Holy Fire Technique. Although the technique’s na includes ‘fire,’ it actually summons a searing bright light that burns the flesh and leads to ntal overload. Any lower realm monsters or Undead that rely on negative energy are especially vulnerable to this Radiant Damage.
Both the Scholar and the Priest were casting 0-level spells. 0-level spells are also known as Cantrips, which do not consu a spell slot, thus allowing unlimited casting. Moreover, the power of these spells increase as the Spellcaster’s abilities grow, making them very cost-effective ans of attack.
Unfortunately, most of the ti, Lancelot and Bruto don’t let them enjoy the thrill of blasting low-level monsters with spells. lee professionals have a significant advantage in attack speed, and there is seldom a need to finish off an enemy with magic after getting hit by Lancelot’s sword or Bruto’s hamr.
The Human Knight carefully finished off the demons while keeping an eye on the two Berserk Demons, the patrol’s true strength. These two demons reacted strangely; instead of rushing forward as typical Berserk Demons would, they ticulously observed their subordinates in combat with the assailants, their eyes flashing with a cunning that shouldn’t exist in their kind.
When Kalalin and Alamir’s Spell descended, they exchanged a glance as if confirming sothing. One of the Berserk Demons pulled out a heavy battle axe from behind and shielded his companion, while the other tore a small bag off the corpse of a dead Kas demon, pulled sothing out of it, and threw it directly into his large mouth.
Lancelot’s expression changed as, with the light emitted by the Priest’s Divine Arts, he saw that what the Berserk Demon threw into its mouth was not a potion, but sothing like a scroll, parchnt.
Could it be intelligence information? This thought imdiately ca to Lancelot’s mind. His figure flashed, instantly surpassing the Dwarf and heading straight for the Berserk Demon that was struggling to chew.
The Berserk Demon in front was startled by the Human Knight’s suddenly erupted speed, but it still calmly swung a sweeping strike, blocking Lancelot’s path forward. Under normal circumstances, this strike would have forced an opponent to stop, otherwise they would be cut in half at the waist.
Although the demon had already estimated the strength of the Human Knight as high as possible, the physical ability of a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator still exceeded its understanding. As a knight accustod to fighting with long spears and great swords, Lancelot might not yet be adept at using the various Divine Skills of Spiritual Cultivation Technique in combat, but he was absolutely clear about his body’s potential.
During his charge, the knight heavily stomped on the ground. The ground made a muffled sound. So special energy made the ground sink like a rubber ball and then imdiately bounced back, sending Lancelot high into the air.
The body structure of the Berserk Demon made it difficult to look up, but it still saw the Human Knight’s jumping action. Concerned about a fatal strike from above, the Berserk Demon, using the montum of a missed weapon swing, perford a forward roll, a move quite agile for its species.
Unfortunately, Lancelot’s target had not been it from the start. The Human Knight, in mid-air, executed a forward sorsault, easily passing over the nearly 8 feet tall Berserk Demon. The Frostslash, glowing with cyan light, fell like a waterfall from the sky, bifurcating the other Demon, who was relying on its digestive system to destroy the docunts.
This was the second ti in this battle that Lancelot finished an enemy in an extrely shocking manner. Even for a tough species like the Berserk Demons, such thorough physical damage ant imdiate death. Blood splashed wildly in all directions, like waves crashing against rocks, mixed with the bulging, pus-filled internal organs of the Berserk Demon.
Lancelot turned his head, looking at the demon he had just leaped over. The large toad had just turned around, about to launch a downward strike at Lancelot, but the horrific death of its companion caused a brief pause in its movent.
The toad’s body suddenly stiffened as a silver arrowhead pierced through from under its chin. The demon dropped its weapon, its claws fumbling around an area it couldn’t see, trying to pull out the thing that made it difficult to breathe. But by then, Bruto had already reached behind it, and a heavy iron hamr crashed onto the demon’s knees, accompanied by a distinct sound of bones shattering. The tall Berserk Demon tumbled to the ground.
Lancelot knew Bruto no longer needed anyone else’s help. He turned back, facing the demon corpse he had sliced in two, hesitated slightly, then resignedly shrugged his shoulders and reached his hand into the sticky flesh of the corpse.
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