Chapter 327: Chapter 341: Flaws
Despite having stepped back two paces, Lancelot’s boots were still splattered with blood and flesh from the little demon’s explosive demise. He sighed helplessly and curled his lip, tapping the tip of his boot lightly against the ground, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding demons who were watching.
His look was neither cold nor filled with killing intent, yet the demons that t his eyes all felt a chill run through their hearts, involuntarily averting their gazes.
Although that Flog was known throughout the city as a swindler, its combat ability was not weak. Coupled with armor obtained from who knows where, it had beco sowhat of a local tyrant in these few streets. It and that sly Quasimodo Demon tended to target newcors, so nobody had bothered to deal with them.
That was until they encountered this odd team made up of a Succubus, humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Halflings. It was then that they hit a snag. The Human Knight didn’t even give his opponent a chance to beg for rcy, swiftly executing them with thunderous thods, showcasing such veteran tactics that the onlooking demons even wanted to burst into cheers.
In the Abyss, everything was based on strength, and the Human Knight had shown a prowess that allowed him to look down on Middle Rank Demons. His actions were decisive and ruthless. To irk him any further offered no benefits and might result in becoming an outlet for his frustrations. While Quasimodo Demons were among the weakest of the demonkind, they were demons nonetheless, and no one wanted to experience the bizarre ability that caused them to explode upon death.
Of course, the residents of Gaondikolia couldn’t help wondering when such a formidable person had arrived in Androlina or what the deal was with that Succubus wrapped up so tightly. Naturally, demons were curious; they wanted to understand the secret behind the Human Knight’s strength and see if they could possess that power for themselves, while Lancelot’s ruthlessness ensured they wouldn’t dare act rashly.
Having dispersed the onlookers with his gaze, Lancelot returned to his companions with an inscrutable expression. Most of them looked at him with admiration, only Bruto snorted and reminded him,
“Aren’t you going to search that big toad’s body?”
Lancelot’s face fell, and he quickly turned his head, only to see seven or eight Quasimodo Demons fiercely disputing over the corpse. Imagining himself scattering those vultures and then stooping to search the body, Lancelot could only shake his head in frustration, maintaining the image he had only just managed to build up.
“To be honest, brother, your fondness for playing it cool is a pretty bad flaw,” the Dwarf sighed, looking distressed as the Berserk Demon’s body was torn into several pieces. Demons might seem impressively strong while alive, their bodies like fortified steel, but once dead, they were as fragile as rotten wood.
The phenonon was actually most troubleso for the Dark Cult to which Kalalin belonged. Dissection was an essential thod for studying any species, even for demons. The rapid decay of demon corpses greatly complicated the scholars’ efforts to obtain experintal material, but of course, that could not thwart the scholars’ enthusiasm for pursuing the truth.
In fact, the Dark Cult may be the most adept organization in the entire Multiverse at summoning demons. They would set traps, invite well-equipped and fully-prepared Holy Warriors and Priests to ambush the unfortunate souls that erged from the summoning arrays. From the common Coward Devils to the Berserk Demons, and even the six-ard Serpent Demons, the Dark Cult kept either detailed or concise dissection records for all of them.
The only demon without any records was the Barlow Fla Demon, not because these mad Scholars had any shred of sanity left—they didn’t—but because Fla Demons possess an ability nad “Self-destructive Explosion,” which would trigger a violent explosion at the mont of their death. Everything would be destroyed, including the demon’s body and weapons, without even a trace left behind.
The dissection of demon corpses revealed many truths but also led to more questions. In so lucky instances, the Scholars could slice open a demon’s belly just before its last breath, thus directly observing the internal condition of the demon—organs with huge tumors, pus with a foul stench, and a digestive system that ended at the stomach. The awful condition affird a simple fact: such a body could not possibly sustain ‘living,’ implying that so unique energy was sustaining the demon’s life.
The Scholars believed this energy ca directly from the Bottomless Abyss. When a demon died, the energy would be reclaid by the Abyss, leaving behind nothing but a body that should have already perished, which would instantly decay. This phenonon of energy reclaiming was considered proof of the Abyss’s will, also suggesting that demons were indeed the creations of the Abyss’s will, just as the mortal races were created by the gods.
“Where are we going now?” Lancelot shrugged his shoulders, seemingly indifferent. However, he secretly focused his True Yuan into his eyes, ensuring no Dinsional Bags or similar containers appeared among the pieces of the dismbered Berserk Demon’s corpse.
“Let’s get a room at the inn on the central square first,” Acheron said with a smile. “Don’t expect too much from their food; we’re better off taking care of that ourselves. Don’t worry, the buildings here are hard to ignite. The owner won’t mind you making a fire in your room to cook.”
Under the lead of the Elven Ranger, they set off towards the depths of the city. The buildings around them were twisted enough to put anyone in a foul mood—towers not only took on bizarre shapes but were also draped with obstacles such as thorns, sharp blades, and spikes. It was unclear whether the owners of these buildings wanted to deter thieves or had plans to turn into giants one day and use their towers as weapons.
In so ways, these structures also reflected the ntal state of the inhabitants. Those who resided here long-term either had incredibly strong wills or were madn; often the distinction between the two was not very clear. Compared to this, Twin Bridges Town seed so normal it hardly felt like a city in the Abyss; Lancelot wondered if the town was actually designed by Dwarf engineers.
As they ventured deeper, the buildings beca denser, and sotis the streets were so narrow that only one person could pass through. Beforehand, they had to carefully check their surroundings to make sure there were no traps or anything that looked like it might fall. For so reason, there were no entrances in any of the buildings within fifteen feet of the ground, and Lancelot guessed this was probably related to the large number of Quasimodo Demons in the city.
These little demons were thieves and burglars, as well as ubiquitous spies and infiltrators, but they had yet to cause any trouble for them. Obviously, this had sothing to do with Lancelot publicly ‘blasting’ a Quasimodo Demon into the air like a balloon.
Abyssal language is a language filled with crude throat sounds, but violence is a more effective way of communication among demons. As long as your fists are bigger, sotis demons can be quite communicative.
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